It was a wonderful and sunny summer day and Serena should have been enjoying herself on the beach. But one thing was delaying her. A sign at the entrance that said “Crab Watch: [HIGH] chance of crab encounters today!”

The word “high” hung from a hook attached to the sign so that different levels could be swapped in.

Serena rolled her eyes. Crabs? The things people ate with butter? The little scuttling guys? Who carrrred if there were more of them than usual or whatever that sign was trying to say! Serena had a beach to enjoy. A new bikini to debut! Maybe some beach hunks to stare at!!

So the secretary bird walked onto the beach, feeling the warm sand between her toesies. Scoffing at a small stand selling overpriced swimsuits right by the entrance. Who waited to get a swimsuit until they were already at the beach? Idiots, probably.

Serena found a good spot near the water. She unfolded her beach chair, stabbed her umbrella into the sand, and reclined glamorously in the warm sunlight.

Truly, this was the life. Well worth blowing off her Science Laboratories internship instead of spending a nice day cooped up helping a dweebish ferret sort chemicals.

The heat enveloped her like a blanket and she nodded, nearly napping. Her eyes closed and her mind was blissfully free of worries or distractions.

Until she felt a tugging.

Serena’s eyes shot open to the sight of her own naked chest, her small breasts and their dark nipples exposed to anyone who happened to be walking by.

Where was her bikini top? Did it ride up when she sat in the chair? Get tangled in the chair somehow? … Get blown away by a particularly strong breeze that she somehow missed?

A flash of blue drew her eye. Her bikini top! It was… moving away on the ground?

Then she saw it. A little crab was holding her bikini in its claw and scuttling away.

“What?” Serena asked to no one in particular. “Wait…”

The crab was scuttling towards the ocean.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Serena yelled.

She lunged out of her beach chair and chased after the crab with her arms crossed over her chest to hide her bare breasts. If that crab got into the water, she couldn’t kiss her bikini top goodbye because it’d be gone!

“AH! Come back with my top!!” Serena begged the crab. But the creature had no mercy and scuttled right right into the ocean.

Serena knelt in the waves and swept her hands along the wet sand underneath the water but couldn’t find anything chitinous or bikini-esque.

Only after raging at the ocean - screaming, kicking, and throwing handfuls of sand at the waves - did Serena realize that her carrying on had attracted a small crowd with keen interest in staring at her toplessness.

Covering up the best she could, Serena ran back to her beach chair. Hopefully, she had enough money in her bag for one of those price-gouging swimsuits she saw earlier…

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It's the summer time! Summer means swimsuits and beach pics! And as it's known in ENF circles, beaches are the prime hunting ground of dangerous bikini-seeking crabs.

I would have thought I'd have a crab stealing swimsuit picture before now but apparently I don't! Rachael has been hogging all the clothes stealing. How greedy, Rachael.

Lucky Serena getting to be the first of my gals to get crabbed.

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Serena Sagittarius owned by me
Art by  temporarywizard