Pipp made her way down one of the streets of Zephyr Heights, in what she believed what an adequate disguise; her mane was concealed in a bandana, and her eyes concealed with her gold-framed, violet lens sunglasses, and a casual cloak covering her wings and cutie mark.

She walked up to a storefront, with a colorful logo mounted above the door.

Cloudz

Pipp lowered her glasses for a moment to take a glance inside the windows, trying to see if there was anypony currently in there. Not seeing anypony, she took a deep breath, pushed her sunglasses back up to her eyes, and went for the door, pushing it open, and stepped inside. She took another look around for other patrons, and breathed a quiet sigh of relief when she saw nopony else. She confirmed that she was the store's sole customer when the cashier came from around the counter.

"Good afternoon, ma'am, my name is Gusty, the owner of Cloudz. May I help you find anything?" the stallion pegasus asked.

Steeling herself, she offered the stallion a soft smile, before removing her sunglasses and bandana, and Gusty's expression went to one of utter surprise as he instantly recognized just who had walked into his store.

"Y-Your Highness!" he nearly gasped, immediately offering a short bow. "What brings you into my shop?"

"Well, I imagine the same thing that my friend Sunny was after a bit ago. She told me she stopped in to see your adult section," Pipp told him, trying her best to hide her nerves that were absolutely ready to pop off.

"My adult... Oh, I see," the stallion replied, as he began to put the pieces together in his head.

"Yes, I'd like to reveal myself as the source of all your shipments to the castle over the years," Pipp said, unable to hold back the fierce blushing in her cheeks any longer.

Gusty cleared his throat as he stepped over to the door, and flipped his sign from "Open" to "Closed", before sliding the deadbolt lock into place, before turning back to Pipp.

"If I may say, if you had stepped into my shop a week ago and said such a thing, I might not be on my hooves right now. I guess Sunny's confession sort of prepared me. Your Highness, I want to thank you profusely, not only for your continued patronage over the years, but of course for your boldness and bravery of coming here yourself. Right this way, please," Gusty told her, leading her to the back left corner of the store.

As Pipp silently looked up and down the shelves, she saw that it was just a small sampling of what was available on the shop's website.

"Your Highness, is there perhaps a problem with my website's ordering form?" Gusty asked.

"Hm? Oh, no. I've got plenty of supplies, and even more in Maretime Bay. I was just... Testing myself, if you will," Pipp explained, turning completely to the stallion. "All of my friends are involved in ageplay on one side or the other, and it's because of some extremely lucky circumstances. So the past couple days, I've been wondering if I want to share any of this with my fans, to see if anypony's ageplaying side can potentially be awakened like Sunny's was."

Gusty nodded as he listened intently.

"I'll go ahead and assume that your mother has already cautioned you against something like that, so that I don't have to be so bold as to try," Gusty told her.

Pipp nodded.

"I told her that I'd think about it very hard before making a decision," she told the owner.

"I can understand why Sunny got curious about it; Maretime Bay's access to the Canternet is only weeks old, Your Highness. As a content creator, you likely keep most of your focus on family-friendly content, but you do realize that finding ageplay resources and content is not difficult at all, yes? I truly don't want to see your reputation irreparably damaged by trying to reach out to an ageplaying audience and having minimal impact."

Gusty saw the disappointment on Pipp's face as his words nearly mirrored her mom's reasons just an hour earlier.

"Part of me just feels wrong keeping this piece of myself to myself," Pipp confessed.

"But you're not, Your Highness. You've got friends who have accepted this side of you, and I'll boldly assume a sister as well. If you're feeling like you need to express yourself, and help others find themselves, I do have an idea that I will gladly run by you."

With that, Gusty came up next to her, and turned her back to the shelves of adult diaper packages.

"If you're looking to make new content, why limit yourself to just ageplay? Take diapers, for instance; my online and in-pony orders aren't just for ageplay sessions. They can easily enrich bondage play, as well," Gusty explained.

"What are you saying?" Pipp asked.

"I'm saying, if you want to encourage your fans to explore, and find parts of themselves they perhaps didn't know existed, why not take a much, much broader approach to kink? Subjects like bondage, hoof fetishes, cross-dressing... I promise those are much more common than ageplay is. That way, when you do get to ageplay, viewers will just assume it's the next item on your checklist of kinks you're covering. Late at night, I'm sincerely hoping, so you don't accidentally show this to any of your younger fans."

Gusty saw the proverbial light bulb come on above Pipp's head as her eyes widened and her expression brightened.

"Well, first off, you clearly have no idea how late some of my younger Pippsqueaks stay up. But I do see where you're coming from, and will absolutely find a way to age-gate content of that kind. But... Wow, Gusty. You've certainly given me a lot more to think about. Thank you so much. I'll get out of here so you can open back up," the princess told him.

Together they walked back to the front door together, and the ideas were nearly overloading Pipp's creative side.

"A late-night stream about kinks! What would I call it? Ooh, ooh, how about Pipp After Dark?" She excitedly asked as Gusty unlatched the door.

"I do believe I will leave decisions like that in the hands of capable experts such as yourself Your Highness. Best of luck, Princess, and thank you again. I'm looking forward to fulfilling your next order."

Pipp gave him a nod and a wave before heading down the street, wondering just where in horse feathers she was going to begin with this new idea.

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