Mischief Magic Mayhem

Important! Click "Start Game" in the top right corner for full effect. It makes the things work a little nicer, with conditions and choices, though this story is more minimal on them. If you don't want to do it, you aren't going to ruin much. You might just see weird page options sometimes if you don't. Also, this story takes place in the same world as my main story, "A New World! Your Party of Hopeless Hotties".

Tolis, the capital city of the Empire of Tivera, is a bustling metropolis full of all sorts of people, from catfolk to elves, therefore the beautiful sandy beaches along the city's north coast are no exception. In fact, it's likely that they're the busiest beaches on that side of Absoterra. Cities northward that also border the sea mostly belong to another kingdom which, to put it simply, does not encourage some of the most fun parts of a beach trip--swimsuits, lotion, splashing in the water, and more. This is why Tivera has a number of them separated along the shore to fit the sheer amount of people who come to visit.

While it may be the hot, middle of summer right now, this particular beach is far from crowded. There are still a few dozen people, but there'd be others at this time of the year so crowded with towels that one may be unable to find a place to sunbathe if that was their desire. Here, however, it's open and free. A group of individuals have collected near the water.

A quite striking woman stands at the edge of the sands--cool coastal tide flowing forward and back beneath her bare feet. She has quite the amazing pair. Of ears I mean, as she's an elf, so they're longer than a human's and come to points at the tip. Also her tits. Those are amazing too. In fact, they can barely be contained in her golden bikini top. She may have the natural grace of an elf, with fair skin, long shimmering hair--in this case pale blond--and an inherit beauty, yet there's also a fire in her eyes, and the way her smooth, curvy body glistens from the gentle mist of the waters leaves others gawking.

Unfortunately, however, not all that glistens is gold. Or not all that appears gold is... gold. She's quite mean is what I'm saying.

Near her are two young men--both human. One has black hair and wears red trunks, the other brown with white. They laugh and chat with one another, but there's one person sticking out.

It's a young cat-eared woman. She has a short blue bob-cut, though the tips of her ears and tail are snow white. Her body is certainly more on the petite side compared to the queen bee of an elf standing before her, though her has an adorable dark navy one piece with a frilly skirt around the waist. The worst thing, however, is the hardly touched ice cream cone laying dead in the sand in front of her toes. She's no child, and she isn't sobbing, though there's a pain and sadness in her eyes at the loss of her treat, and the cruelty of the one standing nearby.

In brighter news, the catfolk girl isn't alone. Contrary to the soft, twitching ears of a kitty protruding up from her head, she has no fear of dogs, and bought a big fluffy good girl along with her. She's an old, lazy dog, and has been laying with hardly a hint of movement for awhile, so that isn't much help. The only time she reacts at all, it's to pant under the heavy summer heat, sigh, and then go back to sleep.

"Imagine coming to the beach alone," says the elven woman with a side-eye glance to her two male accessories to this crime. See, just before this moment, her rather brash and sudden bullying caused the catfolk to drop her ice cream, which elicited a boisterous laugh them the trio--mostly the elf, however. The men seem to mostly exist in the background. "That is so sad," she says in a mocking tone with arms crossed beneath her bust. Two round, shiny melons bounce up from a shift of her limbs--spaghetti strings struggling to hold back the hopes and dreams of the men who try to subtly ogle when she isn't looking. From behind, her golden bottoms wedge between the cheeks of her perfect ass. It's tied by a string decorated by tiny beads at her right hip.

"I just... wanted to tan," the kitten says back timidly.

One of the men speaks. It's the one with black hair. "Hey. Let's go swimming. There's no reason to pick on this chick, Velatha."

"Heh yeah," says the other.

"Excuse me?" The elf turns with a sharp stare at her companions. "For the last time, it is Lady Orilana." It's quite bold to speak the first name of an elf directly to their face, especially if there are any potential feelings of intimacy between the two of you. It's something reserved for close friends and lovers. Still, her tone is rather snippy. "And I have not yet finished with this girl, so you best not leave until I say so. Girl. Tell me your name."

"M-Me?" The catfolk looks around, but she sees nobody else nearby. Well, except for her dog. "My name's Mimi, and this is Goldy. She's named after her pretty golden fur--"

"I did not ask about your stupid dog," the elf barks back with hands on her hips. She stands up straight and whips her hair to the side, though all Mimi can notice is the woman's jiggling breasts as she moves.

It's something she's struggled to look away from since first seeing her. Sadly, such captivating, tantalizing beauty is currently being squandered by quite the toxic personality. Otherwise, she'd have considered asking her to hang out with her.

But what happens next is beyond anyone's understanding.