Beryl had never been one to worry much about clothing.

She had always thought it was a bit silly to feel such shame in one’s own skin. It wasn’t like there was anything unnatural about the body as it was, and on those days when she simply forgot to bother with clothes - or didn’t bother at all - it was always the source of curiosity and strange looks from those around her.

It crossed her mind how just the other day a flustered neighbor had come up to her with an odd piece of cloth and asked her, ever so politely, to cover herself up. Beryl had made good use of what she had thought was a sleeping mask before the neighbor came over again to let her know it was supposed to cover her front, not her eyes.

Beryl had learned what a bra was that day.

But there was no need for a bra where she was going. There was no need for clothing of any kind, really. The sign at the beach made it very plain that clothing was optional, and that suited Beryl just fine.

There was nobody around upon the sands that day. Beryl had expected so much more on a day like this, when the skies were empty of clouds and the air carried that soft summery warmth that was so perfect for oceanside weather. The air smelled fresh, bringing in the scents of the sea to wash over her nose and send her mane flying in the broad sunlight.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a bit apprehensive. The beach was so empty, with not a single figure around in sight. Had she missed something? Was there a reason people were shunning the beach today?

The apprehension quickly dissipated in the sea breeze as it ran through her coat. Beryl breathed in deeply, feeling her nipples perk out in the cool air. She closed her eyes, taking in the sound of the surf and the serenity of it all. 

Any concern about being so alone was quickly forgotten. For now, there was nothing but the peace and beauty of the ocean’s splendor. She could bask here until the sun came down, and she intended to do just that.

Beryl set down a towel upon the ground, a simple brown only a few shades removed from the sand on which it rested. She lay back upon it, staring up into the sky for a long moment before she closed her eyes with a sigh of contentment. Her tail whisked up to thump against the sand and kick up a few grains into the air.

Using her own hands as a cushion, with her right knee drawn up and her left leg stretched out downwards, she was a lone glinting emerald upon the sand. She spread her wings out, giving them a soft flap before they too came to rest upon the ground, stretched wide in a display of unabashed feminine beauty.

There she lay for many long minutes in piece, completely unaware of who might be watching, without the slightest notion of what was coming for her.

-

With most of her body submerged just below the waves, it took the keenest of eyes to see Coral Cove swimming. And even then, one could easily miss her if one didn’t know what to look for.

She had to admit, she was surprised to see someone stride onto this beach with so little hesitation. Most learned to avoid this place, and word spread quickly about the crystal shark that had practically staked out this sandy beach for herself.

A newcomer, then. And a deliciously pretty newcomer at that.

The alicorn lying back on the sand was all legs. Sleek, without the voluptuous curves that were such a defining feature of her kind. Still, there was a special kind of appeal to be found there, in her sleekness and the alluring perk of her nipples in the cool sea air.

How fortunate to come across it as she was planning to slip ashore for some coffee. The cravings had come, and Coral had been just ready to get a cup or three. All the better to last her this morning, well into the evening as she got up to the wondrously violent, terrifically naughty things that were such a staple of her weekday nights.

But she could forgive herself for enjoying this little morsel first. Below the water, between her legs, she could already feel the blood rushing downwards to bring her prodding free of her sheath.

As silent as death, using the waves to cover every movement, she made her way to dry land and stood up in the sun. The light went right through the toned figure she had to offer, seawater running down along her hide to wet the sand beneath her feet, her eyes fixing upon the oblivious green equine.

The alicorn was as naked as she was. That would make things easier.

Even on land she wasn’t the easiest creature to see, and Coral had learned to be light on her feet. She crept along the beach, ever closer to the green alicorn, her feet just barely meeting the surf. The waves quickly filled in the sand where she stepped to smooth away the markings her feet left behind.

Coral stopped mere yards away from the alicorn to watch the slow rise and fall of the basking green creature. She seemed so peaceful, almost as if she were asleep, eyes closed and face calm. Only the occasional whisk of her tail and the shifting of her hips suggested she wasn’t taking a snooze upon that towel of hers.

No more stalling. Without another thought, Coral simply leapt upon her.

Immediately she felt the soft, silken coat rubbing against her own hide. She felt the alicorn squirm, and saw her eyes open wide as she let out a sudden shriek of surprise. This little greenie was strong, far stronger than that slender little frame would have suggested, and she struggled mightily to throw Coral off.

But that strength wasn’t going to save her today. Coral was far too practiced for that. She kept the alicorn pinned, her hands upon her wrists, keeping them just above her head as she stared down with a sharkish grin, her muzzle nearly touching the equine’s.

“Hello,” she crooned playfully.

-

The reverie into which Beryl had slowly found herself sinking was rudely burst by the sudden appearance of the figure now straddling her.

On instinct she flapped her wings as if to take flight, but whoever it was above her was far too strong even for her, as she found herself pinned down and looking directly into the eyes of a creature unlike any she had seen before.

She looked like she was made of crystal. A glass statue animated and brought to life, with patterns of maroon and orange in a tigerlike pattern, with intense eyes that stared directly into her own in a hungry, heated stare. She was smiling down at her toothily, revealing fangs that gleamed alarmingly white. A vast fishlike tail thrashed down behind her, pointed ears emerging from a wavy the same color of her stripes.

Shark. The word came to her. The one above her was a shark.

And not a very shy shark, either. She pressed downwards to mash her breasts directly against Beryl’s own, shifting in place to let their nipples touch and send electrifying jolts through Beryl’s figure. The alicorn cried out despite herself, exhaling in a shuddery whimper as her hips squirmed below. The shark’s hide was rough as stone, molded over taut muscled flesh that flexed powerfully above.

Beryl had no words to describe what was happening to her. She felt frightened beneath this creature, vulnerable in a way that was difficult for her to describe. It was something primal, something less than sapient that came from deep below. And as she writhed beneath the shark, only to feel her hips pressing down to grind against her, she felt something firm there rubbing between her thighs that seemed so out of place on another mare.

She knew such things existed. There were mares in the world who were equipped like stallions. But Beryl had never met one before, and certainly not this close.

She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it prodding and searching about for purchase, slipping just under her lower lips to smear its slick wetness upon her.

A sense of panic rose from within her. Beryl felt paralyzed by it, so uncharacteristic for an alicorn like herself, trembling beneath the sight of the shark. it felt like being prey in a predator’s claws, but any rage she might have felt at the indignation was snuffed out by the distressing, visceral fear welling up within her.

The shark leaned in towards Beryl’s neck. She felt teeth nip lightly at her delicate skin, and she squeaked out in fright at the contact.

Beryl had only the vaguest sense of what was going to happen. It had been so hard to grasp even from reading books. It had always sounded so clinical, so clean.

This promised to be anything but.

-

This alicorn was so lusciously soft.

Warm, too. The twisting struggle of the alicorn’s body beneath her made that all too plain. The dash of fear in her eyes made it all the better as she stared upwards into Coral’s own with the unspoken question of what was going to happen to her.

Coral rocked her body into the alicorn’s, just rough enough to elicit a cute little shriek from the helpless green creature beneath him. Nothing too hard, not nearly anything that could hurt her. But certainly a sample of the brutish power within her marine form, a not-so subtle reminder of the strength that could overpower her in a moment. She could feel her hyperventilating breath and involuntary upwards bucking, eyes darting below before looking back upwards.

She grinned down at the alicorn to pass her tongue across her nose in a deceptively affectionate lick. The greenie winced, and Coral smirked down to see her struggle.

Her weight shaft pressed right up between her legs, throbbing and hard and ready for attention. Coral grinded herself against those tight little lips in messy spirals, feeling the alicorn pulsing against her no matter how hard she tried to deny the release. Coral pushed In, just a little, barely enough to force the tip of her against the alicorn’s slit and stretch it open, just barely snug around the circumference of her swollen crown.

Even that little movement drew out fresh cries from the alicorn as she thrashed and twisted and bucked beneath, arching her back and flailing about as if to try and tear herself away from Coral’s grasp.

“Shhhh.” Coral leaned in to run her tongue along the alicorn’s neck, breathing in deeply of the scent of her, planting a sweet, soft little smooch upon her lips. “Relax. It’ll make it easier.”

She was a virgin. She had to be. In spite of the fear, the alicorn exuded an absurdly innocent sort of curiosity. As her eyes sprang open to look into Coral’s own, she met them with a smile.

“First time, right?” she asked. “Never been fucked properly?”

The alicorn’s ears perked forwards inquisitively at those words. So she was a virgin.

“That’s good,” Coral said breathily, leaning over to give the lobe of her ear a sharp nip. “It won’t matter much by the end. Being a virgin doesn’t count for much. Especially not with me.”

Smoothly, crudely, she lines herself up to push inside. Coral could feel her soft caressing heat splitting open to accept her, sounding out a harsh groan as she teased and prodded at the last bit of resistance that still clung inside. At last, with one cruel, harsh plunge, she simply buried herself inside, twisting her hips about to drill down to the very hilt and plunder the new depths of the tight, hot cunt that the alicorn had to offer.

Coral let out a shuddering gasp at the raw warmth of her. She relished the pulsing and massaging motions the alicorn made. And when she threw her head back and screamed up towards the sky, her delicate little hands balled in fists as she wriggled beneath the shark, she knew what she had done.

Pop went the cherry. And there, but for the grace of Celestia, went the alicorn’s innocence.

-

Something had torn inside her.

The brief little delay as the sensation travels from deep below up to Beryl’s brain drew out into an agonizing eternity. With that harsh thrust, the last bit of resistance finally gave and her body accepted him.

Beryl smelled blood. Only a little, just enough to color the shiny sheen of her nectar upon his cock, but she smelled it all the same. With that little push, she had truly become a mare.

A sudden sense of weakness overtook her. Even the ripping burn she felt deep inside only drew out a feeble whimper from the freshly deflowered alicorn. It passed quickly, overtaken by the fullness of his stretching, pushing cock the shark had buried within her, but she could scarcely think of that. There was only the shock and overwhelming sense of submission at the rough, rough penetration she gave, eyes wide and pupils shrunken.

She turned her eyes down, unable to stave the morbid curiosity of what the shark wanted from her next, and she saw that thing, pulsing inside her. She could feel the warmth within her pulsing hotly inside. She saw the shark hunched over her, tense and taut, her face contorted with effort.

Slowly, the shark drew out of her. A strange void seemed left in its wake that was only too quickly filled by another harsh thrust. A wet slapping sound accompanied it, along with another shooting stab in her lower belly.

The shark pulled free and thrust forwards again. And again. And again.

Beryl couldn’t stop the noises coming out of her mouth. Her wings flapped against the ground and her tail whisked impotently against the ground. The feel of the shark’s rough hide began to chafe at her coat almost as much as she chafed inside with every unforgiving hump.

She felt the shark’s hands tighten even further upon her wrists, and she knew there was no escape. There's nothing she can do - nothing - but take what's coming. Nothing but feel her body give way to the harsh impalement. Every thrust and rock stole her breath away until she can only call out in gasps and strangled yelps.

Her hips circled about beneath, her legs splaying out to the sides just so she could physically fit the shark inside her at all. For several long minutes there was nothing but bruising, grating pain that flashed in her head like lights from a camera, slowly giving way to the sensation of being full.

There was no room. The shark made room, battering her in harsh, bludgeoning thrusts. She simply took her, reaming Beryl thoroughly, scraping the tender flesh inside raw with his strength as her walls hugged her tight.

It hurt. And yet her body rebelled greedily accepting him. Even the pain gave way to a strange, visceral kind of pleasure she had no means to describe. Beryl had no control over the clenching that overtook her and compelled her to flexed her texture around the shark’s member. There was nothing conscious about the way her body offered itself to the shark to pleasure her, milk her, make her feel good.

Her nipples stood firmly pressed against the shark’s unyielding body, perked and stiff, as her cunt accepted the ravishing of this superior, stronger creature.

-

Coral knew she was going to be a tight fit the moment she laid eyes on her. But not once had she imagined how tight she would be inside, or how silky soft the hot textured flesh would be.

The alicorn was testing her endurance. Her heat radiated through her cock and seemed to seep into her very bloodstream. She could feel the pulsing inside in time with her heartbeat punctuated with the reflexive squeezes she made around her with every hilting thrust.

Coral seethed through her teeth, slamming her hips down between her prey’s legs to mash her tip to the very end of her, looking down with perverse glee at the little bulge in her belly that distended with every forward motion. She spared no ounce of strength and made no effort to be gentle to the poor thing, slamming forwards like a brutal gut punch every time and pleasuring herself with that sleek, beautiful body.

Railing a virgin alicorn into a pulp was one thing. But somewhere deep down, Coral wanted to do more than just that. She wanted to show her just how worthless the notion of virginity was. There was no need for the innocent silliness. This greenie was getting the full treatment, a headfirst dive into womanhood. When she got up – and that could be some time with how pitilessly she fucked – she was going to know what it really meant to be bred.

But even that wasn’t enough. She needed more. And all at once, she got it.

Coral felt her climax come like the crack of a whip. With one last firm grasp she groaned out in delight as lightning surged from below all along her body. A hot, thick jet of white arced forth to stain the alicorn’s womb and mark her as her own.

But it’s only the first of many as Coral plugged her hips firmly against the alicorn, shuddering wildly with a harsh gasp as she snarled in the moment of her pleasure. She released everything she had into the alicorn to flood her deep where nobody had ever touched her before.

Coral stayed rooted in place long after the orgasm had ebbed away. She panted softly, feeling the sweat roll down her brow to mingle with the remnants of the seawater from her swim. As romps went, that took a lot out of her.

But she felt herself twitching and growing hard again, and she snickered.

They weren’t done yet. Not by a long shot.

-

The pain had stopped long ago. In its place was a dizzying kind of sensation that Beryl couldn’t help but enjoy.

Against all logic, she wanted more of it even as it made her eyes water and stream tears down the sides of her face. Some part of her knew how perverse this was, how violent. And yet there was something deep down on some unspeakable level that craved more, demanded more, even as that weapon slung under the shark’s legs threatened to simply cleave her in two.

And suddenly, it stopped.

There was no movement from above or inside her. What had been a ceaseless flurry of squelching, wet smacks between her legs had simply halted. What replaced it instead were the harsh groans from the shark and the pulsing kicks inside her.

There was warmth now, a wet kind of warmth that gushed into every crevice inside. It burned hot and clung to the walls like glue. There was a new kind of smell rising upwards to meet Beryl’s nose alongside the saltier notes of their joined bodies. Something bleachy and musky, a scent she couldn’t place.

She drew in a deep, shaking breath and exhaled. She ached and hurt all over. Her insides felt as if they’d been worn raw with sandpaper. Even moving brought fresh tears to her eyes. And yet she felt an inexplicable hunger for more, as if something were missing from all this. The fear had gone, and in its place was instead a resounding need for more of everything, even the hurt.

Beryl looked up to the shark, who loomed over her, heaving and panting. She briefly thought to reach out with her mind, speak to her in the way a green alicorn knew best. She wanted to know more, about everything that had just happened, what she had done to her, why all of this felt so right even for how violating it had been.

But the shark needed no telepathic questions. She opened her eyes with a knowing smile as if she knew exactly what was on Beryl’s mind.

“Don’t you worry,” she said, her finned tail swaying behind her. “There’s more coming. Much more.”

The shark sat up to pull herself free. Beryl let out a cry, instinctively clasping her thighs together. Whatever the shark had filled her with, she felt it leaking from her, trickling down her inner thighs and collecting in a little pool upon the towel. She let out a soft whine to feel her abused, gaping sex exposed to the air.

But there was no respite. The shark reached down for Beryl’s hips, and before she could get a word in edgewise, she found herself simply flipped onto her belly like a sack of potatoes.

She couldn’t see what was going on anymore, but she felt the hand grasping her tail and yanking it rudely upwards, pulling her hips back so that she was upon her hands and knees, exposed to the shark’s searching eyes.

And then she felt it. Prodding right there, just under…

Beryl’s eyes went wide. No! She was putting it there?!

Before the alicorn could process what was going on, she felt the shark push forwards with a grunt to spread her tailhole open and plunge within it.

Beryl screamed like she had never screamed before.

-

Coral was positively overcome by this new feeling.

She bent over the alicorn, grasping her tail to keep it out of the way, yanking upon it hard to force her hips upwards to meet her as she pushed into her tailhole. She socketed herself inside the alicorn’s rear until she simply disappeared into it, feeling it stretch out violently to accept her.

Coral stirred her hips, glad for the lubrication the alicorn’s cunt had given her. It was the only thing she had to ease her entrance into such a tight space. But it was enough, and she watched her hips pull out to let her glazed cock slip out a mere inch, before she pushed forwards to drive all the way inside her again.

She let loose. Back and forth, Coral simply reamed her, her free hand resting on the alicorn’s plush rear to gouge her claws into it and leave little red lines upon the flesh. Coral plummeted into her raised hips again and again like a machine, her breaths growing more ragged and needy with every passing moment.

Coral could hear the alicorn’s voice growing desperate, the yelps and screams taking on a pleading tone. Whether to stop or to keep going, it’s difficult to say. But Coral had no intention of stopping, not when the going was so good.

With every forward thrust, Coral felt herself getting higher and higher, closer to the peak once again so close on the heels of her first climax. She was insatiable even at her best, and today she could slake her lust on this little flowered creature beneath her. It was as brutal an initiation as any female could ever hope to experience, and Coral was going to see it through to the end.

And what an end it was.

She felt the pulses start again, as intense as the first and then some, letting out a hoarse shout of triumph as she buried herself deep against the struggling alicorn and emptied herself into her bowels. Coral emptied her balls dry until there was absolutely nothing left to give, at last relaxing to draw in heavy, deep breaths.

It was the hardest Coral had cum in a long, long time. And if the alicorn’s own writhing was anything to go by, it was the hardest she’d ever cum too. She was certainly making some truly adorable noises.

She stayed there, going soft in the alicorn’s backside, roughly pulling out with a harsh wet noise to look down and admire her work.

The alicorn was raw and gaping from both holes. The destruction she had left was palpable. It would be a while before this little greenie would be walking properly.

“So,” Coral said between deep heaving breaths. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”

-

Even if Beryl could have spoken, she wasn’t sure what she would have said.

The affair had stolen the breath from her lungs. Even when the shark’s hand released her tail she kept it hiked upwards as if suspended by a string, feeling her offering oozing free as thickly as it did from her sex. She felt stretched out wide to the point of breaking, as if she’d been turned inside out and left used and dirtied like a cheap dishrag. She felt a little sick, and a little like crying.

And yet there was a deep, dark kind of satisfaction there too, as if this had been exactly what she had wanted.

She saw the shark’s shadow hunch over her. She felt her press herself to her back and reach down for her shoulder. Her hands ran up in caresses, almost tender for how gently they stroked along her figure.

And then she felt the shark lunge down to sink her teeth into her shoulder.

Beryl cried out on reflex, shaking as if to buck the shark off her back. But she held firm with her teeth, deep into the muscle, hot blood streaming down to make a mess of her lovely green coat. With a soft snarl the shark wrenched her jaws away, leaving the alicorn with a deep bite that punctured deep. She let out a whine of pain at the sharpness of the wound, her free hand reaching over to gingerly touch the injury and look up towards the shark’s face.

She searched for some kind of apology, and found devilish glee instead. The shark rose up to stand upon the sand and look down at Beryl with a wide grin. “It’s just a little reminder,” she said. “Something to walk away with.”

A reminder? Beryl’s ears pinned back at the word. What would she want a reminder of?

The shark leaned in with a smile, and as if to answer she leaned in as she yanked Beryl’s head upwards towards her to meet her lips in a kiss.

Beryl could taste her own blood still lacing the inside of the shark’s mouth. But for how she ached below and felt the sharp sting of the bite, she melted into the kiss regardless, stolen away by the shark’s unbridled affection. It only lasted a moment, and yet when she pulled away it was only with reluctance that Beryl didn’t simply lean forwards for more.

“You’ll be back again, won’t you?” asked the shark, her nose an inch away from Beryl’s.

As if possessed, Beryl nodded her head before even knowing what she was doing.

“Good.” It was the only word she got before the shark made her ways away, strolling casually as if nothing had happened.

Beryl sat up with a wince, trying to rise to her feet as if to follow her. But the moment she rose upwards she felt the deep quivering within her and the profound ache that compelled her to sit down again. She contented herself with watching the crystal shark’s retreating figure, feeling an absurd smile spread across her lips in spite of all that had happened.

She would be back again.