Surf, sun and… an unusually quiet beach with only a few trolls here and there, and one pirate laid out on a towel trying to bake in the sun. Fishuli waited for days where it wasn’t so busy. Easier to wear a speedo without people calling him daddy. He never understood why, he wasn’t a father and never planned on it. Regardless, with shades on and body baking he was soaking up all the rays he could. Until suddenly the sun vanished and he was left with a dark patch covering him.Peaking from under his shades, his eyes went wide as they traveled up a thick pair of legs, a girthy ahem waist, a broad fur covered chest and resting finally upon a handsome bearded face with long curved tusks. Fishuli had to do a double take up and down. How did he not hear this unit approaching? He opened his mouth to speak before-“Ya look like ya need some lotion there,” he said with a wide grin, a bottle of lotion already in hand. How convenient. He was already getting his hands good and covered while Fishuli was still trying to get a word in.“Well… I mean, I guess it wouldn-” But before he could finish the large fuzzy troll was already upon him and straddling his waist, making himself quite at home. “Ah, good! Now relax while Ko’ya takes care o’ ya,” he said with a flirtatious tone to his deep voice. His hands pressed onto Fishuli’s pecs as he applied the lotion, making a dark blush cross his cheeks. Ko’ya merrily hummed to himself as he rubbed down the pirate’s chest while the troll in question tried to keep his mind on other things. The beach may have been quieter but he still didn’t want to make a scene. “Well,” he thought to himself, “at least the view is good.”
