It was a beautiful day outside. The pink sun sprayed Cerinia with with a warm and pungent feeling. It was so pervasive in fact; one could feel the photons go through their clothes and embrace their most sensitive body parts. The dark, heart shaped leaves of the native flora consumed the light intimately as they slowly bobbed in the air.
The black, purple, and blue fronds of the palm trees shaded the onyx water of the lake, which was massive both in size and popularity among the denizens of the area. Its shores were lined by cerulean colored vixens, each with sandy melons and roasting peaches. The water was the playground of the men, huge canine beasts with taut muscular flesh and juicy hard pecks the size pancakes. The Cerenian truly was the most sexually dimorphic animal within a hundred light years.
The men pulverized the water as they murdered the lake's wildlife, played manlyball, and fought over who had the biggest merchandise. The vixens just laid at the edge. Some of them were doing their nails, others were reading magazines. However, most of all the vixens liked to gossip, spreading horrible rumors about each other.
"Macy over there, the Vixen with the horrid furcut," Stacy told Lacy.
"Yeah?! Yeah?!" Lacy replied.
"Macy gets a kick out of-," Stacy said with her hears back, cutting herself off then finishing her sentence with a tiny whisper in Lacy's ear.
"No!" Lacy wagged her tail as she inhaled the bad news.
"That's not all," Stacy complained.
"Oh?" Lacy scooched her sunburnt hide closer.
"She asked me if I could convince my Chad to… go with her and her Brad for a night!" Stacy whispered with rage.
Lacy then screeched at the top of her voice getting the attention of several others.
"And she only was offering to pay 20 yips, so I was like 'fuck off bitch!'!" Stacy told her.
"Oh man! You go vixy!" Lacy yipped.
Macy glared over from the end of the swimming area and got up, sand dribbling from out of her bikini top.
Stacy and Lacy gasped in terror.
Macy stomped over like a powered-up anime hero. "What the fuck are you saying about me, you little bitches?! I'll have you know that I do not masturbate, and I never told you to tell Chad to do anything!"
Lacy glanced down and felt a very warm wetness manifest in her bikini bottom. "You too have fun with this without me, I need to take a little dip," she said as a cover up. She got up and quickly dashed off into the water with the men.
Macy was staring at Stacy with such intensity that it felt like Macy was burning a hole in her.
"Well…wh-what do you want?" Stacy whimpered like a sore loser.
"You are going to apologize, and admit you were spreading a lie," Macy asserted.
"…and if I don't?" Stacy pondered.
"I will take a fist full of sand and shove it so far up your coochie that when you have kits the parenthood test will say that the father is the sandman," Macy gargled furiously.
Stacy sat for a moment then screamed. "Chad! Chad! Macy is going to violate me with the sand!"
A huge blue cerinian man shot up from under the water looking sternly at the shore. "The sand?!" He bellowed in shock as he swam like a bullet through the dark lake water.
Macy looked over seeing the big fanged monster zooming towards the shore and panicked. "Brad, come help me here!"
Another huge blue cerinian man erupted from under the sand behind them. "I'm here."
"Pulverize these two festering mange fests into smithereens baby!"
"Can do!" Brad bellowed as he prepared to smash Stacy's face into nothing
Just as Brad's fist was about to hit Stacy, Chad blasted out of the water and trapped Brad's fist in his maw, mutilating it with his big fat dagger like teeth.
Brad screeched in low pitch as he was yanked back into a dune by Chad. He heard a disgusting pop as his arm was dislocated.
Chad landed face first into the dune while Brad was bashed back first into the ground.
"I give up! I give up! Let go!" Brad cried.
Chad popped his head out from the dune and let Brad's hand out form his maw.
Brad's finger was almost completely split open, dark blue gunk oozed out. He could almost see his bone!
"You have failed to protect my honor, I'm leaving you," Macy told Brad as he sat staining the sand in extreme pain. She walked off shaking with ass with sass.
"Let's get some ice cream!" Chad suggested to Stacy, sun shining on her fur perfectly.
"That sounds like afterlife honey!" She agreed.
Brad was left alone next to the dune sobbing as if he had just been castrated. None of the other cerenian men or vixens paid any attention. This happened every day to at least one poor sap. Sympathy for others was also considered a fairly emasculating thing on Cerinia at the time. Despite this, someone or something was still watching him as he stained a frowny face in the sand with his wound.
In fact, it was in a lake beach bush nearby from which Brad was being watched. It was a very ugly and sickly bush. The bush was a disgusting shade of green, very abnormal for cerinian plant life. Inside the bush was something even worse. He was a small decrepit man, highly abnormal for men on Cerenia. He also had mis pigmented fur as well, an eye bleeding lime green. Lime green fur was also very uncommon among cerinians. His putrid fur color could never compare to the sexy royal blue that any healthy cerinian of either sex would sport.
He saw Brad, Brad's defeat was so humiliating that it brought him down to his level. Now that Brad was a loser this man could talk with him. He finally decided to announce his existence to this Brad.
"Hey," a tiny weak male voice screeched from the bush.
Brad heard this and jumped! "What?!"
"Over here big guy." The voice repeated itself from the direction of the bush.
Brad looked around cluelessly "…God? Is that you? You sound like a little bitch."
"I'm not god or a little bitch," He said. "My name is Tofu."
"W-what kind of name is that?" Brad said staring at the sky.
"Look, I'm in the bush," Tofu whined.
Brad froze for a second thinking, then looked down at his crotch and inside his speedo.
"No! The plant! The rare green lake beach bush!" Tofu pleaded for attention.
Brad looked over at the plant. "Oh, I see."
"Yep," Tofu yipped.
They sat in akward silence for a moment.
"So come out," Brad said.
"That's not a good idea," Tofu replied.
"Why not bro?" Brad asked.
"I- uh," Tofu struggled.
Brad walked over and stuck his big ass head into the bush.
Tofu gasped.
"Hah!" Brad yelled in his face. "What a joke! What are you supposed to be?"
"A…a man?" Tofu guessed.
"Of what species? You come hear from Murs or something?'' Brad laughed.
"I'm just a cerenian with some bad genes," he tried to say calmly.
"Whatever, what did you want to talk about anyway dude?" Brad interrogated.
"I just saw you got dumped," Tofu said.
Brad loomed over the bush in a menacing T-pose. "What's it to you?" he barked.
"You…you think that Macy could be my type maybe?" Tofu said with his tiny face then gulped.
Brad stood for a second with an expression of pure disgust then grasped the little mutant's neck.
"I- I'm so-or-oreeeey!" Tofu gurgled as he was held out of the bush and into the air.
"Go home little green man!" Brad taunted. Without warning Brandon yeeted Tofu with all of his might into the forest.
Tofu screeched as he tumbled through the air and was slapped by countless tropical fronds. He must had landed about 100 yards away! He landed ass first into a ditch, fracturing his tailbones into many pieces. The blackness of the small stream hid his diseased teal hemolymph as it came out in chunks from his new tail wounds. Tofu breathed deeply to avoid both the physical and emotional pain he was experience.
The truth is that he was at the lake in that bush watching Macy, Lacy, Stacy, and all the other 'Acies. He had known many of them since he was young. He had always thought he would marry one someday, but it seemed like they all either hated him, were indifferent to him, or didn't remember him. The reason why he belittled me so just now, and threw me into the woods, he thought to himself; It's the same reason why I can't mate. What's the use in asking anymore? I've known this for a long time.
His psychical pain went away after about an hour of moping in the ditch, after that he could then get up and crawl out of the ditch. He looked at his cracked analogue watch. It was almost about three sessions past highest light. "Damnit, I almost forgot the meeting at the restaurant is today! I'm a terrible club president!" He reminded himself in shock." He promptly scurried away from the ditch and into the thickness of the undergrowth.