Princess Pipp's persnickety Pippsqueaks petition for provocative pops
Pipp placed her phone onto its tripod. "Are we live?"
Zipp looked at her five-monitor workstation. "No, sixty seconds."
Pipp took a swig of vodka and then hid the bottle below the camera's field of view. "My Pippsqueaks are suuuuuch perverts."
"Just kidding, you're live."
"ZIPP!"
Zipp turned a monitor to face Pipp: Starting Soon.
"Not funny!" Pipp fumed.
"But your fans are total incels," Zipp agreed.
"Ziiiiipp, we can't use the 'i' word, we'll get banned," Pipp whined.
"Didn't Mom buy you the streaming company for your birthday?"
Adjusting her gold circlet, Pipp said, "Rules are rules."
"If your fans are perverts," Hitch asked, "then... why do you do this?"
Pipp flipped her wings and gave a tiny prancy-dance. "For money."
"What do you do with the money?" Izzy asked. "Orphans? Science? Animal shelters?"
"I fill bathtubs with it and masturbate onto it. Then I give it to orphans, science, and animal shelters."
"...oh," Izzy said.
"No, seriously," Sunny said. "What do you do with it?"
Zipp said, "Orphans, scientists, and animal shelters don't care if the money is sticky."
Pipp smiled and nodded.
"Sometimes I join her," Zipp continued. "It's my turn to wear the strap-on."
"Yes, master," Pipp said, grinning at Zipp.
"Oh my gosh!" Izzy gasped. "Can I watch? Or maybe we fill a big hot tub and I join you? I love strap-ons!"
"You are a strap-on..." Pipp squinted at Izzy's horn and tapped her own chin. "That's a good pay-per-view idea... maybe we do Izzy instead of a concert for the next Queen's Birthday."
Zipp said, "Mom'll be winghurt if you don't invite her."
Izzy smiled and clapped. Zoom Zephyrwing and Thunder, the guards, looked at each other concernedly from their spot by the door. Zoom pulled out her phone and logged onto the stream.
"How do your fans have so much money?" Hitch asked.
"None of them have real-life marefriends to spend it on." Zipp put heavy studio headphones over her ears. "Live in five, four, three, two, ... stream!"
"Hi, Pippsqueaks!" Pipp gushed at her phone. "Welcome to another very special Princess Pipp streaming event! And do you know what's special about this one?!"
Pipp looked at the giant monitor on the back wall and giggled as guesses poured in over the chat: ur drunk; the queen died; you grew pinis. "Almost! There is a penis this week. I have guests today! Izzy, Sunny, Hitch, come on out!"
Izzy bounded into the field of view of the camera and hugged Pipp, then waved at the camera. Sunny trotted out, head high, and gave a small smile. Sunny's magical horn and wings glowed softly.
Hitch trudged out, slinking low to the ground, and trying to hide his enormous erection.
"And what else is special about today's stream?" Pipp asked her viewers. "Hitch, what can you tell them?"
Izzy, Sunny, and Pipp all looked down at Hitch's hitching post. Hitch turned bright red and mumbled.
"I didn't 🎶heaaaar🎵 you," Pipp singsonged.
"You're in estrus," Hitch snapped.
Pipp raised her tail and flapped her wings, blowing the smell from under her tail towards Hitch. His enormous hardon got bigger. A few seconds later, Thunder, standing at the door, produced his lightning rod despite staying at stone-faced attention.
"Meep," Hitch replied, his nostrils flaring.
"And Pippsqueaks, what do we do every time I'm in estrus?" Pipp said, smirking at the camera. Zipp played canned fanfare music. "That's right, Pippsqueaks! This week's stream is... Lollipipps!"
Izzy levitated out a large tray of ten phallus-shaped lollipops, in all manners of colors and shapes. "Ta-daaaaa!"
Each dick lolli was small compared to the hitching post but still large enough to make a dentist, a nutritionist, and an endocrinologist share a bottle of tequila in despair.
Pipp flapped into a hover, nose inches from the phone. "Pick the one that looks the most like your cock and place a bid in chat, then I turn it into a lollipipp, just... for... you! Starting bids are two hundred bits. Delivered by Royal courier within the hour, they might even still be warm."
"You're making dick lolis?" Sunny asked.
"Dick lollis," Pipp snapped, shortening the O and rolling the double-L. "The pronunciation is important. The ZHBI watches this feed ever since that time the literal dick loli—" her wings flittered in consternation "—🎶never mind🎵."
Izzy said, "Wait, your fans suck lollipops of their own dick? Wouldn't it make more sense to have pops shaped like your puss?"
Smiling stiffly and speaking from the corner of her mouth, Pipp said, "Shut up, Izzy."
Zipp raised a hoof. "Here we are, MommysBuddingTrifolium bids three hundred for number six."
Pipp squealed in delight. "Awesome!" She turned her rump to the phone and raised her tail.
Izzy levitated up lollipop number six—coral red—and leaned down, getting a good sniff of Pipp's estrus-heavy backside. "The Pippsqueaks are in for a treat," Izzy said. "I'm not gay or anything, but I do eat a lot of pussy, and you smell really strong."
Pipp's tail raised even higher, past vertical, and her labia trembled and anus winked. Izzy slid the large dick lolli (but not 'dick loli') in. As her labia rippled with the insertion of the huge, veiny hunk of flavored sugar, Pipp squeaked and her butt vibrated in pleasure. Izzy cut off her levitation and grabbed the lollipop's stick in her teeth, sliding the lollipop in and out slowly at first, then fast, then building to the speed of a woodpecker drumming on a hollow tree. Pipp screamed in surprise and Zipp switched the stream feed to slow-motion and kicked on the strobe lights and electronic trance music. Even in slo-mo Izzy's head was a blur and then Pipp came, squirting thick marejuice backwards, across the length of the lollipop and onto Izzy's nose.
Izzy pulled the lollipop, now a lollipipp, from Pipp's channel and held it aloft like a queen brandishing a sword to claim her throne.
"Ta-daaaaa!"
Pipp's pussy squirted again.
"MommysBuddingTrifolium's mailing address is Maretime Bay," Zipp said, "not ZH, so the one-hour delivery guarantee doesn't apply."
Pipp, panting but catching her breath, clenched her buttcheeks at the camera. "When it arrives, just float the sealed packaging in a pot of warm water for twenty minutes, it'll be just! Like! Me!"
Izzy dropped the red lollipipp, smeared with fresh vaginal secretions and girlcum, in a ziplock bag. "Next bid!"
"Oh," Zipp said. "This is interesting. Seven hundred bit bid on number three from MarryMePipp#337."
"Seven hundred?!" Pipp's face brightened. "That's a new record!"
"But," Zipp said with a wicked grin, "MarryMePipp#337 wants an Izzypop."
Pipp's face fell. "M-my Pippsqueak wants an Izzy pop?" Pipp took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Of course! We're here to please!"
"Ha, your face," Izzy said, turning her own rump to the camera and raising her tail. "Ripp Pipp."
Pipp's eyes widened and she looked at the chat monitor, which her Pippsqueaks were flooding:
PippIsMyQueen69696969 >Ripp Pipp
ProncessFan69 >rip pip
PrincestIsWincest >rrrrrrrip Pipp
Z. Zephyrwing (1SGT, 3BTLN) >Rip rip rip pipp pipp pipp
Pipp#1fan >no Pipp #1 no rip nooooooooo
QueenMilf9999 >Pipp honey nooooo
PippZipp001 >ripppppppppp
Pipp shot a glance at Zipp at the control station and whispered harshly, "Mute them."
PrincessZipp [moderator] >Ripp Pipp
Pipp glared at Zipp before turning to Izzy. Izzy wasn't wet enough, so Pipp brushed a feather across her clit.
"Yipe!" Izzy shouted. Her clit winked in and out of its hood. Pipp leaned forward and licked, her tongue dragging across Izzy's huge pink nub, circling clockwise, then counter clockwise. Izzy's ears went flat to her head and she stomped a forehoof.
Pipp bore in, her tongue sliding into Izzy's channel and she used long flight feathers to reach up and rub Izzy's nipples. Sloppy licking sounds filled the studio and Zipp turned on a series of lasers and a smoke generator that lit the studio above their heads, although Izzy, being so tall, accidentally caught one of the laser beams with the tip of her horn.
Her horn captured the laser and her ears went straight up, then all the fur along Izzy's spine stood straight up, then her tail shot vertical, and the the laser beam shot from her pussy, into Pipp's mouth, Pipp's eyes widened and her own tail stuck up, all of her feathers poofing out, her wings flared, pegasus magic converted the laser beam to a lightning strike, and she blew apart one of Zipp's five monitors.
"Horn lasers!" Thunder gasped.
Zoom asked, "Do you have a shield?"
Thunder brandished a tennis ball.
Zipp thrashed her wings to blow the smoke away while Pipp grabbed up lollipop number three with her teeth and inserted it into Izzy. "Oh, that cools the burn," Izzy said. Pipp stroked the lollipop in and out several times until Izzy shuddered and shouted, a flood of her juices squeezing around the pop and down her labia.
"And that's an Izzypop for one of my fans," Pipp said, a fake smile on her face as she dropped the pop into the baggie. There was a charred spot on her nose.
Izzy shook. Zipp shut off the special effects.
Pipp, her good mood back, flapped into a low hover. "All right, Pippsqueaks, whose bid is next? What's our next offer?"
Zipp burst out laughing.
Pipp looked at the chat. "No," Pipp snarled, "no, ℙ𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟43210, I won't make a... a... a butt pop!"
Ding! Another chat message came in. Everypony but Pipp burst out laughing.
"And especially not a urethra pop! Zipp, mute him."
iPaySunnyAlicornimony >Sunny Pop. Number one. Seven hundred fifty bits.
Sunny grinned at the camera, her face betraying delight that she held the highest bid so far. Her horn sparkled and she levitated up number one—a shorter, stumpier dick lolli in a forest green color—by its stick. Turning her rump to the camera, she raised her tail and revealed what she knew was a nice, tight pussy with wonderfully soft and smooth fur around her pinkness. She clenched her abdominals, knowing she was in better physical shape than either Izzy or Pipp, thanks to the roller skating, and wanting to give the Pippsqueaks a look at her muscles. She was already dripping wet and the dick lolli slid right in.
Shaking her head, Sunny staggered slightly and spread her legs wider, as if losing her balance. She waved a hoof in front of her face. "Oh, heck, my vision's getting blurry... oh. Oh, the sugar in the lollipop..."
"What's wrong?" Zipp called.
Sunny said, "The sugar is causing my type-two alicornibetes to flare," and a solar flare exploded from her vagina, melting the lollipop and spraying the wall with smoking, carmelizing splatters of molten sugar and charred vaginal secretions.
Sunny collapsed to the floor, a thin stream of smoke rising from under her tail.
PrincessZipp [moderator] >I'll cancel your charge, @iPaySunnyAlicornimony
iPaySunnyAlicornimony >I came. can u scrape what left off wall and send 2 me anyway?
PrincessZipp [moderator] >okay, but it'll take more than the one-hour guarantee
EarthPonyFever5252 (she/her/hers) >I want a Hitch pop. *one thousand bits*
The room fell silent at the huge offer.
"Are you really a mare?" Hitch said.
EarthPonyFever5252 (she/her/hers) >everypony's a girl on the internet
"All right," Pipp said, dancy-prancing around again. "This is a great opportunity to announce a new product! Hitch can demonstrate it."
"I can what now?"
Pipp opened a drawer and removed a box. The packaging was a photo of Pipp's pussy, up close and detailed. From the box, she removed a silicone fleshlight the same light fushia color as her coat.
"It's too big," Hitch said instantly. "You're much smaller than that."
"I am not small! And the lawyers made us manufacture it this size, and not the right size, so we didn't get sued when ponies got stuck."
"Ponies wouldn't really..." Izzy trailed off. "Could they?"
"Alpha-bittle testing was a disaster," Zipp called. "Thank goodness for waivers."
Hitch looked at the fleshlight. "Not on camera."
Pipp and Zipp laughed. Pipp said, "You fucked us and our mom on livestream a month ago."
"You drugged me."
"We could drug you now," Zipp offered.
Hitch grabbed the fleshlight and took two steps towards the en suite bathroom before Izzy's levitation grabbed his tail.
Izzy squealed. "I'm the only one of us who hasn't fucked Hitch! I feel left out. Hitch, let me do the Pipplight for you."
Hitch looked Izzy up and down. "Deal."
Izzy squealed in delight and moved behind Hitch, using her horn to flick his tail up and away. She nibbled his left ball, then his right, her tongue darting in and out, left and right, his ballsack—the same teal color as his mane—turning dark with the wetness of her saliva.
"Bylaws and bisexuals!" he said. "That's good!"
Izzy levitated the Pipp fleshlight to her own crotch and rubbed it around, transferring some of her juices, and then floated it to Hitch's cock. They both grunted as she slipped it onto his tip.
"I am not small!" Pipp shouted.
Hitch held still, staring at Pipp's real rump as Izzy stroked the Pipp fleshlight up and down his shaft and nibbled his balls.
Pipp and Zipp looked at Izzy and Hitch for a second, then Sunny—no longer smoking—staggered up to her hooves and pointed at penis lollipop number nine. "Hitch."
"No, he's more like seven," Pipp corrected.
"Trust me," Sunny said, "Number nine here is asymmetric and pulls to the left."
Pipp cocked her head. "His dick pulls to the left? I don't remember that."
"I do!" Sunny said, flattening her ears to her head. "He only popped my cherry to one side and I needed a doctor to get the other half."
"Doctor?" Zipp asked. "Your gynecologist gave you a hymenectomy?"
"No, my ophthalmologist's cock pulls right."
Upping the speed of the fleshlight, Izzy sucked both of Hitch's balls into her mouth. He gasped, his excitement rising as he built towards orgasm. Hitch then batted the fleshlight away, turned around, and tackled Izzy, knocking her flat onto her back on the studio floor and crammed his dick in. She screamed and arched her back, hugging around his shoulders with her forelegs. Hitch pumped desperately, his huge cock splapping wetly against her excited and dripping nethers as their tails intertwined. She leaned up and kissed his lips. Hitch's ears flared horizontally and his eyes went wide and with an extra-loud splap he drove into Izzy and came hard, his balls clenching tight to his underside.
Izzy started, "That's how a unicorn—"
"Fucks," Zipp called.
Hitch collapsed to the ground, flat on his back, his cock wet, sticky, and rapidly softening. Izzy stood and levitated number nine into herself, worked it around, and pulled it out, sticky and smeared in cum.
A drop of Hitch's seed fell onto the floor and a daisy instantly sprouted and bloomed.
"That's been happening to earth ponies a lot," Sunny said, "since the magic came back."
Dropping the cummy lollihitch into a baggie, Izzy asked, "Magic cum came?"
"It gives a whole new meaning to 'plant a seed,'" Zipp offered.
"All right," Pipp said, waving a hoof at the lollipops to direct the others back to the stream's purpose. "Who's our next bid?"
MILFdestroyer0123 >Does ur mom use the old lady estrogen gel in her vag if so 900 bits
QueenHaven [moderator] >!ban @MILFdestroyer0123
"Just a friendly reminder," Zipp said, "that mom watches all of Pipp's performances."
QueenHaven [moderator] >We watch and We are not amused. And Our bids start at two thousand.
"All right," Pipp said. "We'll save the remaining pops for next time. Since we're almost to the end of the stream, and our last segment is Pipp post!"
Zoom and Thunder rolled in a cart of packages and envelopes.
"Heirmail," Pipp said, giving a single post card to Zipp. Then she hefted a large box addressed to herself. "Oh, what's this?"
Izzy levitated up a note taped to the outside of the package. Izzy read, "'Dearest Princess of Light, Hope, and Carnal Bliss, please bless this high-fidelity replica of my love for you and find enclosed postage for its return to me so that I may treasure it five-ever.'"
"What?" said Zipp, Pipp, Sunny, and Izzy.
Hitch stood and said, "It's a clone of his bone. A cast of his mast. A package of his package."
Sunny ripped open the giant shipping container and they looked in. The mares' ears all went straight up and their eyes widened. Hitch retreated two steps, face going pale as his cock softened further.
Pipp grabbed the phone from its tripod and held it an inch from her nose. "Can you be here within ten minutes?"
THE END
Author's Note
...Oh, Pipp, honey, no, don't...
