“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.