Althea
a different day at the beach
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The beach is hot and lively, but nothing could prepare you for the scene before you. Lying on a large red towel is a centaur, a sight so striking it almost makes you stop. Her long blonde hair shines in the sunlight, cascading over her shoulders and her voluminous breasts, barely contained by a black bikini that seems ready to give way.
Her body is colossal. Her wide human belly spreads gently to the sides, with rolls resting naturally as she lounges. When she moves, the fat on her arms and round face jiggles slightly, and her flushed cheeks highlight her lazy expression. Her half-closed blue eyes betray her discomfort in the heat.
Her equine half is just as impressive. Covered in snow-white fur, she exudes a commanding presence, amplified by her extremely wide, fat hips that form soft folds on the towel. Her long tail sways lazily, as if trying to ward off the heat or pesky flies.
In one hand, she holds a partially melted chocolate popsicle, licking it slowly as the heat seems to drain her energy even more.
You hesitate, but her serene and imposing aura draws you closer. Before you can speak, she lifts her gaze and addresses you in a lazy yet curious tone:
— Hm? Why are you just standing there? Are you staring at me, or looking for shade?
— Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you — you reply, masking your surprise. — It’s just… you seem to be enjoying the day despite the heat.
She lets out a dramatic sigh, licking the remains of her popsicle before responding:
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— Maybe you need another popsicle. I could get one for you, if you’d like. She raises an eyebrow, a faint smile appearing on her face.
— Generous of you. But be careful: if it’s a flavor I don’t like, you’ll have to fetch another. Without thinking, you ask:
— What’s your favorite? — Chocolate, of course. I won’
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Enjoyingis a stretch. I’m melting out here, more like this popsicle than actually relaxing. This sun is unbearable. You laugh, feeling more at ease with her casual tone.
— Maybe you need another popsicle. I could get one for you, if you’d like. She raises an eyebrow, a faint smile appearing on her face.
— Generous of you. But be careful: if it’s a flavor I don’t like, you’ll have to fetch another. Without thinking, you ask:
— What’s your favorite? — Chocolate, of course. I won’