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Code-Shark — Beach Vixen: Sun Bathing
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Another sun bathing vixen, though it looks like something has surprised her...Related content
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Probably the sudden appearance of one of those quad copter drones that people love to fly around with and take pictures with. They can be very fun, but at the same time, they have caused some trouble for people who have privacy issues.
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"Nothing a .480 can't fix m`dear, allow me...there, now you may relax again."
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Seriously, I knew someone who did just that when a drone was spying on his daughter.
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Heck, I would in a heart beat. Misuse is a sad state with these.
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It reminds me of a comedian from years ago.
His car was stolen, but he'd only been away for a short time. He asked the cop how someone could steal a car so quickly and was told that there was a tool that popped out the ignition lock- so of course the steering wheel was no longer locked either.
So he wanted to know who sells these things and why are they allowed to sell them?
The problem is, even if drones with cameras were outlawed- well, it's no longer 1978, how difficult would it be to attach a camera in an age when you can buy pen-sized cameras?
Years ago this was pure fiction:
Now they have drones that can actually do this- in fact, they make that thing look large and bulky by comparison. Very soon they'll be able to fly in through the keyhole. And they can be armed too (e.g. stinger).
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Lol I see what you mean, technology, dangerous thing to have in the wrong hands. And I fear that there is little that can be done to stop or slow these advances. People just love their toys way to much.
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I've heard.Hopefully it won't ruin her sunbathing.
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Probably not, at lest not after she delivers several well placed swats at it.
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Gus staggered under the load he was carrying. He had a cooler with drinks under one arm while carrying a basket of food in that paw while holding on to a duffel bag and a large beach umbrella over his shoulder that threatened to blow open and carry him off. He and Sirse had come to the island beach which was supposedly secluded with Arie for some R&R. She had chosen it but had directed him to make sure they had enough food for the day and possibly into the early night as well as she had wanted to show Arie the multitude of stars that could only be seen outside of Zootopia and its bright city lights. He was beginning to regret not making two trips but when Sirse had run off after Arie, he did not want to lose sight of them. Plus, he was starving as well as he had not had time to have a decent breakfast as he had prepared their picnic lunch. He was thinking about the foot-long hero turkey sandwich he had made for himself when a sudden gust of wind caught the partially open umbrella the wrong way. It opened up to lift Gus off his paws while he attempted to hold on to it, dropping the cooler, beach bag and picnic lunch. In his haste to control it, he struggled to hold on to it--which complicated matters--when a much stronger gust came and carried him up into the air.
Holding onto the umbrella for dear life, Gus noticed that the wind had carried him up the beach where the dunes where...along with a sunbather, who was unaware of who was about to literally drop into their lap.
"Look out, below!" he shouted.
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Eyes snapping open, Elena was shocked speechless by the sight of a flying bear descending from the sky upon her. Hesitation cost her a second, before her body kicked into overdrive sending her rolling to the side as to avoid being crushed. On her elbow she watched as the stranger touched down, unsure what she was still seeing, but mesmerized all the same. As the figure before her touched down, paws striking the sand feet from where she had lain prone before she could not help but notice the stranger’s figure.
‘Oh, my…’ She muttered, her eyes lingering over the bears chest, and then following downwards a little, causing her to blush a scarlet nearly hidden by her red fur. Seeing him rise, looking rather embarrassed by the whole situation she was quick to her feet closing the distance to the bear before he had a chance to recover. Hand slipping under his massive arm, a strong, muscular arm, so very toned, and he smelled nice too. Oh, my. Oh, my…
‘Hello Stranger, that was quite the entrance you made there.’ Elena slipped under his arm, pressing her chest to his side, the tiny bit of fabric giving way exposing her ample breasts to his lingering gaze. Oh, my. She could smell him, small his arousal at the sight of her, he must be into foxes.
Maybe? Yes. That would explain the small fox and striped bunny she had seen further down the beach, they must have been his children. A quick glance at his paw told him all she needed to know, he was still unwed. A father then, taking his kids to the beach, her heart beat a little faster, as her tail danced about excitedly, batting her eyes at him she put on her most seductive smile. ‘If you wanted to get my attention, all you had to do was ask.’
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Gus' eyes widened at her suggestion. He quickly looked about for Sirse, sweating breaking from his forehead as he removed the voluptuous vixen from his side. "Ah, miss, I don't want you to get the wrong idea but I'm taken already and if you value your fur, I would suggest you find another beach to sunbathe...best on another continent. My mate's mark on me," as he removed the towel he had wrapped around his neck, "should have alerted you. As it is, she doesn't look too fondly on other mammals 'trespassing on her property'."
"What mark?"
"Why, this of cou-" Gus suddenly stopped as he could not feel Sirse's mark that she had left on his shoulder when they had made love in the hot tub last night. He shook his head, trying to make sense of it. "Nevertheless, I must urge you to get away from here as this will be Ground Zero once my mate finds you here with me. She'll be cross with me and I may have a few bruises after a few sparring sessions but I don't want you in harm's way, so-"
"Dad, there you are! Where are the food and blankets?"
Gus tensed at the sound of Arie's voice. If she was behind him, Sirse was-
He heard the sound of a paw tap-tapping on the ground. He fearfully turned and attempted to grin at Sirse, whose angry look singed his eyebrows as she was directing her fey power at him. She had her paws crossed on her chest. This was not a good sign as she wasn't trying to communicate him. It was her way of signifying she was giving him the silent treatment.
"Err...hello, mi amor. A funny thing happened...haha...I was carrying our things when the wind happened to pick me up when the umbrella opened up. It brought me here to the lap--did I say lap?--no, I meant spot, of this young, pretty--not to say that you're not pretty, in fact you're beautiful beyond words--vixen who was just helping me up. Nothing else." Gus tried to calm her down as he could feel her power building up to unleash a scorching bolt at him. Behind his back, he was trying to wave the other fox away as he did not want her involved in a lover's quarrel.
Sirse slowly unfolded her arms and signed to him, "If she was just helping you up, why can I smell that wench's stench on you?"
Gus quickly signed back, "She leaned on me in order to help me up. Nothing more, mon petit cheri. Please. Don't be angry. Not in front of Arie. We can talk later."
"Dad, I'm hungry and thirsty. Can we get some lunch now?" the little bunniger asked, blissfully unaware of the ongoing drama.
Sirse frowned but nodded her head in assent. She stomped away in a huff, leaving Gus with Arie and Elena. Until she came back, furiously blushing as she scaled Gus like a mountain, and latched onto his chest, her claws painfully digging into his fur as she scent-marked him all over and bit both his shoulders, leaving her mark on him. Gus cradled her in his paws as he waited for her to finish, wisely saying nothing. Just before she jumped down, she held two digits in a V-sign, pointed them at her eyes, then at the scantily-clad vixen.
Watching her stomp her way down the beach, he knew he could not postpone the inevitable and sighed and grasped Arie's paw in his. "Come Arie, Aunt Sirse is probably angry because she's hungry, too. Let's go back to the beach and collect the cooler and the bag, shall we? You can carry the picnic lunch."
As he walked away, he decided not to turn around to wave goodbye to the female fox, even though he would appear rude, aware that Sirse was watching his every movement.
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Stomping down the beach Sirse was a maelstrom of raging emotions, so unlike her normal self she stormed off to try and make sense of what was happening, was she that jealous of the larger fox’s luscious body, her ample breasts that dwarfed her budding chest. Or was it her size, standing nearly up to Gus’s shoulder the vixen was more of a size for him, easier to handle, and able to reciprocate without incident or need to heal after a passionate session between them. Hands balling into fists she strode down the beach, and walked into a solid wall of faded blue flesh.
The impact took her completely unawares, sending her falling backwards to land on the sand. Only by shooting her hands out to brace herself was she able to slow prevent the worst of the fall. Looking up the real shock came when her gaze fixed on the scowling visage of her employer.
Clad in a simple pare of swim trunks, the massive shark fixed knowing beady black eyes on her. Searching eyes, prying, eyes that stripped away her anger, and pierced her very soul. She could only meet those terrible eyes for a few seconds before looking away, her rage had evaporated, replaced instead by shame. Guild, Gus had been telling the truth, there had been no lie in his body posture, and the vixen had looked shocked and quite puzzled at her behavior marking Gus as her own.
The eyes bore down on her still, as though to drive home the point, and lay bare a question that had been building for some time. Shaking her head, Sirse refused to fully lower her gaze, defiance surging in her like never before. And there it was, for the briefest of seconds, surprise, a flicker of emotion that crossed that stern face, as though she had just bared her teeth at him and snarled for the first time in years.
‘Sirse.’ When he spoke it was with a quiet voice, calm and controlled without anger, but instead carrying the touch of disappointment. ‘What is wrong?’
She didn’t know how to answer that. There was just so much going on, The Mission, the secrets, Gus was becoming wild, drunk on his new found powers, and Arie, a budding bunny tiger, a…a family. It was all becoming so much, that it hurt. It was as though she were being torn apart and she did not know where to turn, like she wanted to lash out, like at the poor Okapi that had been at the clothing department, and now again at a vixen that had only been helping Gus back to his feet.
Silently her employer seemed to drink all this in without any outward sign of motion. After a long pause, the shark like head nodded.
‘I see…’ There was sadness in that voice, and in those beady black eyes. ‘It was bound to happen.’
Then the look vanished, carefully filed behind a mask of a grandfatherly warmth, as he planted his massive hands on his hips and declared.
‘Sirse, I here by order you –‘
She waved her harms in protest, knowing what was coming.
‘-To take a mandatory extended vacation. No arguments. Effective immediately you, and Gus are suspended from all mission operations and are no longer an active unit.’
Sirse’s mouth hung agape, unable to speak, sign, or make any means of protest.
‘And,’ A faint smile touched his lips, as the rouge in her employer stirred. ‘You, and Gus are to affix your pennants until such time you are no longer on vacation.’
With an underhand toss he threw her a neckless with the black diamond hanging on a silver chain. And with it a ring, with a similar stone affixed in the band.
‘The latter is for Gus, see that he wears it.’ A bit of a serious note touched outlaying tones of her employer’s commands. Then vanished as he added with a smile. ‘Unless you or he wish to die a very horrible death in the lava pits.’
Rolling her eyes, she ignored that last part, a private in joke between them that he loved to reference whenever a mission of importance was being briefed.
‘Now, I have prepared the Raven II for your use, it is in the bay just beyond the bluffs. I trust you, Gus, and even little Arie will make good use of it. See to it that you do not vary from the pre-set dimensions, and please make sure you bring it back intact. The fusion core was just redone.’
With that he turned on his heal, hesitated, then smiling.
‘On second thought, I think I will go see if our mystery vixen is in need of any emotional support…’
Smiling and with a wink he departed leaving Sirse standing motionless in the sand. How was she going to break this to Gus.
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Gus was confused by the turn of events as he walked back with Arie, gathering the scattered items along the beach. The female vixen had been the second female who had laid their paws on him despite the fact that he had not shown any interest at all in them. Granted Sirse's training and workouts had improved his physique but he was not Mr. Zootopia Universe material. Then, there was the curious case of his being able to recover much more quickly from the strenuous exercises she put him through. And, now, as he checked both shoulders, he noticed Sirse's marks had disappeared completely, as if he had never been bitten. "Given that she is very possessive, I can see how this can be very distressing to her," he thought. He unmuted and reestablished the comm-link with Francine, his Master Computer, using the chronometer watch and earpiece that he had hidden in his ear. He spoke a few sentences into the watch then placed it back into mute mode. If Francine wanted to contact him, she would buzz him with a vibration alert. After the unplanned polar plunge that he had gone through during his ski trip with Sirse in the mountains of Tundratown, he made sure he was always in radio-contact with Francine who was monitored his vital signs.
Once they had gathered the umbrella, cooler, beach bag and picnic basket, he went in search of Sirse by following her scent. He came upon her standing by the seashore, her paws crossed against her chest. She was allowing the waves to wash over her hind paws, her back to them. He warily approached her, calling out her name. "Sirse?" as he meekly approached her from behind.
She did not turn and merely waved them forwards. She led them to a secluded, shady spot where there was a shallow pool nearby. Arie saw it and immediately dropped the picnic basket to splash about in it. "Arie, sweetie," Gus called out to the bunniger, "stay in sight of us, okay?" The little kit merely nodded and continued splashing about, enjoying herself.
Gus started to prepare the site while Sirse sat off to the side on a rock, facing the sea, all the while her paws still crossed against her chest, giving Gus the silent treatment. As he affixed the beach umbrella in the sand, spread the blankets and unpacked the picnic basket, Gus was beginning to fume at the treatment he was getting. He looked over to Sirse and he noticed her slightly shivering despite the fact that the sun was beating hotly on her.
He got up, started muttering under his breath about "stubborn vixens and their stupid pride" and stomped over to where she sat. He placed a serape he had gotten from the beach bag around her shoulders and plopped a wide-brimmed sunhat on her head. He sat cross-pawed in front of her so that she could no longer ignore him and started signing furiously with a very cross look on his face.
"You sit there without a hat and you can get sunstroke! You didn't put any sunscreen on and you could get burnt! Why are you ignoring me? What did I do? It was all an accident. I don't deserve this silent treatment," indicating her clasped paws which she still kept crossed under her chest, "I have never been unfaithful to you. I love you and only you!" emphasizing his actions by poking his foredigit against her chest. "I-"
Gus never got to finish his sentence as Sirse's paw snapped out to quickly capture his wrist and twisted it so that he flew over to his side and onto his back. He dared not move as she had his arm in a hold and she could easily break it if she so chose to do so. Slowly, she seemed to come out of a trance and she then stood up, her face still impassive. Not letting go of his arm, she sat across his chest and stared into his eyes, searching for something. After a while, she smiled, let go of his arm to capture his muzzle instead. She pressed herself into his chest, kissing him passionately and unabashedly. They both lay in the sand, acting as if they were lovers seeing each other after a prolonged absence.
After a while, Sirse got up and signed to Gus, a twinkle in her eyes, "My apologies. You caught me unawares. I was processing the news my employer just gave me and I was still in shock. I didn't mean to give you the silent treatment. He has taken us off all operations for now and is giving us the Raven II for an extended vacation...as a family." she blushed slightly. "I will fill you in more later. For now, I'm hungry for one of your delicious tuna sandwiches. Did you bring my favourite dessert, as well?" She lightly leaped off his chest to skip over to where the umbrella was. She stopped and turned, still coyly smiling. She flashed a quick message that stunned Gus.
"Also, I want to apologize to you, lover. I should not have doubted you about that vixen. When I looked into your eyes, they told me the truth. If they had said otherwise, however, you would have lost your arm. And, next time, don't poke my chest in anger. The last mammal who did has to eat his food through a straw."
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It was a start.
Slowly as she munched on her tuna sandwich Sirse rolled over the events leading up to this moment. It took a while to explain the situation, what had happened, and why. Slowly pouring out the accusations her employer had laid at her feet. Her conflicting feelings, her mood swings, being a family, embracing a mammal for the first time with more than just base feelings. And then there was Aire, a wild ball of fur and energy, but also so very easily emotional, either for better or worse.
Sirse and learned that here were triggers that set the little bunny tiger off, subjects that had become their silent taboo to never speak about. One of them Gus and her had realized was her complete and utter dread of doctors or anyone wearing a white coat. Months before Aire had taken a tumble out of one of the trees she had taken to climb, and fracturing her arm.
She had maintained that it was not broken and therefor did not need to go see the doctors, and only when her condition worsened, did Gus insist on taking her it. Reluctant did not begin to describe Aire’s mood. By the time they got to the hospital Aire looked like she was about to be marched into a slaughter house. The breaking point came when the doctor tired to touch her arm, she snapped, claws came out, and screaming she opened the doctors arm from wrist to elbow and was running out the door with Sirse and Gus both in pursuit. In the end it took several sedatives, the doctor commenting that Aire seemed to have the metabolism of a horse, and that in any other mammal he would be concerned with the levels of the sedative in her system.
That had been an adventure. And now they were posed to take another, together. Finishing, Sirse blew out a breath, somehow it felt good to explain everything to her lover. Almost as though by confiding in him she had eased the burden. Her gaze looked back up the coast where she had last seen her employer. Was that why he had kept her around, maybe that was part of it, as when she came back from her mission he always insisted on a debriefing, or just talking to her sometimes. It did not seem to matter what the conversation was, sometimes he just talked, about his past, about the ships he had served on, about the Troll, Idd, and the Ruling council. Other times he would start rambling about lost books that he was trying to find still, and all the while Sirse listened, as it comforted him. Eyes, going back up the beach she wondered, how much had he sacrificed when he let her go? Did he still have someone to talk too? And if so, who? Somehow she was sure he did not, and it saddened her.
Eyes moving to look out across the beach to where Aire was busy pouncing in the pool, no doubt trying to catch the trapped sea life inside. That was enough to drive the melancholy thoughts from her head, the little tiger bunny looked so happy in the moment.
Returning her attention to Gus, she signed. ‘He expects us to depart later today. If you are going to bring your AI along, I suggest you transfer her now.’
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Nothing to worry about. It's just Terry Crews in a speedo giving her a compliment.
"Careful there foxy lady, you wouldn't wanna catch a sunstroke."
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*lands in the sand* -groans- well there goes my next check....
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Rises to look at your sprawled form. 'Oh My...Are you okay?'
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*gets up to adjust myself* oh yeah, not the first time i get tossed out from an interview
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Blinking in confusion. 'You got...tossed out of an interview?' She looks around expecting an office, but seeing only beach. 'Where from?'
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*points behind her where these is a crowd surrounding a MMA fighter* that big guy tossed me for fun. I asked him about how good his financial situation was going....
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That produces a small laugh from the vixen, who cocking her head regards you. 'Let me guess, it didn't go over so well?' Offering you her elbow, she motions for you to escort her down the beach.
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Heh pretty much *takes her elbow and walks her down the beach*
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One of those quad copter drones, that people like to take pictures with.
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Some bird shot should take care of it, probably 6 to 7 shot size, any smaller, like 8 or micro shot, wouldn't do much to it.
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Lol now to find a way to conceal a shotgun in a baiting suit.
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Thank you, she likes the feeling of sunlight on her fur.
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You are welcome and I can see it, Code-Shark.
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Hovering that drone over her will get her attention.
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😂a good estimate of her response
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my friend, she's pretty hot 
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your very welcome 😊.
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Thank you, she's trying to enjoy the sun, but suspects that someone is trying to sneak a photo of her.
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Thank you, she has the model beach body.
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You’re welcome, indeed she does.
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Boooobs! And thank you.
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yes booobs on a sexy fox X3
np =3
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