Beyond Charybdis by Bruce McLachlan

shook as she cried out onto the warm tropical air, beset by a shockingly intense orgasm.
    Climbing down from the plateau of bliss, she unfastened herself from the branch and arched her back as the strap shoved the rods back into her, her hypersensitive membranes lighting up with fresh waves of feeling as they plunged. Staggering, she tried to regain her composure, but overwhelmed by the full presence of the dildos she collapsed across the grass, her hooves kicking the ground as she rode the intense experience.
    Unable to resist what she had seen, Trisha threaded her crotch strap onto the branch and began rocking back and forth towards her own satisfaction. It took Mina some time to recover from the event, and by the time she was able to lift herself up, Trisha was squealing and bucking like a wild beast. The girl was barely able to keep going against the fierceness of her pleasure, fighting to push her body onward until she had exhausted the full supply of ecstasy the experience could provide. Then her wail resounded through the forest as she came free of the branch and the plugs jammed themselves back into place deep inside her, felling her with sensation and leaving her twitching spasmodically on the ground beside Mina.
    Looking up, Mina found that the day had darkened somewhat, a sheet of clouds having emerged from the horizon and drifted across the sky to blot out the sun. The atmosphere was pregnant with rain, holding onto vast bellyfuls that could drop at any moment. She indicated the ominous sight to Trisha once the other girl had recovered from her elaborate masturbation, and together they began walking slowly back towards the beach. The moment they stepped out from beneath the shelter of the trees, the heavens opened with a torrential assault, throwing down heavy droplets that slapped against them and punched small craters in the sand.
    Standing perfectly still, Mina threw her head back and drank in the feel of the cool deluge lashing her, pummelling her bound body, drumming on her skin-tight uniform. Her hair was a slick tail down her back, the water crept beneath her attire, and her nylon cat-suit stuck to her body shimmering like plastic from the moisture linking and filling very tiny hole of its weave.
    After permitting herself a prolonged communion with the elemental forces of nature, Mina turned to Trisha and looked her up and down. Soaked through and streaming with water, her ponytail flat against her back, her black-clad body reflecting light like a dark mirror, she was an even more tantalising vision than before.
    With a nod of her head Mina indicated the cliffs of the mountain peak towering at the centre of the island, and began walking towards them, hoping to find shelter amidst the monumental spire of stone. There had to be caves there; such a rocky façade would have been honeycombed with caves either by volcanic activity or the endless assault of the eroding sea.
    Walking the path of sand between the ocean and the piercing pinnacle of stone, Mina soon spied an aperture and headed for it, eager to be out of the rain. Wandering into the shadows of the rock, Mina was surprised to see light emanating from deep within the craggy passage. Meandering between the boulders, they emerged into a large cavern, where they discovered the smouldering remains of a fire and several blankets spread out across the soft sand, the imprint of people’s bodies still upon them.
    The fire would have poured smoke through an angled blowhole forged by the waves, which provided a natural chimney while keeping the interior of the sea cave warm and dry by protecting it from wind and rain alike. The pile of logs had burnt down almost to ashes, but extra fuel was piled nearby, apparently left behind by the noble or nobles who had entered this place to play.
    Mina sat down beside the dying fire and used her hooves to clamp hold of a log. She lifted it up in a scissor grip and placed it carefully on the fading embers. She added