It was the perfect day for the beach, or at least that's what the weatherman had said.  Sunny skies overlooked the bright sands that stretched on and on along the coastal town, and the sounds of cars racing along the nearby roads were blocked out by the squawking gulls, rolling waves, and scattered radios.  Hundreds of people dotted the public shoreline, but three in particular were struggling to keep their fun private.
A wolf, her bat wife, and their mixed child were huddled together in waist-deep water, oddly intimate in their closeness.
Hazel was glancing around nervously every few seconds, her wolf ears on a swivel, tail flicking anxiously behind her.  To her right, her wife, Faith, was wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close until their hips bumped.  It was a cute, affectionate gesture, pretty typical of a couple of girls historians would later call "good roommates".
What was less typical, however, was their daughter between them.  More specifically, the fact she kept rubbing her butt back up against Hazel's crotch.
The wolf wasn't upset by this, of course; her dick was like concrete, and it felt incredible to have it get smushed between her daughter's perky little cheeks.  She could smell Alexa's heat over the salt of the waves, and knew it was going to feel like paradise when she filled that little hole.  Still, it was incredibly nerve-wracking, considering how many other kids and their parents were splashing around, even if they were like thirty feet away at least.
Her wife certainly wasn't helping either, because Faith was openly fondling her daughter with her free hand.  Alexa's tits were visibly poking against her swimsuit top, which was about a year too small for her.  The fabric was so thin and soft that her puffy nipples were outlined almost perfectly, and her mother's greedy fingers took full advantage of that fact.  It was so deeply perverse and obvious that any adult with common sense would recognize her horny groping right away.
"Guys," Hazel breathed, "we really can't be doing this out in the open!"  Her body wasn't behaving alongside her wishes, though, and her thick cock was visibly bulging her swim trunks, drawing a tasty line down the right-side leg.  An easy target for her daughter's butt.
"Maybe," Faith whispered, so horny her voice sounded feverish, "but I kinda wanna see you pick her up and fuck her right here."
"Oh my god," Hazel and Alexa said at the same time, though with very different tones:  Hazel's concerned, and Alexa's like her fantasy was coming true.
"Right here in front of everybody," Faith whispered, her voice hitching up an octave on that last word as she pushed her crotch against her daughter's thigh from the side.  
Alexa was getting pleasantly squished between her moms, like she was being surrounded by a pack of wolves.  If a pack could be two, and one wolf was a bat.  She was biting her own lip, keeping her hands firmly on the big inflatable ball she was holding, if only so she didn't openly finger herself.  Also, it helped hide what they were doing, but that was a distant consolation prize.
She could feel her mom's thick cock against her butt, and she loved it.  The cool, refreshing water was a nice contract to the firm heat of Hazel's tool, which she could feel even through both of their swimsuits.  She'd learned how to hike her hips up properly by practicing dances on a music app, and now, with her back arched, she was able to directly press her little cunt up against the pleasant shape.
Her head was swimming, appropriate for a beach trip.  The fuzzy heat rolling around in her mind was like a delightful haze she couldn't escape, clouding every thought until it was firmly about sex.  Her breeding cycle had started this morning, or perhaps overnight given the incredibly horny dreams she'd experienced.  When she rolled out of bed earlier today, she'd had to peel her panties off before slipping her swimsuit bottoms on, which had immediately gotten just as soaked.
Now, sandwiched between her tall, gorgeous moms, she was in paradise.  As she leaned her cheek sidelong against Faith's tits and pressed her messy heat back against Hazel's dick bulge, she thought that the only thing that would've made it better was sherbert.  How nice it would be to eat that while her mom knotted her from behind.
While her daughter was busy having the horniest daydream of her life, Hazel was casting desperate looks over her shoulders.  She was scanning the beach so intensely that she may as well have been a secret service agent looking for a sniper, but all she was looking for was anywhere remotely private.  The distraction of her daughter's slick little cunt against her crotch was almost enough to stop her.
Then, her eyes landed on a little collection of shower stalls at the entrance to the sandy beach.
"Let's go for a little walk!" she abruptly announced.
	The shower stalls weren't anything special; thin slats of wood made up the walls, beneath which a person's feet were visible to onlookers.  There were no floors, really, just sidewalks that let the water rush off into a storm drain.  On either side of the showers sat food carts, one selling hot dogs and the other tacos, both of which had a boombox or radio blasting music.
In other words, the showers were loud enough to cover up Alexa's needy moans as her moms fingered and groped her.
The three girls stood in the shower stall together, water pouring loudly onto the concrete.  Alexa was on her feet, leaning back against the same wall that the shower head stuck out of, legs spread wide so her moms could get their hands between her legs.  She was sucking noisily on Faith's fingers, which had been inserted into her mouth to keep her from moaning too loudly as Hazel's explored her heat-stricken little pussy.
She tried to speak, her voice begging for something, but it came out muffled and scrambled by the digits pressing lewdly against her tongue.  Her eyes were rolling slightly back in her head as the hot, intense pleasure overwhelmed her, reducing her to a needy animal.
Hazel was hardly any better, burying her face into her daughter's neck to huff her scent and lick her collarbone.  Her fingers were working practiced motions into Alexa's pussy, which was incredibly wet and hot to the touch.  Juices spilled effortlessly over her digits, coating the interior of the little girl's swimsuit in lust as she worked her magic.  Pushing her index and middle finger inside, she felt Alexa tighten up, and heard a messy moan spill from her daughter's mouth.
Faith was busy tending to both her girls, standing astride Alexa to support her and stuff fingers in her mouth.  Her other hand was down low, stroking her wife's fat cock now that she'd free it from her trunks.  As she ran her palm up and down the shaft, made a bit easier by the water pouring over them, she occasionally fondled the growing knot, imagining what it was going to do to her daughter in just a moment.
But nobody was fantasizing about it as much as Alexa, who was turning into an absolute mess around the fingers in her holes.  She was inaudibly begging, rolling her hips against her mom's expert digits and suckling on her other mom's until drool spilled down her fluffy chin.  The little girl was desperate, and she made it known through all her movements, but especially with a single word finally uttered between the fingers in her mouth.
"Please!"  It was half-begging, half-demanding.
Hazel obliged, her raw wolf instincts and power kicking in as she swept forward and lifted Alexa up into the air in one movement.  Her daughter's delighted squeal spurred her on as she hiked her up over her cock, holding her up by the ass with both hands, and turned to look at her wife.
"Pull her swimsuit aside," Hazel said, her voice husky and full of lust.
Faith was way ahead of her, scrambling to tug the little girl's bikini bottom away from her drooling pussy, fingertips gliding against the hot, slick flesh on the way.  Her heart was fucking pounding, eyes wide to capture every detail on her daughter's face as she watched Hazel drop her down onto her cock.  Just in time, Faith remembered to clap a hand onto the little half-bat half-wolf's mouth.
Alexa's shocked, blissful moan was successfully stifled by her mom's hand as she felt her other mom's thick tool push several inches inside in one go.  Her pussy was what one might call "an expert at taking cock," if one was being a little mean and very accurate, and the addition of her breeding cycle made it even wetter and looser than normal.  Her tight little cunt welcomed her mom's fat dick so eagerly she could've sworn she was made for it.
Hazel groaned, her voice low and shaky, as she felt her daughter's needy heat clamp down around her member.  The first push was exciting, but it had nothing over the second, which slowly and steadily eased Alexa down to the start of her knot.  Every inch was bliss, dragging and cloying for her attention, as her daughter's hot inner walls squeezed like they were trying to milk her.
Her thrusts started out soft and tiny, bumping her knot against Alexa's pussy like she was planting little kisses on her clit.  She rested her chin on top of her daughter's head, squeezed her butt with both hands, and hoped to god nobody would realize a third pair of paws had disappeared in the stall.  Then, as she felt the little girl's pussy get used to her cock, she started to work her legs into the thrusts, bouncing on the pads of her feet.
Alexa's voice was heavily muffled by her mom's hand, but it was just barely audible over the shower to the other people in the stall.  Needy moans turned raspy and blissful as her little hole was stuffed full, then slowly fucked into ecstasy.  Her pussy was drooling all over her mom's fat cock, leaving little streaks of off-white lust clinging to the knot and dripping down to her fuzzy balls.  The little girl was completely gone, awash in a sea of pleasure like she was floating on clouds that made you cum.
Hazel was rapidly approaching that place too, her pleasure and need swiftly building towards a peak.  Like a steam pipe bursting seams along the way, every few thrusts brought a sloppy burst of pleasure that seemed to help stave off the final explosion, but they were all in vain as Faith kept whispering the filthiest possible things in her ears.
The bat was beside herself, one hand firmly on her daughter's mouth while the other jilled her own clit like she was filming the moneyshot of a porn.  Her pussy was noisily spilling juices all down her thighs as she worked a leg-shaking orgasm out of herself, which caused her voice to hitch and catch here and there, turning what would be full sentences into orgasmic half-thoughts and unfinished concepts.
Finally, though, Hazel had reached her limit, and Faith- her loving and attentive wife- knew it.  The bat leaned in, mouth right against the wolf's ear, and whispered as she rode out her own orgasm.
"Put a fucking baby in that little cunt."
Hazel gasped, her cock lighting up with white-hot ecstasy that burst from the tip, thick ropes of cum filling her daughter's pussy.  She hit the peak of her pace and pleasure at the same time, fucking the little cub so fast and hard that her butt stayed airborne from the thrusts alone.  Every noisy clap made her cheeks recoil, jiggling and shaking with each one, until the final push rammed Hazel's knot inside her tiny pussy.
All three girls struggled to keep their moans down as they rode out sticky, hot, fantastic euphoria together.  They clung to one another, sweat-slick bodies grinding into a mess of kissing and groping and cumming.  By the time Hazel's knot finally went down, she'd already worked a second orgasm out into her daughter's pussy from their needy rubbing alone.
When her cock slipped free, a half-hard mess that hung lazily in the air, it was hard to tell who was drooling more cum onto the floor.