Princess Pipp Molests the Pippsqueaks and Posts it on her Ponyfans

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!"