Princess Pipp Molests the Pippsqueaks and Posts it on her Ponyfans

“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!”