Sailing High Sea

Chapters

Big Date
Big Throbbing Surprises
Big on the Beach

Big Date

“AAAAAHHHHH!”

Strong winds whipped at High Seas face. When Genevieve had told her about picking her up at dusk she was one hundred percent literal. At sunset, right as the last beach-goer was walking to the boardwalk, the towering hippogriff had swooped down out of the sky, confirmed she was done with her shift, then grabbed her around the waist and took off. It was so fast she barely had time to register that she was hundreds of feet above the beach as night fell.

“CAN WE SLOW DOWN OR SOMETHING!?” High Sea called out. Genevieves talons had wrapped completely round her torso and despite the firm grip, the sheer speed was making her body aflutter. Or perhaps it was the fact she was so easily picked up and palmed by this beautiful bird. High Sea didn’t feel truly scared. It was thrilling in fact. Genevieve had pulled her up against her collarbone by the base of her neck, and High Seas hooves were braced just above her pectoral muscles. After being in the heat all day the grip on her body actually felt great. It was like she was enveloped by a slab of cool stone. Almost like being on a special spa table.

A spa table hurtling through the night sky.

Just when High sea was considering lighting up her horn for a vocal enhancement spell (taught standard to all unicorn lifeguards in lieu of providing a megaphone) the hippogriff went vertical, then touched down. They had arrived at the array of aerial cloud cottages high above the beach town.

“You okay, cutie?” said Genevieve with a tinge of concern in her voice. She brought High Sea up to her face to inspect her.

“Uuurgh… how’s my hair, Genny?” asked High Sea, pulling her arms free as Genevieve relaxed her grip.

“Messy. But that’s how it looked before.”

“Oh ha-HA,” High Sea said sarcastically, but blushed anyway. Her mane was perennially a mop, with thick cords of heavy hair hanging off her scalp. The two-toned pink purple hair she sported made it look naturally messy. As a result she would cut it short around her neck to make dealing with it less aggravating. After a day in the sun and surf it was very unruly. A regular comb would lose its teeth were High Sea to attempt to fix it.

Genevieve clicked her beak. “I didn’t mean to say it in a bad way. I love how it looks on you.”

High Sea flushed red as Genevieve brought her thumb up past her cheek to flick the hair out of the mare’s eyes. Her heart instantly began to race once more. She remained silent and just let the hippogriff stroke her mane for a few moments.

Before she had a chance to respond, the hippogriff swiveled to face the front door and began lowering her to the floor level.

“WaitWaitWait!” High Sea recoiled helplessly in the hippogriffs palm. “I don’t know the spell for clouds! Don’t put me down!”

The hippogriff continued lowering her and High Sea squirmed desperately. Clouds whipped around her ankles in lazy crescents. But stopped, once she was facing a bright purple glowing orb with a smiling Pegasus pony etched onto it. The orb pulsed brightly by the bottom of the door, sitting on an ornate pillar.

“Touch this,” commanded Genevieve. “You’ll be fine.”

High Sea eyed the glowing orb warily for a brief moment, then quickly reached out to tap it when she realized what it was. Magical energy flowed into her light a shot of lightning. One of her Pegasus coworkers had told her a while ago that all the sky-lofts had enchanted orbs charged with the cloud-walking spell for non-flighted guests. Of course that's what it was. High Sea felt sheepish.

“Sorry. I… didn’t mean to overreact.” High Sea twisted in the hippogriffs talons to look up at her.

“Don’t worry about it. That’s a normal way to react for any non-flier,” said Genevieve assuredly, gently placing the unicorn onto the clouds. She smiled at her again, the one stray feather dangling between her face, before standing up and pulling off the elastic key-band round her left wrist.

“K-Kay,” High Sea stammered. This was the first time she was actually standing next to the hippogriff on level ground (cloud?) and she now truly had a grasp on their height difference. Side by side she was just about eye level with the space directly above Genevieve's KNEE. Even her hooves were supersized, the fetlocks of hers long and shaggy almost like a stallions, but curled upwards and traveling up to the bottoms of her powerful calf muscles before seamlessly transitioning into a smooth short coat like her own. She couldn’t help but trace her eyes up and up as the monument of feminine muscle fiddled with the lock to the door. Every tiny twitch or motion caused the muscles in her arm and back to subtly flex.

KA-CLUNK

“Got it! These doors are really finicky,” Genevieve pushed the door wide open and stepped inside. “Come in.”

High Sea leapt inside, taking a few extra steps to clear the door as it lazily swung itself shut.

“Wow…Genny… this place is HUGE!”

Genevieve giggled and High Sea smiled broadly. There was something about the way she giggled that was disarming. It was high and bouncy, even cute. It didn’t seem to match her large, powerful form, long deadly talons and sharp beak.

“You know, I was actually going to write a letter to let the owner know it feels too small,” Genevieve picked up a super sized blanket resting on the sofa and tossed it onto a huge armchair adjacent to the door. ‘But it’s actually not the worst thing. It’s cozy in here.”

“I feel like I’m in a banks foyer. Or a dollhouse,” said High Sea, running her fingers through her hair. Though she couldn’t see where it was coming from, there was cool air circulating inside. There was a light clinking noise as Genevieve tossed her wristband onto a nearby end-table that had a large plant in a vase atop it. High Sea felt her heart start thumping in her chest again while observing the hippogriff fiddle with some papers. In the soft light she could make out every groove in Gennys muscled backside.

“So…” she began softly, twisting her hands together. “Just to be totally open about this. I’ve never in my whole life ever gone… out, so suddenly before! Like, just out of work. I’m still in my work clothes! Hair is a total mess. I smell like cocoa butter. So I uhh….”

High sea trailed off into silence. Genevieve had reached behind her back to unclasp her tiny bikini. The hippogriff sighed in relief as the two huge mound on her chest wobbled free from the restraints and settled apart with a hefty jiggle, giving High Sea a great view of the slopes of her breasts peeking out from the back. The bikini bottoms were similarly released, joining the top in a glittery purple piles on the floor.

“I… was, wondering what you had…” She held her tongue as Genevieve turned to face her, hands on her hips and looking down at her with those half lidded eyes. Her body was even more amazing nude, the fading sun and soft interior light casting the perfect mount of light to highlight every ridge and muscle on her towering form. Those huge soft breasts rose and fell with each breath, the pale hills capped with dark peaks and wide dark areola. There was a thicker tuft above Genevieves' mound but the area was otherwise trim and clean.

Genevieve took three large strides towards High Sea, who reflexively took a small step back from the quick approach. The hippogriff kneeled into a squat, her large breasts mashing against her knees and squishing out over her legs. Similarly her calf and quadriceps bulged outward powerfully, and Genevieve dangled her arms a bit forwards while locking eyes with High Sea.

“....w-wondering what you wanted to do tonight for a… date?” sputtered High Sea finally, her brain going absolutely haywire in the presence of this titan of a female.

“You,” replied Genevieve.

There wasn’t time to process what to say or do next. Genevieve unfurled her wing without making a sound and scooped High Sea up in her feathers to her beak, opening her mouth and tilting her head sideways to meet the petite unicorn for a kiss.

High Sea had briefly wondered after their first encounter what it would be like to make-out with someone that didn’t have lips. Her answer shoved its way halfway down her throat. Genevieve's tongue was a warm, wet python that absolutely dominated her tiny little mouth. High Sea moaned, her body going limp as she gave in to the kiss. Despite her own tongue being dwarfed in size the hippogriff was adept at making out with a much smaller mouth. She wrestled with it slightly, swirled about inside, and even sucked lightly at a full mouthful of Genevieve's big tongue in between gasps.

High Sea squealed low in delight, her mouth still occupied as Genevieve began to slowly knead both of her breasts using her thumb. The stimulation made her instantly soaked. She started rocking her hips forwards and shuddered with delight when on the third thrust she felt what must have been Genevieve's knuckle pressing against her. It was just bumpy enough that every other thrust was pressing her clit into the smooth slick digit.

And then it stopped.

At some point during the make-out Genevieve had switched holding her from wings to her palm. High Sea didn’t even notice. She was flush, panting, and totally aroused. Her coat was damp with sweat. Saliva broke off into a thick trail below her lower lip. A shiver ran through her. This was the most turned on she’d even been in her life.

Genevieve adjusted High Sea in her grip, moving her up slightly and tilting her so her legs were laying supine on her forearm, her butt pressing against the wrist, and her backside against Genevieve's palm. She felt Genevieves talon resting against the back of her head, and two others curled up to provide some pressure against her collarbone. Genevieve's other hand appeared and went to her torso, where High Sea noticed her bathing suits fabric had bunched up between her breasts, both of them popping out and visible.

“Ahhh,” High Sea quietly exhaled, the huge talons went to her right shoulder to pull her strap down. Then her left. With the gentlest motion Genny adjusted her grip to hold High Sea by the thighs with another digit resting between her shoulders as the garment loosened. She was being undressed like a little doll! High Sea remained still as the mini-giantess peeled the damp bathing suit off her slick sweaty form, the suit twisting into itself as it rolled down her thighs. When the suit slipped past her ankles High Sea heard it fall to the ground in a wet slap.

Now she was every bit as nude as the towering hippogriff holding her up. Genevieve slid her thumb down in a smooth horizontal fashion from the bottom of High Seas neck, over her soft breasts, chubby belly before resting it over her flower. High Sea dared not wriggle. It was unreal just how much control Genny held over her. Held her! The hippogriff abruptly put her down. High Sea wobbled shakily for moment.

“I’m going to rinse off in the shower for a few minutes,” declared Genevieve, stepping away to a large basket by a closet door. She pulled out a navy blue towel with gold embroidery.

“Wait…!” High Sea called out with a hand raised just as the hippogriff was about to disappear into the hallway.

“Hmm?” Genevieve paused, throwing the towel over her shoulder.

High Sea took the moment to catch her breath.

“Out of everyone on the beach…. why me?” she asked, bringing herself to a standing position. High Sea almost asked why she was taking a shower instead, but didn’t want to sound dumb again.

Genevieve giggled again. “Honestly… aside from being the prettiest mare on the beach… you looked like you could use a good time.”

Genevieve laughed at the blush that rose to High Sea’s cheeks.

“It’s so fun making you red,” she chortled, opening the bathroom door and ducking her head inside. A second later the sound of water blasting filled the room. High Sea just stood there panting, her body burning with need.

“I want you in my bed before I’m done with this showerrrrrr,” sang Genevieve, water sloshing about as she drew the curtain shut with a metallic shing.

High Sea sprinted to the open door to the right of the bathroom like her life depended on it.

“You look relaxed,” chirped Genevieve, sauntering into the room nude smelling like mountain air.

High Sea was spread out flat on one of the pillows panting into the covers. The bed was high up. Too high to simply jump in. So to get up there High Sea had at first tried shoving a nearby chair. Halfway there she gave up as it was too heavy. Plus, she realized she couldn’t scale the chair legs. In the end she had grabbed handfuls of the bed-sheets and clambered up with tremendous effort. She had been laying on the pillow for all of ten seconds before Genevieve walked in.

“Relaxed… as I’ll ever be…” High Sea raised her arm to give the hippogriff a thumbs up before letting it fall to her side.

“Good!” said Genevieve brightly. The hippogriff sidled onto the bed, the mattress groaning from the new weight. Genevieve reached over and picked up High Sea as easily as one picks up a toy, and placed her down in the space between her collarbone and breasts. Genevieve grabbed a second pillow, shoving it behind the one she was resting on, allowing her to look down at High Sea better. Using both arms, she squeezed her huge breasts together so that they rose up and were squished right behind High Seas back. Realizing the purpose of doing this, High Sea scootched backwards to rest against the warm, soft tit-flesh.

“This feels…” High Sea felt her eyes flutter close, still tired from the exertion of climbing the bed as she sank against the warm softness. It was like resting on a warm water bed. “Genny…I can’t even… words…”

The rise and fall of Genevieve's chest was so calming. The twin bigger than beach ball sized breasts she was sinking into were could not compare to the softest blanket on the planet. She laid there silently for another minute before opening her eyes again. Genevieve was observing her with a soft smile.

“What are we doing?” asked High Sea softly. The fire of arousal that had roared inside her earlier had momentarily dulled.

“I’m looking at your perfect little body, and thinking,” Genevieve said softly, adjusting her bosom so she only had to hold it with one arm. She used the other to slowly walk her talons towards High Sea. “I’m thinking… what can I safely do with you that feels good.”

“Oh. You’ve never with-”

“No,” Genevieve answered. “Not with anyone so tiny. All my partners are me-sized. Well, roughly. I’m actually a bit bigger than they are.”

High Sea bit her lip hearing that. “So you’re not average sized for a hippogriff?”

“I’m a few feet taller,” she replied. “Since you’re wondering, I am fifteen foot seven. I weigh two tons plus a few hundred pounds in boob and butt. I do in fact exercise regularly to maintain my build. And I am typically not gentle in bed.”

High Sea quivered in sexual excitement as she silently mouthed two tons. Genevieve was SO much more than Celestia. Even her fantasy Celestia didn’t compare.

“I’m five foot tall and weigh 165 pounds,” High Sea blurted out. “I swim occasionally to keep my stamina in check. My last girlfriend was a foot taller than me and…aaaaand…..”

High Sea coo’d. Genevieve had walked her talons over and was stroking her back and soft belly simultaneously.

“And I really really really like you already,” she finished, immediately regretting it because of how dumb it sounded to follow up.

Genevieve just giggled. “You’re so sweet.”

Genevieve paused her rubbing for moment, then wrapped her talons around High Seas torso, bringing her close to her beak. High Sea’s legs dangled down by her shoulders

“I hope you taste just as sweet.”

High Sea opened her legs excitedly and the big hippogriff drove her tongue in.

“WHOAH! WH-OOAAH!”

Immediately she was hit by a wonderful full sensation. That hot wet tongue was so thick within her. So FULL. So incredibly deep. High Sea arched her back, one hand pawing at her breast while the other grasped about at nothing while Genevieve serviced her pussy. In seconds she was cumming, writhing in ecstasy at the power of the orgasm rocketing through her. She absolutely gushed, the hippogriffs tongue lapping at her spasming cunt.

Just as High Sea was coming down from her first orgasm she felt the huge tongue enter again, and then Genevieve rolled her tongue into a tube shape to penetrate even deeper.

“oHhhHHhHh!” High Sea wailed as another orgasm wracked her little body. The hippogriff had both big talons wrapped everywhere around her now. It was tight enough that she could barely move, but not tight enough that it was uncomfortable. One of those talons were pressing deeply into her breasts again and making little circles. Another was winding around her long messy tail, and then began tugging at it every few seconds. And the tip of another talon was stroking her mane. The extra dual sensations triggered a third orgasm and High Sea squealed. This time Genevieve didn’t withdraw her tongue and High Sea rode it out, clenching rhythmically around the hot slippery muscle that was filling her so deeply.

They continued this for roughly fifteen more minutes. The hippogriff was an expert in pleasure. Every time that High Sea thought she would relent, Genevieve would just go at it more. Undulating her long tongue in more novel ways than the last. After several more orgasms Genevieve halted her oral assault. High Sea lay panting, her back cradled in Genevieves palm with her limbs dangling down into the air.

High Sea slowly came down from her orgasm, realizing that after Genevieve withdrew her huge tongue, she started licking up High Sea’s sweaty tummy to her left breast, lapping and kneading both breasts with her tongue, before licking up her neck, back down to her right. The unicorn moaned in pleasure with the extra attention to her nipple as Genevieve continued licking her way all along her body.

Finally, Genevieve placed High Sea down in the valley between her breasts, but the slick little mare slid down to her belly, ending up in a daze between the firm hot blocks of her cut abs. Genevieve played with her own breasts, watching the unicorn sighing happily from the last aftershocks of the orgasm. She tensed and untensed her abdomen, watching in fascination at the little mare bouncing up and down.

“Did I do a good job,” said Genevieve, more as a statement than a question.

The pleased muttering in response was a good enough confirmation. High Sea was thoroughly fucked out, and she did taste as sweet as she looked. Genevieve really couldn’t get enough of her, but now her arousal had built up enough that she needed attention.

After another few minutes of rest, High Sea rolled onto her side, bracing herself against one of Genevieves abs to look up at her.

“Your turn,” smiled Genevieve, licking her beak.

“Whazzuh… you?” High Sea rubbed her eye. “Me? For you?”

Genevieve tilted her head down and raised her eyebrows. “I think you can handle me.”

Not waiting for a followup, Genevieve reached her arms over, picked up High Sea, spread her legs slightly, and dropped the mare in the valley of her thighs.

“Oh…wow…oh my gosh,” High Sea shakily stood up, bracing her arms against the slabs of muscle bulging around her. She was no rookie when it came to pleasing another mare but this was a whole new tier. Could tiny little her sufficiently pleasure this titan to orgasm? Genevieves entrance lay in front of her, wet and glistening with arousal. It was big. just like the rest of her was big.

High Sea stumbled over, her legs still somewhat jelly from cumming so much, and knelt at the entrance. She gave a long steady lick to the inside of Genevieve's lips from bottom to top.

“Mmmm,” Genevieve hummed aloud at the sensation. “Keep going, that feels nice.”

High Sea repeated the movement, going from top to bottom and up a few times while Genevieve made little chirps of approval. Despite those sounds, High Sea felt somewhat down. This hippogriff had just provided her one of the wildest sexual thrill-rides she’d ever experienced in her life. Not being able to match that felt wrong. If only she had a huge tongue…

Mid-lick, she paused. She did have an appendage that could possibly do the trick! High Sea twisted her torso around, balled her hand into a fist, and slid her arm inside to the elbow.

The effect was immediate. Genevieve jolted on the bed. “OHH! Keep doing that!”

Grunting, High Sea sunk her arm in up the shoulder. She didn’t have particularly long limbs, but they were thicker around than normal. Genevieve bucked her hips upwards and High Sea jumped up to match the movement just in time.

“Genny! Try to be still on the bed please!” Shouted High Sea, feeling uneasy, but glad she was getting somewhere with her ministrations. Her vaginal walls were strong, clenching and unclenching around her arm. High Sea wriggled her arm about exploratorily. After a minute of moaning she unfurled her fist to stroke different parts inside, but wasn’t making Genevieve change her tune aside from the pleased moaning.

Getting an idea, High Sea balled her fist again, withdrew her sopping sticky arm, and forcefully shoved it back in all the way up to her shoulder.

“AAHH! That’s GOOD!” Genevieve arched her back slightly, careful to keep her body from rising too high. She spread her wings out wide so they filled the room on both sides. Splaying them meant she wouldn’t risk having them launch her upwards on reflex.

High Sea was pistoning her arm inside at a steady pace but was getting tired. After a full day of work plus everything that happened after stepping hoof into Gevevieves place her stamina was decreasing fast. In her heart she knew that she wasn’t going to be able-to pleasure the hippogriff the same way she did for her. She just hoped she could bring Genny to orgasm at least once before exhaustion took her. If only her arm were thicker.

A flash of inspiration struck her. High Sea withdrew her arm, sopping wet and sore. Instead of using her other arm, she crouched down, rested her left leg onto the floor while pressing her palms against Genevieve inner thigh, and lifted her right leg up. A moments hesitation later she inserted her hoof inside, then thrust her leg inside.

“OOHHHHFUCKFUCK!” Genevieve pawed at her tits and grimaced. While she’s certainly taken bigger in the past whatever the unicorn was doing was certainly doing the trick. At this level of arousal it was pretty easy to set her off. Now she was almost at her limit. All she needed was a little more to push her over the edge.

Genevieve's eyes shot open, feeling a warm undulating massaging force pulsing onto her clit. She glanced down to see pale violet light emanating from the space between her legs before being struck with an absolute monster of an orgasm.

The magic spell High Sea was casting cut out. Darkness closed in around her as Genevieve's thighs slammed together around her. Her leg was pinched incredibly tight, as juices gushed onto her waist, belly and tail. Genevieve howled and writhed onto the bed while High Sea squirmed uselessly. And it kept going. Every second was tighter and tighter on her body. She was panting, desperate for fresh air in a cavern of humid juices and aroma.

Just when she thought consciousness was leaving her the legs opened. High Sea inhaled deeply and fell out, withdrawing her leg. About three quarters of her coat was soaked in from a combination of sweat and hippogriff fluids. She was breathless, tired, and sore all over. But she had done it. She had managed to bring a giantess to orgasm.

When Genevieve scooped her up she barely reacted. All she could muster was a moan as the hippogriff plopped her down on her upper chest once more.

“You… are one amazing little mare…” Genevieve caressed High Sea’s flushed cheek. “Thank you…”

“Thank you… Genny…” breathed High Sea, scootching her limp body up closer. Her hooves were resting on the tops of Genevieves breasts. Most of her was splayed over her pectoral and collarbones. Even though it wasn’t very comfortable, she was so tired that it didn’t matter.

“If it… weren’t for you… I think… I’d have a terrible night,” High Sea grimaced for a second. Something tough was under her belly. She pulled out the purple necklace, and lovingly stared at the huge aquamarine pearl attached to it.

“I’m glad I picked you up,” sighed Genevieve happily.

Author's Note

That's the end of this tale for the most part! I've got a bonus chapter lined up, and it's almost ready.

Big Throbbing Surprises

Author's Note

Bonus chapter!! Just a little something extra~ If you're not a fan of surprises, feel free to skip this chapter.

Big Throbbing Surprises

“So this turns you into a mermaid?”

High Sea studied the pearl necklace dangling from the hippogriffs neck. It was big. About the size of a banana but with more of an teardrop shape to it.

“It used to,” Genevieve said. “Buuut I met a unicorn that altered the properties of it. So it no longer turns me into a mermaid, no.”

“Oh…” High Sea said with the slightest disappointment in her voice. “How come?”

Genevieve inhaled deeply. “It’s a personal preference. Our kind were forced into hiding by the Storm King and we all used the magic of a great pearl to change our forms. We belong to the sky, not the sea. Even though some hippogriffs choose to live in the water now… I find it uncomfortable.”

The bed creaked as Genevieve shifted her legs, drawing them up so her knees stuck into the air.

“To me it’s a reminder of worse times. I was considering getting rid of it at one point.”

There was a brief silence as the two contemplated. High Sea cleared her throat.

“Soo… what does it do now?”

Genevieve blinked. “Oh! Sorry for bringing down the mood!”

“No! It’s fine!”

Genevieve clicked her beak.

“Here. Rest your hand on the pearls surface. See what it does now!”

High Sea reached out and placed her palm onto the pearl. It was warm to the touch, but nothing seemed to happen. She spread her fingers apart and pressed more forcefully into the surface, and in a flash the pearl lit up a bright white.

“Agh!” High Sea stumbled backwards, bouncing off the walls of Genevieves breasts. “What was that abou-”

She stopped, suddenly cognizant of something very new and big throbbing beneath her legs. High Sea felt her jaw drop. A large half-erect horse-cock dangled between her legs, resting atop two ripe balls the size of oranges.

“What the fuck!?”

“Nifty huh?” Genevieve laughed, pushing her breasts together more with her one arm. “My unicorn friend has a bit of a pervy streak.”

High Sea panted heavily, trying to wrap her fingers around the new appendage. It throbbed at her touch, warm and turgid, bobbing powerfully and growing larger and more erect until finally it stopped. High Sea stroked up and down her shaft in wonder. The magic pearl have her a real stallion-hood. Real and turgid and… so big! It certainly was bigger than any she’d seen on a male. From the base to the head it was a little longer than her elbow to the tips of her fingers. Certainly thicker than her arm. Her little hand couldn’t wrap around the shaft all the way. High Sea felt her breathing quicken.

“Do I still have my vagi-aaaah!”

Genevieve interrupted her question by simple pulling the unicorn close and engulfing the entire length of her new cock and balls within her beak.

“Ohhhh myyyy starssss,” hissed High Sea, bending forwards and bracing her hands against the top part of Genevieves beak. The hippogriffs tongue was working its magic again. Licking, flicking, curling up and down along the length of her penis, then down below to juggle and lather her sack. It wasn’t as sensitive as her clit but it certainly felt amazing in its own way. Her new cock throbbed and twitched happily, and High Sea began fondling her breast, pawing madly. Already she could feel an orgasm building. An alien, but familiar anticipation brewing in her groin. She began to roll her hips gently forward, carefully minding Genevieves sharp beak at the base.

And then abruptly, it ended.

“Why’d you stop!?” High Sea gasped. Her climax was building so quickly, and now her cock bobbed in the cooler open air of the room.

“I stopped because I didn’t want you to blow your load so quickly,” Genevieve replied with an air of smugness. “Besides, I have a more fun idea.”

The hippogriff reached over, picked High Sea up under the arms and lifted her over the mounds of her chest to drop the unicorn onto her upper midsection. High Sea stumbled backwards immediately, almost falling before Genevieve tensed her midsection, firming her abs. Genevieve grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezing them together tightly.

“Go wild.”

No other direction was needed. High Sea leaned over and eagerly began fucking those huge tits. Still wet from its time in Genevieve's mouth, her cock slipped easily inside the gap. High Sea began thrusting away, resting her hands on the walls of the hippogriffs tits, mesmerized by every rippling jiggle that each thrust caused. Instead of simply bracing herself against the walls of her breasts, High Sea reached her hands up and curled her fingers around the hippogriffs fist-sized nipples, causing the amazonian to coo in pleasure from the sensation. High Sea picked up her pace in this better position, slamming her hips harder and harder.

“I’M CUMMING!” High Sea hilted herself as deep as possible, bellowing out as her new cock jerked and pulsed as thick cum coursed out of her new cock and in-between Genevieves breasts. It was brief, but powerful. Each jet of cum seemed bigger than the last until finally after ten or so spurts, her shaft spasmed one last time, the stiff appendage relaxing.

High Sea let go of Genevieves nipples, falling backwards with her eyes shut, a dopey but satisfied smile creasing her face. The orgasm was unlike any other she’d ever had. And now she was thoroughly exhausted. It was almost unreal how quickly sleep was trying to take her after all that, but considering her work day and the physical effort she put forth, it made a little sense to her.

Genevieve whistled. “Look at the mess you’ve made of me, High Sea.”

“Mrmm?” High Sea sat up on her elbows, looking over at Genevieve parting her breasts to look between them. Thick strands of pearly white cum spider-webbed between the inside of her tits, sagging heavily and running down the valley of her cleavage. It was a lot more than High Sea though she had made. A strange satisfaction crept through the back of the unicorns head.

A warm wet glob of something splattered onto her belly.

“Eugh! What?” High Sea instinctively went to wipe it off. It stuck to her fingers in drippy sticky strings, and High Sea looked up to see where it had fell from.

Her pupils shrank.

Towering above High Sea was the most massive penis ever. The dark black obelisk twitched in slow steady motions, drooling small streams of pre-cum down the length and pooling around the medial ring. Two giant dark balls rested just behind the shaft, a network of thin veins spread across the surface. Each one no doubt containing gallons upon gallons of hot cum just waiting for release. High Sea shakily stood up, walking down the cobblestone road of Genevienves muscled abdomen to confirm the cock looming over her was indeed, nearly twice her height, surely twice her weight, and absolutely thicker than most of the tree trunks she’d seen.

“Can you finish me off?” Genevieve asked sweetly, her arm reaching over to clasp her throbbing shaft. “I’m close, after all that, but sharp talons aren’t exactly the most pleasant way of getting off.”

“Me? How?” Asked High Sea, dumbfounded. She placed her hand against the titanic shaft, feeling the warm of it, then sliding her hand over a bulging vein that she could feel throbbing under the tight skin.

“Anyway you can think of,” moaned Genevieve,” that feels good.”

High Sea thought for a moment, then leapt up and jumped onto the stiff length, her hooves actually finding purchase on the huge medial ring. Genevieve moaned again, still holding her shaft with one hand to keep it steady. High Sea pressed her body against the length, burying her chest against the surface. There was a powerful, distinctly male scent emanating from all around her, with just a hint of Genevieves natural aroma. High Sea began sliding herself up and down, her arms wrapped around as much cock as she could reach. Aside from squishing her breasts against the massive penis, she felt like it wasn’t accomplishing much, despite some gentle groaning and cooing from the hippogriff. Pre dribbled down in thick streams as the slit of Geneiveves cock gushed, and High Sea was quickly becoming soaked.

Then an idea struck her. High Sea slid her palms up and felt a few thicker veins traveling up around the massive pillar of cock. With some effort, she grabbed onto them, and without hearing any cries from Genevieve besides pleasure, began climbing up the giant shaft.

Luckily, it was a short climb. High Sea figured it was about eight or so feet of dick. Still staggeringly big, but surmountable for her. Even with the amount of pre drizzling down there were patches of dry skin to grab. Genevieve seemed to be enjoying it, her head nestled back into the pillow and her other hand clawing roughly at one of her breasts. The crown of her cock was big, wide, and slippery, and very much fully flared out. It was wide enough that High Sea simply threw herself onto the mostly flat surface, her breasts squishing into the sensitive glans, her face right in front of the drooling cock-slit. She curled her legs up against as much of the shaft as she could, holding on with her arms so she wouldn’t fall off. A fat gush of creamy precum bubbled up and oozed off the side.

High Sea leaned down to lap at it, then using one hand started massaging the head of Genevieves throbbing cock.

“Ah! Ah! AH!” the hippogriff bucked slightly. “Keep doing that!”

High Sea did just so, squeezing, rubbing and massaging as pre started gushing out in more forceful spurts. The reaction from the hippogriff was immediate. Any second she could blow. High Sea started rocking her torso back and forth to get Genevieve going, and then slipped her fingers inside the cockslit, wriggling her fingers.

“AH! YES! THAT’S IT!”

Genevieve bucked her hips and High Sea almost fell off, sliding forwards rapidly before Genevieves hand shot out, planting her palm firmly against her back, talons curling around the head of her cock all around High Sea, who was now pinned between her hand and her cock.

“Uh!? Genevieve?” High Sea said quietly, before looking down to see a massive bulge traveling up along the underside of the giant shaft. High Sea had slid down so her soft belly was positioned right atop Genevieves cock-slit and couldn’t move.

The first shot of cum was a literal punch to the gut. High Sea winced at the force of it, and the second was just as hard. She could feel thick, hot sticky cum spilling out everywhere from underneath, each heavy spurt being multiple gallons, and it quickly coated her chest, breasts, and flowed down her legs as she took shot after shot of cum. It was a near endless stream, and the semen pouring down her front even coated her face.

Finally the gut-punches petered out into less forcible spurts, then stopped abruptly. Genevieve removed her palm and High Sea slid backwards off the wilting shaft, landing in a pool of warm gooey jizz that had pooled at Genevieves belly button. There was no disregarding that she was 100% cum-soaked.

She layed panting there for a moment, watching with half-lidded eyes as the massive tool she was just clambered atop deflated and retracted back into its sheath. High Sea didn’t move a muscle. It was a sort of serene sexual experience that she would probably remember for the rest of her life.

Genevieves talons slipped underneath her limp body, picking her up once more.

“You okay?” asked the hippogriff, drawing her near for a closer look.

“Yeah…” High Sea knew her belly felt sore but didn’t mention it.

“You are THE BEST,” Genevieve pecked her cheek with a kiss. “Here, let’s get rid of this before there’s even more of a mess.”
Genevieve tapped her pearl necklace and a second later High Sea felt the weight between her legs vanish. A second later and High Sea found herself splayed out just above Genevieves right breast. Genevieves palm once again rested itself on her backside, stroking her up and down tenderly.

It was very relaxing. High Sea felt sleep clawing at her once more.

“What did you think of our first date?” Genevieve asked coyly.

High Sea sighed happily. “Do I need words to describe how I think about it?” she kissed a spot on the hippogriffs chest, resting her cheek down to look up at her.

“In that case, we should do this again sometime. Get to know each other better.”

“Yeah… better…” she yawned, unable to find anything better to say to that.”

Genevieve yawned as well. “I’m sure we can chat in the morning. I don’t want to fully exhaust my new girlfriend after all.”

High Sea shut her eyes and smiled. The room was quiet. With her ear pressed into Genevieves chest, she was able to clearly hear her heartbeat, and it sped up just a bit when she said that. Her did as well, but now she could rest, safely atop her new giant girlfriend.

Big on the Beach

“Today can’t end any sooner…”

High Sea crossed her legs and let out a long sigh. There were a lot of things on her mind today that compounded her frustration. It was a hot day at the beach, made worse forty minutes ago when the sun drifted into just the exact position that she had no shade in her lifeguard tower. Plus, she had raced over on such short notice to cover a shift she hadn’t brought her sunglasses nor a beach towel. All she had was the silver whistle dangling around her neck and the red one piece swimsuit clinging to her sweaty tan coat.

To top it all off, her significant other had broken things off with her last night. The blaring summer evening heat couldn’t distract her from the heartbreak she’d endured. A seagull squawking near the bottom of the stand distracted her momentarily.

“Go awayyy!” said High Sea halfheartedly. The gull looked at her with the dull glazed-over expression most seabirds wore and resumed pecking at a small bag of chips left in the sand.

The gulls usually didn’t draw her ire. In fact she rather liked them. But losing her girlfriend had soured her mood. Canola Cream was so good to her, and a fetching mare in her own right. Tall, sleek, legs to die for, sparkling personality and very passionate in all the right ways. She had insisted last night it wasn’t to pursue a different companion. After all, she herself wasn’t lacking in the good looks department.

High Sea was curvy, with wide hips, thick legs, a waist just below chubby and big breasts that tented out most of the tops she owned. All stacked on a short frame just above 5’ made her somewhat eye-catching. Her dual purple-pink mop of a messy mane was cut short, with her tail kept long. The darker freckles dotting her light yellow coat often drew comparisons to that of a banana peel, and were more frequent on her face below her purple eyes.

The seagull screeched as another landed near the first to fight over the right to eat half a peanut butter cookie. High Sea just stared at the birds. Canola Cream had moved away to a city hundreds of miles away to pursue a cooking career. They had it out last night at her apartment (which was already packed up in cardboard boxes) with tears and shouts and arguing until she had hung her head in defeat with a quiet goodbye. A year and a half of good times ripped out in forty minutes.

The last swimmer in her part of the shore exited the deep water with a flying sprint. Aside from a few sunbathers there wasn’t much else for her to observe, but she had to keep watch anyway. She could really use a hug right now. And an umbrella.

High Sea wiped her brow, taking a final swig out of her plastic water bottle and crushed it into a ball. She tossed it behind her back into a pile with half a dozen others.

Canola had gotten a hug from the Princess last week. Princess Celestia was here at her sleepy little beach town and she had missed a chance to meet her. Only for a brief afternoon stop and she had missed her for a few hours while she had gone a couple hours inland to run an errand FOR her girlfriend. All the princesses were frequently in her fantasies. Tall, beautiful, slender, graceful, kind; but Princess Celestia was the pinnacle. Easily twice her height if not more. Equestrian royalty was a private obsession of hers. Nothing she’d ever directly divulged. High Sea felt her hands drift to her lap. If only Princess Celestia could descend from the sun right now, gliding to her with arms outstretched to hold her to her bosom and kiss her on the-

A splash snapped her back to the shoreline. One of the older sunbathers had entered the water with a belly-flop. High Sea winced and held her hand over her brow. That daydream was bust. The bright sun and sands were going to give her a headache before the day was out. She loved the beach and everything about it, but the only thing she could think about was her own misery.

Shade enveloped her like a cool blanket. High Sea blinked from the change of light and looked to her right. A giant red feathered wing had moved up to block the sun.

“You looked like you needed this,” A smooth feminine voice said above her shoulder, and the owner of the massive wing stepped forwards. High Sea felt her breath catch in her throat.

A hippogriff. She hadn’t seen one before but immediately recognized her as such. High Sea didn’t even have to glance to the ground to check for paws. All the griffons she had ever met were between her height or a head above her ex. The average hippogriff was known to rival Princess Celestias size, and she was eleven feet and change.

This hippogriff looked even bigger. A fiery crest of feathers swept back along her crown, one stray feather dangling about her beautiful face, with eyes like the deep blue of the open ocean. High Sea looked up past a staggeringly huge bust, a purple necklace dangling between the cleavage, and said breasts were barely contained by a glittering purple bikini. Below, her midsection rippled with power, her midriff lined with bulging abdominals like stacked cinder-blocks. A matching purple bikini bottom stretched across her wide hips, supported below by a pair of statuesque legs lined with slabs of defined muscle. A quick glance downwards confirmed that her hooves were sunken into the sand up to the ankles.

The wooden guard tower creaked when the big hippogriff leaned her weight into it, sinking the structure a little more into the sand. She adjusted her arm so her talons rested next to High Sea. Each talon was longer than her arm, and thicker than her torso.

High Sea realized she was staring.

“Uhh… I did need that. I’m roasting out here haha…uh. Thank yooouuu……?”

“Genevieve. You can call me Genny. But not Vivi.”

High Sea took a second to work that over, distracted by the beach ball sized breasts dangling in front of her. “Why not Vivi?”

“Because you aren’t my mom.”

High Sea snorted out a laugh and covered her face in embarrassment, causing Genevieve to laugh as well. It was a loud laugh, but surprisingly not that deep. It relaxed High Sea somewhat.

“So you’re the lifeguard?” Genny said, drumming her talons on the wooden planks. “Never seen one of those before today.”

“Really?” replied High Sea with disbelief.

“Yep. We don’t have those where I’m from you know. Because-”

“OHHH RIGHT!” High Sea slapped her forehead. “Hippogriffs can change into an aquatic form!”

Genevieve looked impressed. “Bingo. No need.”

“But it’s a need here,” sighed High Sea, looking out to the shore, noting the pair of mares traipsing about the shallows. “I can use my magic to rescue anyone who needs it, but its been a really mild season. I haven’t had to jump in for a rescue all month.”

“Aww, you’re just up in this tower baking all day?”

“Oh nononono! I go into the water. Just not for saves. I’d be toasted otherwise.”

“You seemed pretty toasted just now,’ Genny flexed her wing, the shade momentarily vanishing.

High Sea observed her wing again. The feathers and color pattern on them were quite attractive, complementing her creamy coat. It was difficult to tear her eyes away from any part of this hippogriff. Especially considering how close her humongous breasts were.

“So I haven’t seen you on the beach before today…” began High Sea.

Genny cracked a grin. “Just flew in. I’d’ve been here earlier but first went to every swimwear shop in town trying to find something to fit me with no luck.” She punctuated ‘fit me’ with a rough squeeze of her right breast, the paler flesh bulging between her talons and shifting it enough for her dark areola to slip out.

High Sea briefly ogled the sight before politely turning her attention back to the shore.

‘But you.. found something, I see?’

“Nah. I gave up. Bought the biggest looking top in the last store I was in. Then, I found a tailor who was willing to custom do straps,” Genny chuckled. “Didn’t even charge me. What a swell little pony.”

A brief image of Genevieve on her knees squeezing her huge body through a tight double doorway flashed through High Seas mind. She crossed her legs again and swallowed.

“I just wish the top complemented me better. I like wearing blue. Matches my eyes,” Genny let her breast fall to her chest with a hefty slap, which caused her areola to slip out more. “It goes with your pretty eyes. This doesn't even really match my necklace. It’s SO gaudy.”

“....huh?’ High Sea shook her head. “You think my eyes are pretty?”

“Nah,” Genny leaned in closer, her huge breasts resting on the wooden platform inches away from her knees. “I know your eyes are pretty.”

“Ehehe! Oh my gosh thank you!” High Sea felt her face flush bright crimson.

“Matches your pretty hair, too,” continued Genny, her deep blue eyes locked with High Sea.

These were really nice compliments coming from someone she just met. And they weren’t uncommon compliments. Was this hippogriff hitting on her? That couldn’t be happening. This brawny beautiful bird standing three times her height was just being nice to a local. That was all. Had to be.

“T-Thank you,” stammered High Sea, her heart racing a mile a minute. “I really like your bre- CREST! ON YOUR HEAD!”

Genny smirked, lifting up her arm to run her talons through the deep red feathers. High Sea was torn between embarrassment and arousal as she observed the swell of Gennys boulder-like bicep rise from the motion.

“Thank you,” said Genny a moment later. High Sea smiled in response as sweat broke on her brow. There was a dampness growing between her legs, and she felt her nipples rising on her chest. No doubt about how turned on she was right now. And so quickly! Not even her ex was able to do this to her. The only thing that came close were her fantasies with Celestia. But the Princess was only just a collection of dirty thoughts she delved into on lonely nights. Genny was right here, bigger and stronger and taller and beautiful in her own way, and those deep blue eyes she had filled her with all sorts of emotions she was still trying to parse.

“Hello?”

“Wha?” High Sea twisted in her seat. “I’m sorry did I zone out? The uh, heat! Does that to me. Sorry!” she wiped sweat from her forehead. “I’ve been out here almost nine hours!”

In response, Genny stretched back upright and flapped her outstretched wing in low rhythmic flaps, enough to generate a small breeze. She was smirking slightly.

“Did uh… you want to ask me something?” High Sea squirmed in her seat again, her tail twitching ever so slightly.

“Yeah.” said Genny. “Why didn’t you put on lotion today?”

High Sea scoffed, flaring her horn, bringing a half empty tube of high SPF sunscreen out. “I did! I apply it every hour!” she said defensively.

“Oh! Then it’s me turning you red, and not the sun.” returned Genny with half lidded eyes.

Sweet Celestia she was being hit on. This amazonian specimen of a hippogriff wasn’t just engaging in idle chatter. Genevieve leaned over, the wooden lifeguard stand creaking once more from the sheer weight.

“It’s my first night in town here, and I’m lonely in my little cloud cottage,” Genevieve drummed her talons against the wooden beams. “I was hoping you could spend the night with me and make it a little bit less lonely. I’ve got playing cards and some board games,” She bat her eyelids. “So, what time can I pick you up?”

“You can get me off at dusk,” High Sea blurted out, then immediately clasped her her hands over her mouth coupled with another deep blush. “I mean I get off after dus-”

High Sea double facepalmed. She was going to die from sheer embarrassment.

“I MEAN I am DONE with work at sunset,” she said into her wrists with gritted teeth.

Genevieve was unable to hold in her laughter after that. “Oh my gosh! You are THE cutest little thing!”

High Sea felt her ears flatten. She was just so dumb. Always stumbling her words at the slightest provocations. Genevieve slipped an arm-sized talon under High Seas chin and pulled it up to look her in the eyes. It was a little higher than she expected and High Sea braced her hand against the smooth digit. It was like touching a cool, polished obsidian rock.

“I hope your name matches your cuteness,” Genevieve drew closer, her big face dominating everything. At this distance High Sea noticed there was some light pink blush to her cheeks as well.

“Ohmygosh I didn’t even introduce myself,” High Sea muttered under her breath. “Sorry! My name is High Sea.”

“It does match,” Genny coo’d, her vivid eyes tracing over her body. “I’ll pick you up at sunset, High Sea.”

With speed belying her size the hippogriff drew back and sashayed away. High Sea watched, fully entranced by Genevieves big bod. The rippling back muscles were hypnotic; despite the large wingspan the hippogriff possessed they were neatly folded and didn’t totally obscure the indents of her lat muscles, or the shifting traps at her neck. Certainly, she was built, but her body-type resembled a middleweight bodybuilder more so than a professional heavyweight. HS wondered just how much she weighed with all that size and muscle stacked onto her bod…

Genevieve shot a glance back over her shoulder. High Sea flinched, caught staring, and the big hippogriff grinned and started flicking her feathered tail to and fro, ensuring the unicorn had a perfect view of her big round ass flexing over her thighs.

Once the amazonian hippogriff had turned a corner past a stand of palm trees High Sea turned back to her attention of the beach… where a majority of the remaining beach dwellers were staring at her with mirthful grins.

“Oh jeez,” High Sea flushed redder than a tomato. Light laughter broke out amongst the small crown. One blue stallion clapped and shot her a double thumbs up.

“Ugggh,” she cringed, just now realizing that of COURSE the stacked, scantily clad mini-giantess that strolled onto the beach had caught everyone else's attention too. High Sea gave an embarrassed little wave and quickly looked away to stare at the boardwalk. The sun was still beating at her, but less so than before. In about an hour it would slip below the horizon. High Sea rest her hands back onto her lap, then squeezed her thumb and forefinger on her thigh to confirm she wasn’t daydreaming.

She had a date tonite.

Author's Note

As you can tell I am using a more direct height translation that's closer to the cartoon. Since Celestia (and adult hippogriffs) are twice the sight of an average height mare, they are as anthros too. Of course, this character is above average in size amongst even her own.