Weight - Beach Bum (Luna)

>Luna hops around giddily in the car as you sweep across the busy roads of the ocean town.
"You have no idea how much i've been looking forward to this, Anon!"
>You had to admit, after all of the stuff you've been dealing with at work, you were pretty excited yourself.
>Arriving in the parking lot, you find yourself hard pressed for a parking spot.
"Looks like we're going to have to walk, a bit, Luna."
>Luna nods her head.
"That's alright, I just really want to get into the water!"
>You pull into the nearby Equine-Eleven, then hop out the car.
>Before you can even start a sentence, Luna is right beside you with a gleaming smile.
>She puts her hair hastily up into a ponytail, and carries an armful of assorted beachwear and sunblocks.
"Shall we?"
>You hold out your arm, and she locks hers with yours, and you stroll back to the parking lot.
>Luna's sandals clack against the concrete ground, seemingly just as happy to be at the beach as she is.
>On the horizon, you see blobs and waves thrash against each other as Luna begins running towards it.
>You're dragged along by the girl, who's surprisingly strong for her slim frame.
>"Come on Anon, we're here!"
>Your feet finally connect with the soft sand, only for you to jump from the heat.
"Damn, Luna! It's hot!"
>She giggles at you, jumping between feet, then takes off again to a large stand with a girl waiting eagerly.
"Hey, welcome to the Baltimare City Ocean! What can I do for you two?"
"I'd like to rent an umbrella."
"Okay, that'll be 3.79$."
>You quickly respond with your wallet in hand, placing a 5 on the table.
"Keep the change, have a nice day."
>You heave up the umbrella with an arm, carrying it over your shoulder as you and Luna look for a spot.
>After a moment of intense searching, Luna prods your chest with her finger.
"There, there! Come on!"
>Somehow, Luna continues to reach bursts of speed as she charges like an animal towards her spot.
>You follow hurriedly, weighed down by the massive parasol.
>Luna quickly halts, turning to you lumbering through the other beachgoers, before stopping and planting the parasol firmly into the ground.
>Unhooking the latch, the parasol spreads its wings as if it were a peacock displaying its feathers.
"Luna, it's way too hot to walk to the restroom to change. Can you just hold up a towel?"
>She nods, splaying one towel on the ground to sit on, and she shakes the other out, holding it sideways and holding it above your waist.
>You grab your beach shorts off the towel on the sand, and begin to take off your clothing behind the drapes.
>Luna swings the towel wildly outwards, flashing your piece for those in front of you to see.
"L-Luna, knock it off!"
>You don't waste a moment, presuming she's preparing for another flash, and put on your swim trunks.
>You swap places with Luna, holding the towel lengthwise so it covers her chest.
>Light clothing is flung everywhere in the perimeter of the umbrella, before she swerves around the corner in her full bikini.
>Luna's swimwear accentuates her much weaker curves in comparison to her sister, and she grabs your hand.
"Come on, let's get in the water!"
>For once, she walks with you to the wet sand.
>You're more than happy to have your feet touch the much cooler adhesive-like sand, waiting for a wave to come in to warm you two up to the water.
>Seconds later, a wave comes crashing in, slamming the blistering cold into your ankles as rocks and other sharp debris pass by.
>You wince as the fragments of shells clash against your feet, and the sand you're holding your ground on dissipates from under you.
>Luna gazes starry-eyed into the deep blue horizon, as the both of you slowly walk deeper into the ocean.
"Isn't it just beautiful, Anon? I think about all of the stuff that I deal with at Canterlot High on a daily basis, and then we come here, and it just makes everything worthwhile."
>Nodding approvingly, you skid your arm across the water and create a small wave of water that hits Luna on her stomach.
>On reaction she reaches for her stomach, rubbing it with her hands in attempt to create some more heat.
"You asshole!"
>The two of you proceed to have a battle in the tides, laughing and throwing barrages of water at each other.
"Anon, we should probably go put on some sunscreen. I don't want to look like a lobster."
>Nodding, you trudge your way out of the sinking sand and back to your spot.
>Taking turns rubbing each other down, Luna decides that she'll tan for a while.
>You go back out and mess around in the water, taking part in a nearby game with a beachball.
>About 20 mins later, the owners of the ball pack up, and you head back to Luna.
>She's passed out on the towel, with her top untied and her chest pressed to the towel.
>You crouch under the shade of your umbrella, and you can't help but stare at Luna's ass.
>Her tight clothing makes it look a lot bigger than you remember.
>Gently, you wrap your hands on her cheeks, giving them a light squeeze.
>She doesn't even move in response.
>A slight grin comes across your face, as you begin to softly knead them.
>Still, Luna doesn't even retort with a movement of her eyes or face to acknowledge you.
>You pull down her bottom, getting a peek at her flower.
>It couldn't look more perfect, and you gently flip her over.
>You rub your index in between her lips, still no response.
>Worried, you check her pulse, but she's breathing fine and has a regular heartbeat.
>You never knew Luna was such a heavy sleeper. Kind of ironic, since she runs Night School and all.
>Pulling her in closer, her thighs press against her calves, presenting her to you.
>You give her clit a quick swipe with your index, and she still doesn't really seem to respond much.
>Sliding a finger inside of her, she finally begins to squirm a little bit.
>You freeze, and her face wrinkles as her knees tap together.
>Her knees and face return to their normal lazy state, and you put in another finger.
>Within a few seconds of thrusting, she finally comes to, eking out a soft moan before covering her mouth.
>Luna gazes sternly at you, but your playful grin remains unchanged.
>Her stare rises in intensity, before eventually she slightly cocks her head back and has her mouth agape.
>Occasional squeaks turn into rhythmic breaths and light moans.
>She begins to rock back and forth on your fingers, desperately grinding you for more.
>Luna pushes her self up and supports her upper body by her elbows, giving herself a comfortable rest as she watches you drive your fingers in her.
>Her upper body torques from side to side, letting out deep huffs from the pleasure as her eyes roll into her head.
>You add in a third finger, making sure to go knuckle deep with each.
>Luna can't hold herself anymore, and begins to make incredibly loud moans.
>Your eyes widen, and you cup her mouth shut with your free hand.
>She's trembling like she's in Antarctica from the sensory overload she's experiencing.
>You feel the screams of ecstacy battle your hand, caging in the sound to a much more manageable sound, which isn't nearly as audible.
>She wraps her hands around your wrist, and creates an iron grip that easily takes you out of her.
>Her body responds with a blast of her juices, caking you and the sand like you were when you had just gotten out of the water.
>Even the burning sand can't handle absorbing all of it, leaving a mash of juices and wet sand around the two of you.
>Luna ties her bikini top and bottom back on, standing and dusting sand off of her elbows and back.
"Well, quite the day at the beach if I do say so myself, eh Luna?"
>You chuckle to yourself, but Luna doesn't seem nearly as impressed as you.
>She's still drunk with the feelings of her release, but she attempts to give you a stern look through her glazed eyes.
>After a bit of gesturing, you realize she wants to go home.
>You nod, packing up all of your stuff and giving her the towels and clothing.
>As your about to leave, you're standing the umbrella back up to 90 degrees to latch it, a woman rounds your umbrella to meet you and Luna.
"You wouldn't happening to be leaving, would you?"
>You nod.
"We sure are, feel free to take this spot."
>The woman gives a wholehearted smile, motioning all of her kids down to the spot.
>The little ones all sprint down to their mother, looking down to the floor to the puddle.
"Look mommy, they were making sand castles!"
>You heave the parasol over your shoulder, chuckling heartily as Luna's face flushes red.
Again, real short story because I needed to put something out.