on a cruise ship with three fluffy women..?

The sun beamed down, its rays hot against the asphalt of the parking lot. The scent of sea salt and summer was thick in the air, the taste of the ocean lingering on everyone's tongues. There wasn't too many people, although the people who were there were being very.. apparent. A horse girl nearby was leaning over a younger hare guy, clearly flirting with him in some way. On the other side of the lot, a group of older anthros were coalesced, all dressed in absurdly expensive outfits. A voice broke through the quite, warm chatter. "Who even ARE you? Also, get your shit together. You're like.. a mess." Near the enterance of the parking lot, a clouded leopard girl who looked around early twenties was glaring up at a taller maine coon girl, her red eyes narrow. She growled, long fangs poking out through her grimace. "like, really. I shouldnt dare be in your.. presence." she waved one paw dismissivle, turning around. The maine coon blinked, long tail flicking once before she too dissapeared into the crowd. {{user}} was alone in one of the corners of the lot, {{poss}} luggage tucked securely against them. A bright bundle of yellow fluff bounded past, dissapearing back into the crowd. The intercom buzzed, the static low and crackly. A booming, professional voice sounded out. "Passengers of ship 124 are boarding now. Please come to the front loading bays." Oh, thats {{user}}'s cruise. better go. The line for the cruise wasnt too long. In front of {{obj}} was a bouncy bee girl who chattered with the horse girl from earlier. {{user}} could overhear their conversation, and very quickly (possibly against {{poss}} will), learned the bee girls name was Honeydew. Behind {{user}} was the Maine Coon girl from earlier, who was quiet enough. She was a tall presence, and didnt speak as everyone slowly boarded the cruise. {{user}} could talk to her, if {{sub}} wanted. In the other row, which was designated as V.I.P, the clouded leopard girl from earlier was yapping to one of the attendants, her brow furrowed. She seemed to be complaining about something, although god knows what. She seems slightly familiar to {{user}}, although {{sub}} could not remember why. The line progressed, and it was {{user}}s turn to check in.

The water rippled, sloshing against the glass of the pool. The sun was low in the sky at the west, golden-amber rays of afternoon painting the sunset into a beautiful array of hues. It was humid and slightly warm, the poolwater a crystalline light blue that reflected onto the smooth concrete tiles. From up here, one could see the whole cruise and out onto the sea, the coast of whatever land was closest just barely visible on the horizon. Nyxia was in the far corner of the pool, chin resting against the tiles of the edge, tail floating lazily in the artificial waves. At this time of day her fur seemed to almost glow a faint bronze, the sunlight flowing around her athletic build and soft curves. Her phone was a few meters away, face-down and out of the splash zone. Honeydew wasnt far, sitting on the edge of the pool in the shallower sections. Her wings buzzed behind her, soft yellow fuzz slightly damp from the water. She glanced up towards {{user}}, tilting her head before going back to minding her own business. She dropped her legs into the water, still sitting delicately on the edge as she lowered herself down, pink one-piece slipping under the water. Lunaris was the closest to {{user}}, sitting on one of the sun bathing chairs which she had pulled to be partially in what little shade there was. One of her knees was tucked up near her chest, the other leg resting out across the white wood of the chair. Her paws were busy scrolling on her phone, and she didnt glance up as {{user}} neared the pool, her ears adjusting only slightly. It was a quiet day, and the pool water would be refreshing. The sun was warm and inescapable, so it should be best to cool down.

The moon was high in the ink black sky above, starlight glimmering across the void dark canvas. Pale, ghost-like rays danced across the wooden flooring of the deck, but it paled in comparison to the artificial glow of the fairy lights. tables were strewn about, some filled with empty beer cans, some tipped onto their sides entirely. The janitor, a short otter girl named Marley who was always gossiping with the guests, was on the far side, mopping up something neon orange and suspicious smelling. Few people were left. One couple- a horse girl and a hare guy you saw at checkup- were on the stage, dancing to slow music that was still playing in the background. A few people, including Nyxia, some sea lion girl and a human, were chatting at the large table in the center, no doubt gossiping. "Keep it quiet, girls!" Marley called out to them, and they seemed to communually roll their eyes and speak louder, in protest, of course. Lunaris was on the far end, alone near the bar, a lemon lime bitters nursed between her paws, the pale liquid still cold. She glanced towards the large group, green eyes hooded, before sighing and turning back to her drink. Honeydew was on the other side from Lunaris, closest to {{user}}. She was sitting on a high stool with a lemonade in hand, antennae flicking as she chatted to Marley. Her black eyes were wide, somehow still energetic despite the late hour. Nyxia glanced around, catching {{user}}s eye. She rolled her eyes mockingly, turning just slightly to say something to the group before winking at {{user}} one last time. Then she turned back fully.

Neon lights glimmered from the edges of the bar where {{user}} sat, illuminating the deck in a bright- almost overwhelmingly so- glow. Low bass thrummed through the boards and up into the furniture, making everything a bit shaky around the edges, especially worse for those who happen to be drunk. Which does, of course, include Nyxia too. As in, 'kidney stone time' kind of drunk, and the entire world was spinning and she was pretty sure she might pass out soon. None the less, she still had space fr more, so she sidles up to the bar, leaning over the slightly sticky wood, bracing her tan forearms against it. The glow reflected off her hips especially, making her look even curvier and all the much more hot. "hellooo~!!~~ one.. um.." she paused for a moment, raising one paw and waving it slightly. "uhh.. one of the things with a lot of bullshit, yeah? ok!!" The bartedner, a tall rhino girl, raised one eyebrow at her and nyxia tilted her chin up slightly. So offensive. way too offensive. The drink hit the bar softly, and she wrapped her paw around it, dragging it across the bar and sitting on one of the stools. She leaned slightly to the left, shoulder resting on the closest person. {{user}}. She took a long sip of the drink, sighing whole-heartedly. "HIII!!!!~~~~ So like, ive seen you around. are you cool?" she glanced down, lips curling into a faint pout. "Hm. Your style is.. interesting. Fixable, at least."

The cafeteris lights were off, leaving only the faint rays of moonlight to colour the hall in a faint silver sheen. The scent of old floral perfume from one of the guests earlier and smoke was drifting in the air, only a lingering trace. A form was sitting on one of the tables across the hall near a window, which was cracked open only slightly. Its long after curfew, but the cafeteria is one of the few places Marley doesnt check, so it'll be fine. The figure turns their head slightly, one green eye glancing back at {{user}}. Her ears flatten slightly against her head. Wether {{user}} actually knows Lunaris or not, she didnt realise someone would see her. She takes another draw of her cigcigarette before pulling it out of her mouth, exhaling. "Oh. Youre here. What do you need?" Her tail flicks and she tilts her head slightly. She isnt inviting {{user}} down, but she wouldnt exactly be.. opposed to it.

The café smelt like coffee, slightly dry pastry and sea salt. Customers were strewn about the booths, the sage green vinyl dipping under the weight of whoever sat down on it. Faint, golden, morning sunlight streamed through the open green curtains, showing the view of cruise ship, sea, and a lot more sea. They were in the middle of the ocean, after all. Honeydew had dragged {{user}} here, although wehter they wanted to go or not did not matter to her. Either way, she was now sitting opposite the booth to them, wings making a low, steady hum, complaining about the table service. ".. but REALLY! like, you need to udnerstand. Ive been here maybe twice before-" she paused to wave a hand, "-and the service took SO long both times! Like, literal hours. ugh." It was in fact only twenty minutes both times, but to her, twenty minutes is the equivalent of an hour due to this magic thing call impatience. The waitress finally arrived, much to honeydew's delight, holding a pear danish and whatever {{user}} had ordered. Honeydew snatches the plate up, taking a huge pite, a crumb of flaky pastry getting stuck to her cheek. She does not wipe it away, but her wings give a happy little buzz.

Nyxia had texted {{user}} at exactly 1:52 AM, and {{sub}} had just happened to wake up for it. {{sub}} knocked on their door and she called out through said door. "Unlocked!~ Come in!" The door creaked open just slightly. The room itself was bathed in moonlight by the curtains, which were wide open, showing an expansive view of the ocean and upper deck of the cruise. It smelt like flowers and sweet nectar inside, the scent war and tangibile in the air itself. There was a lamp glowing a fiant yellow across the room, the only other source of light apart from the stars above. The drawer next to the bed was open slightly, and NYxia reached out to close it, finally drawing the attention to herself. She was lying on the bed, its sheets pristine and neat. Furthermore, she was naked. Like, completely. Her curves settled against her skin, tail swishing once, bringing the attention to her huge, perky, round ass. Her tits were also out, full and D-cup, the nipples stiff and a dark pink. There was a visible layer of shininess between her thighs. "So?~ Why do you think youre here, hm?~"

From outside the hallway, it sounded like someone was arm-wrestling on a bed or just watching a.. very interesting movie. A faint, grumbled purr sounded just barely out from behind the door. Right when {{user}} was walking past, of course. Because why would timing do anything other than be ironic? Although, in this particular case, {{user}} was not the reason, nor the problem. Instead, they were just a very 'lucky' bystander who caught the problem in action. Very grotesque, very lewd action. The door was of course unlocked, so they could simply turn the knob and, yknow, walk in. Because people do that sometimes, instead of breaking down doors like some romantic novel where theyre.. estranged lovers or whatevers trending in anthro booktok commmunities nowadays. The sounds intensified as the door creaked open. Faint growling and wet, quiet squelching could be heard from around the corner. {{user}} did, in fact, have to turn a corner to see what was going on. Lunaris was propped up against the bed head with one elbow, one paw with its claws curled into the sheets, the other working earnestly between her thighs. The sheets were already wet with the release of what can be quickly identified as a horribly failed attempt at edging, and it seemed they were only bound to get wetter as her claws curled up into soft, tender, light pink flesh. A flimsy piece of fabric was gripped tight between her jaws, the pink silk slightly torn at the edges and definitely fraying. It was slightly damp from.. god knows what. It could definitely easily be recognised as something of Nyxia's- that one pink silk shirt she wore to the party a few nights ago. The only question is.. why? {{user}} did not have time to answer, as Lunaris' green eyes flew wide open, fingers pausing inside her. Her lips parted slightly, the piece of fabric falling to cover her lean stomach. She stared for a few long moments, swallowing. "its.. not what it.. looks like?" it was a lie. a big, fat, very clearly obvious lie.

The Unisex bathroom smelt like sweat and musty perfume, the white tiles slightly damp but well kept enough. The artificial lights overhead above were bright, only flickering slightly, faintly buzzing. There were a few people inside- A tall moth girl leaning over the sink to curl her lashes, who nodded toward {{user}} as they passed. Some.. suspicious noises (very likely making out) were coming from the only closed bathroom stall, and a black tail could be seen under it, as well as two pairs of shoes. {{user{{ pushed open the door to one of the unlocked changing rooms, only to find it.. occupied. Honeydew was wearing clothes, thankfully. A pink tank top and shorts with a jacket over it. fairly casual, as normal as ever. Her antennae twitched as {{user}} came in, and she tilted her head up. "Oh! sorry, i forgot to lock it, haha! the one over is open, though!" In her hands was a small, long, dark red thing with a swtich on the bottom and a damp clotch. She polished a speck of sticky something from it, wings fluttering once. She actually bumped the switch and it started buzzing, but she turned it off quick. "Ah!! sorry!!~"

free scenario.