Princess Pipp Molests the Pippsqueaks and Posts it on her Ponyfans

Chapters

Prologue | Pipp's Dilemma
Seashell
Peach Fizz
Glory

Prologue | Pipp's Dilemma

Princess Pipp Petals, in all her regality and public appeal, lounged luxuriously across a premium silk sheet draped across the back of an imported hoof-made chaise lounge in her private offices at Mane Melody, 12 East Prancing Street, Maretime Bay. She held a lukewarm cup of mint and turmeric tea in one manicured forehoof while the other fidgeted with a white quill plucked from her own downy wing some days ago.

She wasn't much of a quill-and-ink pony in the age of Ponygram, Hooftaps, note apps and video messages—it was just that sometimes the tactile feel of one's own feather scrawling across a page was just the inspiration one needed whilst on the cusp of artist's block. And so it wasn't unusual to find her making short-form, barely-sensible notes when inspiration neglected to simply present itself on polite request.

On such occasions, a few pages of hastily-scrawled hoof-written notes were often enough to invigorate herself into something new. Inspiration for Pipp wasn't hard, per se. It sometimes took a shift in perspective to find.

Today, though, inspiration for her newest video simply would not show itself no matter how hard she tried, and any concept of creativity was wholly drained and depleted; no doubt a direct result of pulling two double shifts at the salon. Frustrated and near complete surrender, she dropped the quill on a page full of disjointed thoughts and bullet points and reached for her laptop instead. Surely she need only to take a short, well-deserved break and come back to her work thereafter. Maybe then she would find inspiration.

The small white and pink laptop with little white feathers on the cover lit up, the screen glowing coldly in the dark of the poorly-lit office--candles usually helped her think, and the usual buzz of the overhead fluorescent lights sometimes gave her a headache--and she went straight for her usual internet haunts.

She scrolled through Ponygram and found it offered nothing interesting in the short interval since she'd checked it last, which admittedly had not been that long. She'd received a few hooftaps from fans, several dozen comments (ugh, bots!), and DM requests respectfully ignored. Not even her usual fellow influencers had posted anything today. Where were the filly four when she needed them for once?

Feeling the fatigue of her creative drought start to fully set in, she started to scroll through other lesser-used socials and found them similarly dry and devoid of anything with the faintest hint of interest to her. Last, only, was Ponyfans.

Ponyfans was simply an ends to a means for Pipp. She didn't relish in it, nor her willing participation in what she could only describe as an entirely different circle of influencers than the usual sort she was involved with. Pipp was greeted by a big, bold "Adults Only" banner, immediately followed by a lascivious display of ponies in various stages of candidness.

Pipp had joined out of a contractual obligation some moons ago, and for a healthy pile of bits, too. It turned out that some of her more adoring fans would pay wing and feather for a snap of even the most innocently framed picture of her hooves, tail and legs. She hadn't minded the attention it gave her either, and truthfully she had carefully read each and every comment left to her, idly daydreaming about the kind of perverted praise some of them willingly bestowed upon her.

As she scrolled through the feed, blushing at some of the intimate shots of ponies she actually knew and wished she hadn't seen, she nearly guffawed at a sudden unscrupulous post that crawled to the top of the page. It was the typical fanfare for Ponyfans; intimately close, tail lifted, rump and full plot exposed to the camera with nothing left hidden or unexposed. Only this one...was a filly! Pipp couldn't put her hoof on where she'd seen this one, but more shocking than the youthfulness of the subject was the sheer volume of engagement it had received. Not even Pipp herself, with her now-infamous beach shoot, had blown up that much.

Pipp started to notice other posts, while sparingly few, hitting similar numbers and how their subjects were equally questionably aged. Then it hit her. She envisioned a long glass tube in her head filling up, bubbling and overflowing with inspiration. Her eyes lit up and she rushed to her phone, plucking it off the floor where it had fallen to the wayside and rolled under the chaise, quickly and with giddy hooves typing out a text.

Pippsqueaks! I have a new video series idea and I desperately need YOU THREE to help me make it! Three videos for three adorable fans! Who wants to be first? Meet me at the back of Mane Melody A.S.A.P.P!!

She hadn't even set her phone down before her phone erupted into sound. She had one new message.

"Hiii Pipp! Seashell here. I'll be right there!!"

Seashell

Seashell arrived at Mane Melody no more than ten minutes after receiving Pipp's urgent message. A dream come true on a day when she knew for certain her friends Peach Fizz and Glory were completely inundated with past-due homework and tending to a sick relative, respectively. Now, as fate would have it, she was about to spend undisclosed amounts of time with her idol and the world's greatest pony ever, Pipp Petals.

A video? Seashell hadn't the faintest idea as to what kind, aside from vague clues in Pipp's message and the fact she knew that Pipp hadn't posted anything in a few days. She'd helped her with videos in the past, but normally with Peach and Glory involved and thus Pipp's attention was divided equally three ways. This was completely unfair, Seashell decided, and thus she was finally getting her due with some much-deserved alone time. Maybe this would even take a whole afternoon?

Mane Melody was packed when she arrived, and Seashell had to push past a loud group of pegasi that were chatting about something or other in the latest fashion magazine from Zephyr Heights. She grumbled under her breath, each palpable second a moment less than she would get to spend adoring her idol. She pressed on, ducking behind one of the salon chairs and ignored a cursory glance from Jazz, who was busy curling a pony's mane.

Slipping past a small door, Seashell found herself in the comparatively quiet and far less lively back room. On one side, the entrance to the bathrooms, a broom closet, and a kitchen. The other had a single dark oak door halfway down with a gold-encrusted handle and a picture of Pipp's cutie mark on it. She picked that one, wedging it open and stepped inside.

Now she was in a comfortable and cozy sitting room decorated with tiny exotic Bridlewood plants and regal-looking wallpaper. A single window with the curtains drawn was set perpendicular to a small white fireplace that crackled and hissed as it emanated warmth and cast shadows across the antique furniture. Another door left ajar on one side of the room lead to a large office, and to Seashell's right was a small bar for making tea. Pipp herself was sprawled lazily across a chair sitting directly in front of the fire and otherwise preoccupied with her phone.

"H-hey, Pipp! I got here as soon as I could. I'm not too late, am I?"

Pipp looked up and smiled, flashing a pearly white and well-brushed smile, evident even in the firelight. "Hey, Seashell! Not at all, I'm glad you could make it!"

"Of course! Anything for you, Pipp!" Seashell started to make her way to another chair, but Pipp beckoned her over to the very chair she was sitting in, even though it was only made for a single pony. Seashell obliged, clambering up the side of the chaise, and was about to sit awkwardly on the edge when Pipp instead pulled her in close so they were wedged in against the arm of the chair together.

"How's that? Are you comfy?" Pipp mused, her eyelids drooping. Seashell assumed she was probably sleepy from the warm fire. It made her sleepy, too.

"Yeah, I guess so!" Her little heart fluttered but she dared not allude to just how excited she was to share that closeness with her.

Pipp let out a hum, reaching out to stroke a manicured and polished hoof through Seashell's well-cared-for mane, slipping an errant strand of hair behind her ear, casually smoothing out and styling it.

"So, what's your idea for a video? I bet it's gonna be a big one. The best, even!" Seashell's eyes lit up with excitement but she remained relaxed and at ease against Pipp's side, smelling faintly her pleasant perfume.

"I think it will make a lot of ponies surprised, that's for sure," Pipp grinned, "and it might even be a record-setter. That's why I needed you."

"Me?" Seashell cocked her head to one side in a fashion that was simultaneously cute and amusing.

"Yes, you, silly!" Pipp reached a hoof to gently prod the filly on the nose. "You see, it's for Ponyfans, and I want you to be in it. I think it'll be my biggest video yet!"

Seashell sat in stunned silence, wriggling her booped nose as the gears started to turn in her head. She knew what Ponyfans was, of course. Pipp was on it and Peach Fizz's brother had paid the exorbitant fees for access to her special beach photo set without their parents knowing, and through extortionary measures against her brother Peach had gotten hold of them to share with her friends. Seeing Pipp like that had made Seashell's young mind go aflutter and she'd never forgotten.

"Ponyfans?" Seashell repeated, blinking owlishly. "But that's..."

"For special fans," Pipp cut Seashell off with a hoof over her mouth, "and cute fillies like you are all the rage right now. What do you say?"

Pipp's looked over the filly in front of her and all at once Seashell realized her expression was neither boredom nor fatigue. Seashell felt her breath hitch and her heart skip a beat, words no longer hers. All she could do was nod feebly. Then she nodded again and more deliberately as if trying not to appear too eager but in reality nodded so much so fast her head looked like it might roll off.

Still grinning, Pipp leaned closer. Close enough that Seashell could feel her hot, minty breath and Pipp in turn could probably feel her heart beating out of her chest. She was pressed against the back of the chaise and could move no farther. Pipp had her trapped, though she didn't dare dream of being anywhere else but here. Finally, the distance closed and Pipp's firm, sweet-tasting lips pressed right onto Seashell's soft and timid ones. Her first kiss.

The kiss lasted for barely a moment but it was enough to send shockwaves through Seashell's brain and a rapid realization grew from deep in her core and bubbled up to the surface. Their kiss broke as Pipp pulled away and fiddled with her phone while Seashell stared at her in awe and disappointment, though it wouldn't be for long.

"Hello, Pippsqueaks!" Pipp had her phone in her hooves and up above her for that typical angle she always used, "I know it's been a while so I'm coming to you live for a very special and very exclusive PonyFans stream with my friend, Seashell!" She turned the camera and filled the screen with Seashell's wholly surprised and unexpectant face.

"Uh...h-hi Pippsqueaks!" Seashell waved meekly. Pipp laughed, leaned in and nuzzled her cheek. Shocked and pleasantly surprised, Seashell leaned back and let out a sigh.

"So tell everypony at home what I already know, Seashell. Are you a virgin?" Pipp crooned, taking one of the poor unsuspecting filly's ears in her teeth and giving it a little nibble. Seashell groaned, fidgeted, and turned beet-red.

"Piiiiipp. That's so embarrassing!" She squeaked, but Pipp gave a rough tug. "Eeek! O-okay, yes! I am!"

"Perfect," Pipp purred, "though not for much longer." She turned and winked to the camera as she stood from the chair and affixed her phone to a nearby tripod that had already been set up and angled appropriately.

"And how old are you, Seashell?" Pipp returned to the chaise and sprawled across it next to the fidgety filly, resting a hoof across her thigh.

"Nine." Seashell answered. She could see on the phone screen, even though it was far away, the Hooftaps and hearts that were streaming in. There must have been a lot of viewers.

Pipp continued her advancement, gently coaxing Seashell onto all fours facing away from the camera, her face squashed against the chair cushions while Pipp posed directly behind her, toying with Seashell's tail.

"I think our audience likes that, Seashell. Look at those hooftaps!" Pipp grinned devilishly, leaned over, and nipped at Seashell's rump, just beside her cutie mark. The filly squeaked and jumped, stammering out something incoherent.

"Shhh," Pipp whispered. "You can say stop anytime, okay?" She waited for a response, patting the sore spot she'd nipped.

"N-no...I like it," whispered Seashell timidly. The filly was all blushes and cold hooves but something about the change that Pipp had undertaken was driving her wild.

"Good." Pipp moved further behind, dipped her muzzle behind Seashell's fluffy tail, and before Seashell knew it Pipp was nibbling all around her dock, reaching for her pink tailbow.

"Pipp!" She gasped, feeling teeth gently scrape and nibble at her incredibly sensitive dock, so close to a no-no place that nopony was supposed to touch. But even that she wouldn't refuse Pipp, her idol, in a million billion years.

Pipp murmured something below her breath but it couldn't be heard. Her teeth made purchase on Seashell's tailbow and began to pull, unravelling it so that she see and expose the stretch of skin that became tail just before the hairs grew. Pipp nibbled again, taking the tail completely between her teeth and hoisting it up.

Everypony could see Seashell's private place now. All the supposed thousands of viewers sending waves of hearts were doing so at the sight of her tight little fillyhood that even Pipp was now admiring. A delicate hoof ran up and down Seashell's thigh and Pipp giggled.

"Wow, I can't believe I've never thought about doing this before. You look positively delicious!" Pipp exclaimed.

"I do?" Seashell looked over her shoulder with confusion, bewilderment and unsureness. She felt small and meek but it wasn't altogether unwelcomed.

Pipp took this as some cue to continue as she simply nodded and dove in. Her muzzle at first touched and then smooched and kissed her tiny fillyhood, finding labial folds and teasing them with her tongue, tracing little circles all around her opening, then her tailhole, and back down.

Seashell gasped again and her hooves felt weak. She lowered herself partially as her vision felt blurry and a vaguely familiar warmth and fuzziness began to build up, deep in her core.

Pipp had gone past just simply licking and teasing. Her lips pressed against Seashell's folds and her tongue was batting at the opening, begging for entry through repeated knocks and fake pushes. Seashell buried her face in her hooves as another wave of embarrassment overcame her. Her body felt agonizingly hot and strung tightly like a piece of string.

At last Pipp's tongue found entry and slithered deep, deep, oh so wonderfully deep all the way into Seashell and past any measured depth she could possibly fathom had even existed before now, and what was that quivering fullness? The warm wetness that was dribbling out of her at a steady pace and cooling at her thighs, that Pipp eagerly and hungrily drank directly out of her.

"Oh, P-Pipp. I think I'm gonna...I'm gonna burst!"

Pipp pulled back with a laugh, wiping her chin. "No, darling, that's an orgasm. You're gonna cum." She stroked Seashell's rump affectionately. "You want me to make you cum?"

Seashell nodded meekly.

"Say it loudly. For the viewers." Pipp licked her lips. She shoved a hoof between Seashell's legs and rubbed at her fillyparts. Seashell arched her back and wasn't able to hold back the sharp moan that left her.

"P-Piiiip." She mewled, bucking her hips. She hated being teased and hated even more having to wait for things she thought she deserved. And she'd been oh so good lately, didn't she deserve this? Deserve to cum?

"Shhh, cutie pie. Just say it once for the viewers and I'll make it alllll better." Pipp whispered. Her hoof was rubbing harder, driving Seashell wild.

"I...I wanna cum! Please let me cum, Pipp! Please, please, please! Ohhh!"

In a flash, Pipp dove in and buried her face under Seashell's tail. Her muzzle closed around plump, engorged fillylips and her long, dexterous tongue plunged deep down until Seashell was bucking her hips and howling into the air, screaming her next, screaming for release.

Pipp licked and slurped with abandon, losing all semblance of form knowing the filly was too sensitive and far gone to notice. She found her clit, bulging and throbbing, centred on it, wrapped her lips around it, and strummed her tongue against it. Seashell writhed and bucked her lips before raising herself high and letting out one last squeal.

"Ohh! Oh, Pipp! Pipp-pipp-pipp!" Seashell buried her face into the cushions to keep from screaming any longer as her whole body clenched and squeezed out at last her first orgasm that squirted onto Pipp's face and chest and a little bit on the chair. Then a second squirt, less powerful, that Pipp caught in her mouth and drank. Pipp pulled away, wiped her mouth, and hoofed Seashell off to completion for her last and third squirt for the camera.

"Oh my gosh." Pipp stared down at a thoroughly drenched, exhausted and well-spent little filly now staining her chair. "That was adorable!"

She turned to the camera and addressed her fans as Seashell started to doze, "Well that was round one of my three-part series! Make sure you're subscribed to my Diamond Tier if you want to see the photos I'll take after. Toodle-oo!"

Peach Fizz

As Peach Fizz stepped carefully inside Mane Melody the sound of her little hooves tip-tapping on the sparkly marble floor was nearly deafening to her ears as it echoed around the mostly empty parlour.

It was late enough in the evening to be dark out. Still, not even a single five-hour Saturday homework session for an overdue 12-page essay on the history of Maretime Bay Architecture would prevent her from being there. Not when Princess Pipp was in need and had specifically requested she be there to help. Well, she and the two other ponies who were her best friends in the whole world, but as she looked around she saw only the ponies who worked at the salon cleaning up. That suited her just fine–more Pipp for her!

“Is Pipp around?” Peach Fizz waved at one of the stylists, Jazz, who responded with a curt tilt of her head toward the general direction of the back room. Taking it as an invitation, Peach skipped along and brushed past the single door, through the hallway and past the elaborate oak door with Pipp’s cutie mark emblazoned on the front.

“Pipp! Sorry I couldn’t make it here earlier! I was held up with crummy homework. Do you still need help with your video?” Peach Fizz trotted right into the cozy and dimly-lit sitting room.

Pipp was sitting in front of the fire, plonking away at the keyboard on her laptop when Peach trotted in. She caught her gaze, smiled, and cocked her head to one side.

“Oh hello, Peachy! Can I call you that? Have a seat on the chair over there. Y’know, I just saw your friend Seashell earlier…”

“You did?” Peach Fizz hated feeling like she was interrupting somepony doing something important. She hoped what Pipp needed help with didn’t have anything to do with business or taxes and stuff. She wasn’t very good at math.

“Yep! She was a great help!” Pipp seemed to purr as she reminisced over the adventures of earlier that day. Peach climbed up the very chair that Seashell had sat in just hours ago, her eyes never leaving Pipp.

“Oh. Sooo you still need help with your video?” She looked a bit dejected and was anticipating disappointment. Surely Seashell had beaten her to it and gotten her chance at starring in a video with Pipp and she hadn’t. What cruel fate!

“Yep! It’s a special video just for you! Everypony is going to get one. But for now, it’s just you and me. Excited?”

“YES! Oh my gosh!” Peach Fizz nearly flew out of her chair with excitement as she stood up on her hind hooves and leaned over the back.

“Perfect! You’ve heard of Ponyfans, right?” Pipp locked eyes, her gaze narrowed. Peach felt her heartbeat race.

“Umm, well a little. My brother signed up. Okay, well maybe I saw your whole set. It was fantastic!” Peach was blushing like mad but glad she had been honest. Her mother always said honesty was the best policy.

Pipp rose from her little chair and trotted over, scooping up her laptop in an outstretched wing and depositing it carefully in an open spot on the lounge Peach was sitting in. She never broke eye contact with the filly in front of her as she clicked play on a video.

The screen came to life, and after Pipp’s usual introduction to her fans the camera moved and Seashell filled the frame, a range of emotions playing out on her face. She’d never even seen Seashell that shy or excited before! Pipp skipped ahead, and suddenly she was watching Seashell raise her behind with Pipp’s muzzle buried under her tail, openly licking and kissing while Seashell moaned and bucked her hips in a way that made Peach blush. The video ended, and Pipp put the laptop away.

“Well? What do you think?” Pipp leaned a little closer with a bemused smirk. The fire crackled loudly and a log rolled over, sending a small wave of sparks up the chimney.

“What do I think?” Peach repeated, her eyes wide, reflecting the light of the fire. She licked her lips. “I think it was HOT!”

“I was hoping you’d say something like that,” Pipp giggled. “Wait here.”

Pipp left the room as she quickly slipped into the adjacent office and returned barely a couple of seconds later with a long-handled stick-like object with a bulb at the end. She plopped it in front of Peach, winked, and turned to face her phone as she started a new video.

“Hey, Pippsqueaks! Me again with another Livestream on the same day! Whaaaaat? Anyway, you already know what this is for. Here’s part two of my exclusive Ponyfans series with my friend Peach Fizz. Say hi, Peachy!”

“Hiiii everypony!” Peach waved enthusiastically and grinned extra-wide for the camera. Pipp propped her phone up on the tripod and moved to stand behind Peach’s chair.

“Soooo, Peachy. Tell us. Are you a virgin?”

Peach Fizz fidgeted. “Well, technically…We just fooled around! We didn’t–”

“It’s okay, silly filly!” Pipp ruffled her mane. “I bet you liked it, huh? And tell the viewers how old you are.”

“M-hm. And I’m nine and a half!” Peach responded just as Pipp leaned in and stole a smooch on her cheek. This earned the desired reaction of her head swivelling around, mouth agape.

Pipp caught Peach’s shocked face with a full-mouth kiss on the lips. She was leaning over the arm of the chair, a hoof on Peach’s chin. Peach quickly got the idea and sank into the kiss; her jaw and neck relaxed. Her eyelids grew heavy until they were completely shut. She emitted a muffled squeak that likely only Pipp could hear. In response, Pipp groaned softly. Pipp’s other dainty and manicured forehoof pressed against Peach’s chest and traced circles in her fur. It began to trail down, lower and lower as it reached her tummy and then down to her thighs.

Peach squeaked again but loud enough that the viewers heard this time. In full view of the camera, Pipp’s hoof trailed down between Peach’s legs, spread her hips wide, and began to touch and grope that soft and puffy private area. Peach’s noises turned into moans and Pipp used the opportunity to slip her tongue past her lips until she had fully invaded the filly’s small maw and was toying with the other’s smaller tongue. This only caused Peach to moan even louder.

The filly was completely at Pipp’s mercy now. Collapsed and near-limp, she laid back against the chair. She hungrily kissed Pipp back and tried her best to reciprocate all the tongue action despite being at a disadvantage with her diminutive and less dexterous tongue. Meanwhile, the hoof between her legs was erotically rubbing away at her moistening slit, pulling her folds apart and teasing the hot, pink flesh underneath. Pipp could only buck her lips and continue making guttural noises.

After a few tense moments of fervent kissing, Pipp pulled away. She grasped at the stick-like object with a bulb at the end and pressed an unseen button. It came alive, buzzing and whirring as in a motor hidden deep inside. She turned and faced the camera as she slowly lowered it to Peach’s thigh.

“Ohhh.” Peach arched her back, already feeling tingly and bubbly.

Pipp aimed the vibrating wand up higher, just below Peach’s belly. It made contact with the tiny nubs that would develop into teats later.

“Nnng! S-sensitive!” Peach squirmed, wiggling her hips. Pipp moved the device in circles, one nipple and then the other.

Pipp moved the wand down. Traced a deliberate, wide circle around the perimeter of Peach’s fillyhood. Peach hadn’t noticed Pipp reach for her phone again until she had it in her free hooves, zooming it close between Peach’s legs. Peach groaned in frustration.

The wand hovered for a second, frustratingly just outside the range of Peach’s most sensitive of areas. The source of her tingles. The filly raised her hips a little, desperate for contact and that wonderful sensation she knew must be waiting for her.

At last, Pipp moved the vibrator down, pressing the bulbed head right up against the top of Peach’s labial folds, splitting them apart just slightly, enough to reveal a bit of pink flesh beneath and her tight, clenching entrance deep below that now viewers from all over Equestria could see.

Peached gripped the arms of the chair and squirmed in her seat.

Pipp moved it down lower, grinning all the while. They made eye contact, kissed once, briefly, and while Peach was distracted the vibrating wand sank lower, centred right on Peach’s slit. It pushed up against her, hard, and Peach bucked her hips.

“Piiiiipp! Eeeeek! Buck that feels so good!”

“I think you have some new fans, Peachy. The viewers are loving this!” Pipp mused. She propped the camera up on her tripod again, and while Peach was distracted by bucking her hips and squirming eagerly, Pipp met her lips again.

They continued making out, swapping tongues and spit. The vibrator began moving back and forth in erratic, unpredictable patterns that drove Peach wild with arousal. In the midst of their kiss, Pipp placed the long handle of the wand in Peach’s hooves, empowering her to work on it herself.

“C’mon, Peachy. The fans want to see you get yourself off. Think you can do it?”

Peach’s eyes were firmly shut. She moved the wand back and forth across her slippery slit. “Y-yeah,” she moaned.

Pipp pulled her back into their ravenous, tongue-filled kiss. She coaxed Peach’s tongue out of her maw and suckled back on it. Pipp’s head tilted to one side; her hoof was between her own legs, rubbing herself off.

“You gonna cum, Peach?” Pipp nibbled her ear in between kisses. “Cum for all those stallions and mares watching at home?”

Peach Fizz nodded meekly. Her hips bucking and clenching around the heavenly vibrating bulb that seemed to buzz away to her very core. But then Pipp reached over and turned up the speed, which Peach didn’t think was even possible, and her world was rocked again.

“Why don’t you tell them all your address, and maybe somepony will come and visit you tonight and rut you in your bed?” Pipp teased her relentlessly, licking and nibbling on her ear since Peach was too far gone to focus on kissing again.

“Nnng…50 Ponystone Way. Third floor.” Peachy surprised even herself by responding. Her hips bucked harder. “P-parents go to bed just after dark so come l-late!”

Pipp blinked. “Wow, you are a little slut, huh? I was totally joking. Well, you heard it here first folks! Be sure to stream her cherry getting popped and tag me in it, okay?”

Peach Fizz wrapped her legs around the wand and threw her head back, squealing into the air as her body was rocked with a powerful orgasm.

“AH! C-cumming Pipp! Yessss!” Peach hissed. She spasmed once, then a second time. A third orgasm hit her and she rolled to the side, humping her hips animalistically against the vibrator pinned between her and the chair. She was making quite a big wet spot on the sofa fabric.

It wasn’t until she hit nearly a fourth orgasm that Pipp tugged the vibrator away. “Okay, filly. Let’s give you a break before you pass out! That’s some endurance!”

Pipp dove over the side of the chair and in view of the camera hungrily lapped up all the juices and sticky fluid from Peach’s damp and soaking filly cunny. All the filly could do was lazily press back until Pipp finished cleaning her up. She trotted away, leaving Peach feeling a little cold and dizzy.

“Wow Pippsqueaks, it’s gonna be hard to top that one!” Pipp was speaking directly to the camera, once again in her hooves. “Be sure to tune in tomorrow for the last stream for this series. And thanks to those who promoted the last one! We’re so close to hitting number-one all-time videos on Ponyfans! Keep it up! Anyway, toodles!”

Author's Note

I don't intend to write a follow-up for whatever mare or stallion decides to visit Peach Fizz at night. I'd love to see someone else write a follow-up to this, so consider the concept free game!

Glory

“I just don’t know about this one, Pipp.”

Hitch shifted and adjusted the position of his forehooves on the tiny, cramped designer furniture in Pipp’s sitting room at the back of Mane Melody. Pipp thoughtfully sipped her tea sitting opposite him. The fireplace near them crackled and hissed.

“Well, I think it’s been great for my online image. Have you seen the number of hooftaps I’ve been getting? Plus, you should see their faces, Hitch. They’re loving every second of it!”

Hitch fidgeted, “Well, I wasn’t so sure about Seashell at some points. She looked awfully nervous.”

Unfortunately for Hitch, this was all the ammunition Pipp needed. “Hah! I knew it! You did watch them!”

“It’s not like that! It was for…research!” Hitch tried to defend himself, throwing his hooves up and shaking his head.

“For research? Is that really your best excuse? What were you researching, Hitch? Filly’s behinds? I told you, it’s legal in Zephyr Heights, and I don’t see anypony complaining here, either. The fillies sure weren’t. You should know that since you’re such an avid fan!”

“I am not!” Hitch protested. He was red as a tomato and his resolve was broken. “I-I was just concerned for them, is all. I don’t want to see somepony take advantage of them!”

“Orrrrr…” Pipp’s expression turned into one of mischief, “you’re jealous, and the reason you came to see me is that secretly you want in on the action.”

“I do not–” Hitch threw up his hooves. If a pony could get any redder, he would.

“Well, you know I’ve never been one to keep my friends out of something good. If I had a cake, I’d make sure everypony got a slice. Isn’t that what you want, Hitch? A slice of cake?”

Hitch was silent. His ears were pinned back against his head. He began looking around the room as if searching for his nearest exit. He regretted coming here in the first place, his pursuit a pointless one. Maybe Pipp was right, and he did have ulterior motives and he didn’t even know it?

“Don’t worry. I’ll share with you. I think Glory should be here any minute. You know, the pegasus with a curly mane? You like her, right?”

Hitch looked down at his hooves as if finding something interesting about them. “Y-yeah. She’s pretty.”

“Perfect! You two will be a great pair on camera.” Pipp leaned over the side of her chair as if she was about to tell him a secret. The movement caught Hitch’s eye and he glanced up.

“You won’t even need a condom!”
Internally, Hitch died a little; or at least, any semblance of the formally morally righteous Hitch that would have scoffed at the suggestion. But before Pipp could tease him and scrape away any further at his shattered moral code there came a knock at the door.

“Come iiiin!” Pipp called in a sing-song voice. Hitch saw her eyes sparkle with delight, and she waggled her eyebrows at him.

Glory trotted through the door from the hallway and the rest of Mane Melody. She carefully closed it behind her and skipped over to the expectant Pipp.

“I saw the videos.” Glory announced to nopony in particular. “Peach showed me.”

“And?” Pipp let the silence hang.

“And I’m here!” Glory grinned wide, and her tail gave a telltale swish.

“So you are!” Pipp returned the smile, reaching out to pat the filly’s mane. She retrieved her phone from a small chairside table and typed away at something.

Glory started to look around, taking in the cozy sitting room and warm fire; the same that she’d seen in the videos containing both of her friends. Then her eyes fell on Hitch.

“And so is he?” Glory asked. Hitch could practically see the gears turning in her head. He gulped, beginning to dread his presence in the room at that moment.

“He is.” Pipp retorted. She looked up from her phone and watched Glory, saying nothing and explaining nothing, waiting to see if she would figure it out herself. Glory hesitated and shifted from one hoof to another.

“And he’s…” Glory was still figuring things out, though by now she must have known, just needed reassurance.

“A stallion,” Pipp said.

“A stallion…” Glory repeated.

“A stallion who’s…” Pipp moved right next to Glory’s ear to whisper, “going to be inside you.”

All at once Glory inhaled sharply, her fur bristled, and she squirmed in place much more deliberately. Her tail again swished and lifted a little, held up by a pink bow.

“Oh.” Glory stared at Hitch with her eyes locked on his, unable to look away. Neither could he.

“If that’s what you want, of course.” Hitch finally broke his silence with words that didn’t feel like his own. They couldn’t possibly be his own, because Hitch the Symbol of Justice would never offer himself to a filly in the seedy back room of a local business–yet here he was.

He saw Glory shift again, her eyes glancing between him and Pipp, who nodded reassuringly.

“It…really is.” Glory breathed. Her tail kept twitching. Her arousal was now extremely apparent to Hitch, who for his part usually never picked up on such things.

My hoofness. Hitch thought, feeling warmth and tightness between his legs as his member began to engorge, I didn’t know fillies could get that horny. Or sexy.

“I think the Sheriff might need a little encouragement, Glory. Why don’t you go sit in his lap while I get the Livestream going?” Pipp gave her a nudge that was more like a pat on the behind. Glory jumped, nodded rapidly, and sauntered over to Hitch adjusting himself on his seat.

“Good morning, Pippsqueaks! Welcome to round three of Pipp’s Ponyfans Par-tay! Today is extra special because I’m joined by not one but two of my friends, and you might recognize one of them!” She used a sing-song tone of voice as she swivelled the camera around. Hitch came into view; Glory was just getting settled in his lap. Between them, his already stiff member pressed into her back.

“Say hello, you two!” Pipp sang out. Hitch groaned while Glory waved enthusiastically, her body bouncing and rubbing up against his sensitive member. Pipp zoomed in closer to Glory for the close-up.

“So, tell us your name, and what you’re gonna let this nice stallion do to you, silly filly!” Pipp reached out and booped her nose on camera. Glory wiggled her snout and laughed.

“I’m Glory! And I’m gonna let him buck me so hard I can’t walk after!”

“Wowza, that’s a tall order for a pony your size. Have you done this before?”

“Well..once. But a mare doesn’t kiss and tell!”

Glory turned around to face Hitch and put her hooves on his member. He twitched and whinnied in response. She rubbed them up and down, feeling out his size and shape, tracing along the veins and taking mental note of what made him buck and snort.

“He’s kinda big…” Glory noted. She stuck out her tongue and dragged it across his tip. She caught a bit of his precum and winced as it collected on her tongue. It was salty and tangy and a little unpleasant, but she stuck through with it.

She proceeded that way, and eventually with Pipp’s instruction popped the tip into her mouth, running her little tongue in small circles around the opening; shivering as she tasted more of the saltiness of his pre.

Hitch snorted and ran his hooves through her mane, down her delicate back. Soon enough, they were down around her rump, toying with her tail and tugging the little pink bow. His head was positioned back and facing the ceiling. He moaned quietly, a gradual sensation of pleasure taking hold. His balls started to tighten. He gripped her rump hard.

“Eek!” Glory gasped at his grope, his member falling out of her maw with a trail of saliva.

Pipp had been there the whole time, recording it all. “I think he wants you, Glory.”

Glory shivered, her tail doing another subconscious swish. There were little trails of stickiness between her thighs. Hitch’s hoof trailed across her snatch and she bucked her hips.

“Do you want him, too, Glory?” Pipp was getting a good shot for the viewers of the area between the filly’s legs.

“Y-yes!” Glory gasped. Hitch was humping his hips idly, rubbing his member up and down her fluffy chest, getting little rivulets of precum in her well-shampooed fur.

“But where do you want him? I think you have to tell him, or he’s going to burst just by doing that!”

Glory exhaled and whined in frustration. She put her hooves on his chest to pull back but Hitch held her there, hooves grinding in circles around her rump.

“I want him insiiiiide!” She dug her hooves into his chest and wrenched herself free from his tight grip. She stared directly into his eyes. “Now. Please?”

Through all his clouded hormones and animalistic urges, Hitch was never one to leave a needy mare waiting. He quickly stood up and used his grip on Glory to dump her unceremoniously on her back where he’d been on the chair before. Hovering over her, he widened his stance and his fully-erect stallionhood came flopping down over her belly.

Snorting with need and lust, Hitch placed a hoof on the chair behind her, and one more on her belly to keep her where she was. He lined himself up, pressing the tip of his broad cock up against her tight filly hole, and pushed forward. She was tighter than he had anticipated and he had to push harder than he ever thought he would. His blunt tip pushed against the smaller filly cunny and almost refused to enter–but it didn’t, and with enough pressure, he finally entered. His cock popped into her overwhelming tight fillyhood, an inch all at once, and she was forced to take it. It spread her apart more than anything ever had been in her life. It was like she was being speared down the middle and soon would be split in two.

“How does it feel, Glory?” Pipp moved in closer to her face, then directed the camera to look at a noticeable bulge in her tummy. Hitch started to move back and forth, working out her tightness just enough to move, and the bulge moved with him. “You’re getting bucked by a real stallion!”

“I-it’s…big…and hot.” Glory’s eyes were tightly shut. She was gripping both sides of the armchair so tight they might break off. “Andohmyhoofness–moooore!”

With a grunt Hitch pulled back and slammed into her. Half his member squished into her tight filly folds in one powerful thrust. Glory reared her head back and moaned loudly.

“Yesssss!” Glory squealed. Pipp zoomed in on the moving, bouncing bulge in her tummy going up and down, up and down.

“You know what comes next, don’tcha?” Pipp moved the camera back to Glory’s bliss-filled face where she had her tongue lolling out and eyes half-lidded.

“Mmmn. W-what?” Glory was barely present anymore, her mind cloudy and filled with nothing but thrust, thrust, thrust and a fuzzy, tingly sensation down between her legs.

“He cums, silly. Loads. Lots and lots of sticky white stallion spunk filling up your tummy.” Pipp reached between them and rubbed the bulge, trailing a circle around it. The filly arched her back again and lifted her hinds off the cushion.

“Nnng!” Glory moaned out.

“You want that, don’tcha Glory? To be all sticky?” Pipp continued teasing her. Hitch let out another grunt, panting for breath. He doubled his speed, thrusting against Glory with a steady slapping of his hips against the armchair.

“Yesssss!” Glory repeated, “Yes, yes, yes!”

“All sticky and warm, dribbling out of you? You want him to fill you up?”

Glory could only nod rapidly. Words were no longer hers. She clenched her legs together as she started to reach her peak. Her folds clenched hard.

Hitch wouldn’t and couldn’t take much more. He lifted his hoof off her belly, planted it on the back of the armchair next to his other one, and plowed into her at the steady blitzing pace that normally only a fully-grown mare would get. The room was filled with the steady repetitious sound of plap plap plap plap plap.

“Oh, buck!” Hitch grunted and slammed into the tiny filly with one last earth-shattering thrust, nearly bottomed out inside her, and began unloading a steady, hefty load of spunk in rapid spurts. Her belly started to bloat a little around all the cum inside her. It leaked out around the edges and pooled between her thighs.

Glory was in the middle of her first round of orgasms before he’d unloaded. His flared cock and white-hot spunk set her over the edge for her second. She clenched tightly with her velvety walls and spasmed out a series of little convulsions and clear squirts of her fluids.

“Awww, they’re like a little couple!” Pipp giggled, zooming right in as Hitch withdrew himself, a large load of spunk dribbling out of the gaping fillyhood and pooling between her legs and onto the floor below. Glory didn’t even try to close her legs due to how sore they were.

The filly was panting for breath when Pipp brought the camera back to her face after a thorough inspection down below for all the viewers to see.

“How are you feeling there?” Pipp rubbed her tummy in slow, soothing motions. “I’ll get you some tea. You look like you need a bath.”

“Yeah…” Glory blinked sleepily.

“Well, don’t you worry your pretty little head. Your new coltfriend will take care of you!” Pipp took a step back, rotated the camera back to face her, and winked at the viewers.

“What a ride, wasn’t it? Maybe Glory will pay a visit to Sheriff Hitch later? Will Sheriff Hitch buy his new fillyfriend dinner? Is it a match made in pony heaven?” Pipp let out a soft squee. “Bye Pippsqueaks! Until next time!”