The Bravos Gather in their beachy attire!

Fuu stood behind the dressing rooms with a patience in her body that didn’t quite reach the Nahani woman’s mind.

Her stance was natural and elegant, with both feet still in the cool sand of the administrative building’s shadow. Her hands rested at her sides, with the tips of her fingers just barely touching against her thighs and, while her back was straight and proud, it wasn’t rigid. All of this was tied together by a placid, peaceful expression which didn’t bear as much as a single worried crease.

As calm as it looked, however, every aspect of Fuu’s easy stance had been trained into her over more than a decade of strict lessons back at the monastery. Each and every aspect of her appearance now was meticulously planned out--not by Fuu herself, but by her instructors--so that the leader of the Bravos didn’t even have to think in order to adopt her standing falsehood.

It wasn’t a lie--not exactly. But it certainly wasn’t the truth either.

While she stood there, watching Robin chatter away happy compliments at the various bikinis and one piece suits the rest of the Bravos were wearing, Fuu’s face wore a simple, contented smile. Inside, however, her mind was racing.

Things... had been rough.

The fact that the Bravos had made it this far was commendable, impressive even. But despite the fact that none of them had been killed or even maimed in their battles against countless foes, they had hardly made it through unscathed.

Fuu had seen the punishment and **** her friends had undergone in their adventures. She had watched them be beaten down, stripped, and brutalized by man and monster alike. Fuu herself hadn’t gotten off scott free either.

While the protection of the Guiding Moon had carried Fuu above the effects of any number of mind shattering aphrodisiacs and cocklust, the rest of the Bravos had no such protection and Fuu could sense the lingering effects, even now.

As she looked out at Robin, Fuu’s eyes watched the girl stepping about playfully in the sand. She reached out to poke and tweak at Skye’s frilly one-piece suit again and again like a hummingbird at a lily, utterly oblivious to the way the redhead was blushing redder and redder with each passing moment.

In her mind’s eye, though, Fuu couldn’t escape the echoes of what she had seen. What {SN} had been. What Fuu had failed to protect her from.

She saw Robin lifted off her feet to be ravaged by some beast five times her size or surrounded by a group of vile thugs, each one reaching out to tear off a piece of clothing from the terrified girl. Fuu remembered her bested, broken, covered in cum, sweat, and tears. She remembered seeing Robin utterly useless, mind shattered by powerful **** and cock-drunk bliss.

How many times would it take before she simply never recovered? How much more mind shatter ecstasy could Robin--could any of them handle before they stopped coming back to themself?

For just a moment, her masking smile twitched downward. Fuu’s fingers tried to curl around the staff of her naginata, only to remember that the polearm was still resting back in the dressing room where she had left it along with Robin’s rapier and Liv’s rifle.

Instead, her fingers closed into a defensive fist. She had spent so many hours training back at the temple--there was plenty she could do, even without her weapon. And yet… somehow, it was never enough.

“Who’s ready to party~?” Emmaline’s ringing voice hit Fuu like a wave, leaving her momentarily wide eyed as her focus returned to the world around her.

The buxom brunette cartwheeled once through the sand past Liv and landed on her feet just in front of Robin. Her whole body was left jiggling and bouncing in her… swimsuit? If you could even really call it that.

The modicum of strings and fabric only really covered her pussy and the very tips of her breasts, and even then it was a bit of a tentative cover. As evidenced by the way the top of it immediately brushed aside from the momentum of her cartwheel, leaving Emmaline’s rosy pink nipples bare.

The acrobat tugged the bikini back in place to cover them, though she clearly wasn’t in any sort of rush.

Kellissendra had joined them at some point while Fuu was lost in her thoughts which meant they were all here, and ready to hit the beach.

Each of the Bravos had dressed for the occasion, though some far more readily than others.

Fuu herself wore a powder blue two piece, which served to compliment her light complexion. The top wrapped comfortably around her chest, and the soft fabric molded easily to her athletic body, complete with a bow tied in the very front. The thing was fairly modest and secured snugly enough that Fuu wasn’t particularly worried about it falling loose even if she snuck away to get in a bit of training here and there.

Her bottoms were similarly modest, with a sort of wrapped, side tie design that mirrored her top. Her long elegant legs stretched out beneath it, and it rested just below her hips, with a thin enough fabric to show off her bottom.

Emmaline, of course, was wearing her… fairly ridiculous micro bikini. Though it would have been almost comical on anyone else, Emmaline actually seemed to have the confidence to make it work. Her back arched and pushed out both her plump chest and bouncy ass, and she moved with a carefree nimbleness that made it feel like she didn’t even know she was pretty much naked.

Or even sluttier than naked, in a way.

It was something that Liv definitely hadn’t missed out on. Judging by the deep scowl that now marked the red-headed sniper’s face, Fuu idly wondered if Emmaline had deliberately chosen the outfit just to upset the other woman or if it was just a natural product of the constant friction between the two. Emmaline was just being her slutty self, after all.

For her part, Liv was dressed in a straight black bikini which was built more like a sport’s bra than a swimsuit. It was making an admirable effort to try and restrain her ample chest, but it was definitely failing. Against her pale skin, the dark top only served to draw even more attention to the deep line of cleavage that came from her buxom chest being cramped into such a small space.

Her bottoms were, surprisingly, a bit of a contrast to the upper half. While they weren’t quite vulgar, the dark bottoms were cut pretty high, with only a thin strip of fabric actually covering the sniper’s sex. Long arches of dark material actually reached above her hips, and when Liv turned around, Fuu was treated to a pretty generous view of her firm behind.

It was nothing compared to Emmaline, who literally only had a string between her pale cheeks, but still--for Liv, it was pretty provocative. Fuu bemusedly wondered if she had been trying to compete with Emmaline when she picked it out.

Then there was Becky. Of all of the Bravos, the blonde waif looked by far the least comfortable, and for more reasons than one. They were still technically in the pirate city of Aranilla, even if the Nereid Beach and Resort stood a couple days' journey from the city proper. But a beach also probably meant lots of people, little clothing, and pretty much nowhere to hide if she wanted to.

Fuu’s heart ached a bit for her dear friend, but Becky was doing her best. She stood in the shadow of the administrative building, leaning against the wall. The tight, dark, one-piece suit she wore almost reminded Fuu of a swimming uniform, if it wasn’t for the see-through black shawl she wore around her shoulders.

Becky met her eyes and Fuu offered a reassuring smile before continuing on through the group.

Robin stood with her hips cocked, happily chatting with Emmaline, though Fuu noticed the slight blush that was creeping into her cheeks the longer she spent so close to the acrobat’s casually lewd display. It wasn’t as if Emmaline was actually doing anything to show off or flaunt her body, rather she was a vision of lust simply by her mere presence.

Robin’s bikini was something of a strapless crop-top design, with a thick strip of fabric that wrapped around her perky chest held up only by the elastic woven into it’s design. Her freckled shoulders were left bare, and her hair was done up in a pair of crown braids and a cute bun--as was her usual style. The fabric of her outfit was an off white, just dark enough that it would be strange to call it grey and the light color of the thing made Robin look a decent bit darker skinned than she actually was through the contrast.

While Robin made her outfit look totally natural, Kiera looked more out of place than even Becky. The tall, muscular northern woman looked like she had never even heard the word beach, much less like she should be taking a vacation on one.

Her’s was a one piece, like Becky’s, though it only had one strap to hold it in place. It lent the outfit an almost tribal design, which was only enhanced further by the deep brown color of the fabric. Though, as she looked at the rough edges of cloth near Kiera’s strapless shoulder, Fuu found herself wondering if that was an actual part of the outfit’s original design, or if it was more of a result of the churning eldritch creature that now spilled out through the gap where Kiera’s arm would have been.

Fuu was actually the most surprised that the large, muscular woman had actually managed to find something in her size. Or, well, almost in her size by the look of it. The dark brown fabric still had to stretch to accommodate for her considerable bust, and the fabric clung to her body so tightly in places that Fuu could make out the individual muscles of her well built stomach. It leant Kiera an even more powerful presence than usual, though it was somewhat undercut by the fact that Fuu could easily see the shape of Kiera’s nipples and the cleft of her sex though the thin-stretched fabric.

Kiera stood there almost as awkwardly as Skye next to her. Though, unlike Kiera who stared straight forward with a stoic gase, still looking like a soldier, even on a beach, Skye’s eyes flitted all over the place like a recently freed butterfly.

Fuu watched her gaze flicker from one Bravo to the next, to the next, though she didn’t miss the way Skye’s sight often lingered on Emmaline and her… generously displayed assets.

Skye’s outfit was a stark contrast to the utilitarian simplicity of Becky, Kiera, or Liv. It was a one piece as well, but it was decorated with a number of frilly designs which ran around her body in circles. One ran just over her breasts in a facsimile of modesty that was… rather thoroughly undercut by the deep cut cleavage just above it. More frills wrapped around her waist, further emphasising the musician’s wide hips with their deep blue color.

And, finally, there was Kellissendra.

The rest of the Bravos were busy with their own conversions or emotions, thoroughly lost and distracted by what was going on within and around them. But when Fuu turned to look at Kellissendra, she found the dragoness already staring straight back. Her pink lips were pressed together, and her slender curve of her brow was furrowed ever so slight. None of it was enough to upset the delicate elegance of her pretty face, but it was there, nonetheless. The worried expression was subtle enough that Fuu could imagine it being painted on by an artist’s whim.

It was almost like looking into a mirror.

The draconic royal emissary inclined her head slightly, and Fuu nodded in response. Kellissendra turned her head to stare off down the beach, freeing Fuu from their exchange in a way that was just smooth enough that one could mistake it for an **** gesture, and just elegant enough that Fuu didn’t.

The outfit she wore suited her perfectly, and Fuu had no doubt that it had been custom tailored to fit her at the Prince’s request. Brilliant emerald cloth came down from her shoulders in two wide straps that would have been better suited for a ball gown than a swimsuit. Though they arched together, the pair didn’t quite meet, leaving a gap a few inches wide right over Kellissendra’s navel as they tucked into a golden sash around her waist.

By contrast, the lower half of the extravagant outfit was more of a traditional one piece bikini--just a triangular strip of cloth that quickly gave way to pretty, slender legs.

And that was it. That was all of them.

For a few more moments, Fuu watched them moving about. Liv had stepped up toward Emmaline, lecturing her on something or other while Emmaline smirked back and Robin giggled along.

Emmaline had come out from her shadows, the pale girl was now squinting in the sunlight as she chatted with Skye, probably about some sort of complex science or contemporary theory that would have gone well over Fuu’s head.

Even Kiera and Kellissendra were talking now as well and, while Kiera didn’t look any less comically out of place, she did at least look comfortable. Like she had purpose.

This was them. After so much hard work and so many dangerous adventures, it was finally time to take a break.

Emmaline had argued that they needed a bit of time off, and she had been right--Fuu knew that, even if she had found it hard to agree at first.

Now she cast her gaze out over the picture perfect golden sands and the glittering pure blue waves beyond. She watched as they lapped slowly at the shore and she let the sounds of laughter and joyful conversation fill her ears.

It was a vacation. A time off.

So why did she still feel so wrong?