[FIRST STREAM] Heyyy losers<3 | !giftchair !socials !sub
[FIRST STREAM] Heyyy losers<3 | !giftchair !socials !sub
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Click. Click-click.
[SpoiledTiara18 is offline.]
[SpoiledTiara18 is online.]
[Connecting...]
[Buffering...]
“Heyyy loooosers~”
The feed on your monitor flickers to life, the image of a pink mare’s face filling the screen. You can see her blue eyes staring directly into the camera, a smug grin on her muzzle as her purple and white striped ponytail shifts behind her beneath the glittering tiara on top of her head.
In the background, you can see the plush room around her—nice enough to be a luxury hotel room—a princess-worthy four poster bed and chandelier in the background behind her white gaming chair. The faint sound of popular club music plays in the background, the synth and autotuned vocals just loud enough to hear.
As she pulls back from the camera, you can see she’s wearing nothing but a light blue swimsuit—her small, pert breasts bouncing slightly as she settles back against the seat, still smirking.
“I just turned 18 yesterday. Guess what that means, creeps? Ponlyfans account tiiiime~”
You can hear her snicker, her eyes shifting over toward her monitor as a few faint pa-ping! notifications sound on stream in quick succession.
“Haha, seriously? Three subscriptions already? You losers are desperate, aren’t you?”
She turns her smirk back to the screen, bringing a hand up to brush her mane back over her shoulder. She’s lithe for a mare, her thin arms and shoulders making her look like a model. You watch her lean forward again, crossing her arms as she coyly presses her modest bust together on screen for the camera.
“You losers are going to have to do better than that if you want to see anything. I get more bits in my weekly allowance than you creeps probably make in a year.”
Pa-ping! Pa-ping!
You watch the mare smirk again, more notifications flashing up on the screen.
“Sixty five viewers already? I, like, just made this account two hours ago.”
Her eyes shift back toward the camera, a small pout breaking over her muzzle.
“You losers think you can help me break a hundred by the end of the stream? I might show you something special if you do.”
Pa-ping! Pa-ping!
66 viewers. 67. 69. 73.
Another amused smirk passes across the mare’s face. You can see her lean back in her chair, a brief flash of her smooth, pink thighs appearing from beneath the edge of the desk as she crosses her legs.
“Ha. Too easy.”
Bi-doop.
Her blue eyes slowly shift back to the screen, her sneer growing as she lets out a wicked laugh.
“ZephyrPeg@sus just sent you 100 bits? I haven’t even been streaming for five minutes. Did he even add a message? Ha, loser.”
Pa-ping! Pa-ping! Bi-doop. Bi-doop. Bi-doop.
The mare shifts again, still smirking as she brings one forearm beneath her top, her other reaching out to the desk in front of her. You can hear the click of a mouse as her eyes move back and forth across the screen, her grin growing and fading on her muzzle as she seems to be reading over something. A moment later you can see her eyes widen, her muzzle opening wide as she struggles to keep from laughing.
“Oh my Celestia! AwesomePon3—‘You’re a goddess, Tiara. Please step on me.’ What the actual fuck?”
She laughs again, snickering as her scroll wheel zips in the background.
“JonutDoe—‘I’d like to glaze that sweet mouth of yours’—ha, in your dreams, creep.”
Scroll scroll.
“BigApple—‘Eeyup.' Like, what does that even mean?”
Scroll scroll scroll.
“AwesomePon3 again? ‘Step on my wings.’ Haha, what kind of weird stallion fetishes do you have, loser?”
Bi-doop.
“AwesomePon3—‘I’m a mare’—wait, seriously? Mares are watching this stream, too? Ha, loser. Can’t find a marefriend of your own? Or do you just liked getting talked down to on the internet?”
Pa-ping!
“AwesomePon3 just subscribed at tier 3—oh my Celestia.”
You watch the mare let out another nasty laugh, a wicked glee in her eyes as she smirks. You watch her lean forward onto her desk, her cleavage showing as she lazily props her muzzle up on her palm, still scrolling away.
Bi-doop.
“CakeBaker43—‘show us that 18-year old plot.’ Ehh? Not even going to send any bits? Yeah right, pleb.”
Bi-doop.
“CakeBaker43 just sent 50 bits. Ha, as if that’s any better. Come back when you have a real job so you can pony up some actual bits, Baker."
Pa-ping. Bi-doop. Bi-doop.
“PumpkinPounder—‘our parents don’t know that we’re on this site.’ Wait, is this, like, actually a foal? Baa-aaanned~”
You watch the last message in the chat disappear, replaced with gray text in brackets.
Still scrolling, the pink mare raises an eyebrow, pursing her lips together.
“Hmmmmm? SolarBurst just sent 150 bits. ‘Can you say I’ve always loved you, Sunny?’ Mmmmm...”
You watch the mare turn back toward the camera, her palm sliding out from under her muzzle as she leans in close. You can see her blue eyes sparkle, a fake innocence playing across her expression as she averts her gaze.
“Sunny...I’ve...I’ve always…”
Her wide, shimmering eyes shift back to the screen, a small blush on her face.
“...loved you...looooser!”
You watch the mare’s face shift back into a sneer as she pulls down an eyelid, sticking out her tongue. With a laugh, she falls back into her chair, one of the straps of her top sliding partway down her shoulder.
“Pony up and find a real marefriend, Burstie. Or is the mare you like already out there fucking an actual stallion who doesn't spend his bits paying mares to say 'I love you' online?”
Pa-ping! Pa-ping! Bi-doop.
You watch the mare’s eyes widen again, a satisfied smile forming on her muzzle as her lips make a small “o.”
“Ooooh. Light@Night just sent 300 bits. ‘Can you say give it to your little princess, daddy?’”
You watch the mare’s eyes slowly turn toward the camera, a grin on her face. Slowly you watch her slide her hands down into her lap, leaning forward as she pushes her cleavage together with her arms, her expression going bashful as she bats her eyelashes.
“Daddy…can you give it to your little princess? Please~ I want it.”
Pa-ping! Pa-ping! Pa-ping! Bi-doop.
You watch the mare smirk again, her eyes drifting over to her monitor.
“Oooh. DirtyMoney just sent 1000 bits. Do you like it when I call you daddy, Dirty?”
Pa-ping! Pa-ping! Bi-doop.
ShyBreeze just subscribed at Tier 3.
HeadHondo just subscribed at Tier 2.
DirtyMoney just sent 1000 bits.
You watch the mare’s grin widen. Still holding her pose, you watch her bring a finger to her muzzle, raising her eyebrow toward the camera.
“Hmmmm~ Looks like we have a lot of daddies in the chat. Should we keep going, daddies?”
Pa-ping! Bi-doop. Pa-ping!
Flashing her teeth, you watch the mare slowly lean back in her chair, sinking into the backrest as her eyes remain fixed on the camera. You watch as she uncrosses her legs off screen, catching another flash of her slim, pink thighs as she spreads them just out of sight beneath the edge of the desk. Her finger still pressed to her lips, you watch her trail the fingers of her free hand down her bare stomach, her head tilting off to one side.
“Mmmmnn…”
You can see the mare’s eyes slowly slide shut, the harshness of her smirk fading slightly as she parts her lips, her obscured forearm slowly starting to move up and down.
“...Daddy~”
Pa-ping! Pa-ping! Pa-ping!
Bi-doop. Bi-doop. Bi-doop. Bi-doop.
Eyes still closed, you can see the mare’s lips curl up into another grin before relaxing, her forehead going smooth as she leans her head back against the chair. You can hear the mic picking up on the faint sound of fingers running across fabric—her chest rising and falling beneath her top.
“...Daddy...right there…”
Pa-ping!
You can see another faint curl of the mare’s lips, this one shorter lived as her expression fades back to one more distant, her breaths light and airy.
“...Daddy...can you give it to your princess?...I want it, Daddy...please, Daddy? Pretty please?”
Bi-doop. Bi-doop.
The mare doesn’t even seem to notice the sounds coming from her speakers anymore, her attention focused on the movement of her forearm. You can see her brow furrow slightly, her breathing hitching for a moment before evening out again.
“...don’t you want to give it to me, Daddy? Don’t you want to stick that big, daddy, dragon dick inside your little princess?”
Pa-ping!
NumberOneAssistant just subscribed at Tier 3.
You watch as the mare’s chest starts to rise and fall more quickly beneath her swimsuit top, a trickle of sweat running down between her small breasts. The sound of her rubbing starts to quicken, her breathing becoming more uneven.
“...Daddy...please...give it to me...give it to your little princess...I’m so wet...I need it…”
Pa-ping! Bi-doop. Pa-ping! Bi-doop.
LetsRumble just subscribed at Tier 1.
CakeBaker43 just sent 65 bits.
TotallyNotSoarin7 just subscribed at Tier 2.
Light@Night just sent 300 bits.
“...Daddy...you’re so big, Daddy...give it to me, give it to me…”
You can see the mare’s forearm moving up and down more quickly now, her whispered voice starting to hitch in her mic. The notifications coming from her speakers are almost constant now, a chorus of pings and bloops echoing across her room. The live viewer counter in the bottom corner of the screen continues to tick upwards—76, 79, 82, 85.
“Daddy~”
You watch the mare lean forward in her chair, her forearm almost moving too quickly to follow. The sound of rubbing is slightly different now, a faint, slick sound just barely audible above the sound of fingers on fabric. Her breathing is entirely uneven now, her chair creaking beneath her as she starts to shift anxiously in her seat.
Bi-doop.
DirtyMoney just sent 2000 bits.
“Ah-ahh~<3”
Her voice hitching, you watch the pink mare fall back in her chair, her spread legs convulsing beneath her as her forearm suddenly stops, rocking in and out between her legs just out of sight. You watch her muzzle open as she presses her head back against her backrest—a slick, squelching sound rising up from beneath the desk.
Ping-bloop-ping-bloop.
You watch the young mare’s shoulders shudder for a few moments, the slick sound between her legs slowly fading. Cracking her blue eyes open for the camera, you can see her shimmering irises stare into yours, a tired, satisfied smile on her face beneath her tiara.
“...oh...Daddy…look what you did~”
You watch her slowly lift her hand from beneath the desk, strands of slick, transparent fluid hanging between her fingertips.
Ping-bloop-ping-bloop-ping-bloop.
ZephyrPeg@sus: Holy shit, that was hot.
BigApple: ^ Eeyup!
PumpkinPoundED: Back. What did we miss?
AwesomePon3: Marry me.
A few moments pass, the mare’s lidded eyes still fixed on the camera behind her fingers. Then, without warning, you watch another smirk break across her muzzle, her composure suddenly breaking.
“Pfft...you’re all too easy.”
With a wicked grin, you watch her reach down with her other hand, lifting up a small, black plastic bottle, an open purple cap at its top.
“It was lube, losers. It’ll take more bits than that to get me wet.”
Letting out another wicked laugh, you watch the mare lean back into her chair, crossing her legs again as her hand reaches back out for the mouse. Still smirking, you watch her click around on the screen a few times, scrolling up and down before letting out another laugh.
“Ha, seriously? 136 viewers?”
Her eyes flit back toward the screen, faintly amused.
“Not bad, losers. Maybe I won’t take your bits and run after all.”
Reaching back behind her head with both hands, you watch the pink mare adjust the ponytail behind her head. Her small breasts bounce beneath her swimsuit top, the loose strap sliding further down her shoulder. Glancing down, she seems to notice it, turning back to the camera a moment later with a sneer.
“Ha, you wish.”
Sliding a thumb beneath it, she lifts the strap back up, a faint snap echoing over the mic. Leaning back forward, you watch her prop her muzzle back up on her palm, crossing her legs beneath the table as she stares back at her monitor.
Click. Click click.
“Ha, 7600 bits? You creeps really are desperate. Isn’t that, like, more than most of your homes are worth?”
Moving the mouse and double clicking, you watch the mare swivel back toward the camera, staring into your eyes with a smirk.
“Well, losers, I think that’s enough for now. I’ve got better things to do than hang around with you creeps. If I make you all go broke now, I won’t be able to get any bits from you next time.”
Pa-ping! Bi-doop.
Flashing you a fake, cheesy smile, you watch the mare raise her fingers in a peace symbol, winking at the camera. There’s a distinctly mocking tone beneath her cheerful voice, her lips still curled into the faintest sneer.
“Later losers~ Be sure to stop in again next time with more bits for me~”
There’s a faint click as you watch the screen go black.
[SpoiledTiara18 is offline.]
There’s a brief pause.
You glance down at your lap. At the mess you made of your desk and keyboard.
You glance back up at the screen.
Click.
Pa-ping!
It was 10% off a first time subscription, after all.
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Author's Note
"Oh, still here reading the comments? Don't you losers have anything better to do?
If you creeps want to see more content, be sure to like and subscribe. I might even stream again if you beg enough.
Later, losers."
-Tiara
Discussion welcome. 
