You grabbed a large towel from your room and headed out. Deciding it would be a perfect day for a visit to the beach. When you arrived you took off your sandals, holding them in your left hand as you stepped onto the warm sand. You let your toes dig into it, the temperature being just right. You closed your eyes and sighed, before looking for a place on to sit down. Like the dim-wit you were you carelessly strolled across the beach, unknowingly kicking up sand onto a large anthro bear woman who was sunbathing. The fuzzy woman grunted and looked at you, but you didn’t notice as you continued your jolly walk.
You found a nice open place, at a good distance from the other guests. Without thinking to look, you swing open your large towel and let it land onto the sand. If you had looked however, you might have noticed a tiny human couple with mouse ears and tails. They were on their honeymoon, and enjoying the tropical wonders until your towel blocked out the sun and covered them. The young woman squeaked and hugged her husband in fear.
You looked out at sea and smiled before sitting down on your towel. As you did you could feel something moving under you. You frowned and shook your butt a little, without much effect. Too empty-headed to figure out it might be smaller guests, you pushed yourself up with your arms and let your butt slam down again, violently rubbing your cheeks left to right, until the odd movements finally stopped. Once you were finally sitting comfy, you closed your eyes again to enjoy the soft ocean breeze.
As you opened them back up, you looked around. Seeing a group of women encircle a bunch of tiny man in the distance. One nicely tanned girl with a black ponytail grabbed one of them and raised the man above her mouth. The others laughed as she let him fall, closing her mouth and stroking her throat.
Looking to the other side you saw a nice wooden shack serving as a beach cocktail bar. You could see a woman taking a sip from her drink only to seemingly disappear. Not even a few seconds after you could see the native looking bartender swing around with a fly swatter.
You giggled seeing all this activity on the beach until…
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