Beach ride

Once you had settled in, you had some free time before classes started. The Uni was close to a beach, so you and Zephyr planned a little trip. You now had a car, and Zephyr had paid for a Centaur box for you to tow. It was like a horsebox but more cozy. Once you got there, you joined Zephyr in the centaur box for some privacy as you changed into your blue swimming trunks. Zephyr took off her top, revealing a leopard-print bikini top.

"Fancy a ride?" She asked as you both exited the box and you made sure it was locked up with your car.

"Yes." You said, using the wheel cover of the box as a mounting block to get up on her back.

She gently trotted from the car park down to the beach; you were lucky there was no cliff to navigate, just a short ramp down to sea level. You moved round the Rock Groyne and Zephyr picked up the pace. She stretched out her arms in joy as her hooves hit the swash.

"This is great." You exclaimed as you heard the water splash below you, holding her withers for support.

"I know, right?" She replied, turning back to you for a moment. "I feel sorry for you humans not knowing the thrill of a good run." She added, turning back to look where she was going.

"I can run." You protested.

"He ha ha." She giggled. "I know, if that's what you want to call it. But you're so slow." She teased. She moved deeper until she was swimming, your legs in the water as you stayed on her back. "I'm glad the water is still warm this time of year, soon it will get to cold to swim."

You sliped off her back and swam around in front of her. "In water this deep I can kiss you without you having to bend." You said as you pulled her in and gave her a kiss.

You swam back to shore feeling the sand between your toes. "Does it feel odd, feeling sand on your hooves? I hate having sand between my toes. I know you hate getting stones trapped or mud stuck, and I have to pick them out. I'm guessing sand doesn't really do much." You asked.

"Oh, it's much different than rocks and mud; I hate them." Zephyr replied. "Although it feels nice when you pick them out for me. Like finally getting an itch scratched." She explained. "As for the dry sand, it's odd, soft like grass but not sticky like mud. I think it will have a bit clinging to me, but it should come out in the shower, no hoof pick needed. I can see why the donkies like it so much."

You head along the beach. Your keys and wallet were in a waterproof pouch. You both got an ice cream, probably the last of the season before the schools start, and eat it while chatting and walking back to the car. You do your best to wash off the sand and spray down Zephyer's hooves with a tap in the car park.