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!