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Commission from the great Brain of Lazarus (https://the-brain-of-lazarus.sofurry.com)", "writing": "There was something about sand and water that helped a man forget. When rolling waves crashed against hot sand, lines were lost, shapes disappeared, things vanished. The tide gave, the tide took. \nRichard could settle his anxiety out here. There were no crowds, no shouts from filing down on room 3E, no “Damage Assessment Protocol Debrief” to go through. It was just time and water. \nWell that, and bare mare bottom.\nBeach Azaria was known for a lot of things. Rumbling, turquoise waters, thick palms, quiet solitude. But just for good measure, it was also a private, nude beach. Often reservations were snatched up by wealthy to-dos looking to host sprawling parties with serving vixens or lord knew what else, so it wasn’t easy to come by. But, being an ex-director of United Peace Keeping operations came with a few benefits, and he decided this was a good use of his leverage.\nSoldiers needed a place to think too, after all. Cycling through death-roll reports and “aggressive civilian response” operations was enough to put the devil of depression into him, and that was just the logistics. \nBut, the gentle lull of waves and toss of hips was enough to settle him down. He wasn’t alone, either. Prone on towel, back to sun, was a curvy figure of autumn brown fur and thick, womanly proportions. The UPK’s one and only Sierra, Percheron breed, ex-top gun, peacekeeper extraordinaire. She had accompanied Richard on this little venture of personal peace seeking.\nIndeed, when Richard first came to his operations partner with the idea behind Beach Azaria, he half expected her to toss him through a window. Instead she laughed, offered a smirk, and told him what she always did after a heavy brief: “You’re buying the drinks.”\nAs he sat on beach chair, feet planted in sand, he mused drinks wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Certainly he could find a. . . “place” for them.\nSierra was one to take full advantage of the beach’s “no clothes” policy, with a brash lack of hesitation which made the ex-UPK director blush. Her fat, full breasts squished into the ground, flattening against the warm towel while her plump, round rump was exposed for all the sky to see. Thick curves wobbled here and there with subtle motions, rubbed lovingly with oil from moments previous, hiding oh-so teasingly the ebon cleft between supple, fat cheeks.\nIt was certainly a sight hard to argue with, Richard found. Sierra wasn’t bothered by the idea and, conveniently enough, had placed herself not too far from the young man’s sight. Needless to say, it had kept him “stationary” for a good while.\n“You’re going to have to take them off at some point,” Sierra said, head resting on arms. “It’s a nude beach, Richy, not ‘sit on your ass and look at my ass’ beach.”\nHe blinked, shifting. Eyes darted to the side but were drawn back to the sight of thick, full mare haunches. \n“I will, eventually!” he shot back. Indeed, Richard was still in swimsuit despite the Azaria policy. \n“Eventually?” the horse scoffed, unmoving. “Eventually doesn’t get the job done, you know that. Eventually didn’t get us out of the UPK. So stop being a tosser and yank em’ off, cowboy.”\nRichard grumbled. She was right, of course. And yet, a part of him wasn’t quite prepared to strip down. After all, parts of him were certainly stirring and he wasn’t quite sure how things would go.\n“You can go through KIA reports from civilian peacekeeping but can’t walk with your cock out? Sheesh Rich,” Sierra continued.\n“I’m just getting used to it.”\nSierra jostled her hips, her plum rump wobbling enticingly. “I’m already used to it. You don’t hear me complaining.”\nAfter Richard refused to move, the mare scoffed, lifting her head and turning to glance at the shyer human. She lowered sunglasses, staring with accusatory eyes.\n“Look, you’re gonna’ have to whip it out some time, Richy. We don’t have time for hesitation anymore. If you can’t do this, shit, well how are we gonna’ set up a private sector for ourselves?”\nRichard quirked a brow. “I think you’re going too far with this metaphor, Sierra.”\n“Business is a dick measuring contest. And I can’t even measure yours because you won’t take off your swimsuit.”\nStill, the young man remained still, tapping his feet in the sand uncertainly. Realizing there was little in the way of words, Sierra tried an alternative method.\n“Get the camera. In the bag.”\nRichard blinked. “What?”\nThe mare gestured with head, indicating a bag full of itinerary for the beach next to her. \n“In the bag,” she repeated, “Camera. You. Get.”\nFor a moment, the young man wasn’t quite sure where she was going with this. Slowly, he shuffled himself up, going over to her, carefully reaching into bag as his eyes flashed over to the delicate sinew of her oiled back muscles, then pulling out the object in question.\nA part of him was starting to realize where this was going.\n“Erm,” he started. “For what now?”\nHalf his mind already knew the answer. Whether it was drunk slur or genuine idea, some time ago Sierra had launched the idea of getting pictures of herself taken. More specifically, in the nake. At the time, Richard didn’t think much of it, but he found the concept genuinely interesting. After all, snapping close-ups of raw, fat bottomed mare was an enticing concept.\n“Good,” approved Sierra. “So. I’ll make you a deal, Richy. You take off the pants, I’ll let you take pictures to your heart’s content. You know, the kind you always want to do but never have the gumption to say you want.”\nThe words crashed over him like a roaring wave. It took him a few moments to process what she was saying.\n“Uhh.”\nNavigating UPK conversations about how best to direct armed resources to one disrupted civilian state, simple. Talking with his partner about her nudity? Impossible.\nAspects of him stirred. “You mean. . . right now?”\n“Is there another version of the beach with bare ass mares and cameras? If so, tell me. But otherwise, yeah, right now, smart guy.”\nRichard considered. But, all appeals to logic fell apart when his gazed returned to Sierra’s fat full ass, her fit form, her flatted but sizable breasts, and coaxing actions. \nHe looked around. All there was on Azaria was the two, the water, and the sun. Suppose hiding his “shame” wasn’t necessary anymore – not like he had standards to hold with UPK these days.\nHe looked over the tempting wobbling behind and frankly, all of Sierra. Hot blood rushed through him. The camera’s promise of what he would see was enough to send him into overdrive.\n“Well damn,” he finally said. “Why can’t you bargain with me like this all the time?”\nThe mare took off her shades. “Well, when they start hiring naked specialists you let me know.”\nTaking a breath, Richard finally decided there was no reason to guard himself any longer. Stepping away from the mare, he closed his eyes, pulled away his beach shorts, and opened them again. Cool air whistled against his exposed flesh, his loins bristling against the sensation of midday wind.\n“Hmm,” he grumbled, flushing a little.\n“Not as bad as you thought, huh?” Sierra chimed, starting to shift.\nThe mare adjusted herself. Now, where curvy thighs had squeezed rump together, hiding her nethers from sight, they would spread, legs splitting just enough that cleft was visible between grip of heavy cheeks. \n“. . .no,” admitted Rich, spying the motions. His nethers twitched, and he flushed again. Nude at Azaria was one thing, but getting aroused, well, that was new.\nSierra picked up on it immediately, laughing.\n“Well, at least you’re getting comfortable. But, I never leave a bargain unpaid. You did your end, so. . .”\nOnce more, her legs spread, and this time her marehood was fully exposed, the darker, soft flesh hiding lips to inner thigh. Richard was silent, voice caught as the sight dove into his mind, his body rattled with sudden urges and sensations. He gripped the camera harder, thoughts flooding with possibilities.\n“Gonna’ stand there all day?” intoned Sierra. “You have a few pictures to take, right?”\nThe mare tossed her backside a bit, eagerly reminding the young man of the fully figured combat specialist. Clearing his throat, Richard nodded.\n“Oh, right! Uh, right!”\nMemories were one thing, but pictures entirely another. Richard’s brain ran hot with want, as he stumbled over, knees thumping into white sand as he prepped the camera.\nSierra looked back at him with bemusement, propping chin on hand as she shook her rump a bit, short Perchereon tail flicking. The male grunted.\n“Hang on, don’t shake so much, blurring the image. . .”\nShe laughed. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a man tell me to stop shaking. But whatever you say, director.”\nRichard paused, chuckled drly, then raised camera into position. Through the lens he spied the sight so teasingly placed before him. Heart beating, he leaned just a bit, focusing on the delightful mare pussy, though not so close as to ignore the haunches. Click.\nWith growing enthuse, he leaned back, this time getting a full picture of the oiled backside, supple cheeks glistening so delicious against the slap of sunlight. Another click. \n“That’s. . . pretty good,” he intoned lowly. And it was. So much that he ignored the stirring of his manhood.\nKeen with her senses, Sierra picked up on this. She preferred it. Richard was often closer to himself than others, always reserved, if reclusive. Absorbed in his work. Getting him out of his shell, that was the challenge. And the mare loved a challenge.\nShe raised herself. Slowly, ripe, fit figure adjusted to all fours, thick breasts wobbling together as Sierra mimicked the position of a dog, pushing her legs together to help rump pop out in a pleasant, peachy shape. The mare wiggled her hips in jubilant motions, causing healthy backside flesh to jiggle and softly clap, luring the eyes that watched.\n“Well, let’s make it better then,” she announced, throwing her hips to the side with excessive vigor, rump wobbling with fleshy ripples. \nDoggishly she waggled her hips, the rush of waves seeming to work in tandem with her actions, Richard watching, flabbergasted. \n“I. . . wow, uh,” Richard couldn’t’ find the words. Instead, his body grew hot and cheeks flushed. Warmth ran over him, his cock twitching, desirous want overtaking.\n“Hey, don’t go daft on me yet, cowboy. Two pictures all you gonna’ get for your memories?”\nThe autumn brown mare paused her actions, though smirked all the same. \n“Er,” Richard started again. “Sure. Just don’t move around so much. Or do. No, wait. Yeah don’t. Take things one at a. . . time.”\nHesitantly, he lifted the camera once more, and took another series of snapshots. Click, click, click. Each one an encompassing shot of Sierra’s rear. Each one causing Richard’s heart to hammer harder, his wants growing with each new image.\nHe stopped. Lowering the camera, he stared at the backside for a good while, eyes roaming over the shape of mare form, ideas rolling through his head. He always thought fondly of Sierra, and there were previous occasions where he saw her without clothe. But nothing like this, noting in such close proximity.\n“Erm.”\nHis words tested the gentle, gull rang ear. No one was around, not for a mile or so anyway. Just the two of them. \nHe set the camera down, uninterested.\nSierra’s ears raised, and she watched the male, noticing the shifting of his loins.\n“Haha, what’s wrong Richy, is my fat ass too distracting for you?”\nYes, his mind said.\n“Yes,” he admitted. But he said no more than that. After all, a woman could tease for only so long before one lost control of their desires. Despite Richard’s tendencies to constantly remain in control, reserved, he was breaking apart. Now, he just wanted. \nHe shifted himself forward. At once, his hands came crashing down on haunches with a loud smack. The harsh slap wobbled the healthy cheeks and Sierra buckled slightly from the impact.\n“Wha! Whoa there cowboy! We ridin’ somewhere?” Sierra said in mild protest.\nRichard was more amused with his actions, his palms full of supple backside, greedily squeezing and pulling at the generous rear. His fingers squeezed harshly and, he couldn’t help but indulge himself, clapping the derriere, watching the bottom rumble from his impact.\n“I didn’t realize. . . how fat your ass was,” he muttered, starting to lose all pretense of “Ex-UPK Director Richard.”\nSierra chuckled, wiggling. “Ah? Mmf, you’re only getting this now? For a director, you can be a little slow.”\nHe ignored the reprisal. Hard to feel insulted when hands were rummaging over plump rump after all. But, Richard could only sustain himself on playfulness for so long. He wanted more. \nRich pulled apart the split of cheeks to once again reveal the soft cleft of wanting pussy. The darkened out slips hiding their inner slit teased the human to do more, daring him to proceed. \nSierra gave a short gasp, noting the exploring actions of her partner. “Bet you want it bad, huh?” she offered.\n“Probably want to fuck me into the sand, eh director? Were you thinking of it all morning when I took everything off? Poor cowboy couldn’t even ride his horse.” \nRichard grumbled, ears licked with words, mind flashing with sordid images presented by the mare. She wasn’t off, not at all. He certainly thought of it.\n“You’ve no idea,” he responded lowly, eyeing the juicy cleft.\nHe didn’t let her respond. Quickly, his head dove forward and mouth pressed into the warm snatch of awaiting mare pussy. He hungrily began to lap at the nether entry, fingers pressing forward to pull outer lips away, exposing the dark flesh to his tongue. \n“Mnn!” \nSierra bucked forward and let off a hot, hissing moan, fingers digits diving into sand as she felt her marehood assaulted with licks and hungry suckles from Richard. Warm pleasure rolled through her hips as the teasing tongue and playful actions assaulted her nub, her lips growing sodden with arousal. \nEnticed by backside, Richard pressed himself further, slurping and kissing at the moist nethers as he dined on the course of mare pussy. His fingers toyed with nub, then left to clasp at the plump cheeks, pressed completely into Sierra’s powerful backside. His groans were muffled, and each twisting lick and dive of tongue drew a low, heated moan from his partner. \n“Gnnf, how long have you been wanting to do that, ah?” said Sierra, her legs parting for easier access, small tail flicking with approval. \nRichard didn’t hear her, still applying dainty mouthwork, veins pumping with hot blood. The scent of Sierra filled him too, his instincts taking hold and drivng him with ravenous hunger. The mannerisms of a peace-keeping director faded, and all that was left was a lustful young man. \nHe lingered for a moment longer, then paused. Slowly drawing back, he spread cheeks once more, admiring the juicy nethers which glistened from act and arousal. His loins twitched and his brain was flooded with primordial want.\nSierra, in continuing tease, flattened herself against towel once again, spreading thighs. She gave him a wistful look, chuckling.\n“Oh come on, that’s not all is it? I expect a good fuck, director.”\nIndeed, the young man was harder than he ever felt in his life, to the point of aching pain. His loins demanded satisfaction.\n“Well, I’m not one to disappoint,” he said, leaning over her. \nHis tip started to nuzzle against her outer lips, pressing carefully against the delicate suckle of snatch. His length tingled with the prospect of burying itself in warm, servicing tunnel, twitching with want. Sierra clenched teeth, eagerly awaiting the plunge as the male began to settle over her back. \nHis chest lied on the soft, but stern sinew of muscles, skin upon short fur a welcome sensation, as the tip of his length gently pushed into the awaiting snatch. Richard gasped, giving a shaky groan, as his inches began to dive into the warm chamber, suckling lips tightly wrapping about his malehood as he pressed himself completely into Sierra.\n“Nnnnnnmm. . .” \nThe mare counterpart mused with a warm moan, as rod hilted itself into raw mare puss, a perfect fit that pleasantly expanded her inner thighs. \nRichard wrapped his arms under Sierra’s waist, cool sand meeting heated skin, chin resting on neck. Fuck, he thought.\n“Fuck,” he said. It was all he could muster. All the pressures and anxieties of his previous work faded. What remained was himself and Sierra, where root met womanly earth. \n“Least you got it in the holster,” Sierra said lowly, squeezing against the hot pike. \nThe young man contemplated some witty retort but, he thought of none. Rather, he let actions speak louder. After all, one could only sit idle deep in mare puss for so long.\nSo he shifted, then lifted, then shoved. His hips bucked against the heavy, full rump cheeks with a loud ‘clap’ as his flank pressed into lips once more. Again. He bucked harder this time, sending wobbles through the generous bottom, causing Sierra to grunt with each renewed thrust. \n“Oh gods Rich, like that,” the mare intoned, craning her neck as the rider began to helplessly grind into awaiting chamber. \n“More?” he groaned, picking pace, holding tighter to feminine form as he strengthened his thrusts, each one bucking the mare forward into the sand.\n“Yessss,” she hissed. “Fuck, harder,”\nIt was only natural. Sierra was a field agent primed with expertise in combat. Dainty shoves of the dick wouldn’t do for long.\nRichard struck faster. His hips gyrated in quick, successive thrusts, each aggressive smack of hips causing the thick buttocks to wobble in jubilant fashion. Each buck spread lips and sent a dribble of excited fluids to leak from the coupling, each stroke more seamless than the last. \nThe young man found his rhythm, excitedly battering the inner thighs of Sierra with enthused gusto. He punished pussy as best his length could muster, grunting with every throw of hips, mind musing over the bucking figure that was the combat specialist.\n“Nnng, fuck, Sierra, roll over,” he said. Hot length was only going to stay in control for so long, and there was more of the tasty mare to explore.\n“Nn? This better be good,” Sierra shot back, adjusting herself. \nA momentary break in the pairing left Richard’s malehood exposed to the cool Azaria beach air, an insulting sensation that would not stand. \nThe power, curved form of Sierra rolled, and her healthy, heaving breasts came into view. The plump sacs accented the dives and rises of her shape beautifully, peaked with darkened nips like all her other forbidden flesh. \nShe gave him an eager once over, spying the glistening cock, her own marehood wet with arousal. \n“Well come on, fuck Richard, what are you waiting for!?”\nThe young man gave her a long, hungry look, eyes spying breasts with avarice, as he fell over the mare once again, plunging his hungry cock into awaiting folds while mouth came to greedily suckle and bite at nips. \n“Rrgh, so big,” Rich muttered, one hand full of fat breast as he licked at stiff nip, inspiring another cascade of moans from Sierra. \nAs he did, the human began to pound away once more into the warm cleft of mare, but this time with greater ferocity. Sierra wrapped her thighs around the male’s hips, pulling him in with each push of hips, breasts tossing about as he struck with greater vigor. \nSierra’s hands, free to roam, did their own gripping, clasping at Rich’s shoulders as he desperately threw himself into her channel, both loins a dull ache of want, eager for release. All their frustrations were slowly melting from the continuous meet of thrusting cock and mare cunt, until all that was left were two agents fucking on a beach.\n“Give it,” Sierra intoned, “Fucking give it all to me!”\nLifting himself from the hefty breasts, Rich headed her call. He was boiling over, his body searing and so close to release. His mouth came to bite at neck possessively, arms leaving clapping bosom wrap around Sierra’s form once again.\n“Nnghaah! Fuck!” he spat, kissing against Sierra, from cheek to lips to where ever he could find. \nHe couldn’t hold on. From teasing to touch, there was only so much his form could take before it gave way. He felt his loins rumble and cock burst with seed, hot spurts of white coating the accepting, sodden tunnel. He thrust through orgasm, his body twitching and buckling in pleasured spasms as he poured himself into the loyal mare.\n“Nf! Rich!” \nSierra writhed and held the male close as bursts of issue soaked her loins, feeling the masculine seed coat her nethers. She wasn’t far off either, bursting into orgasm, their essence mingling together to make a stew of sex. \nRichard’s humps slowed to a dull pace, before he finally went limp, settling over the mare form, taking in gulps of air, cushion of breasts squished against chest. Every drop of him went into Sierra, or at least the ex-director hoped.\nThe gulls continued to squawk and linger over them, waves crashing with hushed voices. No random calls, no surprised exclamations, no random interlopers, just the pair on the sands of Azaria. A nude beach had its perks. \nFor a while the couple remained as they were, limp and resting (or perhaps the experienced Sierra let Richard catch his breath). The young man could lose himself here, between the snuggle of breasts and strong female. He would’ve too, if things permitted.\nBut time was a fickle thing.\nIt wasn’t until later the two rested on the beach, sitting under the sun, bare against its rays. Richard watched the waves crash on, slow metronome reminding him of what was ahead. For as much a haven as Azaria seemed, there was still the next day.\n“That was pretty good, cowboy,” Sierra would say, sitting next to the once-again quiet Rich.\nHe nodded. “I certainly try.”\nHis gaze was distant, scanning the horizon of distant blue. “I hope it isn’t a one time thing,” he added.\nThe mare glanced. “Ah? What makes you say that?”\n“It’s good to find some peace but, after this fallout with the UPK. . . I’m not sure. I’m glad you came with me out here. But. Well, what is this? What’s next?”\nShe snorted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”\n“Well, technically you’re a free agent. And I’m out of the job. We’ve worked together for a while. A long while. But I don’t know what’s after.”\n“You gettin’ sand in your ass?” the mare said. “After what? You sound like you can’t make heads or tails of a sunset, Rich. And that’s not the director I know. Thought you had plans for a firm?”\nHe offered a small sigh. “I may. But a private defense firm is a big step forward. Not sure I can handle it myself. You’re free to pursue other things too, so I’m not sure, these things, they give me uncertainty. I like to be in the know. It’s my job.”\nSierra shook her head. “You took pictures of my ass and you think I’m running off somewhere, huh?”\n“Hah, point taken. But it doesn’t change the facts: we’re not the UPK, and we don’t have the resources. Not to mention, there are a lot of people out there who probably want us hurt. I just can’t see a way through it. Part of me wants to move forward, but another wants to give it up entirely.”\nA long pause. Then.\n“You sure know how to bring the party down, cowboy.”\nThe young man frowned. “Sorry.”\nShe shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Legitimate concerns. And frankly, you can have them. That’s why I stick to the shooting part, let you eggheads figure out the details.”\nSierra realized the words were not as comforting as they could’ve been.\n“Look, business isn’t easy. I dunno what’s next, nobody does. But I do know a few things, and that’s one, there’s always gonna’ be need for hired guns, and two, I’ll be with you the whole way, ‘director.’”\nRichard let it settled over him. It was a reassuring promise, at least. To face the uncertain with someone you trusted.\n“At the end of all this, let’s make something of it, Sierra,” he intoned quietly. “A family, a home, something.”\nSierra laughed again, shoving him. “How dramatic. Methinks you should save that line when your dick’s not on the sand.”\nThen, she added. “Sure. But you’re buying the drinks.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "There was something about sand and water that helped a man forget. When rolling waves crashed against hot sand, lines were lost, shapes disappeared, things vanished. The tide gave, the tide took.
Richard could settle his anxiety out here. There were no crowds, no shouts from filing down on room 3E, no “Damage Assessment Protocol Debrief” to go through. It was just time and water.
Well that, and bare mare bottom.
Beach Azaria was known for a lot of things. Rumbling, turquoise waters, thick palms, quiet solitude. But just for good measure, it was also a private, nude beach. Often reservations were snatched up by wealthy to-dos looking to host sprawling parties with serving vixens or lord knew what else, so it wasn’t easy to come by. But, being an ex-director of United Peace Keeping operations came with a few benefits, and he decided this was a good use of his leverage.
Soldiers needed a place to think too, after all. Cycling through death-roll reports and “aggressive civilian response” operations was enough to put the devil of depression into him, and that was just the logistics.
But, the gentle lull of waves and toss of hips was enough to settle him down. He wasn’t alone, either. Prone on towel, back to sun, was a curvy figure of autumn brown fur and thick, womanly proportions. The UPK’s one and only Sierra, Percheron breed, ex-top gun, peacekeeper extraordinaire. She had accompanied Richard on this little venture of personal peace seeking.
Indeed, when Richard first came to his operations partner with the idea behind Beach Azaria, he half expected her to toss him through a window. Instead she laughed, offered a smirk, and told him what she always did after a heavy brief: “You’re buying the drinks.”
As he sat on beach chair, feet planted in sand, he mused drinks wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Certainly he could find a. . . “place” for them.
Sierra was one to take full advantage of the beach’s “no clothes” policy, with a brash lack of hesitation which made the ex-UPK director blush. Her fat, full breasts squished into the ground, flattening against the warm towel while her plump, round rump was exposed for all the sky to see. Thick curves wobbled here and there with subtle motions, rubbed lovingly with oil from moments previous, hiding oh-so teasingly the ebon cleft between supple, fat cheeks.
It was certainly a sight hard to argue with, Richard found. Sierra wasn’t bothered by the idea and, conveniently enough, had placed herself not too far from the young man’s sight. Needless to say, it had kept him “stationary” for a good while.
“You’re going to have to take them off at some point,” Sierra said, head resting on arms. “It’s a nude beach, Richy, not ‘sit on your ass and look at my ass’ beach.”
He blinked, shifting. Eyes darted to the side but were drawn back to the sight of thick, full mare haunches.
“I will, eventually!” he shot back. Indeed, Richard was still in swimsuit despite the Azaria policy.
“Eventually?” the horse scoffed, unmoving. “Eventually doesn’t get the job done, you know that. Eventually didn’t get us out of the UPK. So stop being a tosser and yank em’ off, cowboy.”
Richard grumbled. She was right, of course. And yet, a part of him wasn’t quite prepared to strip down. After all, parts of him were certainly stirring and he wasn’t quite sure how things would go.
“You can go through KIA reports from civilian peacekeeping but can’t walk with your cock out? Sheesh Rich,” Sierra continued.
“I’m just getting used to it.”
Sierra jostled her hips, her plum rump wobbling enticingly. “I’m already used to it. You don’t hear me complaining.”
After Richard refused to move, the mare scoffed, lifting her head and turning to glance at the shyer human. She lowered sunglasses, staring with accusatory eyes.
“Look, you’re gonna’ have to whip it out some time, Richy. We don’t have time for hesitation anymore. If you can’t do this, shit, well how are we gonna’ set up a private sector for ourselves?”
Richard quirked a brow. “I think you’re going too far with this metaphor, Sierra.”
“Business is a dick measuring contest. And I can’t even measure yours because you won’t take off your swimsuit.”
Still, the young man remained still, tapping his feet in the sand uncertainly. Realizing there was little in the way of words, Sierra tried an alternative method.
“Get the camera. In the bag.”
Richard blinked. “What?”
The mare gestured with head, indicating a bag full of itinerary for the beach next to her.
“In the bag,” she repeated, “Camera. You. Get.”
For a moment, the young man wasn’t quite sure where she was going with this. Slowly, he shuffled himself up, going over to her, carefully reaching into bag as his eyes flashed over to the delicate sinew of her oiled back muscles, then pulling out the object in question.
A part of him was starting to realize where this was going.
“Erm,” he started. “For what now?”
Half his mind already knew the answer. Whether it was drunk slur or genuine idea, some time ago Sierra had launched the idea of getting pictures of herself taken. More specifically, in the nake. At the time, Richard didn’t think much of it, but he found the concept genuinely interesting. After all, snapping close-ups of raw, fat bottomed mare was an enticing concept.
“Good,” approved Sierra. “So. I’ll make you a deal, Richy. You take off the pants, I’ll let you take pictures to your heart’s content. You know, the kind you always want to do but never have the gumption to say you want.”
The words crashed over him like a roaring wave. It took him a few moments to process what she was saying.
“Uhh.”
Navigating UPK conversations about how best to direct armed resources to one disrupted civilian state, simple. Talking with his partner about her nudity? Impossible.
Aspects of him stirred. “You mean. . . right now?”
“Is there another version of the beach with bare ass mares and cameras? If so, tell me. But otherwise, yeah, right now, smart guy.”
Richard considered. But, all appeals to logic fell apart when his gazed returned to Sierra’s fat full ass, her fit form, her flatted but sizable breasts, and coaxing actions.
He looked around. All there was on Azaria was the two, the water, and the sun. Suppose hiding his “shame” wasn’t necessary anymore – not like he had standards to hold with UPK these days.
He looked over the tempting wobbling behind and frankly, all of Sierra. Hot blood rushed through him. The camera’s promise of what he would see was enough to send him into overdrive.
“Well damn,” he finally said. “Why can’t you bargain with me like this all the time?”
The mare took off her shades. “Well, when they start hiring naked specialists you let me know.”
Taking a breath, Richard finally decided there was no reason to guard himself any longer. Stepping away from the mare, he closed his eyes, pulled away his beach shorts, and opened them again. Cool air whistled against his exposed flesh, his loins bristling against the sensation of midday wind.
“Hmm,” he grumbled, flushing a little.
“Not as bad as you thought, huh?” Sierra chimed, starting to shift.
The mare adjusted herself. Now, where curvy thighs had squeezed rump together, hiding her nethers from sight, they would spread, legs splitting just enough that cleft was visible between grip of heavy cheeks.
“. . .no,” admitted Rich, spying the motions. His nethers twitched, and he flushed again. Nude at Azaria was one thing, but getting aroused, well, that was new.
Sierra picked up on it immediately, laughing.
“Well, at least you’re getting comfortable. But, I never leave a bargain unpaid. You did your end, so. . .”
Once more, her legs spread, and this time her marehood was fully exposed, the darker, soft flesh hiding lips to inner thigh. Richard was silent, voice caught as the sight dove into his mind, his body rattled with sudden urges and sensations. He gripped the camera harder, thoughts flooding with possibilities.
“Gonna’ stand there all day?” intoned Sierra. “You have a few pictures to take, right?”
The mare tossed her backside a bit, eagerly reminding the young man of the fully figured combat specialist. Clearing his throat, Richard nodded.
“Oh, right! Uh, right!”
Memories were one thing, but pictures entirely another. Richard’s brain ran hot with want, as he stumbled over, knees thumping into white sand as he prepped the camera.
Sierra looked back at him with bemusement, propping chin on hand as she shook her rump a bit, short Perchereon tail flicking. The male grunted.
“Hang on, don’t shake so much, blurring the image. . .”
She laughed. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a man tell me to stop shaking. But whatever you say, director.”
Richard paused, chuckled drly, then raised camera into position. Through the lens he spied the sight so teasingly placed before him. Heart beating, he leaned just a bit, focusing on the delightful mare pussy, though not so close as to ignore the haunches. Click.
With growing enthuse, he leaned back, this time getting a full picture of the oiled backside, supple cheeks glistening so delicious against the slap of sunlight. Another click.
“That’s. . . pretty good,” he intoned lowly. And it was. So much that he ignored the stirring of his manhood.
Keen with her senses, Sierra picked up on this. She preferred it. Richard was often closer to himself than others, always reserved, if reclusive. Absorbed in his work. Getting him out of his shell, that was the challenge. And the mare loved a challenge.
She raised herself. Slowly, ripe, fit figure adjusted to all fours, thick breasts wobbling together as Sierra mimicked the position of a dog, pushing her legs together to help rump pop out in a pleasant, peachy shape. The mare wiggled her hips in jubilant motions, causing healthy backside flesh to jiggle and softly clap, luring the eyes that watched.
“Well, let’s make it better then,” she announced, throwing her hips to the side with excessive vigor, rump wobbling with fleshy ripples.  
Doggishly she waggled her hips, the rush of waves seeming to work in tandem with her actions, Richard watching, flabbergasted.
“I. . . wow, uh,” Richard couldn’t’ find the words. Instead, his body grew hot and cheeks flushed. Warmth ran over him, his cock twitching, desirous want overtaking.
“Hey, don’t go daft on me yet, cowboy. Two pictures all you gonna’ get for your memories?”
The autumn brown mare paused her actions, though smirked all the same.
“Er,” Richard started again. “Sure. Just don’t move around so much. Or do. No, wait. Yeah don’t. Take things one at a. . . time.”
Hesitantly, he lifted the camera once more, and took another series of snapshots. Click, click, click. Each one an encompassing shot of Sierra’s rear. Each one causing Richard’s heart to hammer harder, his wants growing with each new image.
He stopped. Lowering the camera, he stared at the backside for a good while, eyes roaming over the shape of mare form, ideas rolling through his head. He always thought fondly of Sierra, and there were previous occasions where he saw her without clothe. But nothing like this, noting in such close proximity.
“Erm.”
His words tested the gentle, gull rang ear. No one was around, not for a mile or so anyway. Just the two of them.
He set the camera down, uninterested.
Sierra’s ears raised, and she watched the male, noticing the shifting of his loins.
“Haha, what’s wrong Richy, is my fat ass too distracting for you?”
Yes, his mind said.
“Yes,” he admitted. But he said no more than that. After all, a woman could tease for only so long before one lost control of their desires. Despite Richard’s tendencies to constantly remain in control, reserved, he was breaking apart. Now, he just wanted.
He shifted himself forward. At once, his hands came crashing down on haunches with a loud smack. The harsh slap wobbled the healthy cheeks and Sierra buckled slightly from the impact.
“Wha! Whoa there cowboy! We ridin’ somewhere?” Sierra said in mild protest.
Richard was more amused with his actions, his palms full of supple backside, greedily squeezing and pulling at the generous rear. His fingers squeezed harshly and, he couldn’t help but indulge himself, clapping the derriere, watching the bottom rumble from his impact.
“I didn’t realize. . . how fat your ass was,” he muttered, starting to lose all pretense of “Ex-UPK Director Richard.”
Sierra chuckled, wiggling. “Ah? Mmf, you’re only getting this now? For a director, you can be a little slow.”
He ignored the reprisal. Hard to feel insulted when hands were rummaging over plump rump after all. But, Richard could only sustain himself on playfulness for so long. He wanted more.
Rich pulled apart the split of cheeks to once again reveal the soft cleft of wanting pussy. The darkened out slips hiding their inner slit teased the human to do more, daring him to proceed.
Sierra gave a short gasp, noting the exploring actions of her partner. “Bet you want it bad, huh?” she offered.
“Probably want to fuck me into the sand, eh director? Were you thinking of it all morning when I took everything off? Poor cowboy couldn’t even ride his horse.”
Richard grumbled, ears licked with words, mind flashing with sordid images presented by the mare. She wasn’t off, not at all. He certainly thought of it.
“You’ve no idea,” he responded lowly, eyeing the juicy cleft.
He didn’t let her respond. Quickly, his head dove forward and mouth pressed into the warm snatch of awaiting mare pussy. He hungrily began to lap at the nether entry, fingers pressing forward to pull outer lips away, exposing the dark flesh to his tongue.
“Mnn!”
Sierra bucked forward and let off a hot, hissing moan, fingers digits diving into sand as she felt her marehood assaulted with licks and hungry suckles from Richard. Warm pleasure rolled through her hips as the teasing tongue and playful actions assaulted her nub, her lips growing sodden with arousal.
Enticed by backside, Richard pressed himself further, slurping and kissing at the moist nethers as he dined on the course of mare pussy. His fingers toyed with nub, then left to clasp at the plump cheeks, pressed completely into Sierra’s powerful backside. His groans were muffled, and each twisting lick and dive of tongue drew a low, heated moan from his partner.
“Gnnf, how long have you been wanting to do that, ah?” said Sierra, her legs parting for easier access, small tail flicking with approval.
Richard didn’t hear her, still applying dainty mouthwork, veins pumping with hot blood. The scent of Sierra filled him too, his instincts taking hold and drivng him with ravenous hunger. The mannerisms of a peace-keeping director faded, and all that was left was a lustful young man.
He lingered for a moment longer, then paused. Slowly drawing back, he spread cheeks once more, admiring the juicy nethers which glistened from act and arousal. His loins twitched and his brain was flooded with primordial want.
Sierra, in continuing tease, flattened herself against towel once again, spreading thighs. She gave him a wistful look, chuckling.
“Oh come on, that’s not all is it? I expect a good fuck, director.”
Indeed, the young man was harder than he ever felt in his life, to the point of aching pain. His loins demanded satisfaction.
“Well, I’m not one to disappoint,” he said, leaning over her.
His tip started to nuzzle against her outer lips, pressing carefully against the delicate suckle of snatch. His length tingled with the prospect of burying itself in warm, servicing tunnel, twitching with want. Sierra clenched teeth, eagerly awaiting the plunge as the male began to settle over her back.
His chest lied on the soft, but stern sinew of muscles, skin upon short fur a welcome sensation, as the tip of his length gently pushed into the awaiting snatch. Richard gasped, giving a shaky groan, as his inches began to dive into the warm chamber, suckling lips tightly wrapping about his malehood as he pressed himself completely into Sierra.
“Nnnnnnmm. . .”
The mare counterpart mused with a warm moan, as rod hilted itself into raw mare puss, a perfect fit that pleasantly expanded her inner thighs.
Richard wrapped his arms under Sierra’s waist, cool sand meeting heated skin, chin resting on neck. Fuck, he thought.
“Fuck,” he said. It was all he could muster. All the pressures and anxieties of his previous work faded. What remained was himself and Sierra, where root met womanly earth.
“Least you got it in the holster,” Sierra said lowly, squeezing against the hot pike.
The young man contemplated some witty retort but, he thought of none. Rather, he let actions speak louder. After all, one could only sit idle deep in mare puss for so long.
So he shifted, then lifted, then shoved. His hips bucked against the heavy, full rump cheeks with a loud ‘clap’ as his flank pressed into lips once more. Again. He bucked harder this time, sending wobbles through the generous bottom, causing Sierra to grunt with each renewed thrust.
“Oh gods Rich, like that,” the mare intoned, craning her neck as the rider began to helplessly grind into awaiting chamber.
“More?” he groaned, picking pace, holding tighter to feminine form as he strengthened his thrusts, each one bucking the mare forward into the sand.
“Yessss,” she hissed. “Fuck, harder,”
It was only natural. Sierra was a field agent primed with expertise in combat. Dainty shoves of the dick wouldn’t do for long.
Richard struck faster. His hips gyrated in quick, successive thrusts, each aggressive smack of hips causing the thick buttocks to wobble in jubilant fashion. Each buck spread lips and sent a dribble of excited fluids to leak from the coupling, each stroke more seamless than the last.
The young man found his rhythm, excitedly battering the inner thighs of Sierra with enthused gusto. He punished pussy as best his length could muster, grunting with every throw of hips, mind musing over the bucking figure that was the combat specialist.
“Nnng, fuck, Sierra, roll over,” he said. Hot length was only going to stay in control for so long, and there was more of the tasty mare to explore.
“Nn? This better be good,” Sierra shot back, adjusting herself.
A momentary break in the pairing left Richard’s malehood exposed to the cool Azaria beach air, an insulting sensation that would not stand.
The power, curved form of Sierra rolled, and her healthy, heaving breasts came into view. The plump sacs accented the dives and rises of her shape beautifully, peaked with darkened nips like all her other forbidden flesh.
She gave him an eager once over, spying the glistening cock, her own marehood wet with arousal.
“Well come on, fuck Richard, what are you waiting for!?”
The young man gave her a long, hungry look, eyes spying breasts with avarice, as he fell over the mare once again, plunging his hungry cock into awaiting folds while mouth came to greedily suckle and bite at nips.
“Rrgh, so big,” Rich muttered, one hand full of fat breast as he licked at stiff nip, inspiring another cascade of moans from Sierra.
As he did, the human began to pound away once more into the warm cleft of mare, but this time with greater ferocity. Sierra wrapped her thighs around the male’s hips, pulling him in with each push of hips, breasts tossing about as he struck with greater vigor.
Sierra’s hands, free to roam, did their own gripping, clasping at Rich’s shoulders as he desperately threw himself into her channel, both loins a dull ache of want, eager for release. All their frustrations were slowly melting from the continuous meet of thrusting cock and mare cunt, until all that was left were two agents fucking on a beach.
“Give it,” Sierra intoned, “Fucking give it all to me!”
Lifting himself from the hefty breasts, Rich headed her call. He was boiling over, his body searing and so close to release. His mouth came to bite at neck possessively, arms leaving clapping bosom wrap around Sierra’s form once again.
“Nnghaah! Fuck!” he spat, kissing against Sierra, from cheek to lips to where ever he could find.
He couldn’t hold on. From teasing to touch, there was only so much his form could take before it gave way. He felt his loins rumble and cock burst with seed, hot spurts of white coating the accepting, sodden tunnel. He thrust through orgasm, his body twitching and buckling in pleasured spasms as he poured himself into the loyal mare.
“Nf! Rich!”
Sierra writhed and held the male close as bursts of issue soaked her loins, feeling the masculine seed coat her nethers. She wasn’t far off either, bursting into orgasm, their essence mingling together to make a stew of sex.
Richard’s humps slowed to a dull pace, before he finally went limp, settling over the mare form, taking in gulps of air, cushion of breasts squished against chest. Every drop of him went into Sierra, or at least the ex-director hoped.
The gulls continued to squawk and linger over them, waves crashing with hushed voices. No random calls, no surprised exclamations, no random interlopers, just the pair on the sands of Azaria. A nude beach had its perks.
For a while the couple remained as they were, limp and resting (or perhaps the experienced Sierra let Richard catch his breath). The young man could lose himself here, between the snuggle of breasts and strong female. He would’ve too, if things permitted.
But time was a fickle thing.
It wasn’t until later the two rested on the beach, sitting under the sun, bare against its rays. Richard watched the waves crash on, slow metronome reminding him of what was ahead. For as much a haven as Azaria seemed, there was still the next day.
“That was pretty good, cowboy,” Sierra would say, sitting next to the once-again quiet Rich.
He nodded. “I certainly try.”
His gaze was distant, scanning the horizon of distant blue. “I hope it isn’t a one time thing,” he added.
The mare glanced. “Ah? What makes you say that?”
“It’s good to find some peace but, after this fallout with the UPK. . . I’m not sure. I’m glad you came with me out here. But. Well, what is this? What’s next?”
She snorted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, technically you’re a free agent. And I’m out of the job. We’ve worked together for a while. A long while. But I don’t know what’s after.”
“You gettin’ sand in your ass?” the mare said. “After what? You sound like you can’t make heads or tails of a sunset, Rich. And that’s not the director I know. Thought you had plans for a firm?”
He offered a small sigh. “I may. But a private defense firm is a big step forward. Not sure I can handle it myself. You’re free to pursue other things too, so I’m not sure, these things, they give me uncertainty. I like to be in the know. It’s my job.”
Sierra shook her head. “You took pictures of my ass and you think I’m running off somewhere, huh?”
“Hah, point taken. But it doesn’t change the facts: we’re not the UPK, and we don’t have the resources. Not to mention, there are a lot of people out there who probably want us hurt. I just can’t see a way through it. Part of me wants to move forward, but another wants to give it up entirely.”
A long pause. Then.
“You sure know how to bring the party down, cowboy.”
The young man frowned. “Sorry.”
She shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Legitimate concerns. And frankly, you can have them. That’s why I stick to the shooting part, let you eggheads figure out the details.”
Sierra realized the words were not as comforting as they could’ve been.
“Look, business isn’t easy. I dunno what’s next, nobody does. But I do know a few things, and that’s one, there’s always gonna’ be need for hired guns, and two, I’ll be with you the whole way, ‘director.’”
Richard let it settled over him. It was a reassuring promise, at least. To face the uncertain with someone you trusted.
“At the end of all this, let’s make something of it, Sierra,” he intoned quietly. “A family, a home, something.”
Sierra laughed again, shoving him. “How dramatic. Methinks you should save that line when your dick’s not on the sand.”
Then, she added. “Sure. But you’re buying the drinks.”
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