A cool, soft breeze filled the air, flowing and caressing the pink and blue streaks within Zipp’s mane. The day had been eventful, but she was finishing up her final task for the afternoon.
“Alright, that should be enough practice for today,” she remarked, looking over the group of flying trainees before her. “Just, maybe next time pay attention better? You all seemed distracted today, so let’s try and keep it together next practice.”
The group of stallions absent-mindledly nodded their heads, not even thanking her for the lesson as they departed from the open courtyard. Sighing in defeat, Zipp watched as they left. They trotted in a rather peculiar way, shifting their hindlegs across each other as if they were hiding something—Zipp merely shrugged it off. It was her first day giving flight lessons in Zephyr Heights ever since she offered to take a break from Maretime Bay and visit her family for a week each month. She thought it’d be easy, but things had been going bumpy thus far.
The group she had been teaching seemed to be aloof at times, staring off into nothing or at her—but never her face. It was like they avoided eye contact whenever she faced them, but she couldn’t figure out why. When they were watching her they were surely observing the movements of her wings or the form she took while flying—nothing out of the ordinary or to be shy about. Perhaps they were embarrassed by how amazed they were at her unorthodox methods of flying, but flaunting her ego to such an extent wasn’t a thought she was fond of indulging herself in.
She hadn’t pinpointed what they were looking at, but every time she had turned away from them or flew over them, they seemed to be in a daze of sorts when she focused on them again. There wasn’t an easy answer to it, but maybe it came down to her lessons being too confusing. She had no idea how to gauge how new these students were, and maybe she was starting off too strong.
Sighing to herself, she wiped sweat off her forehead. The amount of flying she had done left her body tuckered out, working up a decent sweat—one that called for a shower. The castle wasn’t all too far away, and, being her wings ached from the nonstop exercise, she opted to trot home. It had been some time since she took a stroll through Zephyr Heights regardless, so some sightseeing and pony-watching couldn’t hurt.
Shaking herself off, throwing a now empty water bottle into a nearby trash can, she made her way out of the courtyard, down a flight of stairs, and out onto the streets of the cloud-covered city. Being as high as the clouds without having to fly was refreshing, akin to what life was like many moons ago in the city of Cloudsdale. She certainly was fond of the weather, albeit a bit hot. Sunny, clear, and with nice cool breezes blowing through her mane every few minutes, if today was the day she’d take the long way home, she certainly wasn’t complaining.
And so, she trotted down the streets, waving and greeting citizens and friends alike. She may not have been as popular as her sister, but she certainly had her fair share of fans. Although the attention seemed awkward to her, she couldn’t ignore it. She was always the more stoic one when compared to her sister. Always the level headed one, the smart one, the calm and collected one—many comparisons that could differ her from Pipp. She found relief in that fact, in all honesty. After all, she had seen many stallions only caring about her sister for her fame and more.
Though she couldn’t help but always feel a bit off when waltzing through the city on her own. Whenever Pipp was approached she’d be greeted with excited screams and upfront approaches, but for her, it seemed like there was always a sense of hesitation. Ponies muttering things to each other when she walked by, staring at her in odd ways as she trotted past them, even sometimes sporting the odd blush or awkward stance.
She couldn’t piece together exactly why they behaved the way they did, but it did make her wonder. Perhaps she seemed unapproachable? Intimidating even? Though she might’ve not been as charismatic as her sister, she at least hoped ponies weren’t scared of her.
It wasn’t all too bad though—after all, she wasn’t one for attention. Always happy to be in the shadows as her sister adorned the spotlight, having ponies be a bit more reserved around her was preferable. Solving mysteries, making plans, and hanging with friends? Sure! A bunch of fanatics watching her every move? Not so much.
The awkward stares, whispers, flustered blushes, kept coming, mostly from stallions but even the occasional mare. There was a pause in the flow of them as she finally reached the royal castle. Greeting the guards at the front and receiving the formal, regal response in return, she rolled her eyes and made her way inside. She could’ve sworn she caught a glimpse of them glancing over their shoulders back at her, but even if they were, there wasn’t all that much to see.
“Ziiiiiiipp!”
The pegasus’ eyes went wide, as a desperate wail rang out to her side. The unmistakable, overdramatic cry was one she had grown to know very well over the years, and she turned to face the culprit behind it.
“What’s up, sis?” she questioned, tilting her head.
Sitting back against a chair in the foyer, Pipp grimaced as she looked up from her phone. “I’ve got nothing to post for my Pippsqueaks today! I’ve tried singing, dancing, everything! Nothing just…nothing hits!”
“Oh, is that it?” Zipp replied, rolling her eyes at the pink pegasus.
Giving an exaggerated gasp, Pipp waved her phone, which she may or may not have had a clinical obsession to, in her hoof. “Is that it?! Zipp! This is serious! Do you know what happens when somepony doesn't post on at least one of their accounts on Ponygram for over three days?!”
Zipp groaned in response, shaking her head and rubbing her temple with a hoof. “I don’t know, Pipp. Does it, like, make you look boring or something?” She raised a brow, looking her sister up and down. “What do you mean by accounts? Don’t you only have one anyways?”
“Erm…y-yeah!” Pipp stammered, suddenly recoiling into her seat a portion more. “Only one! But, uh, I was just making a generalization is all!” She shook her head, glaring at her sister. “But, no, it’s way worse than looking boring—which I never do, by the way.”
“Ooookay, so what happens?” Zipp asked, half-interested.
Frowning, scrolling through several apps on her device, Pipp sulked her shoulders and sighed. “Your algorithm gets worse! It…it can even shadowban you sometimes!”
“So the app forces you to pump out content at a constant, stressful, nearly impossible to keep up with rate?”
“Yeah.”
“And that doesn’t seem the slightest bit toxic or unhealthy to you?
“No.”
Zipp stared at her sister, deadpanned. The responses she got weren’t out of the ordinary, but she’d always hoped her sister would one day realize the power the mischievous developers from those obsessive apps had over her and so many others. Alas, today was not that day, and so she simply further entertained her sister’s grievances.
“Ugh,” she groaned, facehoofing. “Didn’t you do something to fix this exact issue a couple months ago? Something you called ‘the perfect content’?”
Pipp squirmed in place, a tiny blush subtly creeping into her cheeks. “Y-Yeah! Well…” She scrunched her muzzle, nervously looking at Zipp. “I haven’t uh…had the chance to get any lately!”
Curiously watching Pipp looking over her body, Zipp shrugged her shoulders. Her sister getting flustered wasn’t the reaction she expected, but regardless she wasn’t sure how she’d be of assistance.
Turning away from Pipp, and beginning to trot down the hall, Zipp looked away from her sister and nonchalantly replied. “Welp, sorry, Pipp, but I don’t think I can -“
Snap!
“Yes!”
Pausing her trot, Zipp's ear twitched from the sound of a photo being taken. She glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of Pipp pumping her hoof into the air victoriously while clutching her phone in the other. It was clearly aimed at her, and Zipp was quick to make an accusation.
“Did you just take a picture of me?” she questioned, furrowing her brow.
Pipp perked up, eyes going wide as she hastily stashed her phone under her wing. “W-what?! Of course I didn’t!”
Zipp narrowed her gaze, staring daggers at the princess. “Then what was with that sound? And why did you cheer out?”
“I…well…erm,” Pipp stammered, chuckling nervously. “I…I got an idea! That’s what!” She hopped out of her seat, adorning a confident smirk and trotting over towards her sister. “That ‘perfect content’? I just got some, trust me~”
Zipp threw her sister a confused look, but didn’t bother to pursue anything else. She was in desperate need of a shower and some time to relax, and pestering the little influencer would provide her anything but. Rolling her eyes, bidding Pipp a quick goodbye, she turned away from her sister and continued her trot to the royal suites. She’d catch up with the media-obsessed pegasus later, for now she just needed a break.
The castle was large, but having lived within its walls for years, Zipp knew the quickest ways around. Waving to the occasional guard, regrettably having to stop for a grueling conversation with her mother, she finally found her way to her room. The suite was a shared one, with her bed lying opposite of Pipp’s, but the size of it made up for its co-habitual traits. Feeling some sweat glide down her wings, she quickly strutted over towards the bathroom. A shower was needed, and she was looking forward to it immensely.
Stepping into the bathroom, the sensation of the cool, gloss tiles met her hooves. A shudder ran through her, the cold sensations they afforded contrasting with her warmed body in a relaxing yet enamoring manner. Unlike her sister, she was a cold shower kind of mare, being she was almost always tired from a flight or from busying herself with detective work. Sighing to herself, the joints of her wings aching subtly, she stepped into the shower and turned the nozzle.
The water cascaded down her mane, flowing over her curves and down her form like a sensual waterfall. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply and savoring the feeling of the chill water dancing against her face, trailing down her neck and sending her body alight with relieving cold. It absolutely did the trick, and although she could have opted for a warm shower to relax her joints, she preferred to stick to her usual routine. The roar of the water from the shower head met her ears, a calming cacophony that provided her a moment of peace. Training ponies, busying herself with guards, and more was enough to drain her heavily, so she was intent on enjoying every last bit of this.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Her eyes shot open, the telltale sound of a door being knocked on forcefully pulling her from her meditative state and back to the world around her.
“Zipp, I’ve got to get in there! Mom said I have an emergency rehearsal for a performance!”
And that serene state she was in was swiftly shattered by the familiar voice of her sister.
She loved Pipp, very dearly at that, but by the stars in the Equestrian sky, she was unbearable when it came to her diva episodes. A performance, a shoot, anything that involved her public image—it morphed her into an absolute menace. Zipp would argue that she was one of the most level-headed, mature, and patient ponies she’d ever met, but even with her cool demeanor, she couldn’t bear taking on Pipp when she had content to produce. The irritating tone of her sister’s voice made it clear she wasn’t intent on waiting, and, following several more forceful bangs on the locked bathroom door, Zipp groaned.
“Fine,” she growled, snarling her teeth towards the door. “Just let me wash up and I’ll be out.”
She heard an annoyed, very over-dramatic wail from the other end, forcing her to stifle a laugh. True, her sister was a force to be reckoned with when she was like this, but it didn’t stop her from seeing the humor in just how absurd it all seemed. Chuckling lightly to herself, she quickly ran shampoo through her mane, and bathed herself in a healthy amount of body wash.
Running a hoof over her flank, she scrunched her muzzle. The plump mound of flesh perplexed her, seemingly feeling far thicker than she thought - though she always thought she adorned a tone, muscular rear. Being the kind of pony she was, she never paid much mind to just how much junk she had in the trunk. After all, she was a sporty mare, so it only made sense she’d not have much back there. Not one for looks, she never eyed herself up. There was simply no need.
Rolling her eyes, assuming her mind was trying to play a self-conscious trick on her, she finished washing up and turned the nozzle down. Hearing her sister beg her to hurry up through the door, she swiftly grabbed a towel and dried herself off. Shaking her wings off, preening her feathers for a minute at most, she finally unlocked the door to the bathroom. Narrowly dodging the swinging wall of wood as it was thrown open, Pipp burst through and scrambled over towards the shower.
“Finally!” she cheered, turning around and ushering Zipp out of the lavatory. “C’mon! I gotta get showered and out fast!” She sank her hooves into her sister’s flanks, snickering lightly. “Sheesh, no wonder everypony says these flanks of yours are -”
Her words were cut off by the loud slam of the door, leaving Zipp standing outside of the bathroom utterly confused. The remark had caught her attention, causing her to purse her lips and suspiciously eye up the door. Everypony said what about her flanks? Why would her sister even…
“Pipp, what were you saying about my…”
The near deafening sound of Pipp’s vocal cords going into a chorus met her ears, mist beginning to flow out from under the door as the sound of running water grew steady. Shrugging her shoulders, Zipp shook her head, dismissing the thought and chalking it up to some playful banter her sibling was throwing at her. Tossing her towel into a nearby laundry bin, she began to waltz over to her bed for some much needed relaxation.
Originally intending on throwing herself onto her bed, she paused, glancing over at an object on Pipp’s nightstand. Laying there, bejeweled in various gems and decorations, was her sister’s phone, buzzing on occasion from one of the numerous apps she had sending a notification.
Zipp was always one to respect her sister, or at least to the best of her ability. She didn’t pry her for too much information, didn’t spy on her unless needed, and certainly didn’t go through her stuff—especially her beloved phone. Though it reminded of her sibling’s perplexing demeanor earlier in the foyer, she found herself walking towards it. Biting her lip, allowing her curiosity to best her, yearning to find out if a photo of her was taken or not, she glanced over her shoulder.
Her sister’s singing hadn’t ceased, and that was all the confirmation she needed to know she was in the clear. Cautiously approaching the device, worried that her sister, being as media obsessed as she was, had some kind of crazy app to set off an alarm or something, she lowered her hoof and cautiously picked up the phone. Sighing in relief, seeing no sign of alert from the electronic or her sister, she scrunched her muzzle and tapped on the screen.
As she expected, a lockscreen came up, restricting her from curiously diving into the depths of her sister’s beloved toy; though she of course expected it, and she knew full well what her sister used as her password. Like before, she did respect her sister, though sometimes she invaded the pink pegasus’ privacy. Detective skills came in handy, especially when it came to catching the passwords of ponies of interest. Sliding the lock option, opening a tiny keyboard on the screen, she lowered her muzzle and booped in the required letters.
Pippsqueaks4EverPippIsBestPony
Hearing the satisfying click of the phone being unlocked, she managed to hold in a laugh, shaking her head at how absolutely ridiculous her sister’s password was. The best pony part in particular, because she recalled winning the ‘Best Princess’ vote for the very first time ever this year. Tossing aside her ego-fulfilling thoughts, she glared down at the bright screen before her. An abundance of apps littered the screen, but she knew exactly what she was looking for. Eyeing the Ponygram app, she pressed her nose against the icon and watched as it opened.
Greeting her was the typical U.I. even she knew, and she soon found herself scrolling through her sister’s feed. Nothing out of the ordinary met her, and, going through her sister’s account’s story and post feed, she also found nothing of note. It made sense, since she herself could’ve looked at all this from her own account, though she almost never used it. Content with her findings, she made her way to return the phone back to the nightstand, before something peculiar caught her eye.
Switch Account
She raised a brow, seeing the option on the bottom right of Pipp’s account. Her curiosity skyrocketed, as she had no knowledge of her sister having any forms of backup account or private one. Allowing her interest to guide her, she tapped the option, watching as the feed before her switched.
“Oh jeez,” she mumbled, eyeing up the content her sister was following on this account.
Flanks, flanks, and more flanks, that was what built up most of Pipp’s unknown account’s feed. Varying models, influencers, and even seemingly pornstars littered the feed, and she even caught sight of some of her friends back at Maretime Bay’s accounts in the account’s following. Though, she dutifully noted that although they seemed to know about this page, she didn’t. Frustrated, eager to find an answer, she opened the search bar and typed in her own account.
User is Blocked
Her eyes went wide, a mixture of offense and confusion filling her. Why in Equestria would her sister have her blocked? What reason did she have to hide this page? Irritated at her findings, she glared at the button to open the account’s own posts and story, aggressively tapping it with her nose.
“The hay could she even be-”
Her frustrated self talk came to a head prematurely, as her eyes went wide as dinner plates and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Staring at the screen, utterly gobsmacked, she saw the pictures that filled the profile’s posts.
They were almost all her.
More importantly, they were almost all her ass.
Picture after picture of clear rear view shots of her filled her gaze. There were even the occasional photos of her marehood and ponut showing up when her sister managed to get an especially spicy shot. A few, somewhat blurry, pictures of her tits filled the feed as well, seemingly taken when she flew over her sister or hovered in the air near her. There were dozens of photos of her own sister there as well, but she still had the logic and reasoning to avoid gazing at them. The shock of the content was enough as is, seeing her sister’s pussy wouldn’t help her bewildered state. Nearly frozen in shock, perusing the hundreds of photos of her flank, she slowly crawled her eyes up and read the name of the page.
ZippsFatAssWithASideOfPipp
The name was self explanatory, yet her surprise only furthered when she read the follower count. It was far larger than what she thought was Pipp’s main account, even having a special flair on it labeling it as a ‘Verified NSFW Profile’. Sputtering words out of her mouth, finding the ability to speak even to herself stripped of her, Zipp stood frozen in place for several more seconds.
Thousands upon thousands of likes were on each photo, with the videos garnering even more views than that. Close ups of her rump, short videos of her tail flicking out of the way and revealing her goods, and many many videos of her simply walking past - all with an enormous amount of likes and views.
And then there were the comments.
Her eyes fixated on the recent post, a picture of her flanks while she had her back turned to her sister. She recognized the setting, and based on the time, it was definitely from earlier in the foyer. A part of her was proud she had genuinely been able to catch her sister in the act, although she had been dissuaded, but that pride was quickly consumed by her own morbid curiosity. Eyeing the picture, getting a clear, perfect view of her own ass, she gulped.
“It’s…it’s not that big…is it?” she mumbled under her breath.
Snorting hot air out of her nostrils, she refused to believe herself. She was fit! Constantly working out and getting her exercise in! There wasn’t a chance in Tartarus she had an ass that seemingly fat! It had to be her own imagination! Maybe some photo editing? Determined to confirm her denial, she tapped on the comments. Certainly other ponies would agree she wasn’t packing much junk in the trunk, and that she was simply imagining things.
I knew you were a slut with a slutty body, but her too?!
Zipp blinked furiously. Surely that was just a one-off comment.
More pics of your sister’s fat ass is what makes my day! Keep it up!
It wasn’t fat! These ponies were delusional!
I can see why all the guards stare at her in all those recordings. Who could take their eyes off that!
Zipp bit her lip, surveying over more comments. Surely these were just bots? Maybe some kind of spam? There wasn’t any way this was real.
Took her flight class earlier today! I could barely focus since those fat asscheeks of hers bounce with almost every step she takes! And those tits? Melons. I didn’t know such a slut was going to teach me today but I sure am not upset with it!
Reading the longer comment, Zipp’s breath was locked in her chest. She read the name of the commenter, confirming that it was indeed one of the studs she had been training earlier that day. There was no way a bot or spam could’ve written that - it had to be the same stallion. Which meant each and every other comment there was just as genuine and just as real.
And they were all talking about how she apparently had a fat, juicy ass they all wished they could rut or grab.
Zipp tried to pull her eyes away from the scandalous comments, urging herself to remain in her denial. Desperate to keep that lie she was telling herself that these were all fake, some kind of ridiculous prank by her sister, yet she couldn’t pull her attention away. The comments were so degrading, and even with how lecherous they were, she began to feel a tingle of heat growing in her groin.
I wish I could hear that rump of hers clap just like yours!
She bit her lip, taking in a sharp breath. Tossing aside the notion that her sister had been slutting herself out with lewd videos for all to see on this site, she hesitantly glanced over her shoulder and at her own rump. Clap? Surely she couldn’t make her flanks do that - they weren’t big enough! She had never ever shook her ass in a slutty, tantalizing way, knowing she never had reason or cause to. What she believed to have been a toned pair of cheeks wouldn’t have had much appeal anyways, to most studs at least, and she’d never degrade herself to that level regardless.
As she reread the comment in her head, she steadied her hind legs, stooped her torso down a portion, and gave her rump a firm, singular twerk.
Clap!
She froze, the sound of her own asscheeks clapping together reverberating in her ears. They twitched, curious if what they heard was real. Feeling the warmth in her groin growing, biting her lip, she found the need to double check.
Clap! Clap!
With greater force and timing, she motioned her rump back into the empty air again, twerking to nopony but herself. The sound was impossible to miss, the firm, loud noises of her white, shining flanks smacking together as she shook them.
It was bewildering - everything occurring to her at the moment. The knowledge of what her sister was doing, the comments about her body, and the sound of her plush rear slapping for her to hear in all its glory. Yet, most concerning and confusing of all to her…
Was the fact that it was turning her on - a lot.
She only now noticed the heat in her groin had exploded, a bead of her essence trailing down her inner thigh as her marehood gave an enthusiastic, instinctual wink. Her eyes went wide and she quickly stood right up, abandoning her bent over position.
“Phew! That was nice!” Pipp’s far more relaxed voice called out from behind the bathroom door.
The sound of the shower seized, and she heard the clip-clop of her sister’s hooves landing on the bathroom tiles. Blush exploding across her muzzle, Zipp threw her focus down onto the phone, quickly closing the tabs she had opened before scrambling and placing it back on the end table. Feeling her pussy wink again, yet another trail of her arousal slowly sliding down her thighs, she clamped her tail down against her rear and scurried over to her bed. Jumping onto it, hiding almost entirely under the covers, she felt the warmth from her goods cascade over her body, forcing her to suppress a moan.
Those remarks and the revelation she had turned her on way too much.
The sound of the bathroom door opening met her ears, as a torrent of fog bursted out from within. Stepping out of the room, flicking her mane to the side and giving a content sigh, Pipp smiled over at her.
“Hey, sorry for rushing you! It just really needed to…” She paused, noticing her sister’s flushed state. “Are…you okay?”
Zipp straightened up, her nerves and stress spiking. Peeking out from under her blanket further, attempting to adorn a calm facade, she stammered a response. “Uh-huh! I…I’m just really tired from training all those students today is all!”
Pipp threw her a lidded look, smirking over at her. “Did they have trouble focusing or something?”
Zipp knew she was teasing her, thinking she didn’t know about the comments her trainees made, yet the knowledge of that all made her arousal soar even further. “Erm…t-they kept getting distracted. I don’t know by w-what though.”
“One can only wonder~” Pipp continued, a sultry tone in her voice as she still believed her sister was unaware. “Those stallions can get so distracted, y’know?”
Zipp rubbed the back of her head, awkwardly chuckling. “Hehe…yeah! Probably saw a cute mare or s-something!”
She felt her cunt seize upon itself, with her knowing truthfully it wasn’t any mare, but her being ogled up and sexualized by the array of studs she had been with.
“More than likely~” Pipp finished, her lidded, mocking gaze morphing into one of concern as she noted her sister’s stammering. “Though, seriously, are you okay?”
“Yup!” Zipp quickly shot back, dismissively waving a hoof. “I’m just peachy! I’m just tired and I’ve got a - uh - major headache!” She threw Pipp a smile, gesturing towards the door. “Don’t you have that rehearsal to go to?”
Pipp perked up, glancing at the clock as her eyes went wide. “Oh horse apples!” She scampered over towards her end table, scooping up her phone and then darting towards the door. She quickly yelled out at Zipp as she made her leave, vanishing into the hallway. “Kay see you later sis love you byeeeeee.”
Hearing her sister retreat, left in the room all by her lonesome, Zipp let out a relieved sigh. The situation at hoof was already insane, but if her sister had seen her flustered state and drooling goods, it would’ve been a magnitude more troublesome. Cautiously pulling away the covers from her torso, she hesitantly glanced down at herself.
And those tits? Melons.
The comment on her bosoms resonated in her mind, as she scrunched her muzzle and eyed them up. She had always told herself they were just average, maybe even below average, but then again she barely ever checked herself out down there nor did she reference others.
Reaching a hoof down, she caressed one of her tits, biting her lip as her existing arousal grew with her own touch. She had to admit it, they did seem big, and they certainly felt big. She knew they weighed her down a portion when flying, always being a slight hindrance to her own performances, but only now was she drinking in the sheer volume of them.
Inching on the line between size C’s and size D’s her rack was a hefty pair, and she was quick to put together some things. Whenever she flew over ponies, she had always noticed them gazing up at her in awe. She originally had thought it was because of her skills or her status as a princess, but vaguely recalling the looks on most stallion’s faces, she knew she was dead wrong. Most studs had a slack jawed, shocked expression, some even drooling at the sight of her. Somehow, be it her undying confidence or her ignorance to her own…proportions, she hadn’t ever truly noticed how they looked at her.
She let out a moan, finding herself beginning to rub and tease her breasts. Melons. That’s what that comment called them, and she could only assume there were dozens more similar to it. All these stallions, and probably some mares, saw her tits and just…craved them - a fact that sent her instincts alight.
She had something they seemed to want, and bouncing her rack in her hooves, twisting her nipples in rotation every few seconds, she groaned at the thought. She couldn’t know why or how it felt so incredible, so horribly tantalizing, but it was something that began to consume her being. One of her hooves drifted further down her body, passing her teats and finding its way to her drooling cunt. She bit her lip, stopping herself just short of touching her sensitive region, before grinding her teeth and scoffing in anger.
“Tch ~ C-c’mon Zipp, get a hold of yourself,” she insisted to herself, pulling her hooves back up and shaking her head. “They’re just…joking around that’s all!”
She chuckled awkwardly, her marehood winking angrily at the denial of its pleasure. Snorting hot air from her nostrils, determined to distract herself, she eyed the door of the room. Laying in bed, leaving herself to her own thoughts, wasn’t going to help - rather it’d do the opposite. A brief walk would help her clear her head, while also allowing her body to calm itself and its desires. Shakily, she rolled out of bed, cringing as she felt another bead of her essence drip down her inner thigh, and made for the door.
Clamping her tail tightly to her rump and hiding her dubiously winking marehood, she awkwardly shimmied out of her room and through the door. There were always some of the royal guard stationed right beside it - two in mornings and evenings and one at night, and with it only being around five, there were two. Zipp gulped, stepping out and seeing each of them to her sides. Bulky, strong, and stoic, they were a staple of Zephyr Heights routine guard training and exercise.
Probably have massive cocks too…
Zipp’s body shuddered, the lewd thought crossing her mind with pronounced force. Shaking herself off, she nodded subtly at each guard and made her way to leave. This time however, she made sure to be very aware of their actions as she began to walk away. She heard them sniff the air, their noses trailing in the direction of her - more than likely catching the aroma of a worked up mare like her. From the corner of her eye, though she pretended to not notice it, she caught a glimpse of their gazes focusing directly onto her rear. They stared for a few moments as she walked away, before turning to each other and whispering.
She turned the corner and out of sight, rubbing herself up against the wall and letting out a gasp for air. She knew they were eyeing up her flanks, knew they smelt her arousal, and knew they were likely talking about her in a scandalous way. The knowledge of all that sent her loins ablaze, causing her to rub her thick thighs together in an effort to quell the sensation. She had to keep it together, lest she turn into a horny mess.
She never had felt this aroused before, not even during her estrus cycles. Normally nonchalant about the amorous aspects of life, she would take potions to quell her heat as soon as it emerged. Never having allowed it to intensify, she was wholly inexperienced with arousal of this magnitude. While she had satisfied herself in the past, often prompted by a mild desire, she now feared what reaching a climax from such intense build up might entail.
Doing her best to compose herself and stave off her marish instincts, she resumed her trot. The walk was meantto calm her down, but it had already done nothing but make her hornier. Hoping the course of events would take a turn, she made her way towards the main areas of the castle. Guards, servants, guests, and general citizens littered the halls, chatting with each other or going about some work.
And every last one of them stared at her.
Not because she was a princess, not because she looked beyond flushed, and not because they were simply curious about who was passing by.
They all at the very least took a glimpse at her flanks.
Some stared for several seconds, others took a peek and looked away, but she knew for a fact what they were eyeing up. She was infuriated with herself, somehow going ages without ever noticing what their intent was. She always had chalked it up to being a princess, but no—it was always due to a far more lewd reason.
Trotting through the foyer, taking heavy breaths as she went, Zipp did everything she could to calm her racing mind. Confusion and lust filled her thoughts, as baffled as she was horny with her emotions. She couldn’t help herself from eyeing up some guards, drinking in their muscular forms and imagining herself with them.
After all, from the looks they were trying to hide, they liked her ass. She could, regrettably, clearly imagine her juicy flanks clapping wondrously as she bounced on one of their cocks. The thoughts kept flowing, hurtling Zipp deeper into her lust. The notion that they could slide those thick rods of theirs between her melons. How good it’d feel to be pounded by one, or two, maybe three of them at once—claiming the princess and treating her like the bitch she was deep down.
“Princess, are you okay?”
Zipp’s eyes went wide, only now realizing she had been staring longingly at a pair of guards near the castle’s entrance. A shade of crimson exploded across her muzzle, as she quickly wiped drool from her maw away. She cursed herself, enraged that she let herself literally drool over the ridiculous thoughts her heated mind was created.
Awkwardly nodding, she turned and began to quickly trot away. “Yup! Yup! Yup! I’m great! K-keep up the good work you do!”
She ran, scurrying away from all the sets of eyes likely drinking in her savory form. She had an ideal body for any stud, and knowing that only let her mind wander. She could very easily get with any stallion she pleased, letting go of her calm and collected demeanor and accepting her body’s slutty capabilities. It seemed horribly out of character for her, yet the events of the last few hours had warped her perspective on her and her interests.
She’d never think she’d crave this attention, finding herself addicted to the idea of being sexualized in such a way, but it made her feel amazing. Every set of eyes, every whisper she heard, all of it worked together to form an unstoppable force within the workings of her mind. Her marehood began winking wantonly, her essence cascaded down her thighs, and she sprinted back to her room.
At the most an hour had passed, but that was enough time for the changing of the guard to occur. Now seen as the night shift, one guard awaited her outside her door. He was a rookie, one she had only seen once before, and it was his first time guarding the royal bedroom. He made to wave hello to her, possibly caught up in the excitement of his position, but was met only by a blur of white and a door slammingshut beside him.
Panting, pressing her back on the door, Zipp caught her breath. Sweat beaded down her form, her wings ached from their arousal, and she couldn’t ignore the primal sensation coursing throughout her very being. She glanced over towards Pipp‘s side of the room, thanking the spirits of harmony that her sister wasn’t there. Swallowing hard, catching sight of a piece of paper lying on Pipp’s bed, she awkwardly trotted over towards it.
Scooping it up, she read it to herself.
Hey Sis! I would’ve texted you about this but your phone is dead. Anyways, don’t bother leaving the door unlocked expecting me to come. I’ve got to practice more first thing in the morning, so I’m sleeping in one of the suites in the theater building. Thankfully mom really made sure we have the royal treatment anywhere we go here!
Also, seriously, charge your phone. Wing writing is so 200 years ago. I can’t be doing this all the time for you!
- Pipp
Zipp read over the note one last time, before tossing it aside and sitting down. Slamming her rump down against the floor, she took the downtime to control her breathing. The burning desire within her didn’t wane, but at least she was alone. Night was quickly descending upon Zephyr Heights, the sun fading away as the moon began to glow in the sky. She didn’t know how long she just sat there, zoning out and focusing on anything but the feelings and thoughts dominating her body.
Yet they wouldn’t leave.
Slowly, she stood up, blushing intensely as she looked down. Where she had just been sitting, a small puddle of her arousal rested. The fragrant, vanilla scent of her own lust wafted into her sinuses, earning an enthusiastic wink from her pussy. She gnawed her lip, finding herself slowly leaning back.
“Just…a bit wouldn’t hurt…”
Using one hoof, she cupped one of her tits. As she began to caress and tease her bosoms, a deep moan escaped her, but she wasn’t near sated. They were so incredibly voluptuous and inviting, calling forth her darker desires. With nopony else around, and feeling far dirtier than she ever did before, no matter how absurd it sounded, she chose to continue to abuse the sensitivity her flesh gave off.
She hadn’t lavished her own body in ages, always opting to take a potion to sate her heats and ignoring her own form outside of that. She was a detective, yet she had been so clouded in her own interests for so long she had never taken the time to thoroughly investigate herself.
Ignorant as it may seem, she hadn’t embraced just how lewd her body was, but in that very moment, as her hooves caressed her tits, she lost herself in the wonder of it all. Each gentle caress against her nipples sent a tingle up her spine, each massage of her pillowy flesh earned a wink from her snatch, and rubbing them together was like injecting pure euphoria into her very veins.
She hadn’t a clue if this was heat, or the intense arousal of realizing just how slutty her body was. Her tits were big, she now understood that. Both of them were bigger than her hooves, and carried a fair bit of weight to them. She wondered what had been slowing her down so much the last few years, and it seemed her rack was part of the answer. Still, she was finding herself very fond of their size. As she continued to fondle herself, her moans began to echo off the walls of her room, enticing her further.
It was amazing, each gentle touch and stroke felt like it was something out of a dream. She couldn’t stop, nor did she want to stop. She realized she could become addicted to this. Touching herself, embracing how slutty she was, it felt somehow right.
She moved a hoof further down, beginning to rub her clit as she fondled her rack with the other. Her moans deepened, realizing just how wet she was—and lavishing in the fact of it. Each movement earned a groan of utter delight from her, electrifying jolts of bliss running through her each time she teased her snatch. She felt herself wink against her hoof, and it only encouraged her to play with herself all the more.
The sounds being made with her hooves, the soft, juicy, dripping squelches and the gracious, alluring scent of her quim had her addicted already. It was like taking an aphrodisiac and exploring its results, not able to muster in enough air to maintain proper coherency in thoughts. Everything felt as hot and heavy as a spring sun, enticing Zipp to unravel and succumb to it—to herself, her marehood, and the delightful fruits borne from her figure.
The comments she had read filled her mind with lecherous thoughts. She’d love to flaunt her stuff to those horny commenters in real life, letting them see her flanks clap or how her tits bounced below her. A part of her tried denying these ideas, but her frenzied lust overruled all else. They only got dirtier and dirtier. She’d love to milk their cocks dry, letting them see her cheeks ripple as their bodies met over and over.
“Hnnng f-fuuuuck!!!~”
Zipp screamed with delight, pussy gushing with her juices as an orgasm struck her body. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and she kept rubbing her clit even through the unfathomable pleasure. It was one of the best orgasms of her life, heightened intensely by the newfound knowledge she had obtained. Ponies would probably have paid hundreds, even thousands of bits to see her like this. If pictures and videos of her ass and tits were enough to get them going crazy, she could only imagine their reactions to seeing her cumming her brains out.
Even the thought of having an orgasm all to herself, to thoughts of being not only ravished, but used for her body, felt indescribably naughty. Nopony should view a royalty like that, and yet everything was a sluttier option the more she was given levity with her discovery. It was like a feedback loop, getting hornier over how hot she definitely was, and her hazed mind reveling with glee with each train of thought about it.
Shuddering intensely, greedily breathing in her own aromatic musk, she rode through the waves of pleasure that washed over her body. Each jolt was like a miniature orgasm in and of itself, throwing her back into the depths of the sea of lust she was wading in. She found her desires only rising with every passing second, the climax she was enduring not relenting her need, but only elevating it. She never would imagine herself doing this, not in her wildest dreams, but now she was discovering a side of herself she never thought possible.
Reeling back slightly, she could feel every part of her soft ass against the silky rug she was laying across, and it fed and gratified every single urge in her form, spreading a tantalized euphoria and ecstacy throughout her entire self. She tried to reach back, just to knead her perfect doughy flanks, but being in the middle of an orgasm stopped her. And did she wish it didn’t, so she could send herself into overload and pass out from bliss, so her instincts and overwhelming need for sex would finally diminish.
Gasping for air, the ending of her climax finally came. With a final jolt of euphoric bliss, the tsunami of pleasure that washed over her began to subside. Laying back, wings extended and aching from her arousal, Zipp attempted to gather her bearings. She was still painfully horny, and she knew her hooves weren’t enough. The idea of being seen as a slut was enthralling, and it’d be so easy for her to coax a stallion into fucking her senseless.
She tried to resist the urges within her, her logic screaming to fend off what she was thinking. It wasn’t enough, the newfound slutty desires and ideas bouncing within her head drowned out any reason she had. She was too horny, and she needed to indulge herself. She wanted to see how quickly she could seduce a stallion, how easily she could flaunt her body and get fucked into her mattress. Damn all logic and will, she wanted to cave to her senses, and that she did.
Her composure was sundered, a feral need to breed overcoming her self control. She wanted to put her new discovery to the test, and, eyeing the door, an idea began to brew in her mind. There was a stud. A virile, handsome guard. One that definitely had eyed her up before. One that would treat her like the slut her body made her out to be.
As if she had no control over her body, her legs began to trot toward the door before she could finish thinking. She was fully aware of her body now. She felt every bounce of her flanks, every sway of her tits, and was very aware of the lust drooling from her marehood and down her thighs.
Pushing open the door, Zipp peeked her out of her room. The castle was dead quiet, with not even a peep echoing through its halls. To her left, the hallway was entirely empty, the dim light shed from a high chandelier the only thing filling the void. To her right, she found herself frozen, a deep blush exploding onto her face.
It was the rookie guard, standing at the ready. His armor fit his physique perfectly, highlighting his muscles, figure, and more. His eyes shimmered with a cerulean glow, and his coat was well maintained. Each feather on his wing was carefully preened, and the hair on his mane was just as well maintained. It was evident he prided himself on being a guard, but to Zipp.
It was evident to her that he was incredibly hot.
“Oh! Hello, Princess. Is there something you need?”
Nearly drooling at the sight of him, Zipp snapped out of her stupor. “Wha - huh? O-Oh! Yes…there is! Mister…erm…”
“Steadfast,” he politely finished for her.
Squirming in place, his voice charming her like a snake, Zipp couldn’t form any kind of a plan. Usually she’d be cool, calculated, and confident, but right now all she yearned for was to act slutty and be rutted. With no plan and lust driving her, she blurted out.
“Do you think I’m hot?”
The question caused Steadfast to blush, as he ruffled his wings at his sides. “W-Wha?!” He attempted to compose himself, clearing his throat. “I mean…o-of course, Princess! You’re one of the most attractive mares in Equestria!”
Noting how he was sweating bullets, and enjoying his compliment, Zipp wanted more. “So you’ve stared at me before?~”
“I…erm…yes?” Steadfast replied.
With her instincts screaming at her, Zipp stepped out of her room. A devilish smile split her muzzle as she saw Steadfast’s gaze dart right towards her flank. She really was a magnet for studs’ lusts, and she was loving it.
“So you’ve stared at my fat ass before?~” Zipp purred.
Steadfast tugged at his armor, gulping. “I…uh…”
“Don’t be shy,” Zipp cooed, turning away and bending down. With her ass raised up high, she pressed her torso to the ground. “You like this?~”
Clap!
Clap!
Clap!
She bounced her flanks, clapping them together right before Steadfast’s eyes. An intense rush of arousal ran through Zipp’s body. The mere notion of twerking in front of a guard would’ve sounded insane to her hours ago, but with her newfound understanding of how alluring her body was, she adored this.
“You wanna have fun with this~” she snickered.
“Yes,” Steadfast growled, spear falling to the ground as he basically drooled at the sight.
A shudder of excitement ran up Zipp’s spine. “Come get it then~”
Zipp needed this. She needed to know how her slutty figure could tempt a pony. She wanted to be claimed, to be rutted. Her lust conquered her entirely, and now she was a victim of her own desire. It was so degrading to be doing this, but she couldn’t stop.
“C’mon ~ Dig in!” she groaned, feeling Steadfast’s hooves beginning to dig into her pillowy asscheeks.
Steadfast didn’t need to be told twice. Spreading Zipp’s asscheeks apart, he was greeted with her slavering pussy and winking ponut. A sweet aroma of raspberries met his sinuses, as Zipp’s natural aroma was truly deserving of a princess. His hooves felt like they were caressing jello, and though he’d love to stare at her flanks all day, he was entirely focused on her nethers. Both mounds called to him, but his eyes first set on that perfect, princess ponut.
Zipp felt ecstatic. The way his hooves sank into her fat ass, the method in which she used to make him lose his composure, and the knowledge of what was coming next. Even seeing it coming, she wasn’t prepared, as a massive wave of pleasure washed over her.
Steadfast had begun eating her out, greedily lapping at her backdoor with a carnal hunger. Her flavor was nearly the exact same as her delicious scent, making it impossible to resist feasting on her asshole. A sea of moans began to escape Zipp’s mouth, as he rimmed her with expertise.
“Nnnngh! How are you so good at that?!” Zipp groaned.
Pulling his lips away from her backdoor, Steadfast replied. “I’ve knocked up almost every mare on your royal guard~ I might be a rookie guard, but I’m very experienced elsewhere.”
“You really are a - mmmmph!~”
Zipp tried to reply, but a hard smack on her ass and a tongue now diving into her cunt swiftly silenced her. She felt amazing, already being treated like she wasn’t royalty. Her sister might’ve liked being treated special, but Zipp always liked to be rough—and she was quickly learning that that applied to her sexual endeavors too.
Steadfast lapped at her marehood, diving his tongue deep into her depths and savoring the wondrous flavor she provided. He delivered more smacks to her rump, her pristine white fur letting a hue of red shine through thanks to the blows it received. Lust gushed from her marehood, painting Steadfast’s muzzle as he swept her into a sea of bliss.
A flow of moans escaped Zipp’s lungs, before the constant pleasure came to a stop. Pulling his muzzle away from her goods, Steadfast stood up tall. Eyeing her closely, staring into her eyes as she glanced back at him, he raised a hoof, saw her eyes widen in excitement, chuckled and slammed it down against her asscheek.
A resounding smack echoed in the hall, followed by a guttural groan from Zipp. Her pussy gushed with her lust from the blow, as Steadfast watched her flank ripple from the force. Licking his lips, he smiled at her.
“You know, I only took this job to get closer to you,” he remarked.
Shakily, Zipp replied. “Haaa…why…why’s that?”
“I saw all those posts about you. Comments saying how hot you were, how fat your ass was.” He gave her rump another smack, snickering. “Though the pictures online don’t do it justice.” Another smack, and another ecstatic moan from Zipp. “But I never thought you’d be such a depraved slut—not that I’m complaining~”
Gasping for air, tail flicking wildly, Zipp sighed. “I - haaa…fuck… - I didn’t know…either…but…it’s so good~”
“Well then, why don’t you be a good slutty bitch and roll onto your back,” Steadfast growled.
Zipp’s heart skipped a beat, finding the domineering attitude he was adorning utterly enthralling. Nodding in understanding, she slowly laid down, before rolling onto her back. Pinning her winds underneath her, she looked up, looking back into Steadfast’s piercing gaze. Giving him a sultry look, she spread her legs, submitting herself to him entirely.
Steadfast trotted closer, gently caressing one of Zipp’s tits with a hoof. “Huff, look at these~” He began to grope the other with one of his wings, massaging it sensually. “They really are melons! Those comments didn’t lie!”
“Fitting for a slut like me, right?~” Zipp teased, gnawing her lip.
She couldn’t believe these words were coming out of her mouth, but the rush they gave her was like none other. It was degrading and dirty, but oh so wonderful at the same time. Giggling with lecherous joy, she gently pet Steadfast’s cheek as he moved his muzzle closer to her rack.
“A whore like you needs a matching body,” he replied, shooting her a wink as he brought his lips closer to one of her tits. “Maybe you can start posting those pictures of you online yourself~”
Zipp liked the sound of the notion. After all, ponies loved seeing her slutty body in suboptimal photos her sister managed to sneak. With her sexual enlightenment, and a desire to indulge in her new debaucherous interests, running an account where she’d whore herself out did sound awfully enticing.
Though she couldn’t focus for long, as Steadfast finally began to suck on her tits. Dancing his tongue around her areola, lightly nibbling her nipple, gently taunting her with his teeth, and continuing to massage both with his foreleg and wing—it felt heavenly.
The pleasures continued however, as Steadfast used his free hoof to begin rubbing Zipp’s cunt, propping himself up against her. Though she had a huge rack and an incredibly plump rump, Zipp was still strong. In most parts of her body she was mostly muscle, so she could handle some of his weight with immense ease.
Rotating between her tits every few moments, Steadfast’s arousal was becoming evident. He had been stroking his stallionhood with a wing the entire time, teasing himself as he pleasured his partner. He was getting close to a climax, and Zipp could tell from his expression, so she knew she had to act.
“G-Get against the wall,” she croaked. “Now.”
Steadfast, taken aback by her firm tone, listened. Standing up on his hind legs, he clumsily backed up against the wall. His stallionhood stood tall, throbbing before him. The sight made Zipp drool, but before she lost all composure, an idea crossed her mind.
She loved the attention her body got, and loved the idea of people seeing her as a slut, and she needed more of it.
Darting into her room, Steadfast didn’t even have time to question her before she zoomed back out. Handing him her phone, already unlocked, she sat before him, cock mere inches away from her face.
“Stream this.”
“What?!” he blurted in response.
Zipp licked her lips, glaring up at him with lustful intensity flowing in her eyes. “Stream it, your princess commands you~”
“Y-Yes, ma’am!”
Steadfast was thrown for a spin. One second, she was being all submissive, and now here she was bossing him around with incredible effectiveness. He couldn’t get a read on her, but perhaps she was always this passionate and jumpy with things she worked on. With no other option, he started a stream, watching hundreds of ponies immediately funnel in to catch an extremely rare Princess Zipp stream.
Wrapping her wing around Steadfast’s cock, she began giving him a wing job. Hastily stroking his length from top to bottom, she watched as he squirmed with pleasure before her. Sure, she liked being a bit submissive to him, but she also liked being in control just as much.
Eyeing the phone’s camera, she smiled. “Hello, Zephyr Heights! I recently found out my sister has a page allll about my slutty body…”
Steadfast, through clenched eyes of pleasure, made out some messages in the chat. Most were freaking out over what they were witnessing, but the amount of ponies getting into what Zipp was saying was steadily growing.
“And thousands of you love it! So, with so many of you loving how I look, I figured I’d show you all how slutty I really can be myself!” She placed a kiss on his cock, hovering her lips before it like she was speaking into a microphone. “No sneaky videos or photos from my sister, just me myself showing you all~”
As she finished her remark, she opened her jaw and dove down. In the blink of an eye she had taken nearly half of Steadfast’s length down her throat, progressively forcing more into her as she shoved her head further. She could feel every last vein throb in his length, gagging for a moment before finally managing to hilt him within her. Knowing she could deepthroat him, she pulled back, diving back down to begin a routine.
Her tongue danced on the underside of his cock as she worked, taunting and tasting every inch of it as she drove him down her throat again. She didn’t slow, her gag reflex long abandoned as she routinely took in his entirety. He was massive, certainly bigger than most stallions, but that made Zipp feel all the more validated. She felt like a slut, and only a slut could take a cock this big without issue. He had said he nailed and knocked up almost every female guard in Zephyr Heights, so he was absolutely a mare magnet, but Zipp was determined to outdo every last mare he had been with. She didn’t know him, but he had a massive stallionhood and she had the throat to handle it—and that’s all she needed. She was going to show all of Zephyr Heights, the city that fantasized about her, just how lewd she could be in reality.
Bobbing her head back and forth, the sounds of slurping filled the air. She greedily sampled his entire cock time and time again, savoring his taste and size each time she choked herself on it. But she didn’t want to stop there. Her viewers definitely followed Pipp’s secret account about her, which means they wanted to see more of her ass, and she was happy to oblige.
Steadying her hips, she used her eyes to motion Steadfast to aim the camera back. Though struggling against intense pleasure, he seemingly got the hint. Pointing it at her flank, his eyes lit up with delight.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
In tune with her blowjob, Zipp began clapping her ass for the thousands of ponies in her stream to see. Each bob down meant one clap, and each time she pulled herself back, another clap. It was a perfect method, the air filling with smacks, slurps, and moans—an orchestra to celebrate Zipp’s newfound kinky side. From what she could see of the screen reflecting in Steadfast’s eyes, the chat was absolutely exploding with comments and likes. She was entertaining thousands, solely with her body and her natural, whorish intentions. She felt his cock twitching in her mouth, watched as his face began to strain, and heard his breathing grow ragged. Knowing he was about to cum, she took a deep breath and dove her mouth down onto his cock.
With a deep, guttural growl, Steadfast began to unload down her gullet. Rope after rope of warm cum gushed out of his stallionhood, flooding her gut with his seed. Her belly bulged a portion from the sheer volume of foalbatter he was unloading, as she was forced to hold her breath to ensure she didn’t waste a single drop of his seed. It felt like he had an endless volume of essence to dispense into her, but gradually his climax began to slow, allowing her to pull her lips back and savor some gushes of cum on her tongue. The salty flavor was delicious, and she more than happily gulped the last few loads down, finding herself feeling shockingly full from his load.
“Mmmm ~ Delicious!” she remarked, shooting him a wink. “But we can’t stop there!”
Blinking wildly, Steadfast raised a brow. “Pardon?”
“We’ve got thousands of ponies who are probably dying to see you plow me into my mattress! “Plus.” She caressed one of his nuts with her hoof, gently massaging the massive orb. “These cumtanks have got plenty left in them~”
Steadfast hesitated. He had intentions of becoming a guard to get closer to Zipp, but now he was outright fucking her and becoming a pornstar of sorts in the process. An unexpected twist, but one that he was finding to be shockingly fun. Reading the chat, seeing so many other ponies begging him to follow through, he felt like he had to provide. After all, it was a guard’s duty to serve the ponies of Zephyr Heights.
Grabbing Zipp’s hair, he stared daggers into her, throwing her a smug look. “Get in that room and bend over on your bed like the needy slut you are~”
Those words once again made Zipp’s heart skip a beat. It worked like a switch, pushing right back into a submissive mentality. Perhaps she was a hardcore switch, or maybe her logic and reasoning was incredibly warped due to just how horny she was, but regardless, her wishy washy dynamic as his partner only livened things up in the end. But he was right, she needed this and she was a needy slut right now. He spoke the truth, so she was more than eager to obey.
Standing up, she slowly began to trot into her room. Steadfast tailed behind her, keeping the stream’s focus on her flanks. She purposely emphasized her steps, making her rump jiggle with every step, all while she swayed her hips in a hypnotic fashion. Reaching her bed, she laid her torso on top of it. Leaving her rump off the bed, she spread her hindlegs apart, flaunting her ass and tits for the entire stream’s viewing pleasure.
“Well? Aren’t you going to come breed your princess?~”
An explosion of messages in the stream’s chat ushered Steadfast forward, and the view of everything Zipp had to offer absolutely enthralled him. Scrambling over, all the grace and suave he carried gone in those few eager steps, he hastily mounted Zipp like a lucky stud on prom night. Slapping his length between her flanks, he ground himself against her, letting the camera focus on her ass as she spoke.
“This is what you’ve all wanted for ages, isn’t it?” she cooed. “You all got off to me without ever telling me! Guess that makes me a pretty bad detective in that regard~” She shimmied her hips, living her pussy up with his cock. “Good thing I’m a damn good slut.”
With her last word, she slammed herself back onto Steadfast’s cock. Her ass jiggled from the impact, her cunt greedily taking in every last inch of cock it could get. Her walls clenched down with everything they had, desperate to keep the cock they had been waiting for within, but Zipp had an itch that needed to be scratched, and so she began to move.
It was a rhythmic motion. Pulling away until only his tip was still in her, and then slamming back with everything she had. Each plunge made his tip kiss her womb, each dive filled her to the brim with pleasure, and each thrust made her yearn for release even more. Her ass clapped against his groin, her tits smacked against his thighs, and her body shuddered each time she embraced his entirety. Eventually, Steadfast caught on to her method, beginning to move in tandem with her. Their bodies moved in unison, both heightening the other's pleasure as much as they could, each pushing one another to the limit at an increasing pace.
“Haaa, you’re so big!” Zipp groaned. “D-Don’t - nnngh - stop!”
Steadfast couldn’t reply, exhaling sharply between clenched teeth. He was mesmerized by the way her flank moved when he slammed into her, enthralled with the sweat running down her gorgeous figure, and in love with the way she spoke. This was a princess, but all she wanted to be right now was a slut.
Thousands upon thousands of ponies were now in the stream, the entire chat was full of lewd messages, and likes came funneling in like a river. The stream had long since already broken the record for viewers, surpassing even Pipp’s last ‘special event’ stream. Though Zipp didn’t know this, she did know there were at least a couple thousand ponies watching, and that’s all she needed to heighten her arousal to the next level.
The two went on and on, drowning in pleasure with every passing minute. A flurry of spanks came from Steadfast, making Zipp’s flank a faint hue of red from the repeated strikes. Each one made her scream with bliss, each one ushered her closer to her limit. She needed to cum, but more so she needed his cum. She yearned to be bred, to feel her womb fill to the limit with seed, and at this point she didn’t care who did it.
Her marehood caressed Steadfast’s cock’s every last inch. Every nerve of his member was taunted, pleasured, and caressed, each and every part of it finding new heights to the concept of pleasure. Her flanks glistened with sweat, and her ponut winked with every slam he made into her. Her tits smacked against him harder, upping the pleasure for the princess as the two grew more and more forceful.
“Fuuuck ~ I’m getting close, Zipp!” Steadfast groaned.
Zipp didn’t need to hear anything else, immediately beginning to throw herself back with everything she had. It wasn’t the most intense rut in her life. The foreplay, the blowjob, and even the sex felt a bit fast and uncoordinated, but she couldn’t reason out a plan in her lust. She needed this, he needed this, and they were both going to reach nirvana together.
“Haa, good! Your entire r-reason for becoming a guard was to rut me, right?” She slammed against him even harder, intentionally clenching down on his cock with everything she had. “So go on! Breed me! We’ll - ahn - call this the last step of your guard training, rookie!”
Unable to compose himself, Steadfast entered a frenzy. Huffing and groaning over and over again, he gripped Zipp’s hips and gave her his all. The sudden ferocity he adopted took the princess entirely off guard, as her eyes went wide and she began to sink into her mattress, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure. Her body lurched forward with each intense slam, as she was unable to throw herself back anymore, wholly overtaken by the dominant force that was Steadfast. He pounded harder and harder, smacking her flank every few seconds, coercing more and more moans from her lips as she began to lose herself in the miasma of pleasure she was being shrouded in.
Every slam pushed her closer to her climax, every smack earned a scream of delight, and before she knew it, she was moments away from reaching the brink herself. She prayed to the goddess above that she could remain conscious after what was about to happen, but as Steadfast leaned forward, bit down on her mane, and wrenched her head back, she worried she’d blackout within the first second of cumming.
“Take every last drop!”
The ferocity and intensity behind Steadfast’s voice alone could’ve been enough to make Zipp cum, but the force in which he gave his final slam was what truly did her in. Hilted within her cunt, gripping her hips like he’d never let go of her, Steadfast unleashed his gift into her depths. A euphoric howl of delight echoed in the room as Zipp felt the first rope of cum flood her womb, pushing her into the most incredible orgasm of her life.
It felt ethereal, as if her soul was leaving her very body from the pleasure alone. Every last nerve in her body shimmered with a sensation that could only be described as heavenly. Her legs spasmed, her eyes rolled back, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she babbled nonsensically, mind temporarily broken from the sheer intensity of the sensations overwhelming it.
Steadfast didn’t stop cumming, flooding her womb entirely until his seed began to spill out and paint her walls. Even then, he dumped even more into her, overflowing out of her pussy as it gushed past the seal his cock made on her snatch. Seed painted her thighs, the mattress, and the floor below. It was the apex of all the climaxes Steadfast had ever unleashed, truly deserving of a princess.
Zipp felt herself teetering on the brink of consciousness, each molten burst of cum entering her ushering forth a miniature orgasm in of itself. There were so many factors making her climax truly perfect. A new kink, a new understanding of herself, an absolutely capable stud, and thousands upon thousands of ponies watching her be as slutty as can be.
Though, perfect as it may be, it had to end eventually. Slipping out of her cunt, allowing a sea of seed to drool from her gaped marehood, Steadfast rolled to the side and laid next to her. Zipp herself was a mess. Her hair was unkempt, especially where Steadfast bit down and pulled her back on, she was covered in sweat, her feathers were in shambles, and she was pretty sure if she didn’t take a potion soon she’d end up pregnant.
“What. The. Buck.”
Shakily raising her head, Zipp spotted Pipp in their bedroom doorway. The smaller pegasus had an entire ensemble on, makeup covering her face, and the most shocked expression Zipp could ever imagine on.
“H-Hey…I can explain…”
“You temptress!”
Giggling, Pipp fluttered her wings at her side. She looked back over herself, chuckling at all the ponies staring at her. She was dressed up in a rather scandalous dress, one designed to highlight the fishnets she currently adorned. Everything in the outfit directed ponies’ eyes to her ass, and she was purposely walking in a way to make her flank jiggle as much as possible.
“Says you~”
Zipp retorted, trotting beside her sister. She had also decided to be quite the tease, wearing a yoga outfit that was certainly too small on her. Her pants cupped her ass, highlighting every bit of plump goodness it had while also outlining her ponut and marehood beneath the cloth. She too walked with the intention to draw attention, her jiggling flanks earning lustful looks from nearly every passerby.
Ever since that fateful night, Zipp had indulged herself entirely into her slutty side. She had let the entire guard rut her already, hooked up with a handful of citizens both in Zephyr Heights and Maretime Bay, got very personal with Alphabittle, and her absolute favorite—gotten Hitch off more times than she could count.
She often wore scandalous clothing out, teased her trainees with her body, and even made her own account dedicated to flaunting her body off to the masses. So far, it was fun and hot as could be. She was still respected, but now she was also lusted for, something her mother said was ‘fitting for a future Queen’
“So, where are you taking me?” Pipp asked, chuckling as two stallions bumped into each other. “We can’t keep distracting these poor ponies with our asses, yknow~”
“Oh, we’re heading to the barracks!” Zipp replied.
Pipp tilted her head, curious. “Huh? Why? Aren’t all the guards away on that work trip to Bridlewood?”
“Yeah, except one who got in trouble for abandoning his post a few weeks back~” Zipp cooed, shooting Pipp a wink. “Something about getting distracted by a princess instead of focusing on protecting one.”
Pipp’s eyes lit up. “Ooooooh ~ You’re paying Steadfast a visit~”
“Not just me,” Zipp replied, eyeing Pipp’s saddlebag. “You brought two morning after potions, right?”
“Yup!” Pipp’s eyes widened, as she caught on to what her sister was laying down. “Ooooooh~”
“Ponies have been asking for us to collaborate on a post,” Zipp hummed, wrapping a wing around her sister as they reached the front door of the barracks. “So let’s give them what they’re waiting for!”
