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“I can’t… freaking… believe… you convinced me… to do this…!”
Sussurro glowered at the Doctor, speaking through clenched teeth, as Rhodes Island’s resident tactician did everything in his power to hold back from laughing.
The tiny Vulpo knew very well that the Doctor was prone to shenanigans whenever the landship docked against a sunny, beachy city. But this? This was beyond the pale!
She gulped, glaring down at herself, staring at her own perfectly flat, bare chest.
And as she walked along the shoreline besides the Doctor, she could see that other people were staring at her, too…!
This is mortifying… there’s no way they can’t tell that I’m a woman…!
Sussurro’s steps were rigid and angry as she stalked along the sand, every tiny muscle in her petite frame tensed to the breaking point. The Doctor kept pace beside her, hands neatly folded behind his back, exuding that maddening air of casual confidence.
People were seriously watching. Staring, even. Sussurro could feel it like a hot beam burning along her exposed skin.
Her chest—the ultimate object of humiliation in this “men’s swimsuit challenge”—was out in the open, on display for everyone, completely bare except for the teal of the swim trunks cinched around her hips. There wasn’t even so much as a shadow of cleavage to hide behind. Nothing. Just her own smooth, wiry, Vulpo chest, cool in the salty breeze and dotted with the occasional black Originium crystal.
“Doctor,” she hissed, eyes darting between the Doctor and the leering onlookers. “You said this wouldn’t look weird. That nobody would care. That it was a common challenge…!” Her voice trembled dangerously close to genuine outrage. “You lied to me…!”
The Doctor’s lips twitched with suppressed laughter. “You’re doing much better than I expected, Sussurro,” he murmured, feigning innocence. “See? No one’s said a word. They probably think you’re just a boy.”
Argh! Infuriating!
Sussurro’s tail bristled with indignation, every hair standing on end. Her ears flattened in embarrassment. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to wrap her arms across her chest, but she couldn’t give him the satisfaction.
This is so, SO perverted…!
Every step was torture. Every splash of cool water around her ankles, every whisper of sand against her legs, was a reminder of how utterly exposed she was. She could feel the gazes raking up and down her chest…! The beach was a hellscape of amused, speculative, and downright lecherous stares. Some adults did a double-take and quickly looked away. Others didn’t bother hiding their interest at all.
She caught snippets of conversation as she walked—a sly whistle, a muffled laugh, even a hushed “Wow, look at that, is that…?” She wanted to melt into the ground.
“Doctor…” Her voice dropped even lower, barely audible against the ocean breeze, but sharp as a knife. “If you ever… I mean ever… tell anyone about this, I’ll…!”
The Doctor cocked his head, eyes wide and sparkling with mischief. “You’ll what?” he teased her gently, as though she were a stray kitten and not a mortified battlefield medic. “I think your performance should be rewarded, don’t you?”
She glared, cheeks blazing. “I don’t want a reward. I want a shirt…!”
He grinned, steps slow and measured, watching her out of the corner of his eye. “A deal’s a deal. You walk to the end of the beach, completely topless, and that’s how you win. I promise I’ll reward you then! Cross my heart.”
Liar, she thought savagely. He was enjoying every second of this humiliation…!
He’s lucky I like him so much, or else I’d strangle him the second we get back to the hotel! Hell, I might still do that…!
Sussurro’s fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms, her whole body quivering with a mix of primal outrage and a heat she absolutely refused to name. The Doctor strolled beside her, relaxed and grinning, as though parading her down the boardwalk with her chest completely bare was just another part of his morning routine.
Ugh! Why was she even letting him get away with this?! Sussurro could feel the flush burning all the way up her neck and across her cheeks, her sharp blue-green eyes darting between the Doctor’s infuriatingly calm face and the parade of stares tracking her every move.
She hated this… and yet, deep down, there was something almost electrifying in the humiliation, in the reckless abandon of just putting herself out there, with nothing to hide behind but his words and promises.
The Doctor’s hand slipped into hers with practiced gentleness, his fingers curling around her own. Sussurro nearly jerked away on instinct, but the warmth in his touch—and the way he tangled their hands together despite her resistance—made her pulse stutter. She shot a glare at him, but he only met her eyes with that maddeningly innocent smile, the very picture of ‘supportive companion.’
His voice dropped to a playful murmur, brushing her ears as if they were the only two people on the entire beach. “You’re doing amazing, Sussurro. I knew you could handle this…”
Oh, she was going to handle something, all right…!
Sussurro’s tail bristled with such indignation that a few passersby even stopped to ogle the angry, blonde-furred spectacle bobbing behind her. That made the inferno in her face burn hotter.
There was no safe place to look. If she glanced down, she caught a dizzying view of her own stomach and chest swaying with every step… her skin so pale and smooth, the black Originium crystals gleaming like scandalous piercings. If she looked up, she locked eyes with yet another stranger leering at the show—a couple of men openly gawking, a few women snickering behind their sunglasses. One guy even whistled, long and low, and Sussurro’s ears flattened so hard she could barely hear.
All the while, the Doctor’s thumb brushed soothing little circles over her knuckles, like he was rewarding a particularly good little pet.
She hissed low, barely audible. “If your reward is just some other perverted trick, I swear, Doctor…”
But she knew him too well. It was always something like that. Probably some new creative way to embarrass her, to make her squirm and blush and wonder why she actually… liked it… when he paid so much attention to her.
The water lapped at their ankles, cool and teasing, sending shivers up her bare legs and across her chest—it was so exposed, so vulnerable, every inch tingling with shame and something like anticipation. The breeze licked at her nipples, making them stand out stiff and obvious for all the world to see.
“Mmmmff…”
Heat rushed through Sussurro’s body all at once, an icy prickle radiating from her chest—the stupid, traitorous buds at the very center of her humiliation, now standing out so hard she could barely stand having the wind touch them. Her nipples were practically diamond-tipped. The sensation sent a full-body shiver up her spine, and her ears flattened harder, if that was even possible.
Of course, the Doctor immediately noticed. He let out a tiny, utterly unhelpful hum. “Ahh… didn’t I tell you the sea breeze would have that effect?” His smile was positively beaming, so perfectly, cruelly warm. “You’re honestly adorable when you’re flustered like this. I don’t think you could hide those now even if you begged.”
It was so embarrassing she wanted to punch him, or herself, or maybe just dive into the ocean and swim until she could never be found again. Was it really that obvious? She glanced down, mortified, and there they were, two little peaks standing sharp against her pale skin, shameless and impossible to ignore.
The Doctor squeezed her hand, thumb brushing another maddeningly gentle circle atop her knuckles. “Do you want to borrow my jacket?” he teased, voice barely above a whisper. “It’d be a shame to cover up such a brave show, though. You’re doing great! Really!”
God, he’s so annoying…
Sussurro flushed from the tips of her ears all the way to her stomach, white-hot and sizzling. She swore the world had slowed down just to give everyone on the beach a better view.
And then, the Doctor veered suddenly, pulling her by the hand off the water’s edge and straight toward a bright blue-and-white ice cream stand set up under a striped awning, halfway up the sand.
She balked, stumbling as she realized their destination. “Wha— wait, Doctor, are you serious?!” There were dozens of people milling around; kids, parents, couples, even a knot of teenagers lounging in the shade. All of them right in front of the stand… and now, all of them staring at Sussurro in her ridiculous state!
He didn’t give her an out. Before she could break free he was already shepherding her to the front of the line, their fingers still laced. The Doctor ordered two cones with his usual smooth precision, like nothing about this was odd in any way. He seemed completely at ease, like this was their normal lunch break and Sussurro wasn’t nearly naked.
The effect was instant. People started talking. Whispers, laughs, even a few outright cheers and claps. A little girl waved at her with both hands, and a group of older women in sunglasses called out, “You go, girl!” Another guy muttered, “Damn, the confidence on that one…”
Sussurro just stood there, frozen in the eye of the storm, her chest on full display, every inch of her nerves howling with embarrassment. The stares were triple—or quadruple—the intensity now, and she could feel the flush spreading all the way down her arms.
The Doctor finished his order with a practiced flick of his wrist, the vendor never even batting an eye at the topless, trembling Vulpo at his side. It was like Sussurro’s bare chest was as natural as the rising tide—a living, breathing part of the scenery.
Except every single person in line, and every single person passing by, was staring directly at her.
Her heart thudded in her throat as the Doctor’s hand came to rest gently against her back, the lightest touch but enough to make her tense up all over again. Sussurro couldn’t even focus on the taste of the salt air or the soft, warm sand between her toes. All she could think about was the way her nipples felt, diamond-hard and so humiliatingly obvious, the coolness of the sea breeze and every prying eye burning against her skin.
Something cold and a little bit sticky pressed into her palm—the Doctor had taken the cones, and now he was holding one out for her with a little flourish, like he was offering her the ultimate treat. His smile was so infuriatingly sincere.
“Here you are, Sussurro,” he said softly. “You earned this.”
Sussurro jerked her hand around the cone, still glaring at him, but her fingers shook so much she almost dropped it. She didn’t dare look at the crowd—not with how many heads had turned, and how many people were whispering, or giggling, or blurting out things like, “Wow, she’s actually pulling it off…” or, “Is she really just going to eat ice cream like that?”
There was even a camera flash, somewhere behind her. The humiliation was so intense it made her brain go white for a second.
All the while, the Doctor looked so composed. So proud of her, in this twisted, possessive way. She almost wanted to scream.
But Sussurro had already come this far. She wasn’t about to let him win, or worse, let the onlookers see her falter. The pink in her cheeks and at the tips of her ears might as well have been sunburn—it was impossible to miss.
She took the cone with a huffy little motion, arm locked rigid so her chest stayed out in front, defiantly unhidden. Her nipples ached in the cool shade under the awning; it made her so self-conscious she almost couldn’t breathe.
The Doctor leaned in, voice pitched so only she could hear: “Almost done now, Sussurro. Just a short walk and you’ll be finished. I’m very impressed. You’re being such a good girl for me…”
The words hit her like a rogue wave. Sussurro’s tail bristled out again, trembling behind her. Her breath hitched, eyes going wide and glistening with a completely unfamiliar heat. Nobody’d ever called her that—not in public, not with so many people watching, and definitely not while she was practically naked on a city beach. The way he said it, so calm and pleased—it just made her whole body pulse with a shameful ache and longing, twisting her stomach into hot, fluttering knots.
And the shame tripled, because she could tell the Doctor knew exactly what he was doing to her.
They pressed on down the sand, Sussurro’s bare chest leading the charge whether she liked it or not. More eyes followed them, interest sharpening in the air. A few guys behind them started whistling, long and low. Someone else—a woman, maybe late twenties, voice loud and amused—let out a whoop and called, “You go, cutie!” There was actual applause.
Sussurro’s hands shook harder around her ice cream, the tremble so bad it was a miracle she didn’t drop the cone. Her ears burned hot, and she locked her jaw, refusing to cower or cover herself for so much as a second.
But inside… ahhh, inside, she was throbbing.
Every step, every shudder of her nipples in the breeze, made it worse. Her nipples were so stiff now it almost hurt, cool wind swirling around them, every prying gaze making her clench down below. She swore she could feel the Doctor’s hand on her even though he’d let go, his thumbprint burning into her skin. The way he’d said “good girl” replayed in her head on a dirty little loop.
Just a little further…
The crowd thinned near the end of the beach, but not before a knot of teenagers hollered out a, “Hell yeah!” and one of the braver ones actually snapped a picture. The Doctor just smiled, perfectly serene, touching a gentle hand to the small of Sussurro’s back as if to say, “You’ve got this.” And damn him, she found herself straightening her spine, practically parading her chest in front of all those strangers, even though her face burned with humiliation.
Finally, they arrived at their destination: a pair of oversized, ridiculously luxurious beach chairs under a striped umbrella. There was even a little table with a cooler, bottles of sparkling water, beach towels, the works. A little battery radio played some bouncy city pop in the background.
Sussurro nearly collapsed into her seat, scowling and panting. Her ice cream trembled in her grip, threatening to smear across her knuckles. She was so hot and bothered she could barely see straight.
The Doctor? He just slipped out of his coat, laid it neatly across the chair, and stretched out like a man who’d just won the lottery. He finished the last of his cone in two quick bites, then glanced over at his fox-eared companion with undisguised pride.
She was trembling. Actually trembling. Her chest rose and fell with every ragged breath, those diamond-tipped nipples now flushed a deep pink. She refused to look at him, but her tail was swishing like mad, the fur practically sparkling with electric tension.
He leaned over, lowering his voice to a lazy, filthy purr. “Still with me, Sussurro?” His fingers brushed lightly on her thigh, just above the knee. “Want to tell me how you’re feeling right now? Hm?”
Sussurro shuddered. Actually shuddered, and the air caught in her lungs with a raw, desperate sound she hoped he wouldn’t notice.
“I—I’m… I’m going to kill you. That’s how I feel!” Tears prickled the corners of her eyes as she hissed the words straight through her clenched teeth, ice cream trembling in her fist. “I’m going to drown you in the ocean for this. You, you… manipulative jerk!”
But her voice hiccuped at the end, and instead of venom, it just sounded desperate. Her whole body trembled with adrenaline and something else—it was impossible to hide. The Doctor noticed immediately; of course he did. His eyes flickered, searching her over as if to check for real damage.
For a second, he even looked genuinely concerned. It was like he was only now realizing he might have pushed her too far, and that she could actually snap.
“Are you alright?” he murmured, warmth taking over the smugness just for a split second, as he shifted a little closer, hand reaching out like he wanted to steady her trembling.
But Sussurro shrank away, heat thrumming so hard through her that even his kindness felt unbearable. “S-stay away! Don’t… don’t touch me right now…!”
She expected him to smirk, but he didn’t. He stood there, still and uncertain for once, watching her as the tears spilled out and over her burning cheeks. She almost hated the way he watched her. Like she was breakable. Like her anger was cute.
“I mean it, Doctor! I hate you!” Sussurro choked out, voice catching. “Everyone was staring at me, and you just… you just let them! I hate you, I really do, you pervert…!”
And then, with a trembling squeak of effort, she hurled the ice cream cone at him.
It went wide. Not even close.
The Doctor’s eyebrows shot up in startled amusement as the cone sailed past his head, landing with a pitiful flop in the sand. The air fizzed with a weird, awkward silence—and she could actually see the moment he fought not to laugh. His lips twitched. His eyes sparkled, and then, he lost it: a low, warm chuckle bubbling up and over, lazy and smug and so infuriatingly perfect for how thoroughly he had won over her nerves.
“Aww, Sussurro…” he said, letting his laughter spill out. “You’re adorable. I’m sorry, but you really are.”
That was it. That was the final straw.
She lunged at him.
There was no warning, just a blur of sandy blonde, bristling fur and wet eyes as Sussurro flung herself across the gap between their chairs and started pounding the Doctor’s bare chest with both fists.
THMP! THMP! THMP!
It was like being attacked by a particularly angry, particularly mortified kitten.
Her tiny knuckles pummeled his pectorals: so soft, so small, so utterly helpless. Not one hit hurt in the slightest—in fact, the Doctor didn’t even flinch. He just leaned back slightly in his seat and let her vent, a crooked smile playing on his lips as she vented every ounce of humiliation, rage, and burning arousal he’d just forced upon her.
“You… you disrespectful bastard!” Sussurro yelped, voice cracking. “You smug, evil, controlling man! I trusted you, and you—you showed me off like a trophy! Like some kind of perverted prize…!”
Her fists kept coming, bounce after bounce, landing on the smooth, unyielding warmth of his chest.
Her nipples dragged and ached against the air as she moved, so hard and sensitive that every angry shudder made her hips twitch and her mind short out. She was panting now, little huffs of breath escaping her lips as she punched him over and over, faster and faster, as if she could punish him into submission.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll—I’ll rip your balls off and feed them to Projekt Red! I’ll tell everyone what a gigantic creep you are, you pervert…!”
Her words only made him smile wider. He let her flail, let her snarl and threaten and pound away, his composure perfect—but his hands hovering, ready to catch her if she seriously lost it.
Sussurro kept up her barrage, but the shame and heat had fused together. By now, her arms felt like jelly. Her tail whipped behind her, her ears were flat, and her breath came out in seething little sobs. Every second made her body pulse harder, her nipples pebbling furiously in the open air as they jostled and brushed with every movement.
“You’re so… so… so cruel…” Sussurro sniffled, her face a hot, splotchy mess now. “The worst man alive…!”
And then, she broke. Dropped her head against his chest, fists still battering him, though by now, it was more like clumsy, desperate little thumps. As if she didn’t know whether to sob or just melt into the heat between her thighs and never move again.
The Doctor reached out. This time, he didn’t hesitate. His hands circled her wrists, so gentle—and yet also so incredibly tight and controlling, pinning her tiny hands in place against his chest.
He drew her closer, pressing her up against his body, and she gasped at the sensation of his bare skin against her own trembling, exposed chest.
Sussurro froze. Her cheeks went scarlet as she glared up at him, but the defiance had almost vanished—it was replaced by a wild, glassy-eyed haze that burned with too much feeling: anger, need, shame, want…
“Shh,” the Doctor hummed. “It’s okay. You did so well, Sussurro.”
“For what,” she spat back, but even that was a whisper.
He leaned in until their faces nearly touched. His thumb slid up to brush an Originium crystal at her collarbone, so light, so loving that her knees wobbled.
“For me,” he purred. “Because I asked you. Because you wanted to be good for me…”
Sussurro shuddered. The words hit her like lightning, her blue-green eyes going glassy and wild. She wanted to spit some smart-ass comeback at him, but all that came out was a shaky, hungry little whine…
…and then the Doctor’s mouth was on hers. Kissing her. Kissing her like she was his and only his.
He started soft, lips strong and precise against hers, but Sussurro wasn’t having it gentle—not with everything molten inside her. She pushed up against him, mouth opening hungrily, tongue darting in.
Fuck…
She moaned, actually moaned, heat pulsing up her bare, trembling chest as she fought to get closer, to taste more. Her tail fluffed and twitched wildly behind her. The Doctor made a low, pleased sound and cupped one hand around the back of her head, fingers slipping into the sweat-damp fluff of her hair.
His other hand still pinned her wrists against his chest, controlling her. She felt utterly trapped, and it just made her hornier. She couldn’t stop panting into the kiss, couldn’t stop pushing her soft, sensitive chest up against him. Every shiver of her diamond-hard nipples sent a pulse straight to her soaked cunt.
He really does know exactly what I want…
The Doctor broke the kiss with a messy, wet pop. A thin, glistening thread of saliva still clung between their lips, swaying as Sussurro gasped for air. Her face was a ruined, blushing mess. She looked so far gone it was a miracle she could even see straight. She tried to glare at him, but the effect was ruined by how pitifully needy she looked, mouth open and quivering, forehead still tipped against his.
He just watched her, utterly satisfied, thumb tracing her jaw. After a moment, his hand slid slowly, wickedly down her trembling stomach… until his fingers hooked in the waistband of her swimsuit.
Sussurro inhaled so sharply it was almost a choke. “W-wait, Doctor, don’t, it’s…”
But he’d already tugged the front of her trunks out, just enough to peer down inside.
There it was: her pussy. Wet. Absolutely soaked. She could practically feel the heat radiating off of herself, and she knew, she just fucking knew, that he was getting a perfect view of her arousal. It was humiliating, but so fucking hot at the same time.
He smiled, all teeth and devilish pride. “Just as I thought,” he purred, voice dangerously low. “Good girl… you really do like being shown off.”
Sussurro’s breath hitched, her ears flattening in need.
The Doctor didn’t let go. Instead, he slid his hand all the way around her and pulled her bodily into his lap, making her yelp out loud. She could feel the hard bulge of him pressing right up against her ass. Her legs straddled around him, knees digging into the sun-warmed towel. She was so small compared to him, with her bare, flushed chest pressed up against his sternum.
He cradled her in his arms, one hand steadying her as if she weighed nothing at all. The Doctor had Sussurro pinned against his chest, her trembling, bare skin flush against his, nipples grazing him with every ragged breath.
She barely had time to catch herself. He shifted his grip, powerful hands wrapping around her narrow hips, and then hauled her up into his lap like she was just a plaything for him—a soft, sensitive little doll meant for nothing but his pleasure.
“D-Doctor…!” Sussurro’s voice trembled, sandy blonde hair flopping over her glassy eyes. She was so small on top of him, so delicate, with her thighs straddling his hips and her knees digging desperately into the towel. His bare cock pressed LEWDLY hard against the seat of her trunks, not even hiding how thick and solid he was beneath.
And before she could wriggle away, he guided her up…
…and then dragged her down, grinding her body down against his bulge.
“Ahh…!”
Sussurro jerked, the sound bursting out of her in a startled moan. She shouldn’t have made that noise, shouldn’t have let him hear, but the second her cunt pressed down on his cock—even through the layers of nylon and mesh—it was like an electric shock straight up her spine. Her body lit up, tail fluffed to the max, every muscle clenching with wild, unrestrained heat.
He didn’t give her a single second to catch her breath. The Doctor squeezed her hips and forced her to grind again, harder this time, muffling her with the press of his chest. His body was so much larger and warmer than hers that every movement made her feel like she was being devoured by him, bit by bit, until she forgot what it was like to NOT be pinned between his arms.
“Mmm… ah, nnn…!” Sussurro’s face was a wreck of need and embarrassment, lips parted for short, panicked little gasps. Her nipples dragged furiously against his skin, throbbing a molten pulse of heat through her bust. She wanted to glare at him, but her eyes kept fluttering shut every time he bucked his hips up, making her dry-hump against him again and again.
“That’s it,” the Doctor murmured, his lips pressed so close it was practically a growl. “Keep riding, Sussurro. You want relief so badly, don’t you…?”
She shook her head, but her hips twitched down of their own accord, rutting softly against the thick, relentless ridge of his covered cock. Diamond-bright pleasure exploded through her, hot flush shooting from tip to tail—and every time she ground, she couldn’t help but let out a pitiful, desperate grunt.
“Look at you,” he whispered, dirty and dark. “All the way out here, in broad daylight, fucking yourself on my cock…”
“St… stop saying… ngh…!”
But Sussurro couldn’t stop. She bounced and shuddered helplessly, arms locked up against his chest, tail bristling and ears flat with shame. Every roll of her hips made her clit grind hard against the Doctor’s bulge, the head of his cock perfectly situated for her, lining up to grind every single teasing pulse right into the hottest spot on her body.
“Careful, Sussurro,” the Doctor rumbled in her ear, voice barely a breath. “You’re making a lot of noise, aren’t you?”
“Ngh… I—I’m not…!” Sussurro tried to snarl at him, but the sound dissolved into a needy gasp, her spine arching as she clamped down with shaking thighs. Her hips twitched forward, desperate for more friction, and there was no way he didn’t notice the way she pressed herself down on him, needy and wild.
The Doctor’s hand wrapped tight around her hips, guiding every rutting grind, and his smile turned devilish.
“Can you feel all those eyes, Sussurro?” he murmured, letting his tongue flick the curve of her ear. “There’s people everywhere. Setting up chairs, umbrellas, just a few steps away… can you imagine if they got a little closer? Can you imagine if they really saw what you’re doing in my lap, or if you moaned too loud and they all got curious?”
She went rigid, back seizing as a bolt of panic ripped through her haze. Sussurro’s ears twitched, tail fluffing out wide.
No way… no way, can they see…?
She darted a frantic glance over her shoulder and almost choked. Just a bit down the sand, three strangers had started unpacking their beach gear, chattering and laughing as they hammered parasol spikes into the ground. Two of them looked up, and Sussurro froze—they were definitely looking her way. Watching. But… they couldn’t actually see, right? Not with her perched on the Doctor’s lap like this, not with his arm braced across her back and her own body so, so small against his… right?
She didn’t dare move, barely dared to breathe.
But the Doctor just pressed his hand harder into the small of her back, pinning her more tightly against him. “Shhh,” he breathed, filthy and gentle all at once. “If you let yourself get carried away, they’ll know. You don’t want everyone to know you’re desperate to cum for me, right out here like a little bitch in heat… do you?”
“Gh…!” Sussurro could barely keep her cunt from clenching at that, heat shooting through every nerve.
And then, without warning, the Doctor’s hand slid down, all the way under her trunks, until cool fingers slipped right between her soaked folds and pressed hard against her pussy.
The reaction was instant.
Sussurro bucked, whole body jolting like she’d just been electrocuted. A choked little moan jumped out of her mouth, louder than she meant, and she slapped her hand over her lips just in time to muffle another squeal.
The Doctor’s grin was wolfish. He pressed two fingers between her lips and circled her clit in slow, devastating little swirls.
“Already this wet? You dirty, dirty fox,” he whispered. He flexed his wrist and shoved in deep, fingers plunging straight into her needy cunt. “What would everyone say if they could see you now?” the Doctor taunted, never slowing his relentless rhythm.
Sussurro’s whole body jerked in his lap, back arching, mouth falling open on a gasp that she barely caught in time with the heel of her palm. It was almost impossible to hold her voice in when the Doctor’s fingers pistoned inside her pussy, curling so perfectly that the pressure and pleasure felt almost unreal—
Her hips bucked, rutting down onto his hand. “Mfff-!” she whimpered, breath clawing ragged at her throat. “Ah, ngh, ahh…!”
“That’s right. Keep cumming for me. Be a good girl and let it all out…” The Doctor’s lips grazed the curve of her ear, tongue flicking against the sensitive fur before he bit down. “Do it right here. Right on my lap.”
The words alone made her squeeze around his fingers, and the next stroke sent a shockwave right through her clit. Her head snapped back, banging against his shoulder as her whole body locked up.
And then she shattered.
Sussurro came so hard she almost blacked out, her petite body trembling and spasming in his arms. Her thighs clamped tight around his hips, the soaked gusset of her swim trunks grinding hard against the heel of his palm. Dripping, messy heat gushed around his fingers with every frantic squeeze of her cunt, the sensations so sharp and bright she couldn’t stop shaking.
“MMMMMmmff!!” Sussurro slammed her hand over her mouth, squeezing her lips shut as she shook and pulsed around the Doctor’s fingers. She bit down on her knuckles, desperate not to squeal—but she was failing, failing so hard, soft choked moans escaping in little bursts anyway.
This was insane. She could barely THINK!
“Beautiful.” The Doctor purred the word right into her ear, savoring the helpless way she milked his fingers, soaking his hand and the lining of her swim trunks. “So sensitive. Did you want to cum all over my lap in public that badly?”
Sussurro could only shudder, her tail bristling stiff with aftershocks. Her face was a wreck, tears glimmering at the corners of her eyes; her whole body hummed, nerves sparking from tip to tail.
But the Doctor wasn’t finished. Not even close.
With effortless strength, he flipped her, tugging the waistband of her trunks down around her thighs. She gasped, too dizzy to protest, as he bent her legs and rolled her flush against his chest.
He was much bigger than her, and so much stronger. The Doctor pulled out his cock, already thick and hard and glistening, and lined it up against her soaked slit. His other arm wrapped around her middle, locking her in place with her back pressed tight to his front; spooning her, holding her like she was a body pillow or a plush toy he owned completely.
Her bare chest heaved with every breath, nipples stiff and frantic from earlier, still on display for anyone who happened to glance their way. Farther down the beach, three strangers unpacked their lunch in complete ignorance; just a few meters away, a family set up in the sand, laughing at something on a beach blanket, all of them totally oblivious to the depravity playing out in the shade of a striped umbrella that wasn’t too far away.
Sussurro’s world narrowed to the Doctor’s body pressed behind her, his bare chest searing heat into her back, one huge arm wrapped around her twitching middle, the other reaching down and locking her hips in place. Her whole body shook with aftershocks, nipples still diamond-hard and tingling, her wet slit already glistening and parted by the broad, thick head of his cock. The Doctor’s thumb pressed down, pinning her right where he wanted her; there was no escape, not even the illusion of it.
“Ready, darling?” the Doctor purred, his lips at the curve of her ear, breath wickedly warm even as his voice stayed soft and measured. “You’re so sensitive now… let’s see how well you can behave.”
He ground the leaking tip of his cock up and down her slit, spreading the creamy slickness already pooling at her entrance. Sussurro hiccuped, a desperate sound shivering up her throat. She wanted to tell him to wait, to slow down, but all that came out was a broken little whine…
And just like that, he slid inside. No further warning. Not even the pretense of gentleness. The Doctor just lined himself up and pushed, splitting her small, hypersensitive cunt inch by inch, until every thick ridge of him was buried to the hilt.
Sussurro’s vision blurred. Her back arched, toes curling against the sun-warmed towel. “Nnnh… gghh…!” Her hand flew up, desperate to muffle the strangled moan ripping out of her chest. But it was hopeless. The pressure, the heat, the sudden fullness—it was all too much. She could barely keep from screaming.
The Doctor’s hand snaked up, strong fingers prying her arm away. He tangled his hand with hers, guiding it gently but so firmly up to her mouth. Then, with a filthy, affectionate little nudge, he stuck two fingers between her lips, pressing them past her stubby canines and right onto her tongue.
“Shhh, little fox,” he murmured, tongue tracing the shell of her ear. “We can’t have you getting us caught now, can we? Be a good girl and suck on my fingers, Sussurro. Just, nnngh, lie there, while I fuck you real good…”
She whimpered, but the command went straight to her head. Sussurro clamped her lips around his hand, blush flaming all the way down her neck. Even her ears shook with shame. But… god, it helped. Every time the Doctor’s thick cock bottomed out in her, threatening to make her howl for him, all that noise just exploded around his fingers instead.
He started fucking her in long, slow thrusts, grinding each stroke deep as far as she could take him. His pace was unhurried, perfectly in control; he rocked into her with ruthless, steady force, making her tits bounce and her flushed, pinned little body squirm. Every movement made her clit grind against his base, sending lightning through her all over again.
Sussurro gasped. She tried to jerk away, even now, every muscle in her small body clenching up—but the Doctor just locked his arm tighter around her, spooning her in place so she couldn’t even squirm. Every thick, slow grind split her open all over again, the head of his cock rutting so deep it stole the air from her lungs. Her vision blurred white at the edges.
“Shh. Good girls like you need to stay quiet, Sussurro,” he murmured, breath hot against her fluffy ear. “You don’t want everyone to know what’s happening under this umbrella, do you? You don’t want anyone to see the Doctor’s little fucktoy melting on his cock…”
She whined around his fingers, still in her mouth, biting down on them hard, but it wasn’t a threat—it was desperate. Sussurro’s entire body trembled, pinned helplessly in his embrace, nipples rigid and burning where they brushed the air and the beach chair beneath her writhing, sweat-gleaming body. The blush was everywhere, from her chest and cheeks to the base of her tail, which flicked and bristled wild behind her, up against the Doctor’s chest, trembling with every thrust.
On the far edge of the shoreline, people came and went. Strangers dragged chairs, hammered in parasols, and laughed over beach snacks, all of them practically a stone’s throw away, all utterly oblivious to the depravity happening behind their backs. Sussurro could watch them. She had to, because the Doctor had her rolled up in his lap and couldn’t move except to stare at the brightly clothed tourists and pretend nothing was wrong.
He’s fucking me so hard I can barely think…!
Forcing me to see all these people… gah…!
God, please… they better not come over here…!
Her legs trembled, swim trunks halfway off, pussy stretched and stuffed full of the Doctor’s cock. She sobbed out moans around his fingers, helpless, each time he bottomed out and rolled his hips just right. “Nnnnph! Nngh! Nnnnphh…!”
It was so much. Sussurro’s mind melted, every stroke setting off little fireworks inside her, every thick rutting grind making her clench and spasm and drool around the Doctor’s fingers. There was nothing for her to do except pant and shake and soak everything he touched.
And he was so strong, holding her pinned, using her as a plush toy for his own pleasure. Equal parts gentle and so merciless, not giving her even a second to collect herself. The Doctor just rutted up into her with slow, possessive strokes, like he had all day, all summer, to fuck her senseless and wring every last bit of noise from her as long as she kept sucking his fingers.
“Good girl,” he purred in her ear, nudging his cock deeper inside. “Keep sucking for me. Show me how much you love being filled up like this, Sussurro…”
She whimpered, slobbering helplessly around his hand. It wasn’t even embarrassing anymore—it was animal. Her chest heaved as she moaned and drooled, her petite body totally lost in debauched pleasure—the constant, pounding fullness inside her, the sticky, hot friction of his cock splitting her open, the humiliating helplessness of being held in place on his lap like a fucktoy.
Every thrust made her legs spasm, her wet, diamond-hard nipples dragging lewd little streaks on the towel, her vision going fuzzy white. She was so close, so sensitive, she couldn’t even keep track of the strangers setting up umbrellas a good distance away. God, what if they peeked under their umbrella and caught her like this…?
But the Doctor wanted her wild and desperate—he groaned right behind her, fingers pushing deeper past her lips, fucking her mouth with his fingers in time with the slow, ruthless grind of his hips. His other arm flexed around her, keeping Sussurro’s tiny frame locked tight to his bare chest, making her feel impossibly small, completely possessed.
“Fuck, you’re incredible like this,” the Doctor whispered, tongue flicking her ear as he rammed in even deeper, not slowing for a second. “Do you want me to cum inside you, Sussurro? You want to feel me fill your tight little pussy and stuff you so full it runs down your thighs…?”
The words made Sussurro’s core clench hard, her tail bristling out behind her in panic and arousal. She whined helplessly around the Doctor’s fingers, drool pooling in the corners of her mouth, her chest shuddering with every brutal thrust.
“Such a messy girl… so greedy for my cock and my cum… do you think you can take all of it, little fox?” The Doctor rutted her faster now, each stroke hitting deeper and harder, his cock thickening as he built toward climax. The wet, sticky slap of their bodies grew louder—it was a miracle nobody heard. “I’m gonna cum for you, Sussurro. I’m gonna empty myself inside your cute, desperate cunt, and you’re gonna take it all, right here…!”
Sussurro’s whole body tensed violently, tail jerking upright, thighs clamping down tight on the Doctor’s hips. The thought of him filling her up, right here where anyone could see, was too much. She shattered, her back arching, voice caught in a sobbing, muffled scream around his fingers.
“Nnnnphhh!!! MMFFF! MMMM!!”
She came so hard she saw stars, her entire pussy milking the Doctor’s cock, clenching and shuddering and drooling slick down his length. Her cunt squeezed and fluttered, desperate, every muscle trembling as his cock speared her open over and over…
He wasn’t stopping! Not even as her orgasm wracked her body, the Doctor just growled and hammered her harder, fucking through her climax until her little body couldn’t stop shaking.
The tip of his cock flared inside her, throbbing hot; he bared his teeth, lips at her ear…
“Good girl,” he purred, voice filthy and affectionate and perfect for breaking her. “Here it comes…!”
He didn’t give her a second to brace herself.
With a filthy, guttural snarl, the Doctor gripped Sussurro’s waist even tighter, pinning her trembling frame in his lap as his cock pulsed, thick and deep, inside her writhing cunt. “Nnh, yes… that’s it… take every drop…” he growled right into the quivering fur of her ear.
Sussurro sobbed, helpless around his fingers, barely able to breathe as he rammed himself deep, burying the entire length of him in her soaked pussy. She could feel him throb, thick and hard and merciless, and then—
He erupted inside her.
Hot, gooey ropes of cum flooded her tight pussy, splattering straight against her womb. There was so much of it, she could almost hear as well as feel the obscene slosh of his seed stuffing her, stretching her so full the pressure alone made her hips buck uncontrollably.
Sussurro’s vision went white. Her whole body jerked and spasmed in his arms, the Doctor’s fingers stuffed in her mouth to muffle the shriek as she came again, pure overload. She could feel each pulse, each insane surge of heat as his cock twitched, unloading wave after wave. It was so much, the sticky mess shot right back out around the base of his cock, immediately dribbling down along her thighs and splattering the towel underneath.
“Ahhhh, good girl… so greedy, aren’t you…” the Doctor crooned, voice deep and spent, squeezing her whole middle possessively as if to force her to absorb every last drop. “Let’s see how much you can really take, Sussurro…!”
She couldn’t answer. Couldn’t even think to. All that escaped was a weak, broken moan, the taste of his hand filling her mouth while the rest of her overflowed with his seed.
Sussurro’s body just… seized. Her tail fluffed out to the max, toes curling, sweat streaking down every inch of shivering fur and exposed skin. There was no control. She was the Doctor’s toy, melting and leaking and cumming so hard she saw actual stars behind her eyes.
Everything snapped to black as Sussurro—completely and utterly overwhelmed—finally passed out.
And then… nothing.
* * *
When the world came back, it was in dizzy, blurry pieces.
She was lying down on a beach chair, wrapped in something soft and dry—a big, fluffy beach towel. Her limbs were like melted jelly, tingling weakly with aftershocks. It was warm, but not sunburn-hot; there was a cool shade above her, blocky stripes of navy and white stretching over the sand.
Somewhere, pastel city pop drifted through a cheap radio speaker. And right beside her, absolutely impossible to ignore, was the Doctor: smug, shirtless, stretched out on his own chair and watching her with the laziest, most victorious smile she’d ever seen.
Oh no. Oh god… he was looking at her like a satisfied cat who’d just eaten his fill and then licked the plate clean.
Just thinking about it made her legs clench together, the muscles in her thighs trembling with little ripples of aftershock. That oversensitive, almost electric ache… she couldn’t get rid of it. Not after what he did to her out here.
Her face burned red as soon as she realized: she was still leaking. Actually leaking. There was a slick, messy heat between her legs, and Sussurro was sure that if she so much as tried to stand up, the Doctor’s cum would dribble down the insides of her thighs for everyone in a ten-meter radius to see.
God, she was a disaster…!
And the smug bastard beside her wasn’t even trying to hide how pleased he was.
The Doctor stretched his arms behind his head, completely at ease, and turned to look at her with a kind of lazy affection that made Sussurro’s chest twist up all over again. He was so calm, so satisfied… made her want to throw him into the ocean… if she could manage to throw him at all.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Sussurro?” The Doctor’s voice was so gentle, almost too sweet, but he didn’t even bother pretending he wasn’t teasing her. His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Was it as much fun as I promised you?”
Hah. Fun? She could barely breathe. If anything, she was seconds away from self-combustion.
Sussurro hissed, tightening the towel around her chest and baring her teeth at him. “Oh, yeah, I ‘enjoyed’ getting paraded around like your stupid little trophy,” she snapped. “My nipples still feel like they’re going to fall off from how hard you made them, and I’m so wet I can barely think straight! You’re such a goddamn pervert, Doctor! An absolute jerk!”
But her voice cracked on the last word, and even she could hear the way her tone went all soft and needy at the end. God, what was wrong with her?
She tried again, cheeks puffed up and ears flat with embarrassment. “I hope you’re happy with yourself, you creep… I’m never letting you get away with something like that again! Never!”
The Doctor smiled, slow and warm, as if nothing in the world could make him happier than seeing her like this: flushed, trembling, and wrecked but still unwilling to just admit it.
They looked at each other, and for a long second, neither of them said anything. The salt breeze whirled through the shade beneath the umbrella. Somewhere across the sand, a kid shrieked in delight, but out here, they might as well have been the only two people alive. Sussurro’s tail curled in, wagging shyly under the towel.
Her thighs squeezed together, the slippery heat between them making her pulse hammer out of control. She hated how much she wanted him to touch her again, right here, even after everything, even when her cunt was drooling cum all down her legs…
The Doctor watched her, eyes softening for just a moment, and then he grinned. “You’re very cute when you’re angry,” he murmured.
It made Sussurro’s tail twitch so hard she almost unraveled the whole towel again. She curled in tighter, eyes flashing. “Shut up,” she shot back breathlessly. “God, just… haven’t you embarrassed me enough for one day?!”
But there was no hiding the way her thighs squeezed together, or how the flush kept blooming down her neck, deeper than any sunburn.
“God,” she grumbled, “what am I gonna do with you…”
The Doctor’s smile was downright infectious. In the lull between them, he found it more than fair to stand up and grab his coat from where he’d left it. Then he helped Sussurro from out of her beach towel burrito, and he helped her get his coat on, thereby saving her from the indignity of having to walk back to Rhodes Island topless.
“Hah… that’s more like it,” said Sussurro. “Now get me another ice cream, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll forgive you for all that you’ve done…”
She watched him stroll off toward the ice cream stand, and she delved even deeper into the Doctor’s coat, like some little fox at rest in her favorite burrow. And when she watched him go, she did so with a bashful smile.
“…freaking pervert…” ❤️