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140224 No. 140224 ID: 9b127b

It’s Beach Day, the sandiest day of the year! Pack your sunscreen and visit our floating beach resort "The Diamond Crown" orbiting high in the atmosphere of Beta Earatone. Pack your sunscreen- the sun’s ray are strong up here!

This perfectly circular, perfectly secure beach is a floating disc full of fun and fancy. Relax on its sandy red beach, swim in its waters, surf with the help of the wave generator, try your luck with novelty swimsuits, or even go hang gliding off the edge. Don’t worry, our trained professionals will catch you before you go too far down. Queen Chinzebeth VII assures us this beach is perfectly safe from scaly invaders, so relax. What could possibly go wrong?

Try not to be too lewd, there’s royalty in attendance!

Previous Beach Days: https://questden.org/wiki/Beach_Day
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No. 140225 ID: dc156c
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“Beach! Beach! Beach!” a glowing blue ball cheers. “Yay, Dotti! Our resident fox spirt finally finds her bikini boldness!”

“Bikinis let me shapeshift as long as I want,” Dotti smiles. “This one’s neck strap can be untied, too. It’s perfect!”

“I hope you have a blast this year,” Landi says. “No collars this time. Unless you want ‘em, hehe.”

“I’m gonna pay Roger back for picking Momo as his art subject last year over me,” Dotti says with a wicked grin. “He’ll be so jealous of my art, and I’ll refuse to show him ANY of it.

“I think your revenge game could use some work. Want any advice?”

“Nah, this is perfect. How about you? Are you gonna go flying with people like last year?”

“I don’t really see what people like about the Hang In There Hang Gliders,” Landi says. “Too much of a safety net. No, I’m gonna go to BIG SPLASH TUBING! I’ll be careening down a roiling river of raging rapids! It’s a high-risk attraction, like me!”

“Only because you’re small,” Dotti says.

“Like your brain.”

“And your boobs.”

“You know what? I take back what I said,” Landi huffs. “I hope you have no fun at all this year. And when you inevitably get into trouble, I won’t save you.”

“I’m perfectly capable of saving myself. I’ll NEVER ask for your help, no matter what. You’d just screw things up even more.”

“Whatever. See ya later, trash spirit.”

“Later, crazy fairy.”
No. 140226 ID: 4481aa
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Lemmy: “–and so Floyd broke curfew too to bring Martino back home, and neither of them got caught!”

‘Bec flashes a grin at the last detail. The difference between gossip and dirt is how many people know it, and leverage. When it’s a secret to practically everyone, and has multiple pressure points (she could threaten to get Floyd or Martino to motivate either of them), then you may as well call it what the cafeteria food tastes like: Dirt!

‘Bec: “I can work with that. Alright, what do you want?”
Lemmy: “One of everything, and two of the good stuff.”
‘Bec: “Kiss my ass.”
Lemmy: “Present it.”
‘Bec: “Cheeky little–”

Lemmy bursts into giggles. ‘Bec pauses, before facepalming when she realizes the pun.

‘Bec: “Last chance to play serious before I walk away.”
Lemmy: “Alright alright, serious mode. What do you have?”
‘Bec: “Well, the usual inventory’s out. No point placing orders for future delivery in a dream, right?”
Lemmy: “It’s weird that my dream would outright tell me that, but yeah. Immediate satisfaction would be good.”
‘Bec: “I’ve been combing the beach for a while. Probably picked up one or two things you might like. Let me–”
‘Bec: “–Ah, wait. Screw that, I already know what you want.”
Lemmy: “Oh yeah?”
No. 140227 ID: 4481aa
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She walks back a bit, looking at a patch of sand with various sticks poking out of the ground. After checking her notepad, she begins shoveling away the sand surrounding a specific one. He doesn’t get to see what it is until it lands in his hands.

Lemmy: “Oh. My. GOSH! Is this–?”
‘Bec: “Tested it out myself. It’s a pretty nifty toy, much better than those crappy water pistols Snyder sells, don’t you think?”

Never in his life had he laid eyes on something so beautiful. She was right, this wasn’t just a small water pistol. This was a revolutionary weapon. It was like… a Super Soaker!

Lemmy: “Where did you even get this?”
‘Bec: “Fell off a truck.”
Lemmy: “Literally, or did you steal it?”
‘Bec: “Don’t stress the details. You wanna thank me? Then go out and get me some more customers.”
Lemmy: “You want me to tell all the people I spray that it’s your fault I have this? I mean, if you want–
‘Bec: “Yeah, realized it was stupid right after I said it. Just get outta here. I’ve got my own ways of getting my services out there to the people who need it.”
Lemmy: “Time to put this baby to work! This is gonna be a bash! Or should I say, a–”
‘Bec: “Make a pun in front of me, and I’m taking it back.”
Lemmy: “...I’m still going to think it.”

Splash. Ha!
No. 140228 ID: 4481aa
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Lemmy decides to leave before ‘Bec retracts her generosity. But man, he hasn’t played with water power like this since the time a water pistol fight broke out close enough to home that he could bust out the garden hose. Where should he go first? Who is he gonna soak? There are so many possibilities!

...Was that an arm?

He freezes, rotating 180 degrees and looking down at the sand. Yep, there’s an arm sticking out. Looks human too, all fleshy and whatnot. It’s flailing around.

Lemmy: “Ohhhh I see what you want.”

This wasn’t a tough puzzle. He grabs it by the palm, and shake hands with it.


After a couple seconds of peace, it continues flailing about in your grip. Hmm, maybe it wants to complete introductions? Should Lemmy tell it his name?
No. 140229 ID: 4481aa
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As funny as this bit has the potential to be, it strikes Lemmy that whoever is buried might not be able to breathe down there. That thought gets him to take things seriously. He sets down the gun, and grabs the arm more firmly, dragging it as hard as he can. The sand gives way, and eventually–

Roger: “*GASP!*
No. 140230 ID: 4481aa
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Meanwhile, in Cattenom...
No. 140231 ID: 9ea24b
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Gray: Let’s go to the beach-each, let’s go get a—glubglubohsggj
No. 140233 ID: 9ea24b
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Gray: Sing it with me Crown! I know you know this song. Bad bitches like me is hard to come by–
Crown: sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Gray: Hey, if Princess made me babysit you on my vacation, I’m not letting that stop me from having a good time at this beach party. And I’m going to make sure you have a good time too! How does that red sand feel?
Crown: i don’t care for sand.
Gray: Ogle some babes.
Crown: i don’t care for babes.
Gray: Now Crown, I’m very accepting of everyone’s sexuality, even yours after you blew up my got dang girl who is also my friend, but you have to try this water, feels great on the feathers.

Crown slides forward so his toes are barely hit by the artificial waves. Gray takes this as a great victory.
No. 140234 ID: a7a180
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Somewhere very (n)ear, another winged mischief maker has managed to stay comfy for a year - or were it weeks? - while posing as the capricious fox spirit's inner voice of chic.
"Yes, I’m sure you look beautiful, Dotti. Hmm, trying to impress a boy with your drawing, eh? Go find an umbrella and set up somewhere with a good angle on the beach. That way they can see you and you can see them, and people will come up and ask what you're drawing! You'll catch this Roger's attention in no time."
No. 140235 ID: e631be
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Oh! It’s that voice again! It’s too smart and clear to be a spirit, so clearly that means the voice is Dotti’s own inner Voice of Good Ideas. Dorothi has a conscience, so clearly it’s a sign that Dotti, as Dorothi’s creator and brilliant artist, is making progress at understanding what makes humans tick.

Dotti observes that Roger got here early and dug his own den! Very smart. However, he’s got some work to do on entry and exit architecture. He could have asked for help from a professional, but he’s got to learn his lessons at the school of hard knocks. Dotti pointedly ignores Roger’s hacking and coughing and sets up shop.

“Umbrella time!” Dotti declares. She decides to build up a sketchbook worthy of jealousy, and starts by sketching the odd duo near the waterslide. One of them seems to enjoy water, like humans, but he’s giving off very not-human vibes. The other one is most decidedly not human, and doesn’t like water. The water-loving one is wearing a swimsuit, and is trying to get the not-human to come in the water.

That quest is doomed to failure, of course. Everyone knows that water is icky and freezing and wet. Not even humans want to swim in it without special preparations like a swimsuit. The not-human (Crown? What kind of name is that?) isn’t wearing a swimsuit, so he can’t be expected to go in the water.
No. 140236 ID: e631be
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“Oh no,” Dotti whispers. ”I’m in a swimsuit.”

Surely no one would expect her to go in the water.

No. 140238 ID: 127310
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Damien: "Loosen up and have some fun, Nicoletta!"
Nicoletta: "Water's not supposed to be fun."
Damien: "Come on, look at how beautiful and clear it is!"
Nicoletta: "It does look a bit fun..."
No. 140239 ID: 89131a
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"Sisters! The veil is weakened and fate has smiled upon us delivering us back to the site of our humiliation! Now we will wreak havoc on thise who have defied us!"

"I don't want to, though," says Lan.
"Yeah. I want to go hang gliding!" says Oz. "And are ya really going with the 'evil doppelganger' shtick again? Does that ever work?"

"It works sometimes," Kag replies defensively.

"Name one tjme."

"Shut up!"
No. 140243 ID: e2e1dc
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She's in this place again. Alice was having the strangest dream.

Or is she still dreaming?

No she's been here before, hasn't she?
No. 140244 ID: 9ea24b
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On Gray’s diligent bodacious beach babe inspection, he notices the fox girl looking his way while sketching in a notebook. He surges out of the water to pose artfully next to Crown, who’s still his usual hunched self.

Gray: By the way, you had something to do with what happened in Wano, didn’t you? Princess said she left you to your own devices for ten minutes and suddenly I can’t find the turd who was messing with the reincarnation process and had a weird pet dog.
Crown: you shouldn’t blame me for every minor inconvenience.
Gray: Buddy, I’m 99.9% sure it was you. Also, it’s not a minor inconvenience, it’s election fraud!
Crown: ok it was me i guess you better do something about that.
Gray: Well I’m trying to get you to have a good time so you give up on being a jerk. Princess said she hadn’t tried that one yet.
Crown: it’s working. i’m having a blast. wow. i have learned the error of my ways and am no longer suffering. the path has led me to this very moment.
Gray: Really?
Crown: yes. why don’t you go get us some beverages to celebrate this momentous occasion?

Gray sighs and shakes his head.

Gray: That might have worked on a normal combat angel but I’m too smart for your schemes.
Crown: darn.
No. 140246 ID: ca2950
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"Besides, what're you gonna do that makes Queeny look bad?

"Shit... You're right," Kag says, dropping the glamor spell.

"You could try being nice and confusing everyone?" Lan offers.

"No, I'm not doing that," Kag says shortly, waving her off. "Well now what do I do if we're not overthrowing our enemies for the glory of our dark god... or whoever summoned us this week?"

Oz shrugs.
"Just cause the problems you want to, instead of the problems you think you have to."
No. 140247 ID: 752ca5
File 169163930589.gif - (119.18KB , 800x800 , Beach Day 2023 1.gif )

>Don’t worry, our trained professionals will catch you before you go too far down...
No. 140249 ID: 4481aa
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Roger’s situational awareness had let him down. If he had noticed that Lemmy was holding a water gun, he’d never think to make a statement like “I should go wash this sand off”. Luckily, he was at least able to toss his bag and hat to safety, before the inevitable stream of water blasted into him.

Lemmy watches Roger with a Cheshire Cat-like grin, as the artist wrings out his soaked shirt.

Roger: “...Thank you, Lemmy.”
Lemmy: “It was my pleasure.”
Roger: “It may as well be somebody’s. Got any plans?”
Lemmy: “Community service. I’m helping all the dry people still on the sand cool off.”
Roger: “Are you sure that’s a good idea? It looks like most of the people here are adults, so they would probably be able to punish you.”
Lemmy: “What, I should just hope they don’t overheat in the sun? Why pray when I can spray?
Roger: “...Right. I think I’m just gonna draw. Lots of interesting appearances here, you know? Plus, I’m not really much of a swimmer.”
Lemmy: “Maybe not, but you’re one of the best sinkers I’ve ever seen! You could go pro in that field!”
Roger: “Goodbye Lemmy. Please try not to get into too much trouble.”
Lemmy: “Fine, but I’m gonna walk the line riiiight below too much.”
Roger: “Wouldn’t expect any less.”

As the self-proclaimed comedian leaves, Roger settles down on the sand and takes in the sights. Landscape art isn’t his favorite, but he was honestly considering it this time. The sights here were really something to marvel at. Sure, there was a beach back home, but it was nothing like this. He never even knew sand could be this color, closer to red than yellow. If he had crayons, colored pencils, or markers, he might like to try and capture it in his sketchbook.

Still, he wasn’t starved from living subjects. From the odd ones splashing about in the water, the trio of children with horns and colored skin, to–
No. 140250 ID: 4481aa
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No. 140251 ID: 4481aa
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Brain, for the love of all that is good in this world, do NOT let me wake up right now.
No. 140252 ID: dc13c4
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Come one come all if you are brave enough to get for me a draw of your personal hell. Nothing more interesting to get on such a hot day than a gruesome depiction to send chills to your skeleton. In order to participate simply pick up a ticket and introduce yourself.

No. 140255 ID: 2f7f6e
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Welcome to the Rich Bitch’s Beach Stand! Enjoy some free food (if you can stomach it).

[Suggest some strange and impractical dishes for the stand’s menu. The worse the score it would give you in a cooking video game, the better!]
No. 140256 ID: 3aa94d

Lard-stuffed donuts with sand sprinkles. Made with real sand!
No. 140257 ID: 8f2693

A beach stand isn't complete without icecream
So get some cold sourcream, ketchup (for coloring) with a cherry ontop
Not sure if you have cones on you but you can always deep-fry a tortilla or a piece of bread into the shape of a cone
No. 140258 ID: 4481aa


How about some nachos? A nice delectable snack dish.

All you need is two chips, a pinch of shredded cheese (completely unmelted), and a metric ton of sliced jalapeños.
No. 140260 ID: bbd459
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Ah! Time to take a break from the pressures of running a magical workshop and embrace my other passion: caricature!

I'm sure at a fabulous multiversal beach resort like this one, there's all kinds of interesting subjects to occupy my brush.

Who will be first to volunteer to be painted by the amazing Cat Wizard?
No. 140261 ID: 87762c
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Fortunately, the muscly water-loving not-human does not also try to get Dotti to get in the water. Instead, he changes up his pose for her, almost as if he knows she’s trying to get a sketch to make other artists jealous. What a nice guy.

And then Roger notices her, all according to plan.

“H-hello,” Roger calls out. “Ah, remember me? Roger? From Halloween?”

Dotti ignores him. Turnabout is fair play, after he ignored her at the last beach gathering.

“Um,” he says. “You are Dotti, right? I’m not… mistaking you for someone else?”

The silence is punctuated only by the furious scratching of Dotti’s pencil. Roger doesn’t deserve her attention, not after he made last year’s grievous error in judging who would make a better sketch subject. Dotti relishes the sweet, sweet justice.

Just as Roger is about to slink away in defeat, Dotti looks up from her sketchpad.

“Congratulations,” Dotti says. “You recognized me when I was right in front of you. Unlike last time.”

"Last time? Wait- What do you mean I didn't recognize you? Do you mean at that other beach?"

“Of course,” Dotti sniffs. “I was two seats down from you, and you chose to draw that horrid red and white fox instead. She is undeserving of anyone’s attention. Now if you please, stand aside so I can focus on my own subject. One that is not you.”

Roger's face scrunches up, as he really tries to think back. It's to little avail, as he's trying to grasp details he wasn't focused on from a dream that felt as far back as a year ago. He sighs in defeat. "I can't believe you were really that close, and I couldn't tell. Why didn't you say anything? It would have been nice to talk again."

Dotti raises an eyebrow. "Because I was on vacation in my true form. It's so much more relaxing when I don't have to talk. Like this. Right now."
No. 140262 ID: 9ea24b
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The next beach babe survey yields several more artists willing to paint for free. This appeals to Gray’s vanity and he breaks his pose and jabs his thumb toward the cat and the demon-like creature.

Gray: How about we get portraits done? You can go to the cat and I’ll go to that spooky guy.
Gray: And, hup!

Gray lifts Crown up by the waist and trots over to the Cat Wizard to wedge Crown securely in the sand before mumbling more lyrics under his breath and heading for the promised depiction of his personal hell.
No. 140263 ID: 60841b
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"So, this is it! Pretty neat beach, huh?"
>"Hm. Yeah. I don't like saltwater or crabs that much - I kinda prefer the lakes back home a bit more."
"Everything ok over there?"
>"Yeah, it's just - ngh. I don't like the way my wool sticks out the side of my swimsuit."
"It looks fine! and besides, that always happens. Is removing the wool an option?"
>"Wouldn't you like to know. Say, aren't we missing someone?"
"Yeah, Nashi!... Do you think that maybe she's running late? Actually, she might be here already. We should go look for her."
>"Alright. She can't have gone far… hmmm… I’m getting kinda hot actually, let’s go get popsicles first."
No. 140264 ID: 60841b
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"I think I'm on the wrong boat!"
"C-can anybody here speak? Where are we going? This isn't a nice tropical beach at all!"
No. 140266 ID: 60841b
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"Listen up, my lovelies! Our job is to soften the enemy line and storm that sand fortress! Avoid their hoses and water balloons and try not to lose your swimsuits! Remember what we are fighting for here today - for our roommates and bunk mates back home! And I can promise that anyone who comes out of this by the end will personally get a medal and a kiss from yours truly!"

"U-um, Excuse me! Where are we going? Isn't this beach day twenty-twenty three?"

"I'm afraid not darling! where we're going, we'll shortly be arriving at beach day twenty-twenty one! "

"What? Why? Th-there's been some kind of mistake! C-could you... maybe... turn this thing around?"

"No can do! We've been planning this assault for a while now, no turning back! And here I thought you were a volunteer. But hey, at least the waves are going to be pretty sick."

"Oh no... Oh gosh..."

"Remember to take cover behind any beach umbrellas, chairs or changing rooms you can find. We will liberate this beach of its oppressive ruler, once and for all!"
No. 140267 ID: 60841b
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"I wanna go home..."
"Don't worry darling, after we're done here, we'll all feel right at home!"
No. 140268 ID: 9ea24b
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Sir, could you stand up a little straighter so I can see your beautiful face?

Ah, perfect. Your caricature will be done in record time.
No. 140269 ID: 9ea24b
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Gray takes a ticket from the dispenser and nods to the shadow creature.

Gray: Hi, I'm Gray, I'm a stork angel who's in charge of retrieving all of the baby angels from across the multiverse. I like women, sports, big flaming swords, and being an authority to the youth.
No. 140270 ID: dc13c4
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Memento: Wow would you look at yourself, you absolutely gorgeous. That smile, that attitude, that hairstyle if I wasn't already married I would have fallen for you immediately. Now I see that you are interested in my drawing but I must want you what I draw might not be a pleasant thing to see. Like seeing two pictures one of a young child and one of the same person but older who died of a drug overdose. Are you still interested in seeing your own personal hell?

No. 140271 ID: 9ea24b
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Gray: Oh, thank you so much for the compliment. Psychological horror is A-OK. I was going to say to keep it PG-13 but you don't see like one for shock images.
No. 140272 ID: 8f2693
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At the "PAINT BALL!!!" lounge:

Playing for the SORCERESSES team
Erin: Hey this is pretty neat! i think i have the hang of this-
No. 140273 ID: 8f2693
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Erin: This is...
Deeply concerning
No. 140274 ID: bbd459
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So tell me, kid, do you like rollerblading?

Crown: "Not really... actually—"

That's great! Everyone loves rollerblading...

Cost of paint plus time: 5gp
No. 140275 ID: bbd459
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Ta daaaaa! Looks just like you! That'll be 25gp!
No. 140276 ID: 4481aa
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With little regard for his well-being, Lemmy decides to approach the monster-y lady.

Lemmy: “Hey, not to beat around the bush, but are you some kind of plant lady? You’re looking pretty green, but you’re shrubbing it off too easily for you to be sick.”
Lemmy: “Unless this is what people mean when they say ‘green with envy’?”
Alice: "Whhagh?"
Lemmy: “Y’know, plants? Give them sun and water, and they grow big, green, and healthy? I’m grassin’ nobody taught you this stuff?”
Lemmy: “You seem kind of wilted, but you’re getting plenty of sun... You must be dehydrated! We’d better treet that quick, before you wither away!”
No. 140277 ID: 4481aa
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Lemmy: “Don’t thank me, it’s what anybody would have done. I’m just the one who rose to the occasion No need to flower me with praise!”
No. 140278 ID: dc13c4
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Memento: Well Gray this is what I created for you a painting where you while showing off your muscles suddenly get covered in liquid gold and while it is slowly suffocating you and turning you into a living statue the rest of the kids are watching this horror show. I was going for the horror of your death being a horror for the people that look up to you, I call it "Capturing the golden ages of your life"' so what do you think of this piece?

No. 140279 ID: 9ea24b
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>Erhem, I said that will be 25gp! Artists deserve to be paid for their work and effort.

Crown: i’m not paying.

>My pro bono work is in the past, young man. Don’t you want to take this fabulous painting home?

Crown raises his shoulders and drops them.

>Well then–Fiddle dee dee, this painting becomes thee!

There’s a flash of light and Crown’s appearance becomes that of the painting, complete with rollerblades and extreme proportions. He topples over into the sand.
No. 140280 ID: 9ea24b
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Gray: This is fabulous! The lighting is very well done and it’s always good to remind the children about things like breathing and burning to death. I’m extremely satisfied, thanks a bunch.

Gray takes the painting and goes to fetch Crown.

Gray: Look at this cool painting I got, isn’t it radiant? How did it go with the cat–oh sweet me, what happened to your face?
Crown: i didn’t pay and he cursed me to look like the drawing.
Gray: Couldn’t you just…manifest some money?
Crown: wasn’t in the mood.
Gray: Okay, er, do you want me to get rid of the spell?
Crown: why bother?
Gray: I knew I’d find something you liked! This is big progress, but there’s still plenty of beach and beach babes left to enjoy. I have a feeling like I want to cover myself in honey and wrestle.
No. 140283 ID: 64dbac
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With the incantation's success, your egress through the pall has ferried you through to strange, distant lands. For several long moments you are taken aback, given need to regain your bearings: such light and hue had eluded you for many months, the air crisp and sky clear with no fell, ominous miasma in sight.

Warm sands shift beneath your feet as gentle waves lap against the shore - it seems you are in time before the end of summer festivities. Khasma be praised!

Casting a look about, your long ears prick and short tail twitches. Voices can be heard, other denizens yonder with a variety of most curious garb. Fortunately, you have grown quite adept at your witchery - managing to coalesce a suit for swim of your own. Such strange garb clings to your form in unfamiliar ways - and though surely it would make for poor protection should a foe surface, you do feel quite agile at the moment.
No. 140288 ID: a7a180
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“Now dear, ease up on the sass. You've shown him the rod, now reel him in! Maybe you could pose to be drawn together, you’d make a pretty picture!"

“Hm, I actually want to see what she’s drawn. I’d better just… slide down her hair here... My, those locks are thick. Quite lovely… Ooh, is that the bikini she picked? I was right, it is cute! Now, better make myself incognito for their picture."
Tineola hides herself between the folds of Dotti's ribbon, poking her head out to peer at her notepad.
No. 140299 ID: 4481aa
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"True form?" Roger blinks. "Wait, are you not always a fox then?"

Dotti scoffs. “I’m always a fox.”

Roger mentally slaps himself for that fumble. Duh! She couldn’t eat chocolate before. If she was human, she could have just turned back to enjoy it (barring lactose intolerance).


“So, at that other beach, you looked just like... a normal fox?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” She says it like it’s obvious, and he’s an idiot for not getting it.

“Wh- Then of course I didn’t recognize you! How was I supposed to know what you look like normally!? I’ve only ever seen you like this.”

Her eyes narrow, and she just points to the bow on her head. She then waves her hands down at her fur.

On the one hand, Roger could see where she was coming from. A specific fur pattern and accessory should have easily helped her stand out. But then on the other hand, there sat the whole of his life experience and one very large detail.

“Okay, I guess I can kind of see that,” he relents. “But even if I made the connection, I would never have thought it was you. Changing your body that much... it’s not possible at all where I’m from. I probably would think you were connected, but I’d never have thought you were the same person.”

"You haven't heard about fox spirits?" Dotti cocks her head to one side. "I wonder what it'd be like living where you're from. Of course, I'd have to look just like you, but no one would ever suspect... hmm."

“Well, you wouldn’t have to look like me exactly. Humans come in a lot of different shapes and sizes. If you ever met my friend Franklin, you might not believe we’re the same species.” Roger chuckles at the thought.
No. 140300 ID: 4481aa
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Mollified, Dotti scratches her ear. "Hey, I just got a good idea. Do you want to get something drawn of us, together? So we can both have something to take home."

“Wouldn’t we need to find a copier for us to both take it?” Roger asks, before waving his own question off. “Nevermind actually. I won’t be able to either way, so just one is fine.”

Thankfully, Dotti doesn’t question that, and they’re both spared an existential crisis.

They walk across the sand to the cat wizard, just a little too late to catch the feline’s last victim subject leaving and reconsider. He ushers the pair to stools, and brings out a new canvas.
No. 140317 ID: 15a025
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You know, a beach vacation is pretty nice and all. I wish I would have brought some sunglasses or something though. Feels like ages since I’ve even seen the sun out. I wish Kaari would have come, but I wasn’t going to drag her out here after what she went through.

Least it’s nice and warm out here, I could go for sun bathing.
No. 140318 ID: 435f13
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Ceri: "Sorry! Sorry! Normally I wouldn't show up this big, but I really really wanted to wear this swimsuit and this was the only size it was available!"
No. 140319 ID: 9ea24b
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Gray: Wow, the babes are plentiful here. Do you think people would be down for beach volleyball? I don't think I have much luck with honey wrestling given the lack of adult guys.
Gray: Wait a second. Crown, you're an adult guy! Let's do a naked honey wrestle.
No. 140320 ID: 9ea24b
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Gray: You're not getting out of it that easily.
No. 140322 ID: 435f13
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What a cute couple! Hold still, you two lovebirds!

Dotti: "Uh we're not—"

Roger: "We've only met each other once before."

Roleplaying as strangers, huh? It's great you guys are still finding ways to keep things spicy in the ol' boudoir!

Dotti: "What are you talking about???"

Cost of paint plus time: 8gp
No. 140323 ID: 435f13
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All done!

A lovely picture for the lovely couple!

That'll be 25gp!
No. 140338 ID: 435f13
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Puffball: "Wow! What a cool beach! I can't believe they got all this stuff up in the sky! And that swimsuit store actually had something in my size! Doesn't it look great? And that water looks so refreshing, doesn't it make you just want to plunge right in?"

Nate: "Just a few more moments, wyrm, and I shall plunge my dagger into your wretched heart..."
No. 140339 ID: 435f13
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Puffball: "Oh, Nate, look! They're doing caricatures over there! We should get one of us together! Wouldn't that be great?"

Nate: "W-whatever you say serpe—ah... I mean... Sweetie!"
No. 140340 ID: 435f13
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Puffball: "Looks like the cat is with a customer. But look, there's no line over there!"
No. 140341 ID: 435f13
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Puffball: "I know it's a little weird to see a dragon and a knight on a date, but Nate's not really a knight, he explained how he's actually a dragon who got disfigured in a horrible accident and now he has to wear a suit of of armor for medical reasons so please don't make him feel too self-conscious about it. Anyway, okay so I like rollerblading, ice-skating, tennis, go-karting, puppies, chocolate, ice cream, bubblegum, rainbows. . . ."
No. 140344 ID: 0e8bde
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Roger makes a whimpering noise.

“Oooh,” Dotti says. “I look happy in that picture. Roger, is it your turn to wear the collar? I promise it won’t say Worst Human.”

Roger does his best to not cry in front of Dotti. He succeeds. Barely.

“Y-you expect me to pay for that?” Roger clears his throat. “No way!”

“Twenty-five GP for materials and time,” says the Cat Wizard.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got money.” Dotti says. “I buried my coinpurse over there. I get tips from my job at Kayk’s bakery! I’ll go grab it.”

“You don’t have to pay for it,” Roger says. “This cat doesn’t deserve a cent!”

“Another draw-n’dash?” says Cat Wizard. “If you don’t pay, I’ll have to curse you.”

“No curses, please,” Dotti says. “I’ll go dig up my money.”

Roger fumes at Cat Wizard as Dotti dashes to retrieve her buried treasure.

“Good for you not feeling emasculated by letting your date pay,” says the bespectacled Cat. “This is the Third Age after all! Modern times and all that jazz!"
No. 140345 ID: 0e8bde
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Dotti hears a series of great crashes and the sound of snapping wood and rushes back.

“What happened??”

“Creative differences,” Roger says, storming off.

Dotti looks at Cat Wizard, eyebrow raised.

“That’ll be an extra hundred GP for the wrecked easel,” says Cat Wizard.

“But you won’t curse him, right?”

“Not if ya cough up.”

Dotti narrows her eyes, but considers for a moment. “Did he have fun bashing your easel?”

“Yeah, I’d say so. He didn’t bash the picture, though.”

Dotti rolls her eyes and hands over her entire coinpurse. “No cursing Roger. You promise?”

“No curses, I swear.” Cat Wizard hands over the caricature. “Rude guy. You can do better.”

Dotti smiles, takes the caricature and strides over to Roger. “Here you go! You can have fun destroying this, too.”
No. 140347 ID: 08229c
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"This is a beach?" Jane asks.

"I don't know. I've never seen one. This place is hot and the air smells weird." Ace replies.

"And there's uh... A lotta weird looking Romeos. I've not seen these kinds before."

"I miss my train."
No. 140348 ID: 11f77a
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It was about time the officer took a break from all the crime-fighting and lifeguarding. The gort embraces her current outfit to enjoy a little light reading in the sun.

She had this vacation spot reserved since... the incident... and pulled many strings to spend her week here.
No. 140349 ID: 08229c
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"Wow, I thought you were a Romeo not a complainer." Jane teases.

"I think I got sand in my neck hole."

"C'mon. We're probably never going to even SEE a beach where we're from. Let's enjoy ourselves. Look, there's a cat with a paintbrush."

"I think he's offering to paint people..?"

"Haha, wild. I don't know why someone would make a flesh golem like that but let's see what they got."

Jane carries her over to the creature and places her on a stool.

"Hey there, little guy." She says, "You think you can draw up me and my date here?"

"Make me into a train." Ace requests.
No. 140350 ID: 435f13
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Sure thing, mop top! How about you're TRAIN-ing for the basketball team? Yuk yuk yuk.

Cost of materials plus time: 8gp
No. 140351 ID: 435f13
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Here ya go! Practice makes perfect, and I do believe I'm getting better at this!

That'll be 25gp or whatever you use for money.
No. 140352 ID: dc13c4
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Memento: I am flattered that you have chosen me to do a drawing but I must warn you that my picture might have some unforeseen consequences. The intentional purpose of my drawing was to unnerve you, but my last client was amused by it, and the last thing that I heard from him was something that involved being covered in honey and then proceeding to wrestle. Now I don't know if that is a real sport or a really specific kink but I am certain that it is really weird. So that is my warning before we proceed with this.

No. 140353 ID: 9ea24b
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While Crown reforms, Gray takes the time to magically generate some honey and liberally coat himself in it. The hot sun makes it less viscous than expected and the sand immediately starts sticking to the layer of goo on his feathers.

Gray: This actually sucks, why did the Soldier from Team Fortress 2 and my sweet painting make it look so cool?
Crown: you never trust my choices.
Gray: I’m glad you’re back to normal Crown, there was something terrible about seeing you with a mouth.
No. 140354 ID: 9ea24b
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A principled bird, Gray removes the difficult to draw honey and creates a volleyball net and ball.

Gray: This is our babe magnet Crown, we’re staying here for the rest of the day. We are going to ball with anyone who will have us and in return they’ll get relatively dynamic sketchy pictures of themselves doing sport.
Crown: what if no one wants to ball?
Gray: Then we’ll die alone. There’s no shame in it.
No. 140355 ID: 435f13
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>I am flattered that you have chosen me to do a drawing but I must warn you that my picture might have some unforeseen consequences.

Puffball: "Yeah yeah I know how this works. I don't take myself too seriously. Do your worst."
No. 140356 ID: 435f13
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Gloomweaver: "I heard someone was setting up a volleyball game. Let's see if you two pipsqueaks know how to handle some real balls!"
No. 140358 ID: 435f13
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Beach Himbo: "Woah! Did I hear someone say 'beach volleyball?' That's my absolute favorite sport! Dude, you gotta lemme play! I call skins!"
No. 140359 ID: 9b127b
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Queen Chinzebeth VII: "The Diamond Crown Auction house is offering a special promotion, this foolish invader tried to attack me and failed. The cat is now for sale let's start the bidding at 100 gold."
No. 140360 ID: 4481aa
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Lemmy prepares to strike again, sneaking up behind the trio of shorties. Before he can blast them however, one of them spots him!

Oz: “Piss off.”
Lemmy: “No thanks, I just went– hey, wait a minute. Aren’t you a girl?”

She raises an eyebrow, before motioning to her obvious racks.

Oz: “Not really much of a secret.”
Lemmy: “Yeesh, Lillian’s the biggest tomboy I know, and even she still doesn’t wear boy’s swim trunks. Can’t blame me for having trunk you were–”
Oz: “No seriously, leave. We shouldn’t even be talking right now. I’m clearly dressed way above your age rating.”
Lemmy: “Oh right, that whole ‘keep the kids away from on-screen nudity’ thing. Hmmm...”
No. 140361 ID: 4481aa
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Lemmy: “There! Problem solved!”
Oz: “Wh– Why’s there a big part of it missing!?”
Lemmy: “Well, that was the smallest one we had, so we had to make some special adjustments due to your size.”
Lemmy: “Problem solved, right? Can’t see anything naughty, and all it took was some mild censor-y deprivation!”

He blasts her with his soaker, before running for dear life.
No. 140363 ID: e51896
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Oh my goodness! You're Rachael, the shy nerdy bnuuy from the quest "30 Updates or Less"! You just exited the "Lounging Lizard Hotel'' after changing into your new swimsuit and leaving your clothes in your room. You are now taking in the view of "The Diamond Crown" beach resort.

Recently one of your sorority sisters, a rich kangaroo name Charisse, noticed you were getting stressed out during some of your weekly Girls Night Out (With a Pumpkin) parties, so she gave you an expensive ticket for this beach resort to, in her words, chillax, go outside for a change, and meet new people.

As an introverted bnuuy with social anxiety, you tend to stay indoors most of the time and keep to yourself as you don't want to EMBARRASS yourself in front of new people by saying or doing something weird that could get you bullied. But Charisse assured you that this beach isn't even at your home city NEW CRUST CITY, or even in your universe, so whatever you do here won't even matter and affect your reputation back home. It's the perfect place to practice your social skills, and being out in the sun is much healthier than staying inside playing video games all day.

Since you don't go outside much, you didn't really own a swimsuit. So you went and bought a cute one at the "Novelty Swim Suits" store. Because you aren't planning on going out swimming anytime soon after spending the day here, you decided to get a "Temporary Swimsuit" to rent for this vacation. However, when you asked the clerk when he needed the Temporary Swimsuit that you’re temporarily renting back, he just raised an eyebrow at you in confusion and told you to keep it. It was nice of him, but you don't really know what to do with it when you get home. It does feel comfortable, even if it doesn't feel like a regular swimsuit for some reason.
No. 140364 ID: e51896
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Unfortunately, unbeknownst to you, when it said "Temporary Swimsuit" it didn't mean it was a rental. It actually meant that the swimsuit was to be worn TEMPORARILY, as in it was actually designed to get easily DESTROYED until there is nothing left of it. Really it was meant to be bought and used as a prank swimsuit against your friends and enemies.

And it seems like the swimsuit has already started to get ruined. Unknown to you, as you were climbing down the stairs, there was a massive earthquake that nearly tripped you up, but you caught yourself on the hand rail. However, as your sleeve brushed against the rail, it sliced part of your sleeve apart… Not that you know that.

It's time to find something to waste time on at this resort.

Throughout this vacation, Rachael's swimsuit can potentially and gradually get destroyed until nothing is left. Feel free to suggest whatever activities you want Rachael to partake in, and what could happen that could somewhat destroy parts of her swimsuit, and what part of her outfit you want destroyed. You can also suggest for her to interact with someone and probably suggest how that character can destroy a part of her swimsuit too, but keep in mind that the owner of the quest characters has no obligation in following your suggestions. I will also not be going by most votes, but by whatever ideas I find most interesting and fun. Also, swimming in water won’t damage it, but something like getting squirted with water by a squirt gun could.

Quest authors can have their characters freely interact with Rachael, and gets dibs on whatever part of her outfit they want to destroy over whatever suggestors would want Rachael to do. I will take priority on interacting with other characters if a quest author has them interact with Rachael over suggestors’ ideas. I only request that the characters causing clothing damage on Rachael isn't doing it just to perverts and see her without her swimsuit. (Just ask me if you have questions about the direction you want to take it and how far you wanna take it on discord) Of course, if you don't want to destroy her outfit at all and just interact with her, that's perfectly fine too. You are also in no obligation to follow suggestors' suggestions on how the swimsuit can get damaged.

lastly, to both suggestors and other quest authors, plz don't just destroy a huge chunk of her outfit for quicker lewds, keep the damage small to medium, in other words, keep the audience wanting more.

SKIRT: 100%

No. 140365 ID: dc13c4
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Memento: Well here is what I came up with, you seem like a nice couple but how long will that last? This art piece I call "When the laughter dies and blood stars to Fly" some friendships are hard to maintain and others are to die for.

No. 140369 ID: 681cb5
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Sekhmet: “Oh sweet, a proper place to shop for thralls!” the giant fish lizard… err… thing exclaims as she jumps up onto the stage for a closer look, “So, little cat, what do yah specialize in? Heavy work? Some craft? Food?” Sekhmet leans in a bit and gives Nipha a sly smile, “…breeding?”
Queen Chinzebeth VII: “YOU RUFFIAN! GET DOWN FROM THERE THIS INSTANT!” the queen shouts, readying her whip for a strike, but then she spots the overflowing bag of gold and gems the Volin is carrying, “Oh, you’re part of the clientele…”
Sekhmet: “Ah’m not sure what yah meant with a hundred gold. Do yah mean some kind of coin or grams or kilos…?” the lizard holds up the heavy bag, its content glimmering in the summer sun, “Because Ah only ‘ave like… what, 40 kilos of gold? ‘opefully yah accept silver and gems as well.” While rustling her bag of loot, Sekhmet scratches the cat on top of her head, “Or what do you say, tiny pussy? ‘ow much are yah worth?” though, when even the scratches doesn’t lifts the kitty’s mood, the Volin starts to suspect that there might be a culture clash here, “Yah ‘now, this kitty is looking rather gloomy. Are yah sure she consented to being a thrall?”
Queen Chinzebeth VII: “…this fool is a slave.” Chinzebeth mutters, “A slave doesn’t choose, they obey.”
Sekhmet: “Of course a thrall got to choose what to do… or if they want to leave.” shifting her gaze from the slave towards the Queen, Sekhmet smiles widens into a toothy grin, “Yah’re just being mean otherwise. Got to respect yah thralls feelings to, yah ‘now!” Lifting up the bag of loot, she finally asks, “So is this bag of goodies enough to buy her or not, little queenie?”
No. 140370 ID: 08229c
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"PFFTBWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! Hooooly shit this is fucking amazing!" Jane laughs hard before paying the cat thing 25 bucks. "Oh my GOD look at us!"

". . ."

"I'm hanging this on my wall! Thanks little dude."

"A basketball..."
No. 140372 ID: 9b127b
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Chinzebeth: "Oh it seems you are some manner of naive child, (from a savage lizard world no doubt ) regardless your 40 kilos of gold is a valid bid, worth at least 4000 coins.

If no one bids higher than 4000 gold the cat is yours.

Will anyone bid higher than 4000gold for the cat slave formerly known as Nipha?"
No. 140374 ID: dc13c4
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Worm Work: I will participate in this bidding I will give 6000 gold! Let's see who can bid more than that!

No. 140375 ID: 435f13
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Puffball: "Eww! What the hell is this? You're supposed to draw me playing tennis with like a giant head or something, not as a gross bloody skeleton. And I don't have bones in my whiskers! I'll pay for it, but I'm not giving you a tip!"

Puffball passes the picture to Nate.

Puffball: "Look what he drew! Can you believe this?"
No. 140376 ID: 435f13
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Nate: "Th-this... this is..."
No. 140377 ID: 435f13
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Nate: "The best painting of all! A masterpiece of art!!! The violence! The sheer brutality! The inevitability of the mutual destruction of knight and dragon!"
No. 140378 ID: 435f13
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No. 140380 ID: 87e33c
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Nipha foams at the mouth at the ludicrous amount of funds that individuals are planning to spend on her.

Almost forgetting for a moment that it'd be entirely possible for a dragon to buy and eat her instead of merely being forced into slavery for a short period before she could make a daring and not at all legal escape.

This in turn causes her to let out the only reasonable verbalization of her internal monologue:

Nipha: *confused moan*
No. 140381 ID: dc13c4
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Memento: Well I did mention that even I can't predict how some may react at least now there is some interesting friction. I wish you the best of luck with the wizard cat.

No. 140382 ID: a7a180
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"Wow, beach day again! I really love these little outings."
"Yeah, I could get used to this..."
"So many more exciting aliens to meet! That large reptilian over there’s got wings, that felinid over there is drawing people, and so’s that one, and there’s a slightly simian-looking one over there holding… one that’s a just a head? Wow! Say, where are your little ant friends today Sam?"
"Oh I dunno, probably raiding picnics! I think I'll stick with you today."
"Aww, Sam! I'd love that."
No. 140383 ID: a7a180
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"Hi there! I really like your hair. Ooh, what’s this floaty ring made of? Is it blood? May I touch it, please?"
No. 140385 ID: 435f13
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>surf with the help of the wave generator

Runs on environmentally-friendly dragon power!
No. 140386 ID: 9ea24b
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Gray is immediately enamored with the Beach Himbo’s whole vibe and he gives a respectful salute to Gloomweaver.

Gray: You’re both welcome to play! I don’t think it’d be fair for all of the current shirtless people to be on the same team so Crown, I’m giving you a sensible top.

Gloomweaver snorts and picks up Crown to put him on her side of the net. Crown is used to this and immediately goes full-body flaccid.

Gloomweaver: I don’t need a functional partner to punk on you two! Bring it on.
No. 140387 ID: 9ea24b
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The four play a close first to 11, with the Beach Himbo steadily becoming more battered as he receives spikes from Gloomweaver. Gray keeps the portals and superpowers to a minimum while Crown does absolutely nothing.

The game ends when Gloomweaver sends the ball hurtling down on Beach Himbo so hard it bounces off his face and out of bounds.

Gloomweaver: Ha! Told ya. I’m just getting started.
No. 140388 ID: ca2950
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Tsuki: "Come on down to the most realistic and safe* pro-wrestling experience in the multiverse and greater Cleveland area! Battle like the stars on a mega padded, regulation sized ring! Meet WAN muscleman, the gigantic Genbu and reigning TV champion, Tsuki!
Also, Trisha and Nacha or whoever might also be here.

*safe is a relative term. Ohio Wrestling Organization and Harding Entertainment Ltd. are not responsible for any injury, death, maiming, boiling, evisceration, dismemberment or convoluted accidents resulting in nudity resulting from use or proximity of this apparatus."
No. 140389 ID: 681cb5
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Icaro: “Paint me like one of your French lizards, Wizard Cat~”
No. 140390 ID: 435f13
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French, huh? Is that a baguette in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? Hon hon hon!
No. 140391 ID: 435f13
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Here ya go, Pierre! A portrait worthy of the Loovre!
No. 140393 ID: 4481aa
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Roger stares down at the “““art”””, and then at Dotti.

Roger: “Are you sure? If you like it, I...”
Roger: “...”

He looks down at the caricature art again. A moment later, he’s tearing it into shreds.

Roger: “...I was going to say that you could keep it, but I don’t think I can. Sorry, I just don’t think I can live knowing this exists.”
Dotti: “Some things were made to be destroyed. This is one of them.”
Roger: “I guess that’s right. I wouldn’t have thought of destroying even the worst art I’d seen before, but I don’t even feel bad about this one.”

He stomps the remaining scraps into the sand, spitting on them for good measure. Dotti helpfully finishes them off with a bit of fire magic, causing Roger to jump back.

Roger: “Whoa! Right, magic, we talked about that before.”
Dotti: "I earned it! People sometimes get scared when I use my spirit powers. I can be just a regular fox if that's what you're used to."
Roger: “...Y’know, I don’t think I’ve seen a regular fox either, so this isn’t really any more weird than that would be.”
Dotti: “I am officially a better fox than Momo, by the way. She was the red and white one. She said it herself.”
Roger: “That weird fox with the big mouth and no eyes? I didn’t realize she could talk too. That’s... not a normal fox thing, I’m pretty sure.”
Roger: “I guess it’s a spirit thing then? Or a fox-spirit one? Are those two different things?”
Dotti: “Momo is horrible and you should know that. She doesn’t play by the rules of nature.”

Roger pointedly chooses to hold his tongue, regarding his perspective on Dotti’s connection to nature.
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Roger: “You have to have something in common though, right? You are both foxes.”
Dotti: “She looks like one, but there’s no way she actually is. She’d rather tease people than dig a den or hunt for food. She wouldn’t last two weeks in my forest.”
Roger: “You actually know how to hunt? That’s pretty cool! My dad used to hunt with his dad when he was a kid.”
Roger: “I always wanted to try it out, but there’s no good place in town for it, and we’ve never really gone anywhere else.”
Dotti: “There’s food everywhere if you know what to hunt.”

She sniffs the air to make her point, and her eyes go wide. She whips around, turning to stare at a rabbit woman who was just stepping onto the beach.

...She smiles a wide grin.

Roger: “...Um, Dotti?”
Dotti: “Watch and learn!”
Roger: “D-Dotti, she’s wearing glasses. I think that’s a person Dotti– DOTTI!”
No. 140395 ID: ca2950
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Tsuki: "Hey, chibi-chan. Why don't you give it a try. It's really soft and I'll even be you opponent. You'll get to go against a real wrestler! and I can squash you to look good in front of everyone."

Keimi: "Eh... I dunno."

Alex: "If you're not up for it, this is an alien I wouldn't mind fighting."

Keimi: "No. It's fine. I think I'll do it after all."
No. 140396 ID: ca2950
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Keimi tries to jump into the ring a few times, then runs up the stairs to face Tsuki.

Tsuki: "Wait a minute. This doesn't seem right."

Keimi: "Hm?"

Tsuki: "You looked so small over there."

Keimi: "Now I'm over here. You're not chickening out, are you? Tatakaeyo, chibi-chan."
No. 140400 ID: a7a180
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<There's no height requirement for wrestling, is there? Good. Let me know when you're done comparing sizes over there.>
No. 140401 ID: 435f13
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Meanwhile, back at the Auction House...

Prince Limpy steps forward and raises a richly-embellished sheet of vellum. In his other hand he jingles a small sack of gold.

Limpy: "Ah yahs a sahrvahnt of saaash cahlibah wahd bah ah muhst welcuhm additiah to owah reninuah."

Limpy, being of noble blood himself, offers his respect to her majesty. He knows that nobility value land more than petty cash. He bids 1000gp in gold as well as the deed for a parcel of land with an income of 500gp per year.
No. 140402 ID: 435f13
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Puffball: "Nate, check it out! A bachelorette auction! OMG could you imagine if I was up for grabs? What would you bid to keep me? You should bid on me haha!"

Nate: "What are you prattling on about now, hellspawn?"
No. 140403 ID: 435f13
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Before anyone can stop her, Puffball clambers up onto the stage next to Nipha. She adjusts her top to show off more cleavage and strikes a sexy pose.

Puffball: "Here's your next item, boys! Who wants to take home a big, beautiful dragon? Ooh I hope no one outbids my date! Then I'd have to go out with the winner instead and do whatever they want!"
No. 140404 ID: 435f13
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Nate (furious): "Nobody dare bid! The beast's head is mine!"

Nate opens his inventory and bids 2gp.

Puffball: "Pff, he's crazy if he thinks he's getting head after a lousy bid like that..."
No. 140405 ID: 60841b
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"Invading? Why would someone ever invade Pascoenia? Don't they see we have a good thing going here? Pilot, hand me my report on my approval rating."
>"I don't think you'll like it..."
No. 140406 ID: 60841b
File 169256036982.png - (690.61KB , 800x600 , BD6.png )

"Twelve percent?! That's a new low! Are these the most up to date figures? I don't get it Pilot. What am I doing wrong? Is it the art? Do people not like the statues?"
>"Oh, I don't know... might have something to do with your... way of running things?"
>"Well, first off, Typically, people prefer to elect their leaders."
"Why? voting day is so annoying. That's why I banned all other political parties and only allowed myself to run. We still have a democracy, it's just that your options are a bit limited. To one guy. Me. I win automatically - so it's some kind of automatic democracy, an auto-cracy if you will. Not everyone can be the author of this utilitarian ruleset, the author-itarian."
>"There's also the infrastructure, economy, budgeting, railways and-"
"Who cares about all that? the mail always arrives on time, one hundred percent of the time. Does anybody need anything else?"
"We don't have food? I've had plenty of cake to eat. Just give them some of that."
>"There's also the matter of rebellion, the people are revolting."
"Tell me about it."
>"And the matter of defence - we're in the middle of an invasion."
"Right, right. Let me consult my cabinet."
No. 140407 ID: 60841b
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>"We're already here."
"Good. Let's do a roll call. Postmaster General Pilot?"
"Serahtary of defence?"
"Excellent! a full house! You have all been gathered here today on a matter of urgency - what to do about this invasion. Hey Pilot, did you get a reply from Ecoa?
>"No, she insists that - and I quote - 'sandcastles are for dorks.'"
"Shows what she knows! What does she do with her time anyway? It's not like we've updated in a while."
>"Are we allowed to mention that?"
"I dunno."
No. 140408 ID: 60841b
File 169256042089.png - (481.31KB , 800x600 , BD8.png )

"What says you Serah? what is your assessment of the situation and how to deal with it."
"After analysing the information available to me, it would appear that nobody on either side really exceeds the height of your average piece of furniture, besides myself and a few other outliers. Most beach warfare should be effective, but the enemy's numbers are proving troublesome."
"I see. Are our hoses enough?"
"For now, but it's a matter of time before the forces break through, a new strategy is needed."
"We need a deterrent. How is project 'above average sized water balloon' going?"
"Needs field testing but it is ready to deploy!"
>"No, you wouldn't... We don't understand the destructive power of the above average sized water balloon! It could have unforeseen consequences! We have no idea who they'll effect! The beach is quite crowded this time of year..."
"Mhm. Maybe it'll have unforeseen consequences. Maybe not."
>"I couldn't allow it in good conscience! What if you wet people's towels and sandwiches?
"That's the point Pilot, we must put strain on the enemy's supply lines."
>"It's unethical! Don't you think you're going too far?!"
No. 140409 ID: 60841b
File 169256045581.png - (600.91KB , 800x600 , BD9.png )

"Not really. Serah! deploy the above average sized water balloons!"
>"I am become wet, splasher of beaches..."
No. 140411 ID: b0f0f5
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If Roger wants to learn to hunt, then he needs a demonstration from a professional. Poor guy, he never had anyone to teach him how to survive in the wild. Fortunately, this beach is FULL of exciting, high-speed, self-delivering, great-smelling foods.


Bunnies are everything right with nature. To catch a bunny meal you need to be fast and fit. You need great reflexes. Strong muscles. But the rewards are great, and the thrill of the hunt is overpowering. The chase is intoxicating!

Dotti sprints toward the bunny. Roger is shouting something. Good! That means he’s paying attention.

She pounces!

Rachael shrieks as Dotti tackles her. They both roll in the red sand as Dotti’s claws latch on to the back of Rachael’s swimsuit, raking down the back of her “prey.”

“Help!” Rachael screams. “She’s gonna eat me!”

“I’m not gonna eat you,” Dotti giggles, nipping playfully at the back of Rachael’s neck. “I thought that was obvious. This is fun!”
No. 140415 ID: a7a180
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"Hunting people for sport?! Dotti no, you can't do that on a public beach! -Oh no, she can't hear me. I never should have abandoned my post! How can I send a message... I've got it. I'll cause a wardrobe malfunction! I'm sorry Dotti, this is the only way!"
No. 140416 ID: ca2950
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Keimi: "Take this, villain! Juuuuustice Clutch!"

Tsuki: "Ack!"

Tsuki's spine is already under considerable strain at the best of times and this isn't helping.

Keimi: "You don't have to go this easy on me, you know. You can fight back a little."
No. 140417 ID: 2f7f6e
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The rat and plushie decided to take a break from their road trip and have some fun on the beach, starting with the most beach of activities: hang gliding. It reminds the rat of his first moments of existence, floating in the void of nothingness.

The plushie wonders how they can be hang gliding without even holding the glider.
No. 140418 ID: 2f7f6e
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No. 140419 ID: 9b127b
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Chinzebeth: "Oh my it seems we have another slave for sale!"

Chinzebeth: "I'm very sorry good sir knight, but your bid in invalid as it doesn't match the starting bid which I shall once again set at 100 gold"

Chinzebeth: "Let us once address the auction for the slave Nipha, Indeed the noble prince Limpy's bid of property surpasses other offers, going once, twice and sold to Prince Limpy, your winnings good prince."
No. 140420 ID: 681cb5
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Sekhmet: “’ey, wait up queene. Ah got a new offer!”
Queen Chinzebeth VII: “Oh? Could a savage like yourself really outbid someone of such noble breeding like Prince-” *POW!*
No. 140421 ID: 681cb5
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And with everyone distracted by the now prone Queen, Sekhmet grabs both Nipha and Puffball while hightailing it out of there.

Sekhmet: “Come on, little kitty and big dragon, yah freedom awaits! We just need to reach Pesi and our portal!”
Queen Chinzebeth VII: “Nooo! Not the merchandise! Stop those peasants!!”
Limpy: “Nooo! Nat tha sahrvrahnt! Ah naad tha!”
Nate: “Nooo! Not the beast! I need slay her!”
Nipha: “Nooo! Not the gold! The beautiful, shiny gold!”
Puffball: “Noo! Save me, my knight!”

Just a few more meters, and she’ll reach the portal with her new thralls...
No. 140422 ID: 435f13
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Luckily, at least one member of the Sky Guard is paying attention. Heli-Bold takes flight and zooms to the rescue!

Heli-Bold: "Hold on, little friends! I'm coming to save you!"
No. 140423 ID: 435f13
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Oh no! Just before Heli-Bold can reach Rat and Plushie, the out of control hang-glider crashes into the rotors of Heli-Bold's helicopter pack!
No. 140426 ID: 435f13
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Heli-Bold uses the last of his maneuverability to catch the falling rat and plushie before his heli-pak fails completely.

Heli-Bold: "I'm sorry, little friends! I'll try to shield you from the impact with my body. Tell my kobold wife 'yip yip yip.' She'll know what it means!"
No. 140427 ID: 435f13
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Phew! Heli-Bold, Rat, and Plushie are completely okay thanks to a conveniently-placed Beach Behemoth!
No. 140429 ID: 435f13
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Suddenly, a stocky figure mounts the turnbuckle above Keimi and Tsuki!

Masked Shortstack: You have no hope of victory, you pathetic pettanko! No one can defeat... THE MASKED SHORTSTACK! Tag me in, sister!
No. 140430 ID: 64dbac
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Taking in the vantage of the span of the beach around you, you find veritable chaos underway -- battles of grappling wrestlers, the pursuit of suitors and prey, cyclopean colossi the likes of which scholars dare not writ in the annals of lore! A slave auction underway reaches a frenetic conclusion -- there, at least, are familiar if unfortunate circumstances you are more canny to. While you remain confident in your illusory 'disguise' to blend in with these local denizens, the sheer energy of it all is overwhelming.

Instinctively, you fish free the vessel for your beloved companion, C.C.; should strife prove too formidable, you reasoned it would be helpful to have her nearby to better protect yourself. As you muster the essence to rouse the otherworldly canine, you are alarmed by an incredible outpouring of energy before she emerges -- clad in strange articles which you reason must be some manner of artifacts from this realm!

Daunting is the melee around you -- and you cannot shake the sense that your keen buune perception has failed to alert you of something important...
No. 140431 ID: ed9989
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The bespectacled bunny’s squeals are funny to hear. That was just a playful nip on the collar, nothing to be afraid of! Being a bunny must be so stressful if this is all it takes to set one off.

Dotti rolls off Rachael and moves to one side, repositioning for a tastier nibble, but something feels off. There’s something fluttering against her stomach.

Dotti looks down. Her neck strap is broken on one side, and there’s a rip in its ribbon. The strap is useless, and without it…

Dotti lets out a tiny, gekkering scream and hurriedly covers herself up. She tugs her top into place, not caring that the bunny girl is scrambling for freedom. That’s fine. She was too easy to catch, anyway. Not worth the time. Nope. If the prey is too easy, there’s no challenge. Clearly that was why she’d let her guard down and allowed the rabbit to get a swipe in at her top.
No. 140432 ID: ed9989
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Never mind the small servings. There’s an even better, bigger, plumper rabbit right here for the taking. Taking down this treat will be the real hunt.

Dotti watches as the summoned pooch leaps into the ocean, clearly leaving her mistress defenseless. Dotti slowly sneaks up on the extra-large order of buune, carefully plotting her attack, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
No. 140433 ID: e51896
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As Rachael scurries away After miraculously escaping the instinctual friendly greeting between a fox and a bnuuy, she trips and falls on the sand, as the encounter made her too dizzy to run properly. She sits herself up, too dizzy to stand at the moment.

Rachael: Oooog... dizzy...
Rachael: I can't believe I got away from that scary fox bully in one piece.
Rachael: But It's probably not safe to just sit here on the sand for long...
Rachael: I'm worried I might get in someone's way.
Rachael: I... I need to find a safe place to sit down and get my bearings soon.

the encounter with Dotti has left Rachael's outfit even more damaged, but it's still intact. Along with the cut on her right sleeve from earlier, she now has large claw marks on her back, and the back of her swimsuit's collar has been bitten off. Despite this, Rachael is still currently unaware about the state of her swimsuit.

SKIRT: 100%
No. 140434 ID: 2f7f6e
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The rat thanks Heli-Bold for the rescue, and promises to leave a five star review for such a thrilling experience.

After calming down from its unexpected freefall, the plushie asks how they’re going to get back to the beach with Heli-Bold’s heli-pak broken.
No. 140435 ID: 2f7f6e
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Suddenly, the rats and kobold are transferred to a large orange surface.

Vesuvius: Don’t worry, kiddos. We’ll make sure you get back to the beach safely. I just need to… get someone’s attention… harder than you’d think, considering…

The plushie waits patiently while the rat laments that this stuff was a lot easier before gravity was invented.
No. 140438 ID: da6908
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Dotti watches her prey closely. She's a big bunny... but the bigger they are, the longer the feast.

The huntress strikes!
No. 140441 ID: 4481aa
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Dotti is stalking off towards another target before Roger catches up. He pauses for a moment, looking between her and Rachael. While pursuing her is important, he decides that checking up on her first victim takes priority.

Roger: “Jeepers mam! Are you alright?”
Rachael: “Huh? Oh, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”
Roger: “I’m sorry, I was just talking to her about hunting, and then I said I hadn’t done it, and she wanted to show me– nevermind that. You’re sure she didn’t hurt you?”
Rachael: “She nipped at my neck a little, but I don’t think she broke the skin.”
Rachael: “So aside from a few small scratches, nothing hurts. It’s just disorienting.”

With her mentioning it, Roger does notice that she’s swaying slightly.

Roger: “Can you stand?”
Rachael: “Y-Yeah, just give me a minute.”

She shakes her head and tries to reorient her senses. It helps.
No. 140442 ID: 4481aa
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As she’s about to rise, Roger holds his hand out politely. She takes it, standing with his assistance.

What neither of them catch, however, is Rachael had fallen onto a seashell, one that had buried itself particularly well. Had she risen alone, she might have felt resistance; with assistance however, there was no chance. Her novelty suit’s cheap material gives first, with the Skirt tearing in the rear.

The damage wasn’t devastating on its own, but the hem had been damaged. Another tug, and it would very likely give.

SKIRT: 50%

Neither party takes note of the continuing deterioration of Racahael’s suit however. To them, Roger simply helps Rachael up, and she thanks the boy.

Rachael: “I’m gonna go find a place to rest. Somewhere out of the way.”
Roger: “Well, if you don’t want to sit on the sand, there are stools over there.”

Roger motions back towards the Cat Wizard, frowning to himself at the realization that he was still painting his monstrosities.

Rachael: “I think I’ll do that. Thanks.”
Roger: “No problem. Now I need to go catch up with Dotti before she actually kills someone.”
Rachael: “Y-You really think she would?”
Roger: “I hope not.”
No. 140444 ID: 64dbac
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With a sudden sense of alarm, you realize too late the danger that had lurked so near -- assaulted by a vulpine of formidable menace! Though you feel your heart race and pulse quicken in the primordial sense of fight or flight, despite your swift reflexes and well-honed agility you find yourself stunned by one of the few natural predators of the buune.

Seizing the advantage of surprise, the wicked fox performs a POUNCE -- against buune, it's SUPER EFFECTIVE!

You can feel a frightful tearing of conjured swimwear as, more worryingly, warm, small but fierce weight bears into you...
No. 140446 ID: 64dbac
File 169277210981.jpg - (540.10KB , 750x450 , BeachPost4.jpg )

...and you feel your balance give way from the momentum of the vicious attacker, jaws clamping at your neck and claws gripping at your frame as you find the sunny sand rapidly rushing towards you!

With ears like yours, it would be hard to miss the excited rumbling growls that seem to emanate at your back -- but through your ken of witchery you recognize the formation of illusory speech with the fox's mouth preoccupied. 'Victory' or some equally exuberant declaration -- it's really rather quite intimidating.

With your swimsuit damaged as it is, you focus first on trying to maintain your concentration, that you may attempt to engage this ferocious beast yet.

Easier said than done.
No. 140449 ID: e51896
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Thanking the kind boy for the directions, Rachael makes her way over to the stools. Her dizziness causes her to stagger and sway a bit on her way over, but somehow before she knew it, she managed to find herself sitting on the stool.

Sitting there is pretty relaxing, listening to the waves of the ocean, and seeing the beach goers making memories. She thinks if she sits here for the rest of this UPDATE and enjoy this peaceful moment, her wooziness will sure to fade away by the next UPDATE.

However, Right after Rachael breaths a sigh of relief, a small cat clad in a wizard outfit meows for her attention.

"ey! looks like you've had one too many to drink!"

Rachael: Huh? wha?
Rachael: I... I'm not dru-

"Understandable miss! It IS a beach party after all. Everyone drinks a lot at one of those"

Rachael: Um... uh!
Rachael: Actually, I'm just sitting here because-

"-You want me to draw you a caricature! I know. Say no more, say no more. There's no need to explain yourself further! I'll get started right away."

Rachael: But I-

"Now, now. Hold still and don't make a sound, A caricature artist wizard as great as me requires all the concentration he can get. Don't worry, this won't take long at all!"

Rachael wants to explain that she was only sitting to rest, not get a caricature of her drawn. But seeing as the Cat Wizard is already dedicated to his craft, she fears she might make him angry if she interrupts any further or tries to leave.

She also wonders and worries if this would cost money. She would pay for the caricature, but she left all her ₵A$H back in her hotel room.

SKIRT: 50%

No. 140450 ID: 918cdb
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"Skiddaddle skaddoddle, the dog-hater is now a poodle. Tee hee."

Mr. Hatterson laughs to himself in amusement as his novelty oversized hat grants him the novelty oversized magic to bewitch the dog-hating character over there.
No. 140451 ID: 918cdb
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"Fear not Mr. Frodo, you have carried your burden for long enough, let me carry it for you for a little while."
No. 140452 ID: 918cdb
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No. 140453 ID: 918cdb
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No. 140454 ID: 918cdb
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No. 140455 ID: 918cdb
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"Here you go, Mr. Cat, you look like you are strong and wise enough to handle lots of power, you can give poor Mr. Crown a respite.
I know you don't work for free, but if you do this for us, I will pay you a banana, I'm sure they are worth a lot in this world, since I haven't seen any bananas here so far. I'll go swim around for a bit, see ya!"
No. 140456 ID: 435f13
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Omniscience, huh? The crushing weight of universal consciousness would drive any mortal insane.
No. 140457 ID: 435f13
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Good thing I'm wearing my Deal with it sunglasses! Only from Magical Solutions Inc.! These magical glasses stop the wearer's brain from perceiving anything it can't deal with. Never gaze into the maddening abyss without 'em!

A halo like this is probably worth at least 25gp so I'll accept it as payment in advance for your caricature, bunny girl!

Cost of paint plus time: 5gp
No. 140458 ID: 435f13
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Here ya go, saucy! Go easy on the carrot juice ha ha!
No. 140459 ID: 435f13
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Crown: "Excuse me, I'll take that, thanks!!"
No. 140460 ID: 435f13
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Yet another draw and dash?? For that you'll show your entire ass!
No. 140462 ID: 435f13
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A bolt of blue magic zips out of Cat Wizard's paintbrush and strikes Rachael right on her bunny butt. The seat of her pants instantly explodes!

Rachael: "Eep!"
No. 140463 ID: 78048b
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Once again, summertime dawns over the strange dimensional vortex and conglomeration of oddities under the guise of jovial interaction.

But for the soldiers of Site 70, there's profit to be made.

The air was thick with moisture, the scent of grilled meat and smoke drifting upwind toward the battling masses, hopefully enticing a few to defect from the wet, watery warfare they were engaged in.
Having set up shop over the strange, multi-temporal beach that had welcomed them in the past, a barbecue and shaved ice shop operates, having upgraded their storefront twofold with immense profits.
Unfortunately, conventional forms of war profiteering had proven ineffectual after past incidents and the banning of specific, high caliber water guns from the consumer market.

"You know... we could have easily sat this one out, Ozone. Had a proper vacation like the others."

Judicium closes her eyes, listening for a moment. Jets of high-pressure water obliterating sodden invaders, the stomping of armies across the sand...
Things were a little quieter when it was just the occasional, sudden giant sea creature creating a ruckus.

Her shorter companion casually minds a grill, strange and flavorful kinds of meat all arranged haphazardly, dripping fats into the grease trap below.
"The work suits me just fine. If I wanted to sit out and relax, I wouldn't go to a beach. I'd go fishing by a riverside."

She smirks, stabbing a fork into a perfectly roasted sausage.
The meat business from their first venture had picked up a significant cult following over the years.
Naturally, a grand reopening put much more on their plate than expected.

"Two orders for Sliders, side of Bacon Tape, coming in."
The array of radios placed next to her spat out snippets of receipts, the veritable spy-and-grillmaster of the restaurant effortlessly coordinating the rotation of flame-licked sustenance.

"Go ask Nanoweaver if the next batch is ready. The masses are hungry, and I'm not gonna be able to mow enough down on my own."
Judicium winces as she hears a chunk of debris disloged from the nearby fortifications, sheared away by cutting jets of water.

"I'll... go do that."
No. 140464 ID: 78048b
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After the satellite laser had been outlawed and repossessed, warfare changed its tune.
Now they fought a war through stomachs and taste.

But for some, what had started as a hobby had turned into an obsession, all in pursuit of the Perfect Meat, one that man should never have tasted or conceived of.

The mutterings of a mad scientist resounded through the back of the shop, vats of rapidly gestating flesh coming into being with each passing moment.
The air smelled of sea salt and raw mincemeat, trapped in the establishment by its walls.
One can only hope it can contain it all.

"Weaver, is the next batch ready?"
Judicium stood at the entrance, not daring to step deeper into the den of deli meats.

Sheets of paper sprawled out over the table as Nanoweaver toiled over her research, the vats of gestating flesh growing by the moment.
"Soon. Soon the universe will know of my genius," she muttered, scrunching up the notes for yet another rejected plan.

"Argh! What is WITH these ham clowns? I don't understand how they are considered commercially viable!"

The trips into the deep blue, the investigations conducted around the giant cephalopod that had attacked the beach prior...
It had changed her. Made her realize the infinite potential of taste.

Judicium never saw Nanoweaver take her mask off to eat, but she wasn't sure she wished to stare into the abyss.
Still, she is a much respected co-worker, and one must look out for their fellow soldiers.
"Maybe you should take a break - all this meat business, it's sounding like its getting to you."

Judicium felt her fur stand on end as the flavor scientist stood from her workbench, mechanically tying an apron around her wetsuit.

Her voice came, filtered through her mask like blood down a drain.
"The PEOPLE demand more MEAT, Judicium. The hordes, engaging in endless battles against a tyrant... they need to be fed. An army marches on its stomach. My work is NOT over."

The glint of sharpened steel caught Judicium's eye as the Butcher pushed past the waitress.
No. 140465 ID: 78048b
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"Where are you going?"
Decked out with swim flippers, Nanoweaver's confident stride betrayed no sign of weakness or immobility.

"To hunt for fresher cuts."
The blood the stained her apron and cleaver seemed ever-present.
...Had they been there since before all this madness began?

"At least business is going well...", Judicium remarked.

Sighing, she picked up an order, sweeping it atop of her carrying plate with ease. A quick drizzle of blazzberry sauce, a quick straw stuck into fizzy soda and she was ready to go.

Such are the whims of summer.
No. 140466 ID: a7a180
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Jynn: "Look, there's a volleyball tournament going on down the beach! You and I should team up, something tells me we'd be pretty good at it."

Sister Tawny: "A volleyball tournament? How quaint. Very well, I suppose I shall need a partner to participate. I do hope those excess limbs don't overly tax your hand-eye coordination, just do your best and I'll handle hitting the ball!"
No. 140467 ID: 9ea24b
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Gray looks away for one second to heal Beach Himbo when suddenly a being of unimaginable power wearing a big purple hat plucks the halo right off of Crown’s head.

Crown: now i’m having a good time.
Gray: What the heck, we need that! Where’s he going?

The halo makes quick work of the stick figure guy, who passes it along to the caricature drawing cat wizard. To Gray’s horror, the diminutive feline seems immune to the halo’s debilitating effect.
No. 140468 ID: 9ea24b
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Gray: Crown take it back right now.
Crown: but i don’t want to. i want to go swimming and play volleyball.
Gray: You better go buster or I’ll smack you and let you reform underneath it.
Crown: wow…such hypocrisy…we have a perfect solution here where we both get what we want and you’re choosing to ruin it.
Gray: Right now.

Crown grumbles and stomps over to retrieve his halo. As soon as it’s back over his head, he lapses into his usual depression.
No. 140469 ID: a7a180
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The recoil from the fraying strap flings Tineola out and downward, where she goes sailing deep into another piece of swimwear. She flails around blindly, flapping her wings in confusion.
"Ack! Where am I now? Who turned out the lights? Is it getting warmer in here?"
>Tineola used Struggle!
No. 140470 ID: 9b127b
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Trisha:"Trisha Harding is on the scene! line up everyone if you want to play with a real live superstar and get an autograph!"
No. 140471 ID: 918cdb
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At the call of "Save me, my knight!", all of Nate's training and white noise indoctrination immedeatedly kick in and he throws his dagger straight towards Sekhmet, fleeing lizardly form with righteous rescuing resolve (tm).
No. 140472 ID: 918cdb
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The tribal reptile-fish yells out
"Ow, my...!" (roll 1d8)

1. Ass
2. Leg
3. Tail
4. Dick
5 Balls.
6. Back
7. Other Leg
8. Other dick?
No. 140473 ID: 918cdb
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Normally, Sekhmet wouldn't stop in the middle of a daring slave liberation, but she is got an ugly cut and a soured mood, so she's decided to momentarily supress her inner Lincoln in favor of some old fashioned payback.
No. 140474 ID: 9ea24b
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Jynn: Hey, my gal pal and I are here to play in the volleyball tournament.
Gray: Great! My team just lost so you’ll be up against Gloomweaver and Crown.

Gloomweaver picks up Crown and wedges him back in the sand before grinning and taking a serving position.

Gray: Do you two have any powers? Otherwise you’re in for a rough one.
Jynn: Uhhhhh no comment.
Gray: Hey I might be a magic cop but I’m not your kind of magic cop. The court’s fair game for whatever tricks you want to pull out.
No. 140475 ID: 9ea24b
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>Force Powers + Useful Partner defeat Raw Strength
Since Gloomweaver is effectively on a one person team, she has to return every ball without an opportunity for beneficial setups and has no chance to respond to errors or Force influenced flight paths. She still gets points on the board when she serves, but can’t muster the same strength when defending.

Jynn and Sister Tawny win! They’ll go against the next challenging team. If a single challenger approaches, Gray will partner with them.
No. 140476 ID: cba860
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The huntress locks her jaw around her helpless prey’s neck. This rabbit may be big and tall, but brought to the ground she’s just another meal on a platter. There’s no movement at all from the downed bunny as she clutches her chest, frozen in rightful fear.

“I win!” Dotti declares, triumph coursing through both her growls and her illusory voice. “I win, I win, I win!”

Dotti withdraws her teeth from the rabbit’s neck and gives her catch a nuzzle. There’s no doubt at all: that if this had been a real hunt, Dotti would have bagged the biggest bun in history. The stuff of legends!

Dotti’s days of wasting away in the woods, searching with an empty stomach for even a single bug or berry as the land wilted around her… they’re long gone, and even easier to forget now that this perfectly plump bunny is here to nibble on.
No. 140477 ID: 64dbac
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Panic, adrenaline, the steeped battle of fight or flight teetering towards fight as you recoup and regather your senses and ready for battle! When instinctual fear over a primordial pecking order abates, however, you find that you've been flanked by a markedly less menacing than expected fox chewing on your flank.

Weighing the situation, you decide that this is Mostly Harmless, if a bit inconvenient. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to you, the gap in your defenses (and conjured swimwear) saw the arrival of an undetected stowaway in the vicinity of your callipygous buune buns. No matter!

As C.C. cavorts and makes merry chaos among the water and beach beyond, you work yourself upright and get back to your feet, dusting sand off yourself and making a nominal effort to... secure your top despite the compromised strap.

Inventory Updated!
> Gnawing Fox Girl equipped
No. 140478 ID: 4481aa
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‘Bec watches the canvas carefully, making sure the kitten wasn’t messing around. Sure enough, he was. “Hey, keep the doodles away from the text. It needs to be readable.”

“You’re gonna want this to POP though, and words just ain’t cutting it kid. The pics are what’s really matters, so we gotta make ‘em BIG!”

“I’m not paying for your shitty opinion. Either do it properly, or shove off and don’t do it at all.”

“Jeez, someone doesn’t have an appreciation for art.”

Someone doesn’t have an appreciation for getting paid.”

He shuts up at that, finishing up the final poster. ‘Bec inspects them one last time, before confirming they’re good.

“That’ll be 75gp then.”

‘Bec has no idea what the hell ‘gp’ meant, so she just hands the cat 75 cents. The wizard stares down at the coins, probably squinting at ‘em (not that she could tell, what with the sunglasses).

“This isn’t even 1 gp. You’d need more than you weigh in coins like this to pay with this currency.”

Shit, she was hoping that would work. “What the hell even is a ‘gp’?”

“Come on kid, everyone knows that ‘gp’ means ‘gold pieces’. Get with the times.”

“You think these crappy posters are worth 75 pieces of gold?” She scoffs. The Cat Wizard raises his paintbrush menacingly, letting a bolt of lightning leap out and strike the sand.

“If that’s really how you feel, then I’ve got some curses ready to–”

“Chill out. 75 gold pieces?”

She pulls up a sack, and starts pulling out gold in various shapes and sizes. Removing that much doesn’t even take out a 10th of its contents.

“This should cover it no problem then, right?

The Cat Wizard returns to his usual glee instantly. “Absolutely! Happy to satisfy another customer!”
No. 140479 ID: 4481aa
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They part ways, with the wizard remaining and ‘Bec heading out to hang her posters up. She’d been busy setting up shop, but now it was finally time to open it to the public.

She picks a few popular spots, and heads back, waiting for the customers to start rolling in. Soon, people begin to read the newly posted advertisements...
No. 140481 ID: 4481aa
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~ Lost And Found Goods For Sale! ~

Lose something important? Come on down and see if we’ve found it. Looking for something interesting? Our collection of misplaced goods will probably have something for you.

Act fast! All items are first come first serve. We don’t give a crap who lost what, so don’t think we’ll hold anything for you.

Only accepting payment in barter or Juicy Gossip at this time. Keep your coins, bills, and checks, because we don’t want them.

Here’s just a small sample of our wares:

- A Bag of Gold, Gems, and Silver: Take full advantage of our current disinterest in currency, and win yourself a great big bag full of it. Better bring in some especially juicy gossip if you want to take this home.
- Living Lizard Action Figure: A miniscule action figure of a lizard-person who appears to be fully sentient. Answers to “Sam”.
- OWO: Ohio Wrestling Organization Merchandise: We’ve got t-shirts, stickers, water bottles, and so much for, featuring a variety of wrestlers from bunny girl in a mask I don’t know, to bunny girl with an umbrella I don’t know, and Trisha Harding!
- The Biggest Bikini Bottoms I’ve Ever Seen: Probably belongs to one of the dragons, but who the fuck stares at dragons and focuses on whether or not they’re wearing a swimsuit or not? They’re dragons! A worthwhile purchase for anyone looking to build a sailboat.
- Grappling Hook: Who hasn’t sat through a James Bond movie and wanted to get up to some spy shit themselves?
- Purple Magical Broach: A mystical broach that somehow survived when faced with overwhelming forces. Previously owned by a dragon, so you KNOW it’s good.
- Orbiting Drone: I have no idea what this does beyond fly around you when turned on, and frankly I can’t even figure out how it does that. If you understand technology better than I do, then this could be one heck of a buy.
- Fancy Clothes + Jewelry: These items were once owned by the queen of a foreign land, one of the cool ones everyone wants to visit. Now even the lowest commoner can own shit that’s probably worth more than what they make in a year!
- Mystery Bomb: Supplies for this one may go off if it gets accidentally detonated. Find out for yourself if it’s a stink bomb, bomb bomb, or some weird magic junk.
- Knight’s Dagger: Never underestimate the value of a good knife. Was owned by a knight, so it’s probably well-made.
- Honey With Feathers In It: Your tastes are weird, and I will judge you, but I’ll also satisfy them by selling this to ya if you want it.
- Puzzle Cube: Looks tough to solve. Only a real genius could do it. Don’t feel like you have to prove anything though, not everyone can be smart.
- Lightsword: A metal tube that pops out a beam of light that can cut through seemingly anything. This will be used against thieves.
- Used Heli-Pak: We offer no guarantee that this will be in working condition. If it does work though, you’ll be able to fly! Isn’t that a risk worth taking?
- Dances of Unfortunate Travel Book: Looks to be an instructional guide for some ritual dance BS. Some of y’all are using actual magic, so this has gotta appeal to at least one of you.

And many more! Feel free to stop by and probe our inventory for whatever you might be looking for.
No. 140483 ID: 87e33c
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Everyone near the volleyball pit's ears pop as an anthropomorphic spider wearing comically large swim trunks appears nearby. He's striking a pose reminiscent to the end of a Salsa dance and lets out a hearty chuckle.

Hunter: HEH HEH
Hunter: Mamita's watching the kiddos
Hunter: Quick, someone throw me a ball before my family finds out I snuck out!

He looks around and is slightly confused to see Gray, who looks oddly familiar to him.
No. 140484 ID: 918cdb
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After Gray rudely yells at Crown to retrieve his eponymous headgear, the poor cyclopean seraph falls back into his usual miserable demeanor. This, coupled with the fact his companion is a stork, a being known to deliver crying babies on doorsteps and windowsills to torment people, Mr. Hatterson falls to the conclusion that Gray is secretly a fallen angel and seeks to spread wickedness on those around him.
No. 140485 ID: 918cdb
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Or he would, if he had actually seen it happen.

Not expecting his little attempt of goodwill to be undone so quickly, Mr. Hatterson is currently swimming and making little splashy waves.

His swimming takes him near the enigmatic alien known as Cybil floating over the waves. He considers telling her that he is pretty sure this is the beach that makes you not die from outside contaminants, but she seems so cheery in her isolation bubble that he doesn't seem sure.
No. 140488 ID: 9ea24b
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Gray: Hey I remember you! Little guy from Curio, Virge is doing great by the way.
Hunter: Oh yeah! I’m impressed you remember.
Gray: Thank you, my excellent memory is only matched by my urge to have fun in the sun.

The paternal pair go to the side of the court recently vacated by Gloomweaver, and Gray replants Crown out of the way.

Gray: Now that lady with the four arms has some kind of telekinesis, which is very useful for volleyball. I’m keeping it fair by acting like a normal mortal, albeit one who’s in great shape, but we’ll need something special to win.
Hunter: I’ve got six arms and I can magically stretch ‘em and jump good.
No. 140489 ID: 9ea24b
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>Outcome (Jynn and Sister Tawny 60% of success): Success
Gray heals everyone at the end of each match so Jynn and Sister Tawny don’t have any downsides from fatigue. While Hunter’s arm’s are great for catching Jynn’s curveballs, the sheer number of tricks the half-Jedi can pull overwhelms the boy’s team after a while, not to mention the height advantage.

Gray: It was fun playing with you, pal. Maybe the next team will have a chance. If someone could interfere with Jynn in a sportsmanly manner, they’d have much better odds.
Hunter: I had a good time, I’m going to see what the rest of the beach has to offer!
No. 140492 ID: 4481aa
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Lemmy: “Oh my gosh, Trisha Harding!? I’m such a huge fan, please let me get an autograph!”

He had no idea who she was or why he should even know her, but the wide grin on her face proved the lie had stuck.

Trisha: “Hell yeah! Got something for me to sign?”
Lemmy: “Um, let me think– Oh, of all the times to meet you! Who brings paper to the beach?”
Trisha: “Thankfully for you, stars planning on signing autographs.”

She pulls out a small notebook and a sharpie, twirling the pen between her fingers.

Trisha: “So, who’s the lucky fan I’m making this out to?”
Lemmy: “It’s... um, could you use my full name? My first name is pretty dumb, but it looks a little better when you write it out fully.”
Trisha: “Whatever makes ya happy. What is it?”
Lemmy: “Well my first name is Sue.
Trisha: “Sue?”
Lemmy: “Yeah, my parents were expecting a girl, so they wanted to name me after my grandmother. My middle name is Pray, because they’re both stupid religious.”
Lemmy: “And my last name is Mi, like do-re-mi, not me, myself, and I. That one’s not so bad.”
Trisha: “You weren’t lying, that is a bit a of a weird one. So what do you normally go by.”
Lemmy: “Lemmy.”
Trisha: “...Alright then! Got it!”

She finishes writing, and holds it out to Lemmy. He looks at it curiously, scratching his head.

Lemmy: “Sorry, could you read it to me? I’m not the best reader yet.”
Trisha: “Ah, that’s okay. Here, it says: ‘Keep watching yours truly in action, and buy more merch!’ Then this part is just the standard ‘To Sue Pray Mi’.
No. 140496 ID: 4481aa
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She freezes, running the words she just said over in her mind again.

Sue Pray Mi. Sue. Pray. Mi.


Supray mi

Spray me.
No. 140497 ID: 4481aa
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No. 140498 ID: 4481aa
File 169309819366.png - (143.42KB , 500x500 , BD23-25.png )

Lemmy happily obliges.
No. 140500 ID: 9b127b
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Chinzebeth recovers from being hit in the hit with the heavy bag, only to discover many things missing

Chinzebeth: "My slaves! My gold!! MY CLOTHES!!!! HELP HELP! I've been robbed! a lordship for whomever recovers my stolen property! and relieves me of this humiliation!"
No. 140501 ID: 435f13
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Kaia staggers to her feet and dusts herself off as she recovers her bearings and resigns herself to her new life with a fox permanently attached to her butt.

Suddenly a shrill, aristocratic laugh pierces the bunny's sensitive ears!

:RHBDS_RHBDS: "OHOHOHOHOHOHO! OHOHOHOHOHO! I came searching for the temeritous upstart who claims to have the Best Chest, and who do I find instead but a barely-boobed bunny rolling in the sand with a dotty kitsune! Honestly how could someone like you ever believe you were match for a bust as bodacious as mine?"

Kaia is shocked by the appearance of the ridiculously huge boobed dragon towering over her, but recovers quickly.

Kaia: "The contest wasn't for the 'Biggest Chest,' it was for the 'Best Chest.' Maybe bigger isn't always better?"

The Ridiculously Huge Boobed Dragon Sorceress reels as if slapped across the face, sputtering with indignation.
No. 140502 ID: 435f13
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:RHBDS_RHBDS: "'B-bigger isn't always better?'"

She scoffs, momentarily at a loss for words.

:RHBDS_RHBDS: "Impossible! Absurd! Bigger is ALWAYS better! And whoever is biggest is best! I bet these little bunny boobs of yours aren't even real!"

RHBDS lunges forward and latches her huge paws around Kaia's tits.
No. 140503 ID: 435f13
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RHBDS's look of triumph shifts abruptly to one of shock, and then terror as realization washes over her. The bunny girl's tits are both ample and firm, with a pleasant elasticity and give that make them a delight to fondle.

Without a doubt, this is the Best Chest.

RHBDS drops her paws to her sides and walks away in a daze, weaving slightly as she wanders up the beach and out of sight...
No. 140505 ID: ca2950
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Alex climbs the apron and firmly shoves the goblin from the top turnbuckle, sending her plummeting to the comfortably padded ground below.

Alex: "Tag, you're out, meatball. Only I may bully the flat one."

MASKED SHORTSTACK: "I'll get you for thiiiiis~!
No. 140506 ID: 681cb5
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Mr. Hatterson and Cybils eyes meet as they are floating next to each other, their very beings suddenly feeling entwined, their souls becoming one. Placing a hand on the bubble, Mr. Hatterson watch as Cybil does the same from the other side, leaving their palms pressed against each other. As they look deeper into each other’s eyes, both of them are hit with the very same thought… “What’s the deal with airline food anyway?”

Unfortunately, they are too entranced to notice a commotion on the beach nearby, where Sekhmet is about to get revenge for the knight Nate throwing a dagger right into her… (rolls 1d8 = 7) …other leg.

Sekhmet: “Yah’re the little tin can that threw this thing like a wimp, huh?” she exclaims as she grabs him and effortlessly lifts him off the ground, “Ah’ll show yah how a real warrior throws!”
No. 140507 ID: 681cb5
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Pow! The knight bounces of Cybils protective bubble, managing to knock off Mr. Hattersons hat before splashing into the water.

Sekhmet: “HA! BULLSEYE!”
No. 140508 ID: 681cb5
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Cybil: “Argh!” the alien screams, watching as a small puncture has appeared on her sphere, “My protective bubble!”
Mr. Hatterson: “Oh no! MY HAT!” the stickman yells, knowing full well what is about to happen. With a resigned sigh, he solemnly claims… “Without a hat, I am simply…”
Mr. son: “Mr. son…” Mr. son put his face in his hands, coming to terms that his hat days might be over…
Nate: *Sonic drowning music*
No. 140509 ID: 64dbac
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A dirgeful song resonates among the torrent and turbulence of the waves above, burdensome plate making the vigilant Nate's date seemingly steeped in fell portents. To shed one's carapace of steel and mail was an undertaking in the best of circumstances, but as water swelled within the once comforting clad of the knight's armor, doom was all but certain.

[ Medieval bardcore cover of Sonic drowning music grows slowly more intense ]
No. 140510 ID: 64dbac
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Above the surface, tranquility reigned despite the chaos hither and yon among the beach-goers. Scant sign of whence the brave and stalwart Nate had vanished, claimed by the clutches of treacherous depths. No doubt, some manner of eldritch abomination seeking a whimsical assortment of date hijinks may yet await the ill-fated plate-mail paramour -- but bereft of such a chance, the mirth and merriment found a bittersweet note.

If only one equipped with garb-shearing armaments might aide the dragon who conspicuously looks like a dragon-slaying knight, Nate might yet be saved. But it was not meant to be.

[ Medieval bardcore cover of Sonic drowning music grows much more intense, Gregorian choir loudly sings about Sonic the hedgehog's death ]
No. 140511 ID: 64dbac
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**HARK!!!** Erupting from 'neath the fateful waves, Nate seizes upon sunlight and sanctuary with a jubilant cry astride a wightly worg serving as his stalwart steed! With water rushing free from his stainless steel accouterments, the good sir not-a-knight-but-a-dragon-as-genuinely-confirmed-by-nine-out-of-ten-medieval-scholars has found salvation, now equipped with a powerful artifact: The Life Preserver!
No. 140513 ID: e51896
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Rachael: *huff, huff*
Rachael: Please don't look this way, please don't look this way!

After the Cat Wizard cast his spell on Rachael, and feeling the draft on her rear, she immediately sprints away, hoping nobody else but the Cat Wizard notices her state of wear. Her heart is beating fast over the adrenaline, but it is unknown whether the adrenaline is coming from her running, or from the possibility of being seen partially exposed. At the very least, she wasn't dizzy anymore, so she manages to reach the palm trees without any hindrance, and use the trees as cover to stay out of sight.
No. 140514 ID: e51896
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Leaning her back behind one of the trees to stay out of sight, Rachael takes a moment to catch her breath.

Rachael: I... I made it.
Rachael: *Huff huff*
Rachael: No-nobody saw me, right?

Rachael cautiously and slowly leans her head out from the palm tree she's hiding behind, shutting her eyes in fear. After gaining the resolve to open her eyes and peek out in anticipation and worry that someone is looking for her, she finds that everyone is instead just going about their own business playing volleyball, selling art, and enjoying the sea and weather. Rachael breaths a long sigh of relief, but her problems are still far from over.

Rachael: What am I going to do now? I can't go back to my hotel with my panties exposed for everyone to see...
Rachael: Especially not the OWO wrestlers, what would they think if they saw me in their brand of underwear?
Rachael: What would... what would happen if other people saw me as I was now?
Rachael: That'd be so humiliating... scary... thrilling...?

Rachael's heart beats fast again over such fantasies, but she snaps herself out of those thoughts before she can fully engage in her thoughts

Rachael: Focus Rachael, you have to do something about this...
Rachael: ...
Rachael: I have an idea... Maybe I can fix it?
Rachael: I'll... have to be quick tho. It's going to be risky.

After taking a quick peek out into the beach to make sure nobody is looking her way, Rachael takes a deep breath, and hesitantly strips off her swimsuit. There were some difficulty as the nervous trembling in her legs and arms made it hard to remove the outfit, but she manages to slip out of it, leaving her out in her bra and panties and dropping the swimsuit on the ground. She tries not to think about how exposed to the open air she is as she tries to focus on the swimsuit

Rachael: AHH! what happened!? It's even more damaged than I realized?
Rachael: The back is all torn up too!
Rachael: Will... my idea still work?
Rachael: Either way, I have no choice but to try.
Rachael: Ooh, I hope nobody comes over here...

No. 140515 ID: e51896
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Despite her trembling, and how quick she needed to be, Rachael manages to carefully tear off the rest of the skirt from the swimsuit, trying to ignore the thoughts of what might happen to her if someone spotted her. she then slips the skirt inside of the swimsuit making sure it covers as much of the holes of the swimsuit as it could.

Rachael: It... still looks weird and a little embarrassing, but at least my undergarments won't be showing

Decently satisfied with the (poorly) makeshift repairs, Rachael slips back into the swimsuit, again with some difficulty as the trembling of her legs and arms made it a challenge to slide through the sleeves of the arms and legs of the swimsuit.

Rachael: Whew, I got it on without anyone showing up.
Rachael: I... think this will work...
Rachael: It feels like it's covering everything...
Rachael: Maybe... I won't have to hide in the hotel?
Rachael: ...
Rachael: What would Charisse do...?
Rachael: ...
Rachael: I... I think I'll try to enjoy my time in the beach despite how I look now since I think my skirt is covering anything obscene.
Rachael: It's still covering more than those two-piece swimsuits
Rachael: And it's not like anyone here is from my world... Right?

No. 140516 ID: e51896
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The last thing to do was to pull up the zipper to make sure it's snug on her, and the skirt between her back, and swimsuit. However, when she pulls the tongue of the zipper half-way to the top...

Rachael: Oh no... It's stuck!
Rachael: Come on...
Rachael: Zip up! Zip Up ZIP UP!

Rachel tugs and tugs and tugs the jammed zipper, pulling it harder and harder as she could until


Rachael: !!!!!!
Rachael: The- the zipper!
Rachael: Nooo! it popped out!
Rachael: What now!?
Rachael: ...
Rachael: M-maybe it's not all bad...?
Rachael: My swimsuit is still covering my bra, and there are other swimmers who are showing a bit of cleavage...
Rachael: Maybe it'll be fine?
Rachael: J-just as long as the zipper doesn't go lower...

SKIRT: 40%

BRA: 100% (Protected by TEMPORARY SWIMSUIT and SKIRT
PANTIES: 100% (Partially protected by TEMPORARY SWIMSUIT and SKIRT

No. 140532 ID: 681cb5
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Sebak: “Oh! Is that a relic depicting the great Rabbit Queen of the Lucha I see? I would be very interested in trading for artifacts depicting the cute little wrestler bun, most preferable a statue, painting or possible effigy? And what do you barter in? I have a few bone totems and a bronze statue of a war goddess with me to trade with… and while I’m not a gossip person, for the Lucha Queen I will make an exception! Of course, I mostly have gossip about my tribe, but still…”
No. 140533 ID: 681cb5
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Sebak: “…and how about this little fellow? Does he taste good? Do they come in 12 packs? …huh, he seems a bit upset about something… did you remember to make air holes in his jar?”
No. 140534 ID: 681cb5
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Sebak: “Wait, did my portal home just close?”
No. 140535 ID: 87e33c
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Hunter wanders around, satisfied by his ball hitting experience and cocks an eyebrow at the OWO sponsored wrestling ring before eventually skittering over towards the artist's corner.

He stands perfectly in the center of the cat wizard and the weird tent that most definitely contains a monstrocity of some kind that isn't quite as scary as the one he killed so long ago.

Hunter: I could get a drawing for the house!
Hunter: I'm a shapeshifting spider-mimic-druid-thing with a lovely family of half a dozen kids
Hunter: They're various half-mimic species and there's even one plush child!
Hunter: I also rescued people from some sort of weird crystal tower and killed a corrupted Angel!
Hunter: I also have a dead fish husband!
Hunter: Do either of you take payment in shards of magic conducting crystals the size of my fist
Hunter: Or extra strength spider silk?

No. 140536 ID: 87e33c
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Somewhere deep in the most erogenous of wildernesses, far from the civilized and decent, it is said that a grand temple of some forgotten deity lays hidden. Their halls are filled with rumors of unbridled hedonism, profane rituals, and indulgence of the most carnal dream, all to please the fertility god that the place is consecrated towards. It is a place where those of impulse and desire act without worry or judgement.

And it is this wilderness, this land, this place, hidden in an unknown land that you find yourself Nipha, welcome...

... To the Lascivious Labyrinth!
No. 140537 ID: 4481aa
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‘Bec sighs with annoyance. “Don’t mind the tiny twit. There are air holes, but he thinks he’s clever and can trick some dumbass into freeing him.” She makes her point by tapping the glass, making the lizard inside flinch in a manner most unlike a corpse. “See?”

“Ah, how clever. I was completely taken by his deception.” Sebak says, facing away as he scans the beach. ‘Bec taps the jar a few more times, until Sam finally sits up, looking grumpily at her.

“Don’t get bitchy. You’re the one who kept trying to run away, even when I told you it’d get you put in a jar. The fuck did you think I meant by that?”

He sighs, trying to get comfy against the glass floor. She’d let him out after a while, but fussy losers don’t get rewards.

She turns her attention back to the regular-sized loser in front of her. “Hey, quit searching already, your portal is closed. Red bitch ran through where the dragon landed, and it popped away.”

He signs, finally turning back. “Sekhmet... Oh well, she should realize her mistake soon and reopen it. If not her, then someone from the tribe.”

She doesn’t give a crap, and focuses on preparing his goods. While there were no Nacha ‘statues’ (or figurines, which were much more likely) for Sebak, she had a few stickers and a poster that seemed to satisfy Sebak’s wishes. She bags them up and sets them in front of him.

“No interest in bone shit, but I’ll let you pay with that statue if your gossip is weak. Can probably pawn it off on someone else. So lay it on me.”

He starts to say something, but pauses, considering. “I believe that I should ask what you intend to do with whatever I tell you. Will you be sharing it with others?”

“What, for free? Hell no. That’s bad business.” She explains. “I can’t bring physical shit back home, so I can only really trade in entertainment.”

“I see. In that case, I believe there’s no harm in sharing this. It’s an interesting story that a woman from my tribe, Pesi, would prefer I not tell. Listen close...”
No. 140538 ID: 4481aa
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He and ‘Bec move closer together, as he lowers his voice to a hushed whisper. After a full minute, ‘Bec pulls back.

She nods to herself in clear consideration, and then slaps him in the face.

“What the FUCK is wrong with you!?”

He blinks. “I’m sorry, which part of that story did you take offense to?”

“What part? You just whispered a fucking snuff fantasy into my ear, as if the whole thing wasn’t vomit inducing! She fucking– into her– it’s gross man! Why would you think that was something I’d wanna hear?”

The sicko in front of her has the audacity to seem confused. “...I still don’t understand the issue,” he admits.

She shoves the stupid Nacha junk into his arms. “Great, then we’ve identified what’s wrong with you. Now leave.

“Do you want the statue?”

Hell yeah you’re leaving the statue! You don’t get to put that poison in my head forever without paying me back. Leave it, and go be gross as far away from me as you can get.”

He leaves the bronze item, which ‘Bec sweeps up alongside the other items she’d taken out for him to see, finding places for them in her effective sand-vault storage.

Now if she can only find a deep well-hidden vault in her brain to lock that awful story up in...
No. 140541 ID: 995874
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Ah such a noble person wanting to be drawn by me. Is it correct to call you a hero because that is what is coming to my mind when I am hearing your description. As for the payments, your reaction will be all that is needed. This is a description of your personal hell, just like a spider coming into somebodies room the same way I envisioned you as well. Being trapped somewhere and slowly losing your mind while starving until you start eating your own body , I call it the "Coming home for diner".
No. 140544 ID: 9b127b
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Sister Tawny: "Oh heavens! I never thought I'd be so good at this sort of thing! all mother superior's training has really helped out!"

Tawny laugh nervously and adjusts her swimsuit
No. 140546 ID: 435f13
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Your talent senses must have been tingling because you found the best painter on the beach! I'll happily take your crystals, spider boy.

So what's your origin story? You got bitten by a radioactive sports team? Yuk yuk yuk!
No. 140547 ID: 435f13
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Here you go! Remember to thoroughly stretch all eight of your legs before and after every game!
No. 140548 ID: a7a180
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“Very nice. This one’s going in my Chinz compilation.”
No. 140550 ID: 918cdb
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At the sight of both his priced headwear and newfound friend in peril, Mr. Hatterson plunges into the ocean waters. He can’t have Cybil die, she seems so nice, and they were having such a wonderful bonding over awful commercial airline services to boot.

The last thing Mr. Hatterson sees before his eyes are covered in sea water is Cybil desperately scrambling to cover the small hole on her protective bubble buoy.

He’s pretty sure this beach prevents people from dying from disease, but there is a small chance it’s a beach that actually makes the symptoms worse! Why was the brochure so ambiguously worded?!
No. 140551 ID: 918cdb
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No. 140552 ID: 918cdb
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No. 140553 ID: 918cdb
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Oh, no.
No. 140554 ID: 918cdb
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“There, I managed to plug the hole, the hat is magical too, so the lady wearing it will stay in place.”

“It’s leaking saltwater into the bubble!!!”

“Oh, no.”
No. 140556 ID: 918cdb
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“Hahaha, onwards, my new and most noble steed, onwards to extremely prejudiced justice!”

Nate’s clamour of victory mirrors his newly regained vitality as the mysterious flying canine rescues him from the depths and uplifts him into the air, in a gorgeously panoramic view of the beach.

Cool sea breeze fills his lungs and he takes full advantage of his unique vantage point to survey his surroundings, before motioning the loving and lovable dog towards his objective.

Unfortunately, Nate’s author has an atrocious update speed, and it’s all the resolute yet ineffectual knight can do but to watch as Sekhmet crosses the magic portal hovering over the sand, taking the cat girl along and only mercifully losing hold on Puffball at the last moment by sheer luck.

While the sight of the unusually fuzzy dragoness falling into a sand mound is pretty funny, Nate cannot shake the overwhelming rage and shame of the lizard-fish’s escape, and he cries out in frustration as the mohawk amazonian tribal amphibian thingy whatever as well as the portal both vanish into the aether.


[Age of Empires 2 defeat music]
No. 140557 ID: 918cdb
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“Hey,” says Nate to Puffball upon landing.

“Hey,” says a disgruntled Puffball right back.

“Sorry that I didn’t manage to defend you from that angry lizard guy with the weirdly large pecs. I tried to give it my all, but it was not enough. I’m also sorry that you didn’t enjoy the painting session and that I couldn’t buy you as a slave and stuff.
I’m really embarrassed by all these failures and I want to make for them. What do you say we start this date over and we go surfing, or sunbathing, or buy a bigger dagger or something?”
No. 140564 ID: 9b127b
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Chinzebeth:"No no NO!, don't photograph me like this!!! Please someone save me from invader paparazzi!!!"
No. 140565 ID: 9b127b
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Chinzebeth's mechanical eye darts around desperately for some manner of assistance and narrows in on a familiar face

Chinzebeth: "Landi! Landi! you simply must use your magic to save me from this humiliation! I've been robbed and now I'm being photographed by evil lizards!"
No. 140567 ID: 11f77a
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The force of the metallic projectile bobs the protective membrane a bit to the left. The gortian snaps to action.

Cybil: Uh-oh, a puncture! But do I panic? Maybe. Sorta. The air is being forced out--so no bad germs can slip in. But I must act with hasty.

Cybil: In my pack I have--

Standard Beach Radio. My Hardlight-Caster Gloves. yPhone. A Crayola box full of epipens. Mask filters. A mechanical straw. Xingastian ingestion paste. Could’ve sworn I brought my drone along--but I have the remote controls at least. The beacon says it’s nearby. My book, of course. A transparency dial for my suit (the batteries are out though, ah well). Walkie-Talkie...
No. 140568 ID: 11f77a
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Cybil: Ah, there we go. NectarFoam canister: made from the thick spit of a Klytig Bumblewasp.

Cybil: Hmm, someone must’ve eaten a bunch of it. There’s only a few sprays left--but just enough!

Cybil: Better patch this bad boy up before this entire bubble shrink-wraps around me. If you thought I wasn’t prepared this beach day, boy, were you wrong! You’ll have to try harder than that to ruin my vacation!

NectarFoam Expended
No. 140570 ID: ca2950
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Kaz appears abruptly and seizes Landi between two hands while casting a bolt of pure chaotic energy at Chinzebeth. The crackling projectile threatening to alter the inherent qualities of anything it strikes in completely random ways with the force of thousands of pieces of Lisa Frank stationary.


Landi: "Mrph hrmg grphlp!"
No. 140597 ID: 86974f
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KagLanDi’s fairy dust-supercharged spell strikes true! Queen Chinzebeth VII is overwhelmed by the pure magical energy.
No. 140599 ID: 86974f
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“Huh,” Kag mutters. “Well who am I to argue with what chaos wants?”

“Mmmf!” Landi pokes her head out from between Kag’s fingers. “What the hell?! I’m not some magical battery you can use however you want, whenever you want!”

“Got another one in you?” Kag asks, keeping Landi encased in her finger cage.

“No! That used all my glow, you crazy bitch!”
No. 140627 ID: ca2950
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Keimi: "No, seriously. You can throw me off and do a bunch of flippy moves whenever. It's kind of boring to have this big padded ring and not get thrown."

Tsuki: "Ch-Ch-Chotto... Time out! I feel something slipping!"

Keimi: "You can do better than that. Do a martial arts throw or something and break free. You don't have to patronize me and pretend I'm winning."

Tsuki wiggles helplessly until the fabric restraining her bountiful bunny badonkas can no longer take the stresses applied to them and her boobs burst bustily breastward to freedom and life under the tropical sun.

Tsuki: "Ack! Help! They're out! They're definitely out!"
No. 140637 ID: 918cdb
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With Cybil having solved her problem herself, Mr. Hatterson feels free to don his beloved headwear once more.

After parting as amicably as someone who came dangerously close of accidentally killing a new friend can, he heads for the shore, where he sees Damien and Nicoletta hanging about, playfully dipping their toes on the waves, stopping only as they notice him. Mr, Hatterson feels a kinship towards these two minimalistic individuals and approaches them with a friendly wave, thankful for the enhanced strength that his wizard hat grants him to in order to leave the water and stand upright.

"How do you do, fellow sticks?"
No. 140638 ID: 9b127b
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Trisha takes a break from looking for a revenge squirtgun to answer the shrill cries of a co-worker

Trisha:"Hey Tsuki, you having trouble with this little munchkin? ... you probs shouldn't have your chest out like that people will get the wrong idea about OWO!"
No. 140644 ID: 9ea24b
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After waiting a while for new challengers, Gray decides that the pace of beach day has slowed considerably, as is natural, and that now is the time to announce a winner and return home. He uproots Crown from the sand and gives Jynn and Sister Tawny a nice trophy celebrating their tournament triumph.

Gray: Your hands truly went up and touched the sky. You jumped higher than a motherfucker. I would love to do this one last time but I’m afraid we must go.

What a great vacation. There was art, sports, Crown’s brief spark of hope, and many, many babes. Gray is very pleased and he waves goodbye to his new pals before dragging Crown through a portal, never to be seen in this realm again.
No. 140654 ID: 87e33c
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Hunter turns to the monstrosity's illustration, gripping it in his many arms and looking it at from several angles. The round canvas it's illustrated on reminds him of a dreamcatcher, and the webbed patterns continue to give it that aesthetic.

He ponders over the words for a moment, and his rightmost eye twitches, slightly uncomfortably.

Hunter: Y'know I always imagined I'd get eaten by my kids
Hunter: Though I guess this could be worse yeah
Hunter: If Mamita sees this, she'll probably hang it up on the mantle
Hunter: Or the fridge, to scare the kids
Hunter: ...
Hunter: Can't wait to show the wives, thanks!

No. 140655 ID: 87e33c
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After stowing away the slightly unnerving illustration, he examines the illustration created by the small Cat in sunglasses.

Hunter: Hah! This is great!
Hunter: The kiddo's will love this
Hunter: Though I bet they'll try to convince me to play 6 different sports at once because of this
Hunter: I love it, here's some crystals!

Hunter then sticks his hand deep into his abdomen, almost like there's more space then possible inside, and pulls out a several fragments of purple crystal about the size of a loaf of bread.

Hunter: Have fun and don't imprison anyone with the crystals or I'll hunt you down and gut you!

Hunter hums a chipper tune as he wanders over to the wrestling ring, taking a seat and grabbing a bucket of popcorn to watch the other people fight.
No. 140657 ID: 9b127b
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Chinzebeth: "Oh my goodness! Though this outfit is revoltingly childish it appears to have given me unlimited mystical power! I simply must test it out!"
No. 140658 ID: 9b127b
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Chinzebeth: "...Test it out on you vile imp! for what I'm sure was intended to be a devastating personal attack!"

Kag's mouth is magically sealed!


Chinzebeth: "no cruel comments? with this new outfit you'll find I'm not an easy target!"
No. 140690 ID: a7a180
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Jynn: “Something’s off about this lost and found. I’ve got a feeling these losses weren’t just due to carelessness… and why charge people to get their stuff back?”

Beca: “Hey back off, lady. My retrieval services don’t come cheap. If you got a problem with that, I’ve got a laser sword for customers who get rowdy.”
No. 140691 ID: a7a180
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Jynn: “You mean MY laser sword? You sleemo.”
No. 140693 ID: 4481aa
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Lemmy stands at the top of the slide, holding his thumb up towards the sea.

Lemmy: “Hmm... This’ll be tricky.”
Lemmy: “I have the height and distance, but direction is tricky to maneuver. That last test run proved it was possible though.”
Lemmy: “Maybe... Yeah, if I just go for it, I think I’ll land it!”

He nods, readying himself at the top of the slide. After a final glance at his target, he counts himself in.

Lemmy: “Three, two, one– FIRE!”

He pushes off the lip of the entrance and rockets down the chute. The sheer speed makes him squeal with excitement, but he stays focused and counts every turn. One, then two, and finally three!

His eyes squint open, as he stares down the final drop. This was it!

He grips his Super Soaker tightly, tucks in his legs, and–
No. 140694 ID: 4481aa
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It takes a second before Lemmy can open his eyes, with the air battering against his speeding form, but he’s met with the sight of a deep blue ocean. There were many sights in the sea itself, such as the impossible to miss dragon generating waves in the center, but what stole his attention was a clear sphere housing a fully-covered individual. One unsuspecting individual, that his momentum was currently carrying him towards!

He grins. His trajectory had been just right it seemed.

Lemmy: “Hey! Sorry to burst your bubble, but you oughta book it if you don’t wanna get wet!”
Cybil: “What–”

As he reaches the peak of his height, there is only one direction left to go. Gravity does what it does best, bringing him down upon the poor alien minding her own business.

Lemmy: “HI-YAAAAA!”
No. 140695 ID: 4481aa
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As he lands, the nozzle of his weapon punctures through the bubble, right through the patch of nectar applied earlier. For a brief moment the foam splits before it has any chance to completely harden. The goop gradually seals around the nozzle as Lemmy hangs on to avoid splashing in the ocean below.

Beneath the waves, the force of Lemmy smacking against the orb-o-plastic causes enough tension to snap the rope from its anchor. Concerning, but unnoticed by both parties while such an obvious disturbance takes place above the waves.
No. 140696 ID: 4481aa
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Cybil: “What in the hell is wrong with you?! Pull that thing out this instant! You're contaminating my safe space!"
Lemmy: "Uhhm"
Cybil: "Now."
Lemmy: "I'm trying. It's, uh, stuck."
Cybil: "Stuck?"
Lemmy: "Glued."
Cybil: "Well let go of it then! Get off! Swim back to shore--I'll return it after the end of the day. Don't you know you're playing around with people's lives with what you just did? I have an immune deficiency hence the protective casing. You're supposed to keep a safe distance between other beach-goers. Twelve feet minimum. What were you even thinking, attempting to hop on like it's some trampoline? You could've injured yourself. Where are your parents? Stay right there, I'm calling the beach police over! No, in fact, what's your parents' number--"
No. 140697 ID: 4481aa
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No. 140713 ID: ca2950
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Keimi: "You're not supposed to change the outcome of a match via outside interference. That's against the rules. You're cheating!"

Trisha: "Pssh... It's not cheating. It's helping someone in need and that's a good thing. Not cheating at all."

Keimi: "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
No. 140719 ID: 9b127b
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Trish releases Keimi

Trisha: "what is your problem lady?, Fine it's cheating! jeeze we're just putting on a show!, My co-worker just needed time to fix her top then you can go back to riding her around like a mechanical bull!"

Keimi: "So you admit it you cheater!"

Trisha: "Oh my god! you can't cheat at a show performance! you're worse than those chess club nerds at my old school.
At least they knew when there wasn't a ref or a judge or anything. Who're you trying to impress, your weird voyeur boyfriend who put you up to this? ugh that's it isn't it? I bet that creep is getting off to you pulling some other girl's clothes off. just like that stupid chess club!"

Keimi: "um wait...

Trisha shudders: "is that why you're wearing that super inna-propes string bikini? so it falls apart in front of everybody?!
Ohmygod I can't believe I actually touched you, I'm going to need to burn this hand just to get the gross off!"
You weird perverts better get out of here before I call security!"
No. 140720 ID: ca2950
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Keimi: "I didn't come here to wrestle, so this bikini is perfectly appropriate. I was roped into this by your co-worker in the designed-to-fail swimsuit, who must have lost intentionally because otherwise how could I beat a professional so easily? It looks like any boob exposure was a deliberate attention seeking ploy on her part."

Keimi straightens up and goes to leave the ring.

"I'm not going to wear a frumpy bodysuit covered in snack food because I'm insecure about my flat chest. That would be really, really sad."
No. 140727 ID: 11f77a
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Cybil: Stop spraying me with that! Stop stop stop stop!

The passenger holds on as if the ocean was lava. Against the plastic sheet, water makes it a near-frictionless surface to mount and gain a steady position.

Cybil: Did you even boil that water first? You’re also getting it all over my book! It’s a library rental!

Lemmy: It’ll run out of water, don’t worry! Let me empty it out faster.

Cybil: Dammit! No! Uuugh.

Cybil: Well if you won’t simply let go of the damn thing, I’ll just have to makeshift something to ensure my survival to the end of this vacation.

The gort sifts through her belongings as her second skin is wetted sprinkle by sprinkle. The answer arrives shortly: she grabs a mechanical straw to insert through the nozzle.

Cybil: Didn’t think I’d actually use this one day. I tell Jer all the time, ‘this will come in handy one day, trust me’. Still... least the water is somewhat filtered now.

Mechanical Straw Expended

Cybil: Come on, man. Can’t you swim? We’ve got to be close to shore for you to paddle on over and leave me alone.
No. 140728 ID: 11f77a
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Lemmy: You shore about that?

Cybil: Uugh...


Cybil: Okay, it seems this is an entirely new problem. And all I wanted was to relax, man. The lengths people go to try to kill me is unbelievable.
No. 140732 ID: e51896
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Hey! It's been awhile since we last checked up on Rachael. What has she, and her incredible deteriorating clothing been up to?

Why, she has been in line for the water slide of course! the line was long, but it's finally her turn... however, she's getting second thoughts as she stands over her inner tube, and inspects how fast the stream is going.

Rachael: Gosh, i-it's so high up here, and isn't that stream is going a bit too fast?
Rachael: Those turns look a bit too sharp too. What if I fall off?
Rachael: Is the inner tube durable enough? Can it secure me without having me fall off?
Rachael: M-maybe I should climb back down for my safety... but that'd be too embarrassing, wouldn't it? people might think I'm a cowardly bnuuy!
Rachael: I have to do this, Charisse would want me to...
Rachael: But what if I ram into someone on the way out? I noticed they didn't put up any buoy ropes down there to keep swimmers away from the slide...
Rachael: Maybe it's best if I-

No. 140733 ID: e51896
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Gloomweaver: UGH! JUST GO ALREADY!
Rachael: EEK!

Gloomweaver gives Rachael a massive push onto her innertube, causing Rachael to go down the slide at high speed. As Rachael slides down into the slide entrance, Gloomweaver calls out after her:

No. 140735 ID: e51896
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As Gloomweaver waits for Rachael to reach the bottom, she feels something in her hands, and investigates what she might be holding.

Gloomweaver: What the? What's this
Gloomweaver: Oh, whoops! did I accidentally pull a chunk of her swimsuit off after pushing her?
Gloomweaver: My bad, I just wanted to get the line moving.
Gloomweaver: Wow, it must have been one cheap flimsy swimsuit... or one of those prank dissolving swimsuits... maybe she must really be a pervert?
Gloomweaver: Especially if she was wearing it after it was already considerably damaged.
Gloomweaver: But I guess it serves her right for keeping us waiting with her indecision.
Gloomweaver: now then...

After setting her inner tube down, she comes to a sudden realization that she should have known from the start.

Gloomweaver: WAIT! Why am I even up here?
Gloomweaver: I'm too big to fit through the slide entrance!
Gloomweaver: Let alone even be able to sit on an innertube without it sinking or deflating.
Gloomweaver: ...Eh, fuck it, I'm outta here!

Gloomweaver jumps out the window and flies off somewhere to find some other activity to partake in.
No. 140736 ID: e51896
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Rachael is going down the slide at terrifyingly high speed, giving her a boost of adrenaline to help her keep a grip onto the sides of her inner tube and not fly off it.

but, that came with a price. As the tube made its sharp turns, it brushed her arms against the walls of the slide, causing the sleeves to rip off her arms from the friction between the walls against her arms.

Despite this, Rachael's efforts was a success as she was able to hold on until she finally reached the end of the slide with a huge splash, and safely reach the shore without having to swim there thanks to how fast the inner tube was already going.
No. 140737 ID: e51896
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Rachael jumps off the inner tube, and sighs with relief

Rachael: *Whew* It's over. I need a moment...
Rachael: That was horrifying... but...
Rachael: It was also actually... pretty fun?
Rachael: That rush actually felt really... exhilarating I think?
Rachael: Maybe I want to go again...

As she rests, she notices something on her arms... or rather, a lack of something on her arms!

Rachael: ACK! What happened!
Rachael: M-m-my sleeves are gone!
Rachael: What is wrong with this swimsuit?!
Rachael: ...
Rachael: ...M-maybe it's fine? it's just sleeves,
Rachael: It actually feels nice to get some air on my arms at least
Rachael: But... ooooh, my zipper slid down more too...
Rachael: My bra is getting exposed...
Rachael: I think I can still cover it, or at least most of it, but... maybe I shouldn't do anything more exciting so it doesn't slide down more.
Rachael: I'm just glad that was the worst that came from the slide.

It isn't though, as unknown to Rachael, after Gloomweaver pushed her earlier, it tore a large part of the back of her swimsuit, and part of the skirt she was using to cover her rear and backside. the back of her bra is now totally exposed.

After doing a not so thorough check on her swimsuit, Rachael looks around and tries to think of a not so exciting, yet fun thing to do. Maybe she can sunbathe on the beach? maybe watch a wrestling show? (She is a big OWO fan after all), maybe ask for some artwork from someone other than a cat wizard? Or maybe get some food? or Something else? She decides to walk along the beach until she decides on something.

SKIRT: 20%
GLASSES: 100%:
BRA: 100% (front side Protected by TEMPORARY SWIMSUIT
PANTIES: 100% (Partially protected by TEMPORARY SWIMSUIT and SKIRT

No. 140762 ID: 11f77a
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The drifting presumes. The waves are picking up something fierce; unnaturally violent for a controlled habitat such as The Diamond Crown.

Cybil: If we drift out too far, I don’t think we’re gonna return!

Cybil: Perhaps I can figure out where my drone is. The beacon indicates it’s nearby. I could push us both back to the docks with the remaining charge in its batteries.

Cybil: Once ashore, I’ll spend the rest of my evening on sand so I won’t drift out into the ocean again.
No. 140763 ID: 11f77a
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‘Bec scoffs. “For your information, I’m running a perfectly legitimate business here. I’ve even kept my fees low out of generosity.”

Jynn glares. “I shouldn’t have to pay you for finding something I didn’t lose.”

“Newsflash lady! You did! Bet you didn’t know where it was until you saw one of the posters, huh? You ever wonder why that was?”

“Because you stole it!”

“Well you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you? Trying to take my merchandise without paying and all. Who’s the real thief here?”

No. 140764 ID: 11f77a
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The drone is successfully summoned. Before long Cybil and Lemmy are safely dragged back to the sandy coast. Having used the last of its battery juice, the drone drops lifeless into the sand.

Cybil: Crap... I’ll have to pick that up later when I’m back into my suit. Don’t want to litter again--it’s how I got my beach police license suspended.

Drone Remote Controls Expended
No. 140765 ID: 4481aa
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‘Bec slams a fist down on the countertop. This debate had already gone on too long for her liking. “You’re talking a lot of shit for a bitch with no proof. I don’t care what you think happened. For all I know, that wasn’t even yours to begin with, and you’re just trying to scam me.”

“Wh– You cannot be accusing me of pulling a scam when you literally–!”

“Of course not.” ‘Bec laughs at suggestion, clearly not taking it seriously. “I can’t back up a claim like that, so it’d be crazy of me to toss it out as an accusation.”

She leans in with a steady glare. “Crazy, right?”

Jynn stays silent, lacking a good retort despite knowing that ‘Bec was full of it. After a few seconds, ‘Bec leans back and sighs.

“Drop the goods and skedaddle. You’re scaring away the actual customers.”

In the end, Jynn decides to just ignore the debate altogether. She grunts, spinning on her heel and walking away, lightsaber in hand. “I’m not having this argument. This belongs to me, and I’m taking it back.”

‘Bec clicks her tongue. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Jynn pauses, tightening her grip on the weapon. “Is that a threat?”
No. 140766 ID: 4481aa
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“Nah, just a warning about this stall’s shoplifting policy. See, with prices this low, you must really be desperate if you can’t afford them. Needy people like you could use some charity...”


‘Bec grabs the Mystery Bomb she’d been keeping close, pulling the pin and chucking it at Jynn.

“Enjoy the complimentary gift!”
No. 140767 ID: 4481aa
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Jynn doesn’t hesitate, activating her lightsaber and holding it up to parry the attack. When the bomb is split in two, her eyes go wide.

“Wh– You’re using physical projectiles? That’s cheati–!”

No. 140771 ID: 4481aa
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Splitting the bomb hadn’t stopped its detonation. Luckily, despite the bang and smoke, Jynn wasn’t caught in a burst of heat. Had ‘Bec closely inspected the mysterious bomb she’d snatched near the fox, she would have found a small label engraved into its head describing its contents.


When the smoke clears, Jynn is dripping with liquid and bereft of her swimsuit. She shrieks, taking far too long to put at least two of her arms over the important bits.

“Huh, was not expecting that…” ‘Bec mutters to herself

“I- Erk! What are you, some kind of venching pervert!?”

“...Eh, I can work with this.” ‘Bec shrugs, before putting some real smugness into her voice.“Well well well, looks to me like you’d be interested in our swimsuit catalog right about now. Real shame you used up all your charity. All items from this point are gonna be full-price for you.”
No. 140773 ID: 9b127b
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Aebin Nethaar: "Finally after many long years of study it is time to test this curious device! now to pick a target..."
No. 140774 ID: 9b127b
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Nethaar: "Ahh that odd fellow with more money than sense, he'll do, or rather his coins sack will do when I raise it from his grasp"

Nethaar pulls the trigger

No. 140775 ID: 9b127b
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Nethaar "How vexxing, my target seems unaffected, perhaps the tool is defective..."
No. 140777 ID: dc13c4
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Gramlera: "Would you just put away that bag of money? I mean what are you even doing by just standing there and staring? You will be an easy target."

Worm Work: "I was just stupefied by all the insanity that is occurring at the beach. I mean look at all these characters they look different and exquisite, makes you want to just visit their worlds and learn more about them and you are correct I need to hide my money thank you for reminding me."

No. 140778 ID: dc13c4
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No. 140779 ID: dc13c4
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Gramlera: "You really sometimes freak me out, you crazy merchant guy."

No. 140796 ID: ca2950
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Keimi leaves the ring and demands Alex carry her piggyback, immediately wilting over his shoulders.

Alex: "What's wrong?"

Keimi: "I can't be snarky and aggressive for long, it wears me out."

Alex: "You looked like you were having fun, but I guess the new champ is actually a soft nerd."

Keimi: "Shut up and buy me ice cream. It's really hot here."
No. 140825 ID: 918cdb
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A new dawn rises on 'pon the shore,
yet many a child of war,
gets to rejoyce at it no more,
Lay'n they broken and beaten'pon the floor.

Will mothers tears so bitterly shed,
Enough to make the soil feel fed?
Will rulers balk and see their folly,
And turn half circle from their vileness truly?

Nay, mothers kneel, their mourning done,
And send to tyrants with hearts of stone,
More kin in hopes to serve the nation,
And soil drinks up in dark exultation.
No. 140826 ID: 918cdb
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Where one mountain calls for aid, another rushes to the sound of its clarion!

Come, dear brethren of Silverlock! Fight for our allies in their time of need!

Make the tyrant’s fortress crumble!

Make know him fear!

And make him (sigh) SUBMIT TO SUMMIT!
No. 140827 ID: 918cdb
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-No wonder they say not to fire from the hip, I lifted it to shoulder length and it’s much easier.

-Not now, Missy, I’m calling for supplies. And put that down! We are supposed to just bring them to the front, not use them, remember?

Yes? Hello?

Yes, we need the biggest waterproof tent you’ve got!

No, that’s too big!
No. 140851 ID: dc13c4
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As the war on the Beach Day continues to rage on all seems to progress normally in the favor of the sand castle rulers until....

No. 140852 ID: dc13c4
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Far in the distance could be heard loud monkey screaming. The monkey was driving a flying ship like a maniac...


No. 140854 ID: dc13c4
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And hit directly the upper part of the fortress right where the name of it stood.

No. 140855 ID: dc13c4
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Bobbie the pirate princess "I told you that giving that demon the steering wheel was a bad idea. Also, didn't you tell me that you taught him to drive it in the first place?"

Abdle the crew's parrot "Yeah I did teach him to drive but I misunderstood his incoherent yelling as telling me that he understood my lessons."

No. 140856 ID: dc13c4
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Bobbie the pirate princess "I just hope that nobody inside that sand castle didn't get hurt on inpact."

Abdle the crew's parrot "Well that would be the least of their problems, the guy who built that thing told me that it is powered by a nuclear reactor, and if it gets badly damaged it can release a huge explosion."

No. 140857 ID: dc13c4
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Bobbie the pirate princess "An explosion! Why would somebody put a nuclear engine in a freaking pirate ship! Are we all in danger of dying!"

Abdle the crew's parrot "It all depends if the engine is badly damaged and the size of the explosion. Worst case scenario everybody on this beach dies of horrible nuclear radiation or all the cloth disintegrates from the radiation which will turn this into a nudist beach."

No. 140859 ID: dc13c4
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Bobbie the pirate princess "Don't be ridiculous radiation can't melt solid clothing!"

Abdle the crew's parrot "Hey realism is not really the main concern for this celebration. If radiation here can destroy what you wear by the same logic sunscreen can deflect radiation."

No. 140887 ID: 9b127b
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Trisha mutters more to herself then anything "wow, projecting much?"

Then she speaks to the audience "It looks like we have a winner! any one else want to test their skill against a might fighter and-"


Trisha then notices Keimi leaving "Wait! you forgot your free T-Shirt! look we even have children's sizes!"

and then to the audience "Come and fight to win your own! or visit our sponsored ride "BIG SPLASH" to buy a stylish shirt for the low low price of 19.99$"
No. 140888 ID: 9b127b
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One of the many OWO wrestlers has taken over "Big Splash"

Plague "I can't believe they put me on T-Shirt duty, I'm way better than that no talent Tsuki... does anyone even want to ride this bikini consuming deathtrap? ugh."
No. 140894 ID: ca2950
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Keimi: "I don't need child's sizes, I need adult sizes. I have a driver's license! I can buy alcohol! I can... Alex. tell her I'm an adult!"

Alex: "Oh, she's an adult, because I'd be in jail if she wasn't."

Keimi: "AAAAAAH! Shut up!"

Alex: "She's actually older than me, so for a time, she was an adult and I was a mere child. I was underage for almost the entire time I've known her."

Keimi: "That's technically true, but you're only four months younger than me! Stop trying to make it sound bad!"

Alex: "You know I wont."
No. 140900 ID: fb8a42
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Samantha: If only I'd known that a trip to the beach made life so much easier for me.

Naomi: I'm so hot... this sun is putting me to sleep.

Samantha: I'll probably regret saying this, but maybe a novelty swimsuit would cool you down somehow. I don't want to write back to Minga telling them their local half-fox spirit got heatstroke.

Naomi: Too tired... no energy...
No. 140938 ID: 44d5f6
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Trisha "Geeze so touchy lady! I know you're not a kid but I thought the child size would fit better, but you can have a real person sized shirt if you want..."
No. 141573 ID: 75b262
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The tasty buune satisfies Dotti's delightful dinner dreams for a few delicious minutes, but the appearance of a big-boobed dragon reminds Dotti about other problems. She releases her hold on her prey to deal with their shared predicament.

"Stupid swimsuit," Dotti grumbles. "At least Roger knows that hunting is hazardous. Prey can get a lucky swipe in when you least expect it."

Luckily, there's a generous wolf waving T-shirts nearby.

"I'll take one!" Dotti shouts.
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