Beach Fun
“Oh sweet Celestia, this swimsuit is so tight. I feel like it could burst at any moment!”
Octavia groaned, her cheeks unable to get any redder at this point. Vinyl had forced her out of bed first thing this morning, dragged her to the beach, and now… this. Using Vinyl’s ‘special hobby gear’, which was just a bikini, though an extra sparse one at that, to tease stallions.
To say the least, Octavia wasn’t pleased. Was it because she was ashamed of her body? No. In fact, she had no reason to be. She was well endowed in the chest, soft curves leading to her hips, and most magazines called her the rose of the modern, classical era. No, it wasn’t her body that was the problem, but the activity. She had never really tried to flaunt herself in the past, and despite all of Vinyl’s talk, she still had no idea how to do it, even less so on how while not feeling humiliated.
But here she was, her girlfriend currently clutching her own ripe melons pretending like the string of her bikini wasn’t tied tight. It was so childish that it didn’t even make her jealous. It helped that she was targeting stallions of course, but other mares could still feel threatened.
After Vinyl’s gig at a nude rave, Octavia felt safe in knowing that her girlfriend was going to stay her girlfriend.
Still, she had to deal with the problem at hand, and knowing Vinyl, she would have to partake at least a little in the game before they were allowed to leave. So, with a straight back, head held high, she strut to beside Vinyl, looked at her, and… still couldn’t say anything.
Vinyl grinned as she saw her stunned lover, before patting her on the cheek. “Just ignore the watchers, and this becomes easier. I mean, i imagine I’m just trying to turn you on, and that gives me plenty of ideas, like,” she grinned, before slowly bending down, her ass straight out. The bikini became a thong, hiding next to nothing as she wiggled it. “Oh, I know I dropped that quarter somewhere around here!”
Octavia covered her face. Vinyl was right, because she could tease her marefirend, and ideas began forming in her mind. To do any of them here though… “Vinyl, please, can we go home? I’m fine with coming back, but I want at least out of this swimsuit.”
Vinyl righted herself, pouting as she looked at Octavia. “Now now, I sit through your boring poetry slams, don’t I? I even tried participating last time.”
It took everything Octavia had not to roll her eyes as she thought of the poem that went: ‘This sucks. You all suck. If you want to stop, why don’t you suck a c-’ To be fair, seeing the lead poet lose his cool that night was pretty good…
Sighing, Octavia lowered her shoulders before raising an eyebrow. “So, what are you thinking?”
Vinyl shook her head, before letting it extend to her chest. Her large bosom went back and forth, barely, barely staying within the confines of the bikini bra. Of course, she probably had plenty of practice, and Octavia could hear a stallion hit the sand as the shakes went into her marefriends stomach, hips, and thighs. Worst part was that watching her act like this was getting her in the mood even.
“I’m not gonna tell you how to be sexy, because I know you can’t bellydance, or,” she said as she lifted one of her legs up to her thighs, “this.”
Octavia’s mouth opened wide. She didn’t even know if the string that would be covering her actually would, and the five guys that began to ran to a bathroom made her feel like it was failing in its job. “W-well, o-of course not! Do you know how indecent that is?”
Vinyl let her leg fall, a sneaky smirk spreading from ear to ear. Octavia knew she’d just fallen into Vinyl’s trap, and that she had the perfect response.
“Show me how to do it decently then.”
Octavia blinked at the suggestion, before standing up properly and putting a hand to her chin. It was an interesting thought, and it would make sense for her. An improper outfit could make some of her more proper movements fairly erotic to others. She just had to think of the right one.
Vinyl crept up behind her, whispering, “Go,” just before pushing Octavia. She floundered for a moment, the sand sticking to her hooves, wanting her to stay. She was more graceful than that, even if she wasn’t as flexible. Her body began to move on its own.
And the stallions on the beach felt their jaws drop. They were used to Vinyl at this point, hence why they didn’t try to talk to her. She was a beautiful view, and they still couldn’t help but react, but they no longer even thought they had a chance. No, they were used to her shimmies, lifts, taunts, and reveals.
Octavia was something different though, moving across the sand like a gust of wind, almost floating above it, even with just the simple spin she did to get her unstuck and safe. To make it worse for the stallions, she did in fact spin, her voluptuous body following in time, but the bikini not holding it back from shaking, jiggling, and trying to escape it.
As for the mare herself, Octavia could feel lightning coarse through her body. Every male eye was on her, eating up every part of her body. She was a treat for them, but one glance at Vinyl, who was biting her lip like anytime she danced, reminded her that they would never have her. She was forbidden fruit.
And that was hot.
Her hoof glided away from herself, tracing the sand, before barely landing. It was a fairly basic step, especially since she couldn’t quite shake her embarrassment from the situation, but she didn’t need anything fancy. A simple traveling box step, the lifeblood of the waltz, was all she needed.
Step after step, bounce after bounce, their eyes followed every inch of her. From her soft stomach, to her wide thighs, and above all else, her bouncing breasts. They were heavy on her like this, but the excitement drowned out any discomfort, at least for now, especially since the lack of support meant they got to act naturally, jiggling and jostling like they would normally.
It was intoxicating, especially as she heard the hushed whispers of the men, and she went to truly flaunt it. One hoof planted itself hard, before she fell back, her arms going above her head as she pushed her chest skyward.
Right before she was pulled straight to the ground, landing on Vinyl as the breath in her was shoved out. “Vinyl… what in Tarturus was that for?”
Vinyl spun her over, slamming her back into the beach, her breasts grinding into the sand. She could feel it on every inch of them, and that was the wor… Every inch…
Vinyl breathed in her ear, the first betrayal of how fast she must have had to move to do this, “We’re… going to… need to get you a custom made one, as you almost gave everyone a good look.”
Octavia blinked for a moment, faintly hearing Vinyl say something about needing to head home before her face went into the sand, steam drifting off of the now unconscious, red faced mare.