[Web Res] Furry Wife of the Week: Wave The Swallow (Topless)

Hey look I made another topless version for some reason!

Don't forget the zip for all the versions is on the "Covered" version

Short Story

Rivals in the Sun (Topless)

The beach stretched out like a golden promise under the midday sun, waves crashing lazily against the shore. Tails had come here with Sonic, Knuckles, and Amy, all of them eager to ditch the chaos of their usual adventures for a day of sand and surf. The air smelled of salt and sunscreen, and the heat pressed down on Tails’ fur as he helped set up their spot—towels, an umbrella, the works. He was just starting to relax when a familiar voice cut through the chatter.

“Well, well, look who decided to crash our beach day,” Jet drawled, sauntering over with Storm lumbering behind him. And there, beside them, was Wave the Swallow.

Tails’ eyes flicked to her, and he froze. Wave was leaning against a surfboard, all casual confidence, but it wasn’t her usual gearhead smirk that caught him off guard. She was wearing a blue striped bikini that looked like it was fighting a losing battle to contain her curves, the fabric stretched tight across her chest. Her short jeans were a joke—unbuttoned and slung low, showing off the matching bikini bottom hugging her hips. Tails blinked, then blinked again. He’d always seen Wave as a rival, a sharp-tongued mechanic who could outsmart him on a good day. But this? This was new. Shapely didn’t even begin to cover it.

She caught him staring and smirked, tilting her head. “What’s the matter, shorty? Never seen a beach before?”

Tails snapped his gaze away, cheeks burning. “Just... uh, checking out the surf,” he mumbled, fumbling with a towel. Smooth, real smooth.

The groups merged into a loose truce, deciding to kill time with a volleyball game. Sonic and Jet took charge, picking teams like it was a world championship. Tails ended up with Sonic, Wave with Jet. As the ball flew back and forth, Tails tried to keep his head in the game—honest, he did. But every time Wave moved, it was like his brain short-circuited. She’d leap for a spike, and that bikini top would shift just enough to make his heart stutter. She’d dive for a save, and those unbuttoned jeans would slip lower, revealing the curve of her hips. He missed a shot—then another—his eyes darting to her when he thought no one would notice.

“Yo, Tails, you asleep over there?” Knuckles called, laughing.

“Nah, just... off my game,” Tails shot back, forcing a grin. Off his game was an understatement. He was a mess, and Wave’s every move was the reason.

Jet’s team won, mostly because Tails couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn. Afterward, the gang decided to grab lunch at a café down the shore. Tails waved them off, sinking into a lounge chair. “I’m good, just gonna rest. Bring me back something, okay?”

Sonic shrugged. “Don’t fry out here, buddy.”

As they wandered off, Tails let out a long breath, closing his eyes. The sun was warm, the waves a steady hum. He tried to sort through the tangle in his head—Wave, that outfit, the way she moved. He’d never thought of her like this before. Rival, sure. Annoying, definitely. But attractive? It was messing with him.

A shadow fell over him, and he cracked an eye open. Wave stood there, hands on her hips, that smirk back in full force. “Hey, shorty. Thought I’d keep you company.”

Tails sat up, startled. “Wave? I thought you went with—”

“Nope.” She dropped onto the chair next to him, so close her thigh brushed his. The heat of her skin sent a jolt through him. “Caught you sneaking peeks out there. You think you’re smooth, huh? Cute, but I’m not impressed yet.”

He opened his mouth to protest—I wasn’t sneaking—but the words died when she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a tease. “Let’s see if you can handle me up close, shorty.”

Then, with a flick of her fingers, Wave reached up and tugged her bikini top free, letting it fall to the sand beside her. Tails’ breath hitched, his eyes widening as she bared her chest, purple feathers framing curves that gleamed in the sunlight. She didn’t flinch—just grinned, slow and wicked, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Her hands slid to her chest, cupping herself, teasing the soft swell of her breasts with a lazy, deliberate touch. She gave them a playful squeeze, her fingers brushing across her skin, and Tails felt his whole world tilt.

“W-Wave—” he stammered, his voice a wreck, his face burning hotter than the sun overhead.

“What’s wrong, shorty?” she purred, leaning in so close he could feel her breath on his cheek. “Thought you liked sneaking a peek. Figured I’d make it easy for you.” Her fingers danced over her chest again, a slow, taunting rhythm, and she arched her back just enough to push the view into overdrive. “Still think you’re smooth?”

Tails couldn’t look away—didn’t want to, even if his brain was screaming at him to say something, do something, anything. She was all confidence, all challenge, and it was unraveling him thread by thread. His rivalry with her, that constant push and pull over gears and smarts, felt miles away now. This was Wave in a whole new light—bold, shameless, and daring him to keep up.

“You gonna just stare?” she teased, her voice a low hum that vibrated through him. One hand lingered on her chest, the other resting on her thigh, inches from his. “Or you gonna show me what you’ve got?”

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