Chapter 2: An Unusual Encounter

Crash Bandicoot let out a yawn as he began stirring out of his slumber. He blinked as a harsh fluorescent light blinded him. He tried to rub his eyes, but he couldn't move his arm. He pulled with all of his might, but it felt like something was holding him back.

Slowly coming to, Crash looked up and saw that his arms were binded by a large metal shackle that had pinned him to the wall.

Realizing his predicament, Crash frantically looked all around and saw that he was no longer in his living room. Instead, he was being held captive in what looked like a sci-fi prison. It was a barren white room with only thick black bars breaking the white.

He wondered where he was and how he even got there.

Suddenly, on the other side of the bars, a large metal door slid open. Two blue-skinned guards strode in, their movements synchronized with military precision, each step echoing in the otherwise silent room.

Crash raised an eyebrow as the guards looked awfully familiar.

"Here's the specimen you requested, sir," one of them announced, a smug grin plastered across his face.

Crash's mouth dropped as two familiar foes walked into the room.

It was Dr. Nefarious Tropy, smiling wickedly at Crash, along with his female counterpart from an alternate dimension.

"Well, well, Crash Bandicoot…" sneered Dr. N. Tropy. "Thought you had gotten rid of us, eh?"

The female Tropy laughed, her voice dripping with triumph. "Instead, you sent us to the place that is built solely to cater to us! Where we rule as supreme leaders!"

Crash pulled at the shackles. He tried everything, but he couldn't break them and free himself.

"And now, you and your bandicoot friends shall suffer," growled N. Tropy. He clenched his fists as he glared at Crash.

He then looked up and saw that Crash was the only one inside the cell. "Hold on," said N. Tropy. "Where are the other two?"

The guards stammered. "Our apologies, sir," one of them said, their voice shaking. "We—we were unable to locate either of them!"

"What?! You brain-dead buffoons! Imbeciles!" snapped Tropy. "We gave you only one job, and you couldn't even…!"

N. Tropy was ready to grab the guard by the throat, but he was stopped by his counterpart. "Nevermind that, dear," she said, reassuringly, "they will be eliminated with ease once our Multiverse Annihilator is activated."

The female N. Tropy then turned back to Crash. "But first," she said, lifting her tuning fork up to Crash's face, "we must deal with you."

Crash gulped, as he could only whimper helplessly as the tuning fork began to glow ominously.

MEANWHILE

A swirling, green rift portal materialized on the desolate beach of a remote island, just a few miles away from N. Sanity Island. Tawna Bandicoot, multiverse adventurer, emerged from the portal with a graceful leap, her landing cushioned by the sandy beach.

As the portal fizzled out behind her, she turned her attention to the portal gun, a prized souvenir she managed to "procure" from one of her countless adventures across the multiverse.

"Man, I love this thing," she said as she kissed it. "I'm sure that looney doctor won't miss it."

She stowed the portal gun in her pockets. She looked around and saw that she was now on a luscious green tropical island. The pristine clear ocean water lapped around her feet as she gazed upon the dense green jungle and mountainous high peaks.

She knew right away where she had ended up.

"Oh, no way! I'm back here?!" she asked, excitedly.

She then had a sly smile on her face as she looked around to make sure no one was watching. "Hmmm…y'know, it's been a while since I got to do this," she said as she took off her brown leather jacket.

She let it fall to the sand with a soft thud. She then unfastened her belt, letting it drop beside her jacket.

She then peeled off her pink shirt, letting out a sigh of relief as her large breasts hang freely, no longer constricted by a tight shirt. Tawna giggled as she rubbed them sensually and made them swing to-and-fro.

The warm tropical breeze felt amazing brushing against her fur, but she didn't stop there. She kicked off her boots and socks, tossing them aside with a chuckle. She then slid her jeans and panties down to her ankles, kicking them off and into the pile of clothes beside her.

Tawna now stood on the beach completely naked!

"Oh yeah," she sighed, as she stretched her arms out wide, letting her chest soak in the sun. "It's naked time!"

This island held a special place in Tawna's heart. In-between her various adventures across dimensions, she always liked coming back here, to her own paradise island to unwind.

And more importantly…to undress.

Perhaps it was her primal instincts of her being half-bandicoot, but she loved to be nude. Of course she knew that she had to be clothed in just about every place she comes across. But anytime she managed to find a secluded place, everything was coming right off!

For Tawna, there was no greater feeling than feeling the wind all over her body, especially between her legs and under her breasts.

Well…maybe besides skinny-dipping.

After getting her fill of sunshine, Tawna wasted no time charging into the sea to enjoy a clothes-free swim.

The moment she hit the water, she felt a rush of exhilaration as the cool waves lapped around her. She let out a joyous laugh as she dove beneath the surface, swimming effortlessly with the current. She could even see some small fish and sea shells swirling around.

She resurfaced, brushing her hair back, sending droplets of water flying through the air in an arc. "This is what real freedom feels like," she sighed.

She then spent the next few minutes floating on her back, staring up at the clouds in the sky. Her thoughts began to wander, as she thought back to her more recent adventures through the multiverse.

But even after raiding tombs, escaping erupting volcanoes, and winning an intergalactic pro wrestling tournament, nothing compared to when she teamed up with Crash and Coco to stop Dr. N Tropy and her male counterpart from ruining the dimensions.

"It was nice to be with them again," she murmured to herself, "well…they weren't my Crash and Coco, but still…"

Eventually, she walked back onto the shore, water dripping down her nude body. She wrung the water out of her hair and let the sun dry her body naturally.

It was then that she noticed Wumpa Island off in the distance. "Huh…I wonder if I should pay them a visit," she pondered. "It's been a while since we last saw each other."

She looked down at her body. "Hmmm…I wonder if they would be cool with…"

She thought about it for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. "Nah, they wouldn't," she said. "Especially not Coco. She seems too prudish for that."

Tawna took one last glance at Wumpa Island, a playful smile creeping onto her face. With a determined sigh, she grabbed her grappling hook from where she had set it down earlier, its sturdy handle feeling reassuring in her hand. "Time to let out my inner Tarzan!" she declared, her adventurous spirit ignited.

With a quick flick of her wrist, she swung the grappling hook up into the trees, the hook catching on a sturdy branch. With a swift motion, she launched herself into the air and she disappeared into the thick jungle.

She was so focused on swinging nude through the jungle that she failed to notice another pile of clothes different from her own lying on the sand.

Tawna soared through the jungle, the wind whipping past her. The lush green leaves blurred around her, and the thrill of the swing sent a rush of excitement through her. Each swing felt more exhilarating than the last.

With every leap off a tree branch, her laughter echoed through the dense canopy of the trees. "Woohoo!" she shouted, feeling as if nothing could stop her in this moment of pure freedom.

Just then, she heard a faint sound echo through the jungle. Tawna landed on a branch and stopped to listen to it. The sound came again. To Tawna, it sounded like an ape man hollering to scare the other animals away.

"That's weird," she murmured.

She waited for the sound to come again, but all she could hear were the leaves lightly rustling and the birds chirping. "Hmmm…guess I just imagined it," she said.

Putting her brave face on again, Tawna shot her grappling hook up towards a higher branch and continued her naked traversal through the jungle.

Tawna swung from branch-to-branch, occasionally hopping off tree trunks and branches, and weaving through the jungle, her heart pounding with anticipation.

But then, as she rounded a thick trunk, she saw a large orange marsupial pop out from above the tree leaves. "Huh?!" she exclaimed, confused.

The marsupial looked back at her with an equally startled expression. But before either could react or change direction, they slammed into each other mid-air with a loud thud, their limbs tangling as their momentum came to an abrupt halt.

Both Tawna and the mystery creature screamed as they plummeted to the ground below, slamming into tree branches along the way.

Tawna landed with a hard thud right on her back with the mystery creature landing right on top of her, the impact nearly taking the wind out of her.

"Ugh…" Tawna groaned, rubbing her head as she struggled to sit up, her vision swimming from the impact. "What the hell was that?"

She shook her head, trying to regain her vision. It was then that she finally noticed that someone was laying on top of her, their mouth awkwardly buried in-between her large breasts.

"Wait a minute," murmured Tawna as she lifted her head off the ground. "C-Coco?!"

Coco Bandicoot, her blonde hair in disarray, lay sprawled across Tawna. She slowly lifted her head, clearly still dazed from the sudden collision. She blinked a few times, her expression one of complete confusion.

"What… what just happened?" Coco muttered, rubbing the back of her neck as she tried to sit up, groaning from the soreness of the impact. She blinked a few times as it slowly dawned on her what had happened.

"T-Tawna?! Is that you?" Coco asked, frantically.

It was then that Coco's face turned red. She realized that, much like her, Tawna was nude from head-to-toe.

And she was right on top of her.

With her hand right on Tawna's left bosom.

Coco scrambled to her feet, her face a deep shade of red as she desperately tried to cover herself. "Wh-what are you doing here?!" she stammered, her voice rising in panic. "And why are you naked?!"

Tawna blinked, her brows knitting in confusion. "Why am I naked?" she echoed, glancing down at herself as if suddenly realizing the situation. "Why are you naked, Coco?"

Tawna then suddenly smiled. "Wait, are you a nudist too?!" she asked, excitedly.

Coco's face flushed even deeper. "N-no!" she stammered. "I… I was just trying to enjoy some time alone on my private island!"

"By…being naked?" Tawna asked, slyly.

"Uh…I mean," stuttered Coco. "W-Well, y-you're not supposed to be here!"

"Why not?" Tawna asked, leaning against the tree with her hands behind her head. "This is my naked island too. I'm just trying to cut loose like you."

Coco stammered some more, trying to come up with a coherent answer. But Tawna simply picked her up and hugged her. "But hey, I don't mind sharing," he said, proudly. "It's so cool that the Coco in this universe is a nudist too!"

Coco's eyes widened in shock as she flailed her arms, trying to free herself from Tawna's grip. "I'm not—! This isn't—!" she sputtered, her face impossibly red as she struggled to process Tawna's words and the whole surreal situation. She was far too flustered to form a proper argument.

Coco was too embarrassed by being naked with Tawna to say anything more. Being squeezed into her big breasts wasn't helping matters either.

What was supposed to be a relaxing private time on the island, a break from her wildest adventures, has become a wild adventure in of itself.

"Maybe I should have stayed home with Crash."

TO BE CONTINUED…