Basil sighed as he relaxed in the sun on the beach, drinking one of the cheap wine coolers he had gotten at the store. Having grown up in the Pacific Northwest with cold beaches, he was thrilled to now live in Los Angeles and be able to sunbathe in the sun. After the week he had had, he was just happy to sit and relax in the sun. He laid on the beach chair, sunglasses on, feeling the warm sun on his skin. The petite catboy was in just his bathing suit, a fairly small one that clung to his ass and bulge. “Well aren’t you a cute little thing?” A feminine voice rang out as Basil cracked an eye open to look for the source. Standing above him, blocking the sun, stood a dog girl. 

The tall woman had fluffy, curly brown hair, a wagging tail, and dark skin. She was cute, Basil thought, and the woman thought the same for him. Even if the cat never was a huge fan of dogs, having a deep rooted biological disdain for them, he had softened as he grew up. Now he was more irritated about the woman blocking the sun more than he was about her species. “You’re blocking the sun.”  The cat complained, as cats tended to do. This got a giggle from the dog who sat down her stuff next to Basil, giving the cat a good view of her rump as she pulled out her chair like they were friends. “Oooh, a spicy kitty.” Basil rolled his eyes at that. 


“What’s a cutie like you sitting down at the beach for? Go swimming? Look at hot guys? Get a tan?” She asked as she wheeled her own cooler up next to the tiny personal one Basil had brought. “My name’s Honey, what’s yours?” While the cat had come to be alone, he didn’t mind chatting a bit. Like most felines he was just as happy with company as he was alone. “Basil. It’s great to meet you.” Basil sat up and looked over at the dog, who was now hooking up a speaker to play some music. “What kind of music do you like, Basil?” The dog wiggled her rear a bit, the cat took a respectful glance at it before answering. “I don’t know, pop. Play some Sabrina Carpenter or something.” The anthro fish popstar had been making a splash on the music scene.

“Here’s a mix of some stuff then.” Music started playing from the speaker as the doggirl sat on the chair and pulled out a seltzer. She took a sip and set it on the cooler as she sat down and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen. “You get plenty of sunscreen on, kitty? I got plenty so don’t be shy.” The dog held out the bottle, shaking it a bit before opening it and squeezing a line onto one of her legs, rubbing the cream into her skin. The cat sat up and looked over at the dog, taking in the site of her massaging her own leg. Honey was attractive, a bit taller than he was at 6’0 and rocking a hot hourglass shaped body. She had assets, and wasn’t ashamed to show them, just like Basil.

“Wanna help me get my back? I can rub your back back. Heh, back back.” Honey laughed at her own words, the English language was funny sometimes. She turned on the chair to present her back to the cat, who took the bottle of sunscreen from the doggirl. “Sure thing, puppydog.” He said as he squirted a blob of the sunscreen into his hand and started to rub her back. His nimble fingers dug into her back, her tongue lolled out in a pant of pleasure as her tail wagged like crazy. “You like that?” Basil laughed at her reaction as he rubbed and massaged her back. “Oh, god, yes! You’re good at this. Are you a masseuse?” Honey barked as she turned to look at the slightly shorter cat. 

“Haha, no. I’m trying to be an actor.” Dissatisfaction hung in his words as he finished up rubbing in the sunscreen. “So, what do you do for money?” Honey asked, without him having to even tell her the story she knew the ending. It was LA, wannabe actors were a dime a dozen. “I work at a jewelry counter at the mall right now. The pay sucks and the hours are crap, but the customers are sometimes interesting. Always someone trying to drain their husband's bank account before the divorce finalizes or some scumbag buying jewelry for his wife and his mistress.” Basil was immensely dissatisfied with how his career had gone so far, the only notable things he had done was a tv show pilot that didn’t get picked up and a commercial for Preparation H. Thankfully no one recognized him from the latter. “What about you? Cop? Caregiver?” Basil asked as he took his hands off her back, naming the most basic jobs for dogs he could think of. “Supermodel?” 


Honey laughed at the last suggestion, the cat was cute. “No, I’m actually a musician. I’m here to record my new album, just out here for the day.” Her own career was much more successful than Basil’s. “I got a couple of connections to the movie industry, maybe I can make a couple of calls. No promises, but a pretty little thing like you should be on the big screen.” The cat’s tail swished excitedly behind him. “But enough business for now.” They exchanged the bottle, Basil turned around. He gasped a bit as the cold sunscreen hit his back. “A sweet treat like yourself probably has tons of people knocking down your door, got someone in your life?” 


“Uh, no. I actually just got broken up with not too long ago. Asshole cheated on me when the Bachelorette auditions came to town. How about you? No way I’m the only one you’re this much of a flirt with.” Basil started to purr as he felt the slightly larger hands rubbing and massaging his own back, it felt nice. Maybe not as nice as what he gave to others, but you could only expect so much out of a dog. “Believe it or not, kitty, I’m single too. I had a boyfriend but then I started getting successful, travelling more, and it just didn’t work out between us.” Honey said as she rubbed the shoulders of the cat, who started purring hard. He took back his previous thought about her massaging ability. 

“Mm, I’m sorry. Someone as beautiful as you deserves to be treated like a queen.” The cat purred as he felt the hands come off his back. He missed the touch, but it was never due to last. “And you suppose you would be a king?” The dog laughed as she closed the sunscreen and dropped it back in her bag, taking a drink of her seltzer. “No, I would be the handmaid or something. Whatever the closest servant is.” The cat laughed as he leaned on his side, looking over at the dog. His leg was bent, causing his swimsuit to cling to his ass and dig into it a bit more. Show off the shape. 

“Ah, I see. Like a loyal little dog.” The doggirl teased, pointing at that infamous rivalry before their species. Those biological biases no doubt festered deep within her as well. “Oh you wish, puppy.” The cat poked back. “No one ever calls a wolf king of the jungle, do they?” Honey laughed at this before standing up again. “I’m gonna go get in the water, you wanna come with me?” She asked as she stood up, feet digging into the sand. “What do you think?” Basil asked, rolling onto his back now as he looked up at her. She rolled her eyes and laughed before turning away. “Fine, I’ll be back in a bit then. Don’t take my stuff.” The cat watched the woman walk away, admiring her curves. Basil laid back, going back to sunbathing. He started to doze now, and put his guard down. The poor cat didn’t see what was coming next. 


“Augh! What the fuck!” The cat hissed as water splashed over his face, looking up to see the dog laughing like a hyena. A little anthro pup was laughing next to her, the older kemonomimi handed back the bucket and thanked the kid who walked off. “Oh, well, you’re wet now. Might as well get in the water with me.” She laughed as she looked down at the fuming cat. “Just because you got me wet doesn’t mean I’m getting in that water.” Basil grumbled as the cat wiped the water off his face. He was distracted, grumbling still, and didn’t notice the dog reach down and scoop him up. “Hey! Let me go!” He hissed, wiggling against the laughing dog as she carried him to the ocean. The dog walked a bit into the ocean and dropped the cat, who landed with a splash in the waist high water. The cat yelped and scrambled to his feet, pushing the larger dog who howled with  laughter. “Oh, come off it, Basil. I was just teasin’ ya.” Honey laughed at the fuming cat who reached down and splashed her.

The gloves were off after that. The two sat there, laughing and splashing each other until they were both out of breath from laughing so hard. They walked back to their chairs a minute later, both soaking wet with sea water. Honey grabbed a towel and started to dry herself off, rubbing it across her body. She finished wiping herself off and looked down at the cat, who was still dripping wet. “What? Didn’t bring a towel?” She teased. “Well, no, I didn’t.” Basil said. The dog laughed. “Who goes to the beach and doesn’t bring a towel?” She asked. “Someone who didn’t want to get in the water!” Honey finished with wiping off her chest and handed the towel to the cat. 


Basil started to dry himself off, now looking down at the doggirl who sat down. The music was interrupted as her phone started ringing, she answered it and placed it to her ear. “Hello? Yeah. Yeah, I can be there. Give me, like, an hour.” Honey hung up and started to pack her stuff. “Hey, sorry. My producer wants me down at the studio to record some stuff for the big wigs. I had a lot of fun.” She said as she folded up her chair. Basil felt a bit heartbroken, he had been having so much fun today that he didn’t want to see her go. “I had a lot of fun too. Let me give you my number!” The woman grabbed her stuff and started working. “Another time, kitten! I’ll see you around hopefully.” She said, walking away. “Oh, wait, your towel!” Basil yelled as she was nearer to the parking lot now. “Keep it!” Honey shouted back, leaving Basil alone with a broken heart, and a damp beach towel.