Anon and Rainbro Dashie go to the Beach Part2- Cruisin'

>You are Anonymous.

>And you're on a boat.

You're on a boat.

>You're on a boat.

You're on a boat.

>Everybody look at you cuz you're sailin on a boat.

>Its been three hours since you've left Manehattan. You've spent almost all of it in the bed of your room with Rainbow.

>You haven't even unpacked.

>Shes resting next to you, a panting  hot mess.

>With an arm around her you stare at the cieling idly wondering if the Legion of Rape has made their attempt on you yet, if they have found out they had been duped, if they are trying to find you now...

>You grin. Good luck with that.

 

>Rainbow finally slows her breathing and looks to you with a warm smile.

>Did she enjoy herself?

>"Mmm...you know it bro."

>You lean in and plant a kiss on her lips before getting out of bed and redressing, minus your shirt.

>You do the majority of the unpacking yourself, Rainbow content to lazily watch from the bed and drink in your shirtless form.

>Look at that body.

>You work out.

>You finally finish putting away the last of your clothes, when your stomach lets out a loud groan.

>The two of you had slept on the train to manehattan and had barely enough time to get to the pier. Breakfast had simply not been an option.

>But you're on a motherfucking bo- cruise ship.

>And cruise ships have buffets.

>Time to get your eat on.

>...actually you should shower. Having not showered since last night, you stink to high holy heaven after three hours of sex. And you wouldn't want to cause an incident among the mares.

 

>You step back out into your room, dressing into some fresh clothes.

>Rainbow hasn't moved an inch.

>Wasn't she hungry?

>"Yeah but *yawn* I think im gonna grab a few more Z's."

>She rolls over and before you can even answer shes fast asleep.

>Its understandable. Neither of you got a very good night's sleep, and the estrus was probably taking a lot out of her...though you played no small part in that.

>With a chuckle you exit your room and are greeted with the sparkling vista of the vast ocean.

>In that moment food is forgotten.

>You are filled with nostalgia.

>You were born, raised, and lived beside the ocean. Even up to that fateful day you were brought to this world, you had always had the ocean as a constant backdrop to your life.

>In your mad dash to the pier this morning you didn't have the time to truly appreciate it. But now you could gaze upon the azure vastness to your heart's desire.

>Ponyville was nice, but it just couldn't compete to the sense of ease you felt being near the sea.

*GROOWLL*

Im still here fucker.

>Fuck you stomach.

>Time for food.

 

>You make your way across the deck towards the dining hall.

>Ponies, young and old, can be seen everywhere enjoying the ship and the experience of the cruise.

>All of them look rich as fuck.

>Dash had told you that the ship was called the Grand Marener, and was one of only two cruise ships in the world.

>And you were riding for free. You remind yourself to make it up to that awesome DJ any way you can.

>You pass a few groups of mares.

>They ALL just fucking stare at you. Some are blushing, others whispering to one another, others giggling.

>You casually sniff your clothes. You were sure to shower thoroughly.

>You can feel more than a few stallions giving you the stink-eye.

>You pick up the pace, if only to get away.

 

>As you enter the hall...you smell it.

>Could it be? Was it possible?

>Your hopes rise when you spot more than a few gryphons among the crowd...and then confirmed when you finally make it to the buffet line.

>Meat.

>MEAT.

>Steak. Ribs. Chicken breast. Its a smorgasbord for carnivores. You glance at one of the servers; a Diamond Dog.

>How was this possible?

>"We here on the Grand Marener serve clientele from all over the world. Its no small secret that the majority of the planet does not share Equestria's more vegetarian tendencies, and we do our best to provide top culinary service."

>You knew all too well. Upon your arrival your questions about obtaining meat had been met with no small amount of disgust from the local populace.

>So...so it was okay?

>"...of course. Though I wouldn't recommend it unless you are accustomed to eating it, it can cause..."

>You aren't listening.

>There is meat. You can eat it.

 

>Something ancient awakens inside of you; an instinct you did not know you possesed.

>You stack your plate with glorious, glorious meat...and a few veggies.

>The server is still talking when you exit the buffet line.

>You make your way to an empty table and...you fucking lose it.

>You tear into that shit, ripping meat from bone with your sharp canines.

>The flavors explode in your mouth. Long forgotten tastes fill your senses.

>Oh god. Oh god you swear you are about to jizz your shorts. Its too good, too amazing.

>All too soon you clear your plate. Your stomach sings your praises for finally giving it sustenance.

>You suck the juices from your fingers and lay back, your eyes glazed over in bliss.

>Then you become aware of the fact that most of the patrons in the immediate vicinity are staring at you. Most look disgusted, some intrigued.

>You do however get more than a few knowing smiles and nods from the gryphons. Its hard being a meat eater in Equestria.

>Air bump.

>Returned.

>fuckyeah.jpg

 

>You grab a plate of seconds and make your way back to the table...to find a sleepy Rainbow Dash with a plate of pastries.

>She flashes you that winning smile...which falls when she notices your plate.

>Oh fuck.

>Er...you...can explain?

>Her frown deepens.

>Oh Shit Oh shit Oh shit shes disgusted. Think of something think of something th-

>"Bahaha! Look at your face. Im just buckin with ya dude."

>Shes...not grossed out?

>"Eh. Meats not my thing obviously. But I know you're a meat eater and that they served it here. Besides, we're on vacation! You aren't gonna get any back at home so live it up bro!"

>This mare.

>You happily sit back down and go to town on your second plate. Dash just looks on in wonder.

>You clean it in record time and lay back again. Your stomach grumbles a few complaints but otherwise is settled.

>She watches with a blush as you lick your fingers. Noticing this you slowly run your tongue over your canines.

>POMF.

>You grin. She had confided in you in the past that one of your major draws was not just your exotic nature, but the air of danger around you. You were after all a predator.

 

>She like what she sees?

>She gives you a have-lidded smile. "You know I do...keep it up I might just have to show you how much right here."

>Suddenly there is the clinking of silverware on glass, and all eyes fall to the captain's table.

>An aged stallion stands from his table. He wears a captain's jacket over a turtleneck and cap on his brow. He sports a grey beard that could make odin proud.

>Interestingly enough he stands on his back legs. You know of a few ponies who can and often do this, Pinkie Pie for example. You chalk it up to needing to steer a ship for so many years and the habit just staying with him.

>"Good Morning Filliesh, Gentlecoltsh, and all manner of company alike."

>Holy dicks its Sean Connery.

>"My name ish Blue March, and I will be your captain for thish voyage to the Caribouen Islesh. Know that you are in good hoovesh, as I have been on shipsh since I wash but a foal, jusht like my father before me and hish father before him."

>You don't doubt it. He seems to exude an aura of confidence and wizened experience.

>"Our trip looksh to have nothing but calm seash and fair skiesh. Sho-

>He raises a glass, slowly moving it over the whole hall.

>"-drink, eat, be merry and-"

>His grey eyes fall upon you and he gives pause...then smiles?

>"-Welcome to tha Grand Marener."

>Applause fills the room as the patrons go back to their food.

 

>Well he seems like-

>Rainbow Dash is gone.

>Wait w-

Ziiiip.

>Holy shit.

>You let out a cough.

>She doesn't take the hint.

>You swallow hard and slowly shuffle your seat closer under the tablecloth.

>You have half a mind to reprimand her...but all of the surrounding tables are full, you wont be able to do anything without drawing attention.

>May as well try to act natural and enjoy the-

>Blue March is making his way to your table.

>Oh lord why?

>The old captain reaches your table and acknowledges you with a nod.

>"Mind if ah take a seat lad?"

Yes. Yes you DO fucking mind.

>N-not at all. Please.

>The captain takes a seat across from you. As he does you can feel the...ministrations down below slow and Dashie gulp nervously.

>Yeah, you can FEEL her gulp. It does nothing good for your composure.

>The captain quirks an eyebrow. "You alright laddy?"

 

>Sure, sure. What brings him to your table?

>You feel a muted giggle as she steps it up. Goddamn it Rainbow.

>"Well, ah couldn't help but notish you. You DO shtand out a bit lad."

>Hehe, yeah you get thaahAAAt a lot.

>Another quirked eyebrow.

>Sorry, you pulled something a few days ago.

>"Right...anyway; ash I shaid I couldn't help but notish ya. Mind enlightening me ash to your...origins?"

>You, with obvious difficulty given your circumstance, give him the short version of your story. He nods sagely.

>"Yesh..yesh. Ah figured ash much." He takes a swig from his glass, which contains a suspicously amber fluid.

>"Shay lad, would you and yer lass care to join me for dinner at the captainsh table this evening? I would mosht definately like ta hear more about you...and share a bit of a shtory myshelf."

>Wow! It woOOUld be an- an-

>The timing couldn't be worse.

>Your teeth grit involuntarily and your eyes clench.

>You give your head a few good shakes before flashing the captain a smile and extending a hand.

>-an HONOR of course! You'll be sure to let your marefriend know as soon as she gets back to the table.

>He leerily meets your hand with a navy blue hoof and the two of you shake.

>An admitedly jerky handshake as you feel Rainbow clean up under the table.

>"Ya may want ta get that checked down in shick bay lad." And with a suspicous grin  the captain excuses himself back to his own table.

 

>By now lunch has ended, and the majority of the tables around you clear out.

>Rainbow pops out from under the table across from you sporting a shit-eating grin. (pic related)

>You glare at her as you zip your fly.

>"What? I warned you didn't I?"

>Not funny.

>"Yes it was." She sensually licks her lips. "Delicous too."

>You feel your cheeks darken. Anyway, you kind of need a break. You HAD been going at it for three hours earlier.

>"Ugh. FINE." The pegasus whines with a roll of her eyes. She perks back up with a grin. "Anyway lets hit the deck! Theres more to do on this ship than just eat and rut ya know."

>Point taken. This was a vacation, might as well start living it up.

>As you and Dashie leave something occurs to you. How the fuck did the captain know about Rainbow if she had been under the table the whole-

>Your cheeks darken further as you exit into the tropical sun.

 

>There is no shortage of things to do on the boat.

>Checking your ship map, you browse through the attractions.

>Holy fuck this ship is massive.

>There was the main deck which offered tanning, pools, food and drinks.

>The deck below had a casino, spa, and fitness center.

>The deck below that had a few other eateries, gift shops, and entertainment venues.

>Where did she want to go first?

>Rainbow glances over your shoulder as you list off the various attractions, her eyes are immediately drawn to the fitness center.

>Really?

>"Can't get lazy now. C'mon, we'll do our usual routine.

>You heave a sigh. She did have a point. You'd no doubt gain some weight with all of the high class food being offered, but you kind of wanted to relax a bit more.

>Regardless, the two of you make your way back to your room where you chage into your work-out attire.

 

>As you step off the stairs you are greeted with an unbelivable sight.

>The fitness center, which only takes up a quarter of the lower deck, is almost twice as large as the gym back in ponyville and seems to offer twice as much.

>The two of you make your way through the various machines and weight stations, doing the usual routine.

>Rainbow is struggling on the shoulder fly, she seems distracted.

>You quickly understand why, mares all around you two are eye-fucking your sweaty form.

>Rainbow is not amused.

>You move away to another part of the fitness center but the looks follow.

>You start to spot her on the bench. Shes pumping away with her teeth gritted and her eyes locked forward.

>Shes gassing out.

>Before she can hurt herself you step in and help/make her rest the bar.

 

>Rainbow sits up and looks away from you dejectedly. "I bucking hate estrus."

>Was that what this is?

>She sighs. "Yeah. During the...uh...'season' our hormones go so screwy everything goes out of whack. Ill be lucky to even do half our routine before its over."

>She hops off the bench and sighs. "Im gonna go grab a shower. Meet you back at the room?"

>Sure, sounds good.

>You start to lean in close for a kiss but before you can blink shes already halfway out of the fitness center.

>Shit this must really be getting to her. You debate going after her but you know shed want you to finish your workout.

>After adjusting the weight you seat yourself on the bench and stretch. You were maxing out in the upper 200's last time, but you know your previous exertion and lack of sleep would be working against you.

>Lying back, you mentally prepare yourself and take a few deep breaths.

>Then it hits you; the smell. You knew that smell all too well.

>You glance up with a smile expecting Rainbow.

>Thats not Rainbow. Thats not Rainbow at all.

>"Hi! Need a spot?"

 

>You are met with a unicorn mare sporting a blood-red coat, light red mane and tail and a flame for a cutie mark.

>She was one of the mares checking you out earlier. You look past her to see her three friends watching the two of you and tittering to themselves.

>Looking back to the mare you see that she has a pair of admittedly beautiful pink eyes, but you allow your appreciation for them to only go that far. Her pupils are slightly dilated and her face is flushed.

>She was estrusing, and hard.

Jimmies status: Alert level 1.

>Thanks, but you're good.

>"You sure? I mean, that is a lot..." her eyes stray to the weights. "...not that somep- er someone like YOU would..." then they stray to your chest and arms as she licks her lips. "...have any trouble."

Jimmies status: Alert level 2.

>Thanks but you're fine. Really.

 

>The mare's smile falters slightly. You're confident that shes taking the hint.

>"Suit yourself." she says dismissively before walking out of sight. You sigh in relief...a short lived relief when you hear the mare sit herself down in the machine next to yours. The thigh press.

>Fuck it. You get to it, better to get this over with and be out of here away from these mares.

>As you finish your first set, you hear the machine next to yours slow and stop, the mare within breathing hard.

>Shes no doubt staring at you...or she gassed out due to estrus like Dash.

>"So...whats your name? Mine's Flame Dancer." the red mare asks while she adjusts the weight on her machine.

>Anon.

>"Thats an interesting name, but I'm sure thats not the only thing about you thats-" *Slurp* *wipe* "interesting."

Jimmies status: Alert level 3.

>You sit up stretching your pecs and arms. You look forward to the mirror in front of the line of weight machines.

>She is staring straight at your package through the mirror. When she notices you staring, she begins her next set.

>She takes it slow...agonizingly slow...making sure to accentuate every muscle in her thighs...and her very, very wet crotch.

 

>You are back down in a flash, and wordlessly begin your next set.

>"What- ah. -what brings you aboard?"

>Vacation. Ngh. With your -special- -somepony-.

>You made sure to place as much emphasis on the last two words as possible, a surprisingly taxing venture while you're in the middle of your second set benching close to 300 pounds.

>"Ngh...That- mmf- Pegasus right? Thats nice...though I think you could do so much better."

>Your jaw stiffens. You are about to rest the bar and give this bitch a piece of your mind, but before you can even act you feel the weight of the the bar lessen as its coalesced in a dark red glow.

>The mare is now at your side, horn alight, with her snout directly to your ear.

>"I could do things for you she couldn't even imagine."

>She whispers into your ear, softer than air. You feel a charge leap down your spine.

>"WE could show you so, so much...Anon."

>You hear Giggling. You glance up to see her other three friends, faces flushed and pupils the size of dinner plates, surround you.

>You try to lower the bar, and find you cant. Apparently magical strength remains unchanged during estrus.

>You now notice that the red aura is also containing your hands; preventing them from releasing the weight, much less get away from this situation.

>"Ever been in a fivesome, stud?"

Jimmies status: Alert level 5.

 

>In some dark, testosterone dominated corner of your mind you feel alpha as fuck.

>Four females desire- no- NEED to feel the touch of your magic stick simutaneously in some hot, sordid group sex.

>But you don't hit the baddest chicks, only your special somepony.

>Your body however...

>"Hellooo!~" Flame Dancer coos triumphantly as she glances down to your gym shorts.

Dick, what in the everliving fuck are you doing?

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Goddamnit Dick I thought we had an understanding.

>Look, you're flattered. Really you are. But you'll have to pass.

>A hoof sloooowly begins to stray down your chest... "Your friend here seems to disagree."

>The other mares start to close in. Holy fuck you are about to be gang-raped.

Feelsgoodm-

Shut the fuck up Dick.

 

>Attempting to pull your hands free yields little to no result. You don't dare try harder, lest you manage to successfully break the red mare's telekinetic grip and have the bar and all its weight fall and crush your neck/chest.

>The hoof continues its agonizingly slow descent, and the mares have now also laid their hooves on various parts of your body.

>Flame dancer notices your apprehension and uses her free hoof to turn your head towards her.

>Her already crimson cheeks are so dark they may as well be maroon. She pulls her face close to yours.

>"Just lay back and relax stud. We're about to make you feel all kinds of nice."

>The world slows. Her hoof is about to reach your traitorous genitals, and her lips almost a few inches from your own and closing fast.

>Goodbye sweet monogamy.

>"What is going on here?!"

>The clouds parted and lo, did an angel of heaven descend and deliver unto him salvation.

>A member of the fitness staff, an XBOX HUEG stallion, has just stumbled onto the scene and he looks PISSED.

>Before Flame Dancer can even stutter out an excuse, the stallion stomps up to the bench and rips the bar out of her telekinetic grip, as well as your hands, and rests it.

>You are up and out of there like a fucking shot, leaving the confused staff member to deal with the horny, disappointed mares.

>You feel Flame Dancer's eyes on your back (or more likely your ass) the entire way out of the fitness center.

 

>You slowly plod your way back to your room.

>You are fucking exhausted.

>For supposedly being the first day of your vacation you haven't done any relaxing.

>This sucks.

>You wrench open the door to your room.

>The shower is still going.

>You decide to just let yourself fall forward onto the bed and let sweet, sweet unconciousness take you.