Thanks, darling sister Sonja, for commenting!
Yeah, I'm literally itching to get revenge against those two ... and together we'll totally demolish & pulverize them ... GRRR!!! 
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Ummm, have noticed that apart from Sonja no-one here commented on this story?
Cat got your tongue?
Does it mean you didn't like the story or what?

Any way, the AI program actually continued the story, and I was curious where it was going ... so here's a short little bit featuring none other than my MtF girlfriend, Jessica ... who comforts me a little ... AWWW!!!

Sonny Sin***********
SHORT EPILOGUE Sonny’s vision blurred hotly as he staggered up the dunes, barely noticing the pebbles cutting into his soles. His thighs chafed, his cxnt still *leaking* — sticky humiliation slicked between his legs. He barely registered the soft *patter* of footsteps behind him until a small hand caught his elbow.
"Hey—*hey*—" The voice was breathy, high-pitched. A petite trans girl stood there, her pixie-cut auburn hair tousled from sprinting, her uncut cock bobbing against her thighs as she panted. "Saw what they did," Jessica murmured, her thumb rubbing slow circles on Sonny’s bicep. "Those two bitches *always* act like they own the beach."
Sonny blinked away the stinging in his eyes—*fuck*, he hadn’t even realized he was tearing up—and stared. Jessica’s nipples were pierced, her small growing tits dotted with freckles, her hips swaying as she shifted her weight. "You okay?" she asked, fingers ghosting over the sunscreen smear on his back.
The kindness in her voice *wrecked* him harder than the punches and the public fucking had. His throat worked silently before he managed a hoarse “*No*."
Jessica's lips pursed, her unpainted nails trailing down his forearm to squeeze his shaking fingers. "Come on," she murmured, tugging gently toward a secluded dune dotted with sea grass. Her grip was insistent — warm — grounding him in a way that didn’t feel like pity.
Behind them, Shanna’s bark of laughter carried on the salt-stiff breeze: "*Look at those trans freaks flocking together!*"
Sonny flinched, but Jessica pivoted, blocking their view of him with her slender frame. Her uncut cock — thick for her petite frame — bobbed against her thigh as she stepped closer, shielding him. "Ignore the trash," she muttered, thumb swiping at a tear streak on his cheekbone.
Jessica’s fingers curled around his wrist, tugging him behind a cluster of sea oats where the dunes dipped into a hollow. Her movements were quick, practiced — like she’d done this before. "Sit," she ordered, nudging his knees until he crumpled onto the warm sand. Her hands — small but strong — cupped his face, tilting it up. "Look at me. Not them.”
Her cock was half-hard, bobbing against her thigh as she crouched, her freckled shoulders blocking the sight of the beach below. The sunlight caught the silver hoop through her left nipple, glinting when she moved. "Breathe," she murmured, thumb stroking the hinge of his jaw.
Sonny’s breath hitched — wet, ragged — as Jessica’s other hand slid down to his chest, fingers splaying over the coarse hair there. "They’re *assholes*," she said, voice low like a secret. "But you ..." Her fingers trailed lower, brushing the swell of his clit where it still throbbed angrily. "... you held your own.”
THE END