“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.