Beach Party - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
24/4/2014
Log
Silence permeated the atmosphere, thunderclouds darkening the skies. No big worries, though; it was all part of the plan. Well, at least it had been before he'd gotten frustrated and decided fuck the plan, he didn't need a plan. After all, what good was a plan if everything all went wrong in the end anyways? And God knew, things were just bound to go wrong.
There was a static thud as speakers clicked into life. Bony hands running over the keys and cursor, the young adult standing motionless for a minute or two. Then he cocked his head, listening, as a zombie sound travelled through the innards of the machine and out through the wires, through the vast black stero, and finally out of those great speakers. The sounds emited filled the entire area, clawing below the tremulous blue of the skies, hungry to get out. Meanwhilst, Laurie moved his shoulders to the rhythm, his gaze slitted as he scanned his kills, his pickled sounds, and found what he wanted: a snatch of trumpet, a wail, a cry of invitation. Dropping them into his tune, a predator's grin flickering at the edge of his curled lips as they sequed smoothly into the rolling bass, the slamming drums. Stolen chords and shouts that rode the waves of bass like surfers. They were fleeting and teasing, snatches of sound bursting into existence and sliding over the beat, tracing it, then winking away. Nodding his head, smiling, the alley cat seemed to find it to his satisfaction, stroking the keys almost lovingly.
Laurie had long since set up the little volleyball thing, traveling the soggy sands of the shoreline uncertainly, an expression of distaste etched into his visage; pale lips set in a grimace. Now he stood by the imaginary gates, calling to imaginary crowds. "Come and get it, fuckers!"
Salt walks up to the shoreline and stretches. It had been a long time since he had been to a beach, but he felt he was ready to play some volleyball. Salt looked at the net, making sure he remembered how to play. He then walked over to the Alley cat and said, "So what are the teams?"
Tyrel hums softly to herself as she wanders down the beach, clothed in her oversized gym shorts and loose fitting athletic top. She pauses, hearing the music thumping from the speakers, before quickly making her way towards the small gathering. "What do we have here?" she asks nobody in particular as she looks around, her head bouncing lightly with the music.
Tahrzek has been going further and further afield. Today he has found himself on some sort of beach in an area he has not familiarized himself with yet. The hexapodal dinosaur becomes attracted to the noise of...something in the distance. It didn't take long at all for curiosity to get the better of him. As such, the eight foot by fourteen foot feral trots toward where everyone is beginning to gather, the ground shaking more than the beat of the music would suggest during his approach. Unlike others, nothing but a collar is worn by this one, showing off the huge bits between the hindmost legs.
Breezy pads along, skirting the edges of the water. Occasionally, she kick up some wet sand as she strolls. She notices a vollyball set up and heads over since curiosity got her - as it usually does for kitties.
Nephele had heard the announcement. Or hadn't she? Was there even an announcement? Maybe not! But nevertheless, she found herself at the beach. Her clothing wasn't particularly different, still armed with her gun strapped to her shoulder, chain-sword at her hip, and a belt full of pouches holding a variety of necessary things. Yet her attention quickly is taken up by the loud boom of.. music? Drawing her ever closer to the beach before blinking in surprise at what she sees. She remains around the outskirts however, simply watching a few other people be ddrawn in.
Having heard the distant sounds of loud, pumping music, the massive blue dragon paused underneath the waves of the ocean, not too far from the shore. His curiosity getting the better of him, Dastion surfaces and peers toward the beach, but not before noticing the dark clouds overhead. "Hmm, I guess now would be a good time to head back," he says to himself as he finally reaches the beach and looks toward the thumping music. "Actually... this looks interesting." His tail drums on the sand as he listens to the beat, and begins to make his way over, forgetting his armor on the beach.
Lizzie walks up toward the get together wearing a pure white bikini with the words 'Fuck You' written on her ass. Her bare feet slip along the sand as she gets closer and eyes everything, wondering just how awesome the party would be. The only other things she had brought with her today was a rather large sniper rifle and a massive cooler of alcohol. "WHERE ARE THE BITCHES?" She yells out with a grin on her face, eyeing everyone there and sizing up everyone for a fight, fuck, or fun.
Laurie lets out a shriek, darting up and over from his meticulously spread blanket to rudely slap Breezy's hand from the ball. His eyes snap violet fire, pearly ivories exposed in a grisly baring of fangs as the feral stands his ground, his ire efficiently riled by the other feline's actions. "I haven't announced the rules yet!" he hisses, stepping back and away, fickle sensories for once heedless of the grainy textures beneath his paws as he retreats to his blanket with the ball safely in hand. He settles onto the soft fabric, visibly subsiding after noticing the others.
Herma sways ad licks hir lips as sie looks at the gathering group. Sie was wearing a new custom swim suit to fit hir huge sexual parts. With a neigh sie lets hir pegasus wings stand erect through some holes in hir swim suit's back. "I hope this custom suit won't rip"
Tyrel gives a friendly wave to those gathering near the steadily growing crowd. She looks curiously at some of the arrivals, in an effort to size up their personalities. Her round bottom swings obscenely behind her in the rather silly appearing shorts that cover the lower half of her form.
Breezy starts to snarl at the sudden swipe, but quickly shakes it off, raising her hands "Its all yours, I guess" She eyes the alley cat for a moment, her tail jerking in annoyance while she does so. She glances about at the others who are quickly gathering and shrugs. "So what's the rules?"
Leoth suddenly flys over the beach, observing the croud. He then wonders to him self, "hmm, should i join them?" After thinking for a bit, he steels himself, then flies down amongst the croud, waving to everyone in turn.
Nephele continues to remain upon the outskirts are more people filter in, the sudden crowd making her ill at ease. She folds her arms over her chest, pressing into the armored vest she wore as she continues to watch, her green eyes darting to the many inhuman figures wandering about.
Dastion finally arrives at the volleyball net and takes a look at the others as they arrivee from all directions. He looks down at himself and groans in annoyance as he realizes what he had forgotten on the beach. "Well, let's see how this goes," he says as he strides over to where the alley cat is defending is ball. The dragon's tail flicks amusingly from side to side as he decides to have a seat and wait for the rules before getting himself into trouble. Waving to those gathering, he leans back onto his hands and feels the coarse sand between his fingers.
Laurie thoughtfully retrieves the armour from the shore, dragging it out of the shallows with an ease that belies his slight frame. It was shiny and he fuckin' liked shiny things. So, ignoring the female's question, he laid the bulky item upon his blanket and turned it over onto its shell, deciding to use it as a bed. "The rules," he declared then, "are few and far between. Unless you mean the ones regarding the game; in which case ya'll better gather 'round with open ears, 'cause I ain't gonna be repeating myself."
Lizzie sets down the cooler and opens it up to pull out a large sixty ounce bottle filled with a mix of beer and mead. "First rules is have a fuckin' drink. Second rule is when you're not drinkin' get a fuckin' drink and down that bitch. Sounds like good rules to me." She says with a loud laugh, cracking the bottle and starting in on it as she walks close Laurie.
The Dinosaur wanders about amongst the more bipedal arrivals. Being pretty much ignored for the most part despite being the largest around except for one, Tahrzek gradually wanders over to where the largest creature is and settles right beside him. Yes, Dastion has just gained a partner on the beach.
Herma nods with breasts and testicles bouncing at the same time. The pegasus hermaphrodite listens intently.to the rules. But wasn't sure if it was a drinking game or volly ball.
Violet eyes narrow, the feral's fair cheekbones flushing with offense. He whirls on the human female, his features once more contorted in a snarl. "Shut up, I'm talking!" His palms slap against the ball, the dull thud echoing beneath the grisly dubstep that pounds throughout the area. One moment blurs into another and suddenly the feline is jumping up and down, screeching a request: "I need a super tall person, stat!"
Dastion arcs his brow in surprise and rises at the request. "I'll volenteer, but what do you need me to do?" He eyes the feline curiously, but shows that he means no offense with his deep blue eyes.
Tyrel looks up at Tahrzek as he takes a seat near Dastion, her eyes curiously checking out their large sizes. Her meandering leads her to the volleyball net just in time to see the feline throw a hissy fit. "I'm afraid I'm not that tall..." she mumbles.
Salt fiddles with the drawstrings of his swimtrunks in an effort to tighten them, not wanting the to slip down as he runs. He looks at the number of people that had gathered so far and laughed a little to himself, "Quite a variety we have here, wouldn't you say?" He watches as Laurie starts jumping, slightly amused, but keeps Salt comments to himself as he waits for Lauire to speak.
Herma giggles like a bimbo and pats hir breasts "You could stand on my coushined fun bags"
Nephele hesitates a moment at the words the male calls out, the mention of rules causing her brows to furrow together. She presses her lips together firmly before, still hesitant... she begins to approach. She continues to keep herself away from the others however, standing off to the side while listening.
Leoth comes over and joins nephele.
Laurie flails his arms, attention alighting upon the two dragons present. Wow, now they were tall. Surely one of them would volunteer, no? For once the feral proves patient, as he waits on responses and indeed, one of the reptiles offer, though hesitating to approach. "I need you to pick me up and put me on your shoulders so everyone can see me," he explains rapidly, already holding out his arms expectantly. "Come on, you want to play ball, don't you?"
What in the fuck was a fun bag?
Dastion nods as he stares down at the feline. "Alright, hang on tight once you're up there." He bends down and picks Laurie up, plopping the cat onto his shoulders and turning to face the crowd. "Ok, I think you're good."
Tahrzek quickly loses his beach partner the moment he settles down. Or, he didn't get a chance to settle down in the first place thanks to that large gut keeping things a little complicated. The dino makes an animalistic bellow and gets back to his feet, turning about to try and get comfortable again. Resembles a dog in the process, turning about to pat down the ground and all.
Herma whines a bit and presses hir breasts together, hir horse tail swating the cheeks of hir ass as milk starts to soak her swimsuit. Being part of the center of attention would have been great advertisement for hir porn studio.
Even though he'd asked explicitly for it, the feral still can't help but loose a dismayed squeal as he's obliged and promptly seated upon the giant's shoulders. "Okay, so, the rules!" Laurie yells .. and then winces, 'cause his throat is dry. "We're gonna play ball and the winning team gets to fuck the other!"
Nephele watches everyone gather closer and closer together, the sight of that large... creature lifting the smaller one making her blink. She does glance to Leoh as he draws closer however, nodding politely... before her entire face turns beat red as the sight of... well... it was hard -not- noticing milk spilling from someone's chest. She shakes her head a touch before staring blankly at Laurie and the.... rules. "Those.. are terrible rules," she states flatly.
Salt cranes his head back to see Laurie atop Dastion's shoulders and chuckles, "Heh, how's the weather up there, can you see your house?" Upon hearing the cat's remark, his eyes go wide and he puts his hand up to his face, he then coughs a ittle and then says, "Heh, guess I'd better win then."
Tyrel waves to Leoth as he flies by, landing near one of the other women. She watches as the feline is lifted up and dropped onto one of the large creature's shoulders. "Uh...that seems like a rather extreme prize simply for winning a game..." she mumbles out softly, her own cheeks beginning to redden.
Dastion lets his eyes grow wide as he hears the rules of the game and winces a little at the loud voice close to his ear holes. He gives everyone a nervous smile and chuckles slightly while trying to keep Laurie from falling off of him. Cats may land on their feet, but a 12 foot drop is quite a fall.
Leoth waves back to tyrel and gives a kind smile, "hi there."
Herma Holds a hand up and a tit falls to spill more horse milk and slosh around. herma stated hir disagreement with what Tyrel said "Like, isn't fucking a mutual thing? How about the winning team gets to sexually dominate the losing team? That sounds much better to me."
"Divide yourself into two teams and---oh my God, give me that beer bottle. Yes, that one." And so it comes to pass that a beer bottle was thrown towards the outspoken members of the crowd, namely Nephele and Salt. The feral's gaze comes to land on the cowgirl with the big tits, his mouth turning down at the corners in disgust. But it's quickly masked, as he flashes her a beaming grin. "Hey there, sugar, what's your name?" he intones sweetly, softening his voice accordingly.
Tyrel blinks at Herma's statement, her eyes widening as she shakes her head back and forth. "Well...that's even worse!" she squeaks out, her body squirming at the thought.
"It seems more of a penalty to me, I might try to opt out IF I win, rather not take my chances refusing if I were to lose," Salt says, looking at the people surrounding him and gulps a little. He was even more determined to win now.
Tahrzek finally abandons all effort to try and get comfortable on the sand. Getting to his feet once again, the hexapodal dinosaur wanders over to the gathering crowd once again. This time, with everyone standing relatively still, he proceeds to sniff over everyone, only to bellow in surprise as a beer bottle strikes the ground so very close by.
The party was already underway and suddenly Lizzie got an unexpected call up on her comm link, demanding her attention. "Well fuck, use the booze if you want but I'm heading out." She says, departing quickly
Breezy shakes her head, waking up from a her daydream. She shrugs and gets a beer from the cooler, since that was the rule. She sips at it and asks, "I just wanna watch, I'm not very athletic" Coming from a cheetah, that sounded odd. SHe just wanted to get drunk and be lazy, is all.
Nephele is quick to step to the side the moment that bottle is tossed her way, a frown forming still as she shakes her head at the game. Of course, her cheeks too redden a touch as she just.. stares at Herma for a moment. "...Right," she mumbles with a shake of her head before emtiting a faint breath of air. Of -course- such things were going to happen here, on the outskirts of civilization.
Herma Lays on the beach and shows hir body, cocks, balls, pussys, and breasts barely held by the swimsuit. "my name is herma. And I'm more of a mare than Ia wow.
"Herma? That's a lovely name. Tell me, Herma, do you have a helmet? No? Well, you might want to either get one---or shut the fuck up, because if you keep up, I'm going to hit you over the fucking head with a bat and kill you. Okay, Herma?"
Dastion watches in slight disappointment as Lizzie leaves the party. Upon seeing the dinosaur struggle to get comfortable, he feels a little guilty that he didn't even say "Hi" or introduce himself properly. The dragon looks apologetically at the guy.
Laurie shakes his head and continues on with the rules. "Two teams. I don't care who's in them, as long as they're of equal numbers. Whoever misses the ball has to take off their clothes and doll out fifteen push-ups."
Tyrel stands off to the side, listening curiously. Clearly she seems rather shy and uncertain of herself, not wanting to stand up and make any decisions. Her arms cross over her fluffy panda chest as she waits for teams to be decided.
Laurie waves his arms once more, indicating something obscure before unexpectedly throwing the volleyball at the reclining dinosaur. "Let the games commence!" he shrieks, wrapping himself tighter around his steed.
Herma does a snort and a few stomp of fustration. "Fine, I'll be quiet. I'll be happy win or loose anyway."
Nephele stands there rather awkwardly at the game is just... announced. Just like that,. No question about who was going to play, or placement of teams, or questions about whether people knew how to play. Nothing. Her green eyes just stare blankly at Laurie.
Tahrzek was not reclining in the slightest this time around. He had hopped away from the beer bottle when it was thrown, and now there's a ball being thrown his way! The confused dinosaur doesn't know what is going on, but reflexes swiftly take control! He's the only one present that is in no way bipedal! The hexapod's bone-club of a tail immediately sails toward the ball to ward it off, sending it on its way toward...
Dastion "acks!" as the feline wraps his arms around his head. He makes sure to stand still so that he doesn't fall onto anyone with Laurie on his shoulders. Using his tail for balance he remains straight, despite the chaos that is insuing.
Salt gives a light sigh, hoping he doesn't end up with anyone willing to throw the match. He then remembered that it was mentioned that there would be no rules and chuckled a little to himself, stretching lightly as he prepared for the game to start.
Tyrel stares off into the distance, yelping as she feels something solid smack into the side of her head. "Hey! What's the big idea?!" she cries out looking towards the ball as it rolls away. "Are we playing? Did we even pick teams yet...I don't think I have a team..." she mumbles out in confusion as she looks around at the crowd hoping for an answer.
Laurie retrieves the ball and throws it again, hoping to hit a target more prepared than the ditzy female.
Leoth then seeing the ball coming to him, jumpus up by reflex, bats the ball away back across the way back to laurie.
Dastion watches the chaos in slight amusement. It looks more like a game of Dodgeball than volleyball or, at least, for now. He puffs a bit of steam into the air and grunts as he readjusts his weight.
Herma squeels as the ball bounces off hir wings, sie flops over onto hir ass and balls
Herma nickers, "I don't know what went wrong."
Laurie slides down Dastion's broad frame, his smooth palms catching briefly on the dragon's rough scales. Watching the others, the cat comes to a quick conclusion. "Amazon girl, bitch cheetah, slutty pegasus and sexy dino, you're a team.
Laurie slides down Dastion's broad frame, his smooth palms catching briefly on the dragon's rough scales. Watching the others, the cat comes to a quick conclusion. "Amazon girl, bitch cheetah, slutty pegasus and sexy dino, you're a team. Those that remain are to group together as well. Go!"
Tyrel raises her had as the feline crawls down from the dino's shoulders. "I didn't hear /sporty panda/ called out so I guess I'm one of the other's. Who's with me?!" she calls out with a soft giggle as she looks around.
Tahrzek continued to watch the antics of the group gathered even after he managed to knock the ball away! He hit hard enough to cause the thing to bounce right off someone's head! Then comes...a call that he doesn't quite understand at all. Turning his focus toward Laurie the dino issues a bellow in her direction, head tilting at the same time. Does this one even speak?
Laurie gestures for Dastion to relate the news to the dinosaur, turning upon Tyrel. "You're with the rest of them," he tells her, biting back an additional retort.
Nephele stares blankly at the statements being made. "Amazon?" she murmurs with a perched brow, frowning just a touch. Yet she sighs heavily, stikk wondering if this -really- was the best idea... and yet she does move towards one side of the volleybal area regardless.
Salt was a little worried when he heard that the opposng would have numbers on their side, but he breathed in deeply and exhaled in an effort to calm his nerves. He retightened his drawstrings and waited for his teammates. "Alright guys, they may have numbers on their side, but I am not willng to lose this easily. I'd like to keep my ability to sit," he laughed a little.
Breezy huffs, "I'm my sexy than bitchy" She rolls her eyes, the glances over the others in her group, rising her brow at the dino. She's been a bunch of lizards, reptiles, etc but never a dinosaur. She makes a mental note to look for a raptor or some sort later. Anyway she pads over to join her team on their side of the court.
Dastion moves toward Tyrel and puts his hand on the panda's shoulder. "Looks like we're a team," he says calmly as he looks over to Tahrzek. "You're with us, Tahrzek! Come join us." The dragon laughs at Salt's comment, if not a little nervously.
"Sir, yes, Sir!" Herma said as sie salutes and then joins the team sie was asigned with a giggle as sie lifts hir tail to show the Slutty Pegasus logo on the ass of hir swimsuit. Porn actress sponsered by hir studio for the win. "is the after game fuck going to, like, be recorded?" sie said as a cock started to grow erect.
Tyrel smiles at Dastion as he moves towards her and puts a hand on her shoulder. "That's two of us...who else do we have?" she mumbles out as she looks around at the group. "I don't remember who she said was on the first team!" she grumbles out as she gives a bit of a shrug.
Tahrzek's attention becomes fixed on the dragon after hearing his name called out. How the dragon knew his name was a mystery to him when none here knew him, but that was not a true concern. Like a puppy happy to be playing games, the oversized dinosaur wags his dangerous tail on his way over toward the dragon. Hey, it wasn't his fault that he ended up switching teams!
Nephele shakes her head at the statements form her fellows, her eyes.. darting only briefly towards Herma before she emits a heavy sigh. "...Wonderful," she mumbles to herself as she stands there awkwardly, one hand moving to rest upon her hip as she looks over at the opposite end of the court.
Herma wouldnt have hearedNephele because sie was blocking out all nagativity. Sie was even looking on the bright side if they lose.
Breezy chirps, "Sexy Dragon, Slutty Cow and Dino Or osmethinglike that"
Breezy pounds the ball in front of her, "Alrighty, I'll give this a try. I haven't done this since I had actual hands and didn't have these..."She trials off, glancing down at her chest. She holds the ball in one hand, exhales and hits it with the other. To her surprise it sails over the net to the other side of the court.
Salt runs underneath the ball after it sails over the net, watching out for his fellow teammates as to not collide with them, or trip over their tails. Once the ball is close enough, he swings at the bottom side of it, when his fist connects squarelly on it, it goes flying back to the opposing teams side.
Nephele watches each side struggle to form a coherent team, yet soon Breezie launchse the thing, the ball flying to one side... and then coming right back. Her lips purse just a touch as the thing flies towards her... and she soon steps back as she raises her hand to strike across the surface of the ball, launching it towards...
Nephele...herself. She promptly hits herself in the head with the ball and falls over.
Breezy catches the ball as it bounces off of Naphele's head. Smiling she pats her back, "You looked cool while serving. That's all that matters." She bounces the ball in front of her "So, who's serve?"
Laurie snorts, blowing ebon strands from his periphery. "Yours, ditz," he growls.
Tahrzek watches the ball as it is passed around. He is sitting on his haunches in the meantime, looking almost too innocent here.
Salt laughs as the ball bounces off someone's head, "Heh, looks like a point for us."
Russell nods a bit, "I'd be lying if I said it wasn't enojoyable, but I'd also be lying if I said I'd be in a hurry to do that again." He laughs a bit "Cat poking fun at me over being a 'wimp' not withstanding."
Herma Whimpered as Miss. Nagative was knocked out cold on the sand. "Awwww, now she'll, like totally miss all the fun." Herma picked up the ball. "soi who pitches the ball now?"
Tahrzek watches the ball get passed around, get lost, and all sorts of things. Then it comes that it is his turn to serve the ball. However, he looks at it on the ground in front of him and then to his teammates. A soft bellow is given before he decides to grab the ball in his mouth, toss it into the air with a quick flick of his head, and get his club ready for a swing. Should he strike the ball correctly it heads toward...
Locke sauntered down the beach, her paw-like clawed feet bare on the hot sand. She wore what seemed to be her only set of clothes, a navy blue tank top and baggy black cargo pants, rolled up to her knees. Attached to the utility belt at her hips was a tube-like grenade of some kind, but other than that she seemed to be unarmed. Spotting the group playing ahead, she called out, her arms waving as she neared. "Hey! You guys playing throw-the-ball or something? Can I play?"
Light snores drift from the massive shell of armour, where the kitten lays curled within its confines, dozing.
Herma giggled and bouched to ball right off hir breasts, Sie felt hir cunny start to get wet, and sie can't keep hir tail down at all. the boob bouched ball is sent to...
Dastion spots the ball sailing toward him and assumes a slightly crouched stance as he swings his massive tail at the ball and smacks it to...
Tahrzek never took his attention off the ball, and knowing that it would eventually make it back to him he has his tail raised and ready. Fortunately for him he did see the ball coming for him and his club-tail instantly lashed out for it to sail toward...
The ball gets smashed out of bounds and right into the armor that covers Laurie! One loud CLANG! resounds through the area!
Herma nickers, "YAY!!! If my tits are this lucky I'll use my gonads next time!"
A godawful shriek rends the atmosphere, as the kitten jolts into wakefulness and is viciously resonated, like a ping-pong ball in a machine, thrown from one surface to another. His eyes roll, along with his stomach; even minutes after the assault has stopped, his ears ring, too. What in the actual fuck!? Clambering up to peek dizzily out of the armour, the disoriented feline glowers upon the partygoers. "The team who threw that are to strip and give me fifteen push-ups, this instant. Go!"
Tahrzek starts to trot toward the ball to retrieve it, but stops once he spots the newcomer, letting out a rather notably feral bellow in his direction.
Herma nickers, "Mr. Kitty cat, Can I give Tahrzek a lap dance while he's doing that. He just look so big and mighty that I want to give him a titty fuck."
"So, what're all of you playing? Can I join in? How do I play?" She asked, stripping her clothes as she spoke. "Oh, can I strip? I don't want to get my clothes all sweaty. Plus, I move best nude."
*She = Locke!
Tyrel blinks and grumbles, shaking her head, offering a cute pout. "But I didn't do anything!" she squeaks out as she strips her shirt off and her shorts off, leaving her as one nude, curvy panda.
Laurie nods to Herma, still bleary enough that he wasn't really paying much attention. He yawns and licks his lips, flopping down and resuming his nap.
Salt grumble slightly as he undoes his drawstrings, he then looks to the dinosaur on his team and says, "How is he even to do sit ups?" He had yet to pull his shorts down, waiting for an answer.
Tyrel lowers herself down to the ground and tries to do even a single situp, her round pudgy middle making it very difficult to do. "Uh...a little help here?" she squeaks out with a nervous giggle. "I hated these in school and I hate these now..."
Herma lets a breast slip out of hir swimsuit as sie winks at Laurie, leaning forward and lifting hir rump back while sie gives a wink "Thank you Mister Kitty cat." Herma skipped over to the Dinosaur and giggled while sie took off hir top. "Hey Big guy, forget the sit-ups, you're going to be rubbing that cock between my breasts."
Salt looks to the new arrival and says, "Yeah, sure, it seems one of our teammates left, so you can be on our team." He then notices that Laurie went back to sleep, so he redid his drawstrings.
Tahrzek looks from one of his teammates to the next, noticing that they're acting pretty strange at the moment. He seems quite confused, even tilting his head, even as Herma decides to cross the team lines and approach him. She receives an inquisitive noise and another tilt of the head in the opposite direction. The pegasus might become acutely aware...that this dinosaur has two cocks instead of one. Then again, such is common with the species anyway. How does she proceed?
Herma nickered softly as sie traps Tahrzek's prick between hir breasts. Hir logo covered ass wiggling with glee as sie pushed forward and back for a quickie 65 million years in the making "Now don't be shy, this is just a little orgasim to let off some steam. that way we can both play better" Sie winked at the dino herm and giggled.
Tahrzek somehow manages to reach a very quick orgasm in the time it takes the rest of his team to perform those 15 pushups. He grew fast and unloaded...well...very messily. Being what he is, and what size he is, means quite the volume!
Herma puts hir top back on, The fabric slowly drips goo onto the sand. Herma planed to use this to hir advantage
