Beach Babes Eat Out [Plot with Gazzer]

[Dandead10]

The sea was something that was always a bit strange. At times it could be calm and beautiful. On other days it could be destructive and grotesque. Well, this day for a certain Kazarashi Riri was wonderful. The seahorse fishwoman had recently arrived to an island known as Silvers Island. Having heard of the land’s craving for fine cuisine and seeking their techniques and critique on her cooking, the diner seahorse came to test her metal. In preparation, Riri had swam all day under the waters to catch a bountiful plethora of ingredients for her to prepare a fine meal. What she had amassed after a day’s swim was a string of seaking tuna, paint scallops, clamper clams, konga king krabs, and ONE boxer shrimp. In terms of vegetation, she had decided to give herself a variety other than just what came from the sea. Sea cucumber, seahorse fruit, green onions, potatoes, and radish.

Well, with her big bag of supplies, she had come to the surface only to discover...she couldn’t cook and display what she had without proper permits. Disappointing was what it was. After finding that boxer shrimp, it sure did give her a beating before she could stuff it into her sack. Fresh ingredients were best, so majority of these ingredients were still living and breathing. With nowhere else to go, and majority of people looking at her oddly, she decided to cook in the one place where nobody could judge her, the beach. The beach greeted and said farewell to all ships and people that came anywhere. So, she chose right in the middle to begin her art. Due to her not being able to cook without a permit, and having no crowd to cook for, she sold some of her hard earned ingredients to those who were willing to purchase.

“Hmm...what have we got left?" One tuna, a few scallops, the boxer shrimp, a konga king crab, and majority of her vegetables. Setting down her...ridiculously large backpack of ingredients, she considered what would be a good dish to eat for herself. Something light, could be easily packed, and wouldn’t go bad too soon. After five minutes of contemplation, it hit her. “Neptune Stew. Though...something to sweeten it up would be nice. Oh...well...nothing a smidgen of rum can't fix hee hee.” Looking to the rocks, the ocean blessed her. Sitting on the stones were the spark abalone. Taking the liberty to draw the trusty katana she wore at her side, the Ryo Wazomono specially crafted for her, she...carefully gathered them and placed them on banana tree leaves.

Neptune’s Stew was generally a poor people’s food on Fishman Island but it could easily feed a vast amount of people for a series of days and tasted delicious. Lacking too many proper kitchen tools at the moment, Riri had no shame in using her sword for the deed. If it could take the lives of people, it could just as well be used to take the lives of her ingredients. Besides, it got her swordsmanship skills to stay sharp...not really...well, maybe? The dish had a number of steps, but they were relatively simple. If only she had the chance to show the people of the island the wonders of Fishman Island cooking! Well, she would settle for cooking in isolation for now. Perhaps some beach goers would like to test what she was cooking! Sounded like a great idea. The sun shined down on this yellow creature as she began working on her dish. Yum yummy in the tummy. She couldn't wait to get her cooking muse into action.

[Kami-Gaz]

The air was chill but abuzz with work. Since the castle blew up a few months ago the island has been a hive of activity, people all working to repair the central castle that was so rudely destroyed by a despicable pirate in the middle of a near city wide fight between what were the two un-cooperative factions of the island. This brought an unexpected new lease of life to the economically crippled island. This new lease of life kick started the economy as the World Navy sent a clean-up detail and partially funded the repairs.

Having recently arrived on the island the fish woman known as Mckeala Kenzington was walking down one of the many ports of the small four island cluster, her body clad in naught but a two-piece black swimsuit with yellow star pattern and a translucent black sarong that was tied around her waist. The rare sunshine that was beating down on the island gave a nice and tropical feel and the sounds of work in the distance were muffled by the sounds of a local party. One which the woman was heading too. This was also a new turn of events as well for Silvers Island, parties were now common place as people blew off steam away from the oppressive captain of local barracks being taken away due to life threatening injuries and replaced with a much laxer man.

The party was not the only thing turning head, the small but amazingly mature body of the fish woman was turning heads, both in awe and disgust. The fishman race was still seen as a bit of a fearsome thing out in the blues and those who fear a thing are certain to show distaste and hate in equal amounts towards it. This however was not a thing most people acted on… they were still too scared of the fish woman and what she might do to them with her superior strength and odd abilities.

It was about now that Kay’s sense of smell was taking control, her toned stomach was rumbling as a familiar scent filled her nostrils. A girl cannot party on an empty stomach… can she? Well she cannot and this smell was a perfect meal to get her fuelled up for a night of good fun. The ex-gladiator learned a few things in her past… and one of the biggest lessons she learned was to never have an empty stomach.

“Mhmm, I remember this scent from somewhere~” The bioluminescently freckled woman hummed as she practically skipped along, following the scent in an almost comical fashion. She moved with a grace that only real dancer had. The tapping of her feet and movements of her body as she swung her hips and bounded around the corner almost got her in trouble as she very nearly smacked a man with all her power. This was stopped mere inches from him, but the blast of air pushed him back a few steps. “Whoooops sorry! I just can’t stop myself from dancing!” Kay said in an apologetic tone, the smile not leaving her face.

The apology was quick and the woman’s retreat was quicker, leaving the man who was barely keeping balance to wonder what happened as she ran around him towards the smell of the food. “I’ll take 3 please!” She shouted from a distance, running over at top speed now, and people were clearing a path for the small hurricane that was coming through.

[Dandead10]

As the fishwoman worked in peace, she had soon heard the call of “I’ll take 3 please!” What a pleasant surpr- oh lord was someone running at her fast. Why, the floating sand behind her almost made her wonder if a natural disaster was coming her way as opposed to a person. Well, turns out that she was half right. The person coming WAS a natural disaster, but still a person. A fish person in actuality. While she would love to voice her shock at seeing one of her kin on this island, she had no time. It was time for her to finish making her dish. Lacking a proper bowl for her surprise visitor, the crafty seahorse resorted to using part of the shell of the crab itself for the dish. Quickly adding in the onions as the last bit of the ingredients needed to simmer and enhance the umami of the dish, the seahorse did not bother hiding herself. Reaching into her sack at the last moment, there was the dropping of a bit of rum. Not too much now, just enough to add that bit of punch and warmness that only alcohol could give.



Just like that, her kin would be able to arrive on time for a common food of their shared race. Using a metal ladle, the fishwoman took a fair portion of all ingredients before slowly presenting her food to the buxom woman in front of her. While Riri was well endowed, certainly not as well endowed as this woman was. “Konichiwa Sister! On the house!” Those five words were all that needed to be said as the spoon was already in the bowl. It was hot, and the broth was a light orange color in appearance. Those ingredients seemed to simmer and the aroma would smell sweet and oh so tangy. Looking with curiosity in how this dancer would react to the fickle tune of her Neptune’s Stew, her eyes stared in excitement. The spices she used were from home...oh how she missed and yet didn’t miss Gyojin Island. To Riri, food was one of the best ways to communicate and bond with other people. Taking the saying that a way to a person’s heart was through their stomach, Riri was always able to get friends pretty quickly.



The taste, now that was an entirely different thing than the aroma. It would be sweet and yet not overly so mixed with the tangy spiciness and mellowness of the seafood and radish. However, it felt more filling and heavy due to the potatoes starchy goodness. The seafood of course was of the freshest variety and most of all and the onions only bolstered the taste of the entirety. It would perhaps remind any dweller of her home island of the cold winters where friends and families gathered to share and embrace one another in the dish that was oh so delicious and yet so easy to get. It would touch the hearts of the poor. The seahorse slowly sat back on a rocky stone to allow the hurricane of breasts, thighs, and fishy attributes to eat her fill. Then she would eat. The young yellow horse of the sea had learned long ago and not so long ago that there was always someone that was hungry, and that as a cook it was only right for her to satisfy the needs of those people before herself. She was a cook, she could always prepare something for herself, but not always would she have the luxury of preparing something for others.

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