Princess Stream, a Sheriff's Dream

Hitch Trailblazer, the steadfast sheriff of Maretime Bay, could be heard walking briskly through the cobblestone streets, his amber eyes focused on the task ahead.

The midday sun cast a warm blanket across the small coastal town as the summer sun was at its strongest, leaving the golden-furred sheriff warm and sweaty, as there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky to provide him cover.

Amidst the bustle of the town’s midday routines, there was an unusual hush as ponies watched the scene unfolding near the rebuilt lighthouse.

Beside him, with a defiant scowl plastered across his youthful face, was a brown earth pony stallion clattered noisily in handcuffs. The tail beneath his coat flickering in irritation as he stumbled along the stone path, shooting occasional glares at Hitch.

"This is absurd, y’know that?!" the stallion huffed, trying to shake the restraints loose, though it only made him stumble as his hooves couldn’t keep up. "I wasn’t doing anything wrong!"

Hitch kept his pace steady but firm, his expression a mix of determination and compassion. "I’m just doing my job, sir. We’ve had too many reports about your behaviour to ignore. Mrs. Poppyseed was scared to leave her house."

The stallion snorted, his eyes flaring with a mix of anger and something that might have been fear. "Stalking? Me? That old mare wouldn’t know stalkin’ if it bit her on the tail!"

Hitch sighed, wishing for a moment to be back to his less complicated duties, like sorting out disputes over flower beds or organising the next community picnic. "I just need to sort things out at the station. You’ll be released soon enough, if you haven’t done anything wrong."

The murmurs of the townsfolk grew quiet as Hitch and the smaller stallion approached the sheriff station. Inside, the cold, familiar surroundings of his workplace awaited, though today, it promised to be a place of questioning rather than hospitality.

For once, Hitch was thankful that Sunny had insisted on taking Sparky Sparkeroni on a small picnic tour out of town with Izzy, the three would surely not return until much later—hopefully so late that the small dragon wouldn’t have to meet this mysterious stalker.

With a gentle but firm nudge, Hitch guided the strange stallion through the two front doors, the sheriff mentally preparing for the interrogation ahead.

The streets outside returned to their usual rhythm, the ponies of Maretime Bay reassured that their diligent sheriff once again had things under control.

As he settled the troublesome pony down across from him in his office, the wooden chairs scraped loudly against the stone floor, their sound echoing through the empty station and onto the streets, the ponies outside turning their ears towards the strange noise.

Hitch, not wanting to bother the townsfolk, walked over to close and lock the door before saying, "Let's start with something easy. What's your name?"

The potential criminal simply huffed in defiance, not in the mood to answer any questions related to this unreasonable arrest, and so looked around the windowless room.

Hitch leaned back in his chair, letting the subtle tension of the room sink in. The young colt across from him, likely in his late teens, perhaps start twenties, had a defiant expression in his eyes, his arms stubbornly trying to cross over his chest despite the cuffs preventing it.

Hitch tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the table, considering his next move. "Alright, let’s try this again," Hitch said, his tone calm but firm. "What’s your name?"

The stallion remained silent, his jaw clenched tight. He looked away, the determination in his eyes still burning strong, though they felt more hollow now.

Hitch tried a different approach, he leaned in slightly and lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret. "Look, things will go a lot smoother if you cooperate. I know this whole situation here probably feels unfair, but I have to follow certain rules and protocols. It's not about making things hard for you. It's about maintaining order and keeping everyone safe."

Hitch let the words hang in the air, giving the message time to sink in. He could see the colt’s resolve wavering. "That's why your name is important. It helps me keep track of who I’ve got, and it ensures that I’m not holding the wrong pony. Basic stuff."

The colt sighed deeply, finally meeting Hitch's eyes. "It's Rick," he muttered. "Name's Rick."

"Thank you, Rick," Hitch nodded, jotting down the name. Rick didn’t provide his surname, but that was fine—this was progress nonetheless.

"My name is Hitch, Hitch Trailblazer. You may call me sheriff or Hitch.” Hitch introduced as casually as he would a pony in town, while the pen in hand moved to the next line on the notepad in his hand. “Now, why were you routinely spying on Mrs. Poppyseed?"

Rick’s muzzle grew darker in tone, and he averted the sheriff’s gaze once more, his silence returning with a vengeance. Hitch noted the reaction, sensing there was more to this story.

"Rick," Hitch repeated gently, "If there's something you need to tell me, now's the time."

Rick clammed up, the blush on his cheeks almost speaking on his behalf. Hitch decided to switch tracks and pulled out a circular device he’d confiscated from Rick earlier.

"And what about this?" Hitch asked, holding the device up between them. "What is it?"

Rick's eyes widened momentarily before narrowing. "I’m not telling you what it is," he said, his voice taking on a hard edge. "But I will say this—I'm a scientist. A brilliant one at that."

Hitch raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A scientist, huh? So, you’re saying this is some sort of… scientific equipment which you’ve created?" Rick bit his lip to stop himself from elaborating.

Hitch put the device back on the table with his hand above it, while keeping his eyes on Rick. He kept his hand there, seeking to establish that it was no longer Rick’s property… at least as long as he was still kept for questioning.

"Alright, Rick, we'll come back to that. But for now, I'm here to listen. You're clearly smart, and you've got your reasons. You just need to help me understand them," Hitch sighed, putting the metallic circle back into the box from which he’d retrieved it.

The box also included a pair of binoculars, a convenient addition as they had enabled Hitch to approach the stalker unnoticed. However, the standout item in the collection was the small cloaking ring, a cutting-edge invention that was gaining traction in the criminal world.

Fortunately for the sheriff, Queen Haven, the main sponsor for this sheriff station's continued operation (now that Phyllis Cloverleaf’s company, Canterlogic, has been closed down), had provided him with a high-end counter-ring that allowed him to see through such deceptions.

He glanced down at the hand that was adorned with the slim silver ring, and then peered back into the box, where the larger golden circle sat separated from its owner.

“You know, the townsfolk will need me to explain the situation sooner or later. You disguising yourself as a unicorn of all beings sure did cause quite a commotion, especially since we’re still working on getting over our prejudices,” Hitch said, wanting to make it clear what chaos had been ignited by him fooling around.

His tone stung himself a little as he wasn’t a fan of being rough on youngsters like Rick. Yet he also knew the rules and that it was up to him, as the sole sheriff in all of Maretime Bay, to ensure the townsfolk’s continued security.

The nerd had no weapons on him that could cause harm, so he clearly wasn’t going about hurting anyone... at least from what he could tell, as the purpose of the circular device he’d confiscated was still a mystery to him.

Rick shifted uncomfortably in his chair but didn’t say anything more. Hitch knew this wasn’t going to be easy; no one's first time at the station in chains was. However, the sheriff was determined to get to the bottom of this.

He leaned back, giving Rick a moment to collect his thoughts, hoping that patience and understanding might open the door.

Minutes ticket by and Rick soon found himself stared down by the sheriff. The almost silent station around him didn’t provide any comfort, the lack of windows to the sunny outside nowhere while the large computer behind the law enforcer hummed.

The young scientist's mental walls finally seemed to crack as he shifted himself to sit more comfortably at the table, his green eyes growing more relaxed. “Alright, alright… I guess there’s no reason to make this any harder for myself.”

"Thank you for opening up, Rick," Hitch responded, his tone lighter now. "Let's talk about this device of yours. Can you tell me more about what it does?"

Rick hesitated, the blush returning as he took a deep breath, as if steeling himself to reveal a well-kept secret. "It’s... it's a portal," he began, voice tinged with excitement and uncertainty.

Yet his face presented other emotions, pride perhaps? "But not just any portal. It's designed to connect two beings on opposite ends in a way that fulfils their deepest desires."

Hitch raised an eyebrow. "Connect how? What kind of desires are we talking about here?"

"Imagine this: one end of the portal is with the stallion, and as it is activated a magical portal, a floating circle created by pure magic, then opens on the other end with the mare. Through my device, the stallion can provide her with exactly what she needs to feel alive and fulfilled. It's all about ensuring her happiness, meeting her needs in a new and revolutionary way."

Hitch mulled over Rick's words, trying to grasp the full extent of what his long equine ears were hearing, not that he was certain of his conclusions. The implications of such a device were staggering if he read the emotions on Rick’s face correctly, IF he read them correctly.

"So, this portal... is it for emotional fulfilment? Making sure the mare gets what she desires?"

Rick nodded eagerly. "Exactly! It's about understanding her on a deep level and giving her the experiences that will bring her the utmost joy and satisfaction in life. It's a way to bridge the gap between two beings, to ensure a connection that goes beyond the present."

The sheriff was officially lost, and so gave the youth before him the most neutral answer he could so as not to ruin his moment of joy.

“That indeed does sound quite like a visionary invention... but what does it have to do with Mrs. Poppyseed?”

The question lingered, the stallion across from Hitch having a hard time coming up with an answer. The apparent pride he had shown just moments prior evaporated before Hitch’s eyes as it was replaced with nervousness.

With his ears laid tightly against his head, Rick answered ever so softly with his own question. “I… um, are you aware of who Mrs. Poppyseed is?”

"Well, she’s an old lady who lives at the northern end of town near the coastline, she sells poppyseeds to farmers and gardeners. I’m not sure how that relates to you, though."

"W-well, she’s more than just a pony who sells seeds..."

The sheriff leaned back into his seat, and placed the notepad in his hand beneath the very edge of the table so that Rick wouldn’t have to worry about him taking notes.

“She was a scientist before she started selling seeds in Maretime Bay,” Rick started, his thumbs fiddling against each other as he leaned closer to the table.

“I’ve only ever heard stories about her from other ponies in my hometown, since I was born shortly after she left, but I can assure you that she was good friends with my mother.”

“So you admire her?”

“I guess you could say that.” The brown stallion’s ears swivelled about, the fluffy pair seeming unsure on what emotions to display.

Hitch at his end of the table could tell that Rick wasn’t telling the whole truth, as the blush on that muzzle of his wasn’t diminishing in the slightest.

“So from admiration alone you decided to create this revolutionary invention to make her… happy?” He tapped the pen in his hand against the box, the gesture and a raised eyebrow from the sheriff not lost on the young earth pony.

“Tell me the truth, Rick. I can see that your stubbornness is eating you up.”

He clenched his teeth and looked away from the larger stallions' piercing eyes, a grey spot on the wall more interesting to stare down. Just why did this damn sheriff have to be so insistent on prying into his personal business!

He could almost swear that the sound of his beating heart was deafening him, even though it was likely just his imagination playing tricks on him, he looked back and took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling gently.

“I… I might have a crush on her.”

“Crush,” he noted down the word without thinking, his mind barely registrering the meaning of the letters as they presented themselves to the sheriff on the notepad in his furry hand.

“...Crush, but she’s well into her seventies?”

“A-and so what, it’s the only age group I’ve ever known.” Ambers of passion were lit in his eyes, the young genius steadfast in his tastes it seemed.

Hitch of course asked what he meant with it being the only age group he’d ever known, and the answer… while longer than the sheriff had expected, was nonetheless an intriguing one.

Apparently the inventor before the muscular guardian of Maretime Bay had grown up in a secluded research village far up the coastline.

The ponies there were all old and not focused on having families, and so Rick and his family had been outliers, with the end result being a lone colt who’d never seen a mare below the age of sixty who he could remember.

Rick did add that his town’s population remained stable because of immigration, but that wasn’t something Hitch found to be important to the case at hand.

“You mean to tell me you never even met anyone your own age while growing up?”

The nod Hitch got was one that didn’t hold any second meaning to it, the fact of Rick’s upbringing having been told as is without any twists to the truth.

“I guess that explains a little.” He scratched his head as he thought the situation over.

Hitch couldn’t just leave Rick to his preferences; being a GILF hunter wasn’t quite what he thought to be a healthy lifestyle for such a young fella, and so he stared into nothingness as he thought of what he should do with the colt he’d put in handcuffs.

The silence was broken as Hitch stood up to lean himself over the table, the sheriff reaching out for Rick’s handcuffs.

Taken off guard, Rick wasn’t able to react as the sheriff fastened his hands and, in turn, his arms to the table. “Wh-why… Did I do something wrong?”

“Well… you didn’t do anything wrong, but I can't quite say the same when it comes to your parents.” He turned to look at the large screen on the wall, the confused sounding swivel of Rick’s ears accompanying the humming sound coming from the station's main computer.

He dragged his chair over to the large electronic machine, his head turning back to look at the brown earth pony. “You need a wake-up call, Rick, and I think I’ll have to go all out since none of the mares in our peaceful little ocean town has caught your attention as of yet.”

The restrained colt's tail flicked in frustration beneath the chair as he looked past the big sheriff and up at the massive flatscreen on the wall. To his confusion, the website name PonyGlimmer Live soon reflected in his eyes.

“You can’t keep living with the oldies, Rick. You gotta make sure to diversify your tastes a little,” Hitch’s voice called out as the law enforcers eyes were glued to the smaller screen before him, the standard sized computer hooked up to the large screen above.

“So what shall we try out first, you got a fur colour you really like, perhaps another age group you’ve been dying to check out, are you into stallions or mares… or are you more of an experimental colt and wanna check out what the other pony races got going?”

The ads on the website's frontpage left little to the imagination as to what website the larger stallion had opened up, and the excited law enforcers questions even less as to what tags he had to choose from.

“You’re crazy, there’s no way you’d actually—”

The mechanical clicking sound from the keyboard stopped him in his tracks as he watched the words "Earth Pony/Unicorn" being written out on the screen, followed ever so hastily by the inclusion of the age range twenty to thirty.

As his pleas fell on deaf ears, Rick was left with few choices, and so he called out, "Pegasus... at least change it to Pegasus."

Hitch's muzzle smiled at the smart colt’s outburst. He himself had included the earth pony tag because he wanted something nice and familiar to look at, but he could have sworn that if anything, Rick would’ve liked to watch some unicorns, as he thought their unique anatomy would be of interest to the, for lack of a better term, GILF-hunting super genius.

He deleted the words "Earth Pony/Unicorn" and replaced it with “Pegasus”, the sheriff opting to focus on fulfilling the scientist's tastes rather than his own, the smile on his muzzle growing as he finished writing down the tags for todays ‘adventure’.

Rick, at the end of the table, however, didn’t smile. The baffled earth pony tried to analyse the situation as he was caught off guard again and again. He thought of himself as a smart pony, so how was this law enforcer catching him off guard so frequently?

Perhaps it was the lack of shame the sheriff apparently was willing to feel, or, to Rick’s own fright, perhaps he himself was simply not well versed enough when it came to talking and chatting with ponies.

“Dangit, I’m probably a coltish fool in his eyes,” Rick mumbled.

Rick didn’t know what was the biggest shock upon Hitch hitting enter, the fact that the page was instantly filled with tens, if not hundreds, of pretty Pegasus mares in their twenties... or the fact that the stallion sitting at the front of the large computer had created an account and shamelessly worded his username as "Long-Dick-of-The-Law."

Hitch turned towards Rick without even looking at the selection of mares he’d searched up, the sheriff more interested in helping Rick face reality and seek out a younger mare for him to couple with.

“So, see anything you like?”

He had already seen most of the mares streaming before, as this wasn’t his first rodeo on the website. Most of them came from Zephyr Heights, from what he could tell, which wasn't much of a surprise since Pipp had piqued the interest of many there in doing live streaming, as well as it being the centre for such technological evolution.

The defiance in the smaller stallion's eyes was mixed with quite a bit of attraction, as they flickered back and forth across the large screen.

Rick did not think any of the mares on the large screen measured up to Mrs. Poppyseed’s old beauty, yet his body still reacted to the images before him.

Mares danced; some had their clothes on while others were naked, a spectacle the scientist had never seen before.

“I… Those two over there to the left seem pretty, the account with the username Open&Pink.”

Hitch followed the nerd's finger, the stallion relieved that his back was turned to the brown pony as his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Right there, at the top left of the big screen, were his friends Zipp and Pipp, the mares dressed in a swimsuit and bikini respectively.

“Are you okay?” Rick inquired, noticing the law enforcer's prolonged silence. The larger stallion seemingly in a trance as he admired the Pegasus mares on display.

The older stallion appeared not to hear his words, and in a moment of self-realisation, Rick began to wonder, “Is this how I appeared while admiring Mrs. Poppyseed?” he mumbled.

A shudder ran down his spine as he concluded that perhaps he had seemed at least a little like a stalker in the past few days.

Hitch, without realising it, moved the cursor up to the sisters window and clicked on it, and so the big screen filled up with their presence as he joined over five thousand other ponies in watching the pretty mares.

He didn’t say a word, and simply analysed the scene before him: The sisters were on what seemed to be a private beach, likely owned by Queen Haven.

Zipp wore a blue swimsuit—if one could call it that—which revealed her stomach, sides, and most of her back, with only a tiny bit of fabric connecting the top and bottom. Nonetheless, the swimsuit hugged her features to utter perfection, with her thighs and breasts wonderfully squeezed into place, creating an image that complemented her muscular and athletic build.

The colour was also a perfect choice in Hitch’s opinion, as it contrasted itself so wonderfully against her white fur and complemented her blue coloured hair, tail and feathers.

If Hitch compared Pipp to Zipp’s body, he’d have to say it was like looking at night and day. She was of course a head shorter than her sister, but the pink and fluffy mare had breasts large enough for Hitch to drown in and thighs big enough to get lost in if one wasn’t careful.

She was the most hourglass-curvy mare he knew, and the bikini she wore only enhanced her features as it matched her hair colour and lighter tones of pink fur.

The scene left him flabbergasted. How could they think of doing this? They had a reputation to uphold, and this was by far the most outrageous he could have ever thought possible for them to do... outside of publicly bucking before their mother—though that was a fantasy for another time, Hitch thought as he shook himself out of daydreaming.

The comment section was ablaze with tons of messages about their beauty, yet nobody so much as commented on the fact that they were two royals from Zephyr Heights.

His heart skipped a beat at the realisation, his amber eyes quickly scanning their bodies for the only possible salvation to their public image.

He let out a sigh of relief as he spotted them—two golden rings, one worn by each of the two Pegasus sisters. He looked down at his silver ring and started to slowly take it off; the scene on the screen quickly changed.

Their eye colours switched, with Zipp now having a pair of green eyes while her little sister's eyes turned blue. Zipp's white fur turned light red, while her short hair and long tail remained mostly the same, though they were now predominantly red with only her locks blue. Her pretty wings lost their white base and blue colour, and were now entirely red, the hue gradually fading and becoming lighter towards the tips of her feathers.

She was undeniably pretty... but not the Zipp Storm he had befriended and come to see as a part of his family… Platonically friends, of course, much like his relationships with Sunny, Pipp, and Izzy, though not as close as his relationship with his adopted son, Sparky

It was a facade to protect her reputation, and he could respect that.

Pipp, on the other hand, had mostly retained her fur complexion, which extended across her wings, though they were far less fluffy. Her complexion was lighter on her hands and hooves, growing blondish in colour. They matched and nicely complemented her lovely blonde hair, the curly locks blowing ever so softly in the warm beach breeze.

In all honesty, Hitch couldn’t help but think that Pipp Petals looked a lot more womanly and beautiful in her disguised form, as he normally viewed the princess as a childish version of her older sister… not that he’d ever tell her that, of course.

He battled with his thoughts for a second, then put the ring back on, deciding to be a little selfish as he wanted to admire them in their true forms.

The sound of rattling handcuffs brought him back to reality, his ears finally picking up on the talking colt behind him.

“Sheriff, have you gone deaf or something?” Rick said sarcastically, as the golden stallion had softly hummed without realising it.

“Could you turn on the sound? I’d like to hear what those beauties are saying,” the nerd spoke, finally catching Hitch’s attention.

Hitch looked up at the screen as he turned on the sound, and before he knew it, Zipp’s voice exited the speakers. “Floof , do you really think we should keep doing this? Their requests are growing quite cheesy.”

Rick’s heart skipped a beat as he heard the fit mare's angelic voice fill his head.

“Not again, Zwinger. We gotta keep going until we get the funds, remember? Mother is not gonna give us the budget to throw a party this time now that we’re adults.”

Hitch noted down the two cover-up names, a smile growing on his muzzle as the nicknames seemed quite in character for the two sisters.

Zipp's blush deepened as she continued dancing, and before long more tips poured in, with the viewers encouraging her to keep going. Her modest chest jiggled enticingly to the music selected by Pipp for their vibe session, the site making Hitch’s heart skip a beat.

From what Hitch could tell, Pipp and Zipp’s fur was damp, sweat running down their snouts as they partied on the sandy dunes while basking in the warm summer sun.

The presence of many water bottles and a cooling container made him calm down a bit, as his instinct to ensure the safety of ponies had momentarily kicked in.

Hitch dragged the comment section onto the smaller screen he had positioned at eye level, making the image above grow larger and more detailed. This annoyed the colt behind him, as he’d enjoyed watching the steady flow of tips.

"Wh-hey!” Rick shouted. “If you're gonna do that, then at least free me from this damn table so I can sit beside you and watch."

His plan hadn’t exactly gone as expected in terms of the mares he had wanted to show off to the GILF enthusiast, but he was glad that Rick was growing more fond of mares that were only slightly older than himself.

So, he decided to let down his guard a little, deeming that even a spoon would probably be more dangerous than this thin-looking young genius.

Rick dragged his chair over to sit next to the larger stallion, his handcuffs still on, but for now, the Maretime Bay ‘visitor’ decided he had other things to focus on, and so did not reach out for the keys that were dangling at Hitch’s hips.

“Could you expand that list? I’d like to see what their tipping setup looks like.”

Hitch smiled at the innocent tone present in the other colt’s voice, even though the bulge in the smaller equine’s pants suggested something much less innocent.

The list layout was relatively straightforward, featuring acts that were all quite safe and not overly vulgar. It was also concise compared to many other mare accounts Hitch had visited, with the list outlining the eight things one could pay for the sisters to do as follows:

1. Wink and Blow a Kiss - 50 Bits
2. Wiggle Ears Playfully - 100 Bits
3. Spin Around Beautifully - 250 Bits
4. Perform A Cute Dance - 500 Bits
5. Playfully Adjust Swimwear - 750 Bits
6. Show Off Behind - 1,000 Bits
7. Ahegao - 2,500 Bits
8. Twerk - 5,000 Bits

Though the restrictions on what Zipp and Pipp were willing to do according to their account didn’t seem to have registered with the thousands watching them, as the comment section became increasingly filled with erotic and vulgar suggestions from viewers (not that any of them seemed able to back up those suggestions with actual tips, Hitch noted), and so the blush on Zipp’s cheeks seemed quite justified.

She moved gracefully to the tune of the music, while her athletic and muscular physique jiggled ever so slightly, her swimsuit making sure to keep her below-average bust in place.

For once, Zipp was glad that she wasn’t as curvy as her little sister, as the lack of volume meant her body didn’t move too sexually for those ungrateful online viewers.

The rings helped ensure that she and Pipp weren’t caught selling themselves, but the lack of gratitude bothered her. The viewers commented that they were sexy and beautiful, but they weren’t really commenting on the royal sisters' true bodies; it was the fake bodies they had to disguise themselves in that were getting all of their praise.

Unknowingly to the sisters there was one viewer among those thousands of ponies who grew excited because of their actual appearance.

“So pretty…” Rick mumbled, his pants growing tighter as his desire made itself known.

“You can say that again,” Hitch agreed, his own pants barely containing the excitement growing beneath his work clothes.

The fun was indeed just beginning.