When You Gotta Go, You Gotta Go
Years of livestreaming taught Pipp to always expect the unexpected. Rarely if ever would something surprise her, but this time, it finally happened. She walked into the room prepared for her newest livestream idea and found Zipp sitting in front of a glass table. There was a plastic bag on the table lying next to a razor blade. Pipp also spotted the remains of a white powder line; it wasn’t that hard, because another powder line was prepared right next to it.
Pipp frowned. “Would you kindly go and do coke somewhere else?” she asked. “I’m gonna start streaming in ten minutes!”
“It’s vitamin C, geez.” Zipp rolled her eyes and snorted the second line as well, then wiped her nose. “Okay, that’s better.”
“Get this out of here!” Pipp exclaimed, stomping nervously.
“My therapist prescribed it to me,” Zipp said. “Also, you raped a minor on a livestream here and you’re concerned about me doing coke?”
“Nopony minded,” Pipp replied. “And we paid him a lot of money, so in the end nopony got hurt, right?
“Except my conscience.” Zipp winced. “And now you’re doing that… Pipp’s Pee Stream again.”
“No minors this time,” Pipp said. “Misty is an adult, right?”
“Not mentally. Does she know what she’s getting into?” Zipp shrugged. She’d never tell Pipp that, but she’d already vowed that if Queen Haven’s death and her subsequent coronation would catch her in a particularly foul mood, she would go on with her most secret plan. She sharpened the guillotine blade and oiled every single screw and pulley; with one royal decree, the future Queen Zephyrina could easily turn Pipp’s last livestream into a deadstream. Somehow, she assumed Pipp would still orgasm for it.
Pipp took a sip of water and crossed her hind legs. “The rules of our contest were presented to her. Also, speaking of that Pippsqueak, I’m pretty sure it’s not rape if he brags about it to his friends and got a tattoo to commemorate it.”
Zipp decided to stay silent. Vitamin C just hit her system hard and told her to add a few more weights to the guillotine blade and get the Pippsqueak's contact info. He could either trigger the guillotine or be its test run. His choice. Her mind drifted off, wondering in what sick and depraved ways the Pippsqueaks would desecrate Pipp’s body; the very thought filled her with disgust and she decided that she’d have to have them executed as well. This generation was lost; only those too young to have their own phones were untainted.
"Zipp?" Pipp said. "Equestria to Zipp!"
"Huh? What?" Zipp opened her eyes and looked around.
"You were off in Cloudsdale."
Zipp grinned. "Just a... pleasant fantasy."
“What fantasy?” Pipp asked. “My charity streams are all about fulfilling fantasies. Maybe one day there’ll be time to fulfil yours.”
“There will be,” Zipp replied. “There will be.”
She noticed that Misty was already in the room, hiding behind Pipp. Zipp raised her eyebrows; it was hardly possible for any pony to hide behind Pipp, but Misty somehow managed that feat.
“Hello, Misty,” Zipp said. “I can assure you my sister’s antics don’t reflect the views of all the pegasi.”
“We’re being watched by millions of ponies,” Pipp replied.
“By this logic we should eat shit,” Zipp muttered. “Millions of flies can’t be wrong.”
Pipp chuckled, blushing. “Zipp, you don’t happen to be the diamond subscriber to my PonyFans?”
“I’d rather masturbate with an angle grinder.” Zipp winced.
“Flies are wrong, Zipp.” Pipp shuddered.
Zipp smiled at Misty. “Don’t mind her, she was dropped on her head as a foal.”
“And yet here we are,” Misty said.
“Indeed, but it’s apparently for a charity and I’m coked out of my mind,” Zipp replied. “Get on with this, Pipp.”
“Okay.” Pipp nodded, waving her wing at the camera operators. More lights were turned on and the stream went live. "Wait—you said it was vitamin C!"
“Let the bad times roll!” Zipp exclaimed.
“Zipp, shut up,” Pipp muttered. “Hello, Pippsqueaks! Today, for the viewing pleasure of my dearest viewers–”
“It means they paid the most,” Zipp whispered.
“– we’ll be doing another Pipp’s Pee Stream.” Pipp managed to shoot Zipp a glare without even the slightest pause. “Today, however, it’s gonna be a bit different! We brought a guest here!” She pointed at Misty, who was sitting on the bed crossing her legs and looking utterly miserable. “Say hello to Misty.”
The chat filled with hellos and other greetings.
“Misty and I have been holding our pee for the last twenty-four hours,” Pipp said, her hind legs twitching. “In fact, we’re barely holding on, but this is a perfect time for a contest!”
“And a UTI,” Zipp muttered. “Why don’t you stream your next visit to a gynecologist?”
“Good idea for another time,” Pipp replied. “Zipp, you’re a scientist. Why don’t you go and get the measuring equipment?”
“This is not science.” Zipp rolled her eyes, but reached under the table and produced two large measuring cups. “Okay, this is kinda science but only because I’m high as fuck and I love quantifying things.”
“Don’t listen to her, Pippsqueaks.” Pipp chuckled nervously. “Thanks for the bits, by the way. As for the contest, here are the rules: Misty and I will pee in those measuring cups. Whoever pees more wins and the loser will have to–”
“Drink it,” Zipp muttered.
“What?” Pipp exclaimed.
“Drink it.” She pointed at one of the screens, where the chat was overflowing with messages. “Those little shits are gonna love it.”
Pipp gulped. “I mean, that’s a bit–”
Zipp smirked. “Come on, don’t tell me you’re afraid of this harmless little unicorn…” She pointed at Misty. “Do you think she could harm anyone? Do you think her bladder is bigger than yours?”
“Of course not.” Pipp pouted. “I just think that–” She paused, seeing a big, fat donation that had just dropped. The message said “chug, chug, chug!”
Pipp smiled at the camera and cleared her throat. “Okay, that’s actually a wonderful idea! Whoever loses, will have to drink all of it. Do you agree, Misty?”
Misty glanced at Zipp nervously. “Of course.”
Zipp pointed at the camera. “See, you dickheads? My sister is not a coward! Pipp’s not a coward and if someone says otherwise, I’m gonna go to their house and shit in their mouth while she’s gonna film it! Capisco?”
“Zipp, I don’t think anyone would want to see you shitting in someone’s mouth,” Pipp said. “Also, it’s the last time you’re showing up to my stream in this state.”
“You said the same thing when I got you banned for a week for saying ‘mayonnaise’ on stream,” Zipp replied. “Also, I’m pretty sure your Pippsqueaks would pay to see that.”
Pipp looked at the chat. The Pippsqueaks seemed split on the issue.
“Why would you get banned for saying ‘mayonnaise’ on stream?” Misty asked.
Pipp shook her head. “To be precise, it was for her getting drunk and ranting against the site owners who, uhh… How did you put it?”
“Bowed down to backwards unicorn superstitions,” Zipp replied.
“That’s their culture,” Pipp said. “Can we get to the contest? I don’t think I’ll last much longer, especially with you behaving like a twat.”
“I heard griffons would fuck their sons’ asses every day until they turned twelve,” Zipp said. “That was also their culture, but I guess since you’ve already gotten away with raping a foal here, you are into it as well.”
“Wait,” Misty said. “You can get banned for saying ‘mayonnaise’ but not raping a foal?”
Pipp cleared her throat. "He wasn't a foal-foal, he was pubescent."
"Barely." Zipp rolled her eyes.
"Barely counts!" Pipp exclaimed.
“Apparently so, especially with the viewership figures and ad revenue.” Zipp gave Misty a measuring cup. “As a guest, you may go first.”
“Go in it?” Misty looked at the cup. “With everyone watching?”
“That’s kinda the point, yeah,” Pipp said.
Misty blushed. “I… I don’t know if I can.”
Zipp rolled her eyes and looked at Pipp. “I’m not going to eat her out so she pees herself.”
“I wasn’t even gonna ask you,” Pipp replied. “I was thinking about tickling her or something.” She turned to Misty. “Shy bladder?”
“I guess.” Misty shrugged, turning her butt to the camera. She lifted her tail, giving every Pippsqueak who had tuned in a view of her puckered ponut and large pussy lips. She positioned herself above the cup and shrugged again. “Yeah, nothing.”
“I used to have that problem,” Pipp said.
“Yeah, but now you can pee, shit yourself, throw up, and fake an orgasm on cue.” ZIpp smirked at the camera. “That’s right, little shits, she’s faking orgasms like crazy. But I can actually tell when it’s real because then she–”
Pipp made a discreet gesture at one of the guards standing offscreen, who threw her a baseball bat. Pipp caught it and swiftly smacked Zipp over the head before she could tell the Pippsqueaks the secrets of her orgasms, real and fake.
“I believe my sister doesn’t feel well,” Pipp said, hiding the bat behind her back. “Vitamin C overdose.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Zipp muttered, rubbing her head with her wings.
“Maybe later,” Pipp said. “Misty, if you can’t go first, maybe I’ll go first. This way maybe you can loosen up.”
“Okay,” Misty replied.
Pipp put her measuring cup on the floor and flicked her tail away, showing her plump ass to the camera. She positioned herself above the measuring cup, waiting for the cameras to get a good view of her pussy lips. Zipp looked at the chat to find out that it was full of horny ponies with rather poor idea about mare's anatomy. She grabbed her own phone, logged onto one of her numerous fake accounts and wrote 'they're gonna shove the camera up her urethra' in the chat.
The chat filled with replies, most of them asking her what urethra was. Some Pippsqueaks were surprised to find out mares didn't pee out of their vaginas.
Zipp shook her head, making a mental note to start mass executions with these particular Pippsqueaks. Pipp, in the meantime, relaxed her muscles; pee trickled out of her urethra, first drops hitting the bottom of the measuring cup. Suddenly, the faint dribble turned into a powerful stream. The hiss and the sound of drops hitting the glass threw Zipp out of her fantasies. She looked at Pipp, who smiled with her eyes half-closed. The measuring cup was almost two-thirds full, but Pipp still wasn’t done emptying her bladder. Misty looked at the steady golden stream and crossed her hind legs.
Finally, Pipp finished peeing. The stream died down a bit before spluttering; Pipp pushed, a few last drops landing in the measuring cup which was almost full. She turned back and looked at it, smiling at the camera.
“That’s a new record,” Zipp said. She’d taken one of the pillows from Pipp’s bed and was rubbing it slowly against her pussy, picking up the pace whenever Pipp wasn’t looking at her.
“Thanks,” Pipp smiled, reading the chat, which was mostly congratulating her; some exceptions were some hapless Pippsqueak who had apparently jizzed all over his keyboard and someone who claimed that Pipp’s urine seemed a bit turbid and advised her to check for kidney stones. Pipp shrugged and turned to Misty. “Are you ready?”
Misty winced, dancing in place. “Yeah,” she replied, blushing. Zipp gave her another measuring cup and Misty squatted above it, lifting her tail.
“The chat asks if you’re a virgin,” Pipp said.
“N-no,” Misty replied.
“They also said you look tighter than Pipp, but she won’t tell you that.” Zipp smirked, looking at her own juices now staining Pipp’s pillow. “Also, Pipp, stop distracting her.”
Misty took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles. A torrent of urine poured out of her, hitting the bottom of the measuring cup with an audible ding. The smell was overwhelming; unlike Pipp, who’d been drinking a lot of water and thus her pee was watered down a bit, Misty’s piss was pungent and more yellow. Still, the measuring cup was filling fast. It shot past the halfway mark, but Misty was still not done. Her legs trembled and her puckered anus winked at the viewers. Two more Pippsqueaks apparently came, posting '💦'; perhaps more were too busy doing so to write about it in the chat.
“I swear, I’m gonna pee myself as well,” Zipp whispered, grabbing another pillow from Pipp’s bed, putting it on the one she’d already defiled and casually fucking them both, as Pipp was too busy looking at the thick stream of Misty’s urine still flowing into the cup. Zipp smirked at the camera, whispered something about lowering the friction, and peed right on Pipp’s pillows before continuing to shag them.
Pipp’s eyes widened and it had nothing to do with Zipp raping her pillows. Misty’s measuring cup just overflowed, steamy piss trickling down its walls and staining the floor. Misty moaned, letting it all out and finally finished, letting out a small and rather quiet fart to end on a high note. She blushed, smiling sheepishly, while Zipp started laughing at her.
“You need to work on this,” Zipp said, letting out a way louder fart right on Pipp’s pillows. She looked at the chat and noticed the Pippsqueaks loved it. One of them even donated, asking her to fart on his face; Zipp made a mental note to call in a favor from a gangster acquaintance and have him murdered—no, call it executed extrajudicially—immediately, instead of after her coronation. She turned back to Misty. “Like this. Piss wasn’t the only thing you were holding, eh?”
Misty blushed even deeper. “I was afraid to waste it in the toilet.”
“You can go in Pipp’s bed and blame Cloudpuff,” Zipp whispered, winking at Misty. “RIght, Pipp? Pipp?”
Pipp was still looking at the measuring cup, her mouth agape.
“Right, she lost.” Zipp smirked. “Which means it’s time to drink.” She turned to the camera, wearing her most shit-eating of shit-eating grins. “Whose pee should she drink first? Her own or Misty’s?”
Pipp shuddered, looking at the chat, but still saying nothing. Zipp walked to her and poked her.
“Pipp.exe stopped working,” she said. “Anyway, by popular request, you’re gonna start with Misty’s pee. Looks like it has more flavor. Perhaps some scent of Bridlewood tea and–”
“Zipp!” Pipp exclaimed. “It’s not wine tasting!”
“Right,” Zipp replied. “It’s piss tasting. Perhaps you can use your influencer shtick to make it fashionable.” She turned to the camera. “Don’t try this at home.”
Pipp, her hooves trembling, grabbed the measuring cup and winced, her face pale. She exhaled loudly, looked at the cameras around her and lifted the cup.
“Come on!” Zipp exclaimed. “It’s almost like beer.”
“I hate beer,” Pipp replied and took a large swig from the measuring cup. She winced and swallowed, almost choking on warm piss. Without a break, she took another sip, coughing and spilling it all over her coat.
“Are you okay?” Misty asked.
Pipp lifted her front hoof, hiccuping. She heaved deeply, her mane matted by sweat and piss. Misty walked to her, but Zipp grabbed her and pulled her away. Right in time, as it turned out; Pipp took a deep breath and threw up on the floor. Piss and half-digested remains of her lunch stained her hooves and the carpet, but she still wasn’t done, clutching to her stomach and throwing up bile.
Zipp gestured at the technician sitting in the corner behind the cameras; he’d usually been sitting there without a move, having seen everything Pipp did and then some. This time, however, he pushed the button on his console. The stream was immediately cut off, replaced by the message informing the viewers about technical difficulties.
“Pipp, are you okay?” Zipp walked to her sister and hugged her, despite how dirty and smelly she was.
“Mhm,” Pipp replied. “Do I have to drink it all?”
“Better not,” Zipp said, helping Pipp get up. “The stream is over. We’ll get you cleaned up.”
“Thanks,” Pipp said. She coughed a few times and spat on the floor. “Do you have some vodka?”
“Of course.” Zipp produced a bottle and patted Pipp’s mane. “Come on. You deserve some time off.”
***
Misty walked into Opaline’s chamber triumphantly. She could tell that the time wasn’t right for that – the room smelled like sweat and week-old marecum, which meant that Opaline had decided to use the time when Misty was in Zephyr Heights to spend some quality time with herself. However, she just couldn’t wait.
“I have great news,” Misty said. “They’re completely degenerate! Their princess drank my piss in front of millions of viewers who paid to see that! They’ll crumble once we–” She paused when she finally saw Opaline, realizing that her timing was even worse than she initially thought. The alicorn was currently squatting over a chamber pot and shitting in it, adding even worse stench to the already rotten atmosphere in the room.
“Misty, would you kindly fuck off? I can only deal with one shit at a time.” Opaline pointed at the battered computer on her nightstand. “I finally got Canternet here and I saw everything.”
Misty looked around the room. “This explains many things.”
Opaline levitated the chamber pot and threw it at Misty, who dodged it with grace of someone who had to avoid heavy objects thrown in her direction for most of her life. "Maybe one day I’ll keep her for myself. But until then…” She levitated Misty closer to herself. “I guess your useless ass will have to do…”
