Princess Stream, a Sheriff's Dream

They sat in silence for a few minutes, their arousal increasing in tune with Zipp's extra effort in moving her hips while also keeping her rump covered by her tail, as seeing her behind was reserved for when someone had the bits to pay for it.

She did the same with her wings, the Pegasus heiress doing her best to remain decent while performing a suggestive dance she and Pipp had cooked up on the fly.

Rick found himself torn between longtime love and newfound desire, unable to shake the feeling that his affection for Mrs. Poppyseed, a mare he’d admired but never actually talked to, grew weaker as he faced the allure of the mares on screen.

“Do you… um, would it perhaps be okay if we made a tip of our own?” Rick asked as Zipp took a break from moving about, the bottom of her damp hooves and legs covered in sand.

The sight of Zipp drinking while sweat ran down her toned body was highly enticing for both stallions, with the sound of Hitch’s work pants straining to keep his monster down making the smaller stallion’s ears swivel towards where the sheriff sat.

Hitch’s ears twitched as he processed what was going on. Hearing the young colt ask for more had indeed been part of his sudden plan; he just hadn’t quite prepared himself mentally for the fact that those mares would be his actual friends.

“S-sure, what shall we choose from the list?”

“Is there a max on what I can request? Like, how many bits are in this account?”

The question made Hitch chuckle past his embarrassment, his eyes not even moving to look at the one who’d asked him as the cursor moved up and clicked on the account window.

“How… where did you get that many bits?”

“Queen Haven of Zephyr Heights gives me quite a large budget to work with, though I never use it all as there isn’t that much crime in this area.” Hitch shrugged, finding himself grateful for having grown up in such a peaceful town like Maretime Bay.

“Most of the time, the station donates a large portion of it to charity at the end of the month, or I upload it here when I want to have a little fun.”

A shiver ran down the law enforcers spine at his own answer; admitting to being a pony who enjoyed these sorts of displays wasn’t exactly honourable, especially since he was a public figure who knew tons of ponies, and therefore could recognize a few of their ponies that were streaming on PonyGlimmer Live.

“Zwinger, come over here, there’s a user who wants us to adjust our swimsuits,” Pipp called out, the older equine having been in the midst of relaxing with her two hooves submerged in a bucket, which they’d filled up with ocean aqua.

Zipp, having gotten tired from dancing for who knows how long, had been allowed to rest after Pipp took it upon herself to handle the tips.

The white Pegasus lifted herself from the blanket on which she’d almost fallen asleep, the sound of coastal birds having brought her to the brink of rest as her hooves had been cooling down in the cold sea water.

“Which one?” Zipp asked, her eyes scanning their small streaming setup. The camera stood on a tripod, and off to the side was a laptop where they—or rather Pipp—could manage all sorts of other technical streamer tasks.

“This one, the one named Long-Dick-of-The-Law,” Pipp pointed a finger at the yellow bar on the screen. The username was indeed real, and it was accompanied by the amount Hitch and Rick had donated and a short message detailing what they’d tipped for them to do.

"Long-Dick-of-The-Law donated 1.500 Bits: Hey gorgeous gals, mind giving us a little sizzle by adjusting those swimsuits? You’re making the sun jealous with all that shine!"

The text almost made Rick cringe, but he wasn’t about to question the sheriff’s actions. He was, after all, still handcuffed and under the law enforcer's watchful eye.

“A new top donor, and a cheesy one at that,” Zipp playfully noted. “Thanks for the big tip, Mr. Long-Dick-of-The-Law. I was waiting for someone to help me adjust this thing.” She gave a fake wink to the camera and took a few steps back to stand next to her sister.

With a playful giggle, Pipp and Zipp looked each other over, both becoming more than a little shy as they became aware of the task ahead of them.

Their swimsuits, after all the dancing, had shifted and dug into places they didn't want to show off, especially down below for Zipp and up top for Pipp.

Pipp started first, and adjusted her top which had ridden up a bit too high, the weight of her hefty melons having exposed most of her underboobs. She tugged it down, making sure it sat comfortably over her curves once more.

Then, she subtly lifted her bottoms, giving her waistband a slight tug to reposition it more smoothly over her hefty hips. The fabric in turn gave a tantalising snap as she let the attire fall into place on her curvy flesh.

Zipp bit her lip in response to her sister's shameless display, well aware that she’d have to also perform such an act, likely something even more humiliating than what Pipp had done as her swimsuit was a bit more tricky.

Yet there was also something else mixed in with the shame, as a tiny bit of lust had built up during this bonding session with her younger siblings.

"Ta-da, all done!" the petite little sister announced, giving the viewers a complete tour of how the bikini had been adjusted. She spun cutely on one leg, her hoof pressing into the warm sand as her movements exuded a flirtatious charm for the viewers to enjoy.

“Pi—Floof! They are supposed to tip us. You can't just spin without them giving something in return first," Zipp scolded, almost slipping up by mentioning Pipp’s real name in frustration.

Despite the sisters' brief disagreement, the comment section quickly filled with small tips and messages from viewers appreciating Floof's generosity.

"Don't always stick to the rules, live a little... it's your turn," Pipp winked before leaving.

She decided it was time for a break, and so headed off to grab some water to cool down as she was starting to overheat, and not just due to the scorching midday sun that was bombarding them and their mothers private beach.

On the sheriff’s end, Hitch and Rick were revelling in their own body warmth, their biology straining the two sets of pants in order to get their members to full mast as they watched Pipp have fun on the large flatscreen.

"It's that kind of website... so it wouldn't be that crazy if we both, you know," the nerd spoke in a hushed tone, barely above a whisper.

Hitch's eyes shifted between the two tents they had unconsciously created.

He didn't swing that way but also understood that they were experiencing discomfort due to the tightness of their pants… and it wasn’t like being out and about was that bad, Hitch noted, comparing it to the likes of being on a nude beach with one's homies.

He uncuffed the scientist and set the restrictive device aside before locking eyes with him once more, the brown earth pony's large green eyes meeting his amber ones.

Hitch was relieved that he had locked the room's door at that moment, as two very sizable erections sprang to life from their groynes.

"Sheriff, you're huge!" Rick blurted out, his gaze fixed on the massive monster.

"It's not that big. You're a respectable size as well."

Rick was indeed a bit above average in proportions, but Hitch’s stallionhood towered over it. In comparison, Rick seemed small, unable to match the imposing masculinity of the substantial shaft between Hitch's legs.

It did make Rick feel a bit insecure, but as an inventor and smart earth pony, he wasn't going to let something so trivial damage his self-worth. He refocused his attention onto the screen, this time with both hands on his member as he wanted to fully enjoy the mares on display.

Hitch followed suit, and was relieved that he did as Zipp had begun to adjust her snug, blue swimsuit, the thing only a pair of scissors and twenty seconds away from becoming a bikini.

He took a deep breath, leaned back into his chair, and let both of his big hands wander up to what Sunny had occasionally in the past (while they had been young and curious) referred to as a weapon for all mare’s to either fear or adore.

The sheriff chuckled at the memory of teasing Sunny when they were younger. The mare would always roll her eyes at his comments about him constantly carrying a gun and, of course, being fully loaded.

He ripped himself out of the memory as Zipp raised her arms towards her chest. Zipp wasn’t used to dealing with fashion, so had been horrified earlier when she’d figured out that her nipples, when erect, showed themselves effortlessly through the fabric.

“Stupid designer swimsuit, I should’ve chosen one with thicker fabric!” Zipp whispered past her gritted teeth, as she wiggled her fingers under the top part, her hands reaching in to see if they could somehow lay down and hide her aroused body.

A silence filled the beach and the comment section as everybody watched on in awe at what Zipp was doing, the mare effectively fondling her tits live on stream.

One of Pipp’s hands had a mind of its own as it sneaked its way closer to the damp spot between her thick legs, her teardrop shaped pussy winking at the hot mare before her.

She should have been disgusted at feeling such emotions towards her sister… but they both had a ring on, so neither could actually see their actual sister at that moment. An involuntary (and luckily quiet) moan escaped Pipp’s lips as her middle finger grazed the swollen clit between her legs as it said hello during an equine wink.

Rick, unable to believe his luck, had to ask. “Did we… is this our doing?”

Hitch’s hands worked themselves slowly up and down his meat, in hopes of trying to match Zipp’s ‘massaging’ movements. “I, I think so.”

Zipp, in a fit of frustration, attempted to pull more fabric to her chest to conceal her arousal. However, the swimsuit dug fiercely into her intimate area below, highlighting the outline of her equine teardrop, her cameltoe clear for Pipp and all the viewers to see.

This sight caused Hitch, Pipp, and Rick's hearts to skip a beat at Zipp's undeniable allure, especially Hitch as he bore witness to the real princess' heiress' body.

“Buck!” Zipp exclaimed, her hands diving down to unhook the swimsuit. She pulled the thing directly down, the move making her cleavage appear bigger and, to the princesses own fright and everybody's delight, it stretched more than expected, her pussy momentarily exposed fully for Pipp and partially for the viewers.

“EEP!” The mare-like scream echoed through the microphone, the embarrassed royal falling to her knees as her hands shot down to cover up her shame.

Pipp’s legs closed in around her hand as a jolt of pleasure shot through her, while on the two stallions ends they couldn’t help but tightly clench both hands around their flares as the sight almost sent both of them over the edge, the sight of her pink marehood simply that beautiful, the thing not even comparable to the regular Pegasus mares Hitch normally watched.

For a moment Hitch wanted to spring out of his chair and go help his friend in need, but to the stallion’s own astonishment Rick reached out a hand and started writing up another tip.

Their eyes met shortly, a sort of silent agreement passing between them as they wrote up what they wanted for the mares to do next, even if Hitch struggled against his own morals.

"Long-Dick-of-The-Law donated 2.000 Bits: How about a little show for the viewers, ladies? Stand up, flaunt those curves, and give us a peek at those swimsuit-covered rumps!"

Hitch bit his lip as he watched Pipp approach her humiliated sister, the younger mare going down onto her knees to help Zipp back up.

The two whispered something to each other which he couldn’t hear, but the angry look in the alabaster mare’s blue eyes was no joke, she wasn’t at all happy about having been tipped to flaunt her rump after that shameful mistake.

“Sorry,” he whispered as he felt a twinge of sadness within him, his heart sinking from its previous state of happiness as he had in his own fit of excitement made Zipp unhappy.

To his own surprise, the mare stood back up, and tossed her hair back into place, her tom-coltish appearance restored and prepared for whatever lay ahead.

“Don’t give them that look, Zwinger, wasn’t it you of all ponies who said to wait until they paid for the service?” Pipp teased her taller sister, the ears on top of the athletic Pegasus’ head swivelling about wildly as she wanted to be mad, sad and embarrassed at the same time.

“Bucking smartass, why do you always have to be right at the worst possible times.” She gave her sisters shoulders a small shake as they locked eyes, green and blue looking into one another, though in reverse as to what they normally did.

They twisted their bodies around, pretty hooves digging into the warm sand as they directed their attention onto the quiet ocean while their backsides faced the camera.

“I hope you’re ready folks, because this isn’t an angle many have ever been lucky enough to see,” Pipp sang over her shoulder, the mare giving the camera a wink before she bent over completely, and raised her tail, wet cameltoe now the viewers focus point.

“By the bucking gods, she’s so sexy!” Rick spoke with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his hands working themselves feverishly up and down his stallionhood.

The sheriff tried to keep his eyes off of the pink mare, his amber orbs finding it easy as they got lost in Zipp’s smaller rump instead.

He had seen her before in a swimsuit, but somehow he found this view to be otherworldly compared to what he normally thought of her when they were on the beach.

Hitch found himself imagining his own muzzle nestled between those small and muscular cloud-coloured thighs. The fantasy of Zipp Storm using her tight behind to bury his face causing precum to flow down his veiny shaft.

His breathing grew deeper as he lost awareness of his surroundings, all focus on staring at the pretty mare. He didn’t even register Rick leaning past him towards the keyboard, the sound of clicking keys toned out as he focused on the music coming from the many speakers that were attached to the flatscreen and computer.

"Long-Dick-of-The-Law donated 5.000 Bits: Let's turn up the heat, Floof! Show us what you've got and twerk that gorgeous behind for your enthusiastic audience.”

The loud ding of a big tip being made jolted Hitch out of his trance and prompted the mares to stop bending over. He glanced over at the shorter stallion, a hint of simmering anger in his eyes as the captivating sight was abruptly interrupted.

“Thanks for the big tip, Long-Dick-of-The-Law. Looks like we've got ourselves a huge fan, Zwinger,” Her giggles sounded angelic as she gently moved her sister aside to take the spotlight. Pipp bent over again, but now with her legs spread wider apart.

Zipp breathed a sigh of relief as she exited the camera's view, her heart beating fast as she examined herself. Her nipples remained firm, and her slit below gave a sudden wink as she noticed her sister's rump starting to shake—or rather, the moving posterior of the disguised body Pipp was inhabiting.

Her feminine hand grazed along her thigh, the digits seeking to satisfy the burning desire building within her virgin love cave. She bit her lower lip, almost drawing blood, feeling frustrated by the unexpected attraction growing towards the mare before her.

She and Pipp swung both ways, one almost had to due to the lack of suitors their mother and Queen allowed near them, and while Pipp had her best friend Jazz Hooves to play around with, Zipp had no one.

As the heiress of Zephyr Heights, she needed to remain pure for the sake of a potential future mate, yet Zipp desired a stallion, the wet marks on her swimsuit more than just a result of the sun's burning heat.

At that moment Zipp was willing to jump any stallion. Alas, the private beach was quite the distance away from even the nearest village, and so also the nearest stallionhood.

The distinct sound of Pipp’s hefty behind swinging about could be heard over the speakers, her flesh colliding together to create a hypnotic rhythm to accompany the great view.

Sheriff Hitch edged himself to the sight, the stud too proud and stubborn to spill seed early.

Rick on the other hand let himself go, his head flying back in tune with his flare expanding to its full size, the thing just about nearing Hitch’s normal girth.

“B-buck! Shake that juicy rump you angelic mare,” the nerd spoke, his teeth clenched shut as spurt after spurt of horse cum exited that virgin body of his. The embarrassing words he spoke never registered themselves within his mind, as it was drawing in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of his life.

The scientist wanted to imagine himself seeding Mrs. Poppyseed, but his instincts told him no, and guided him to think of scenes involving him making a proper family for himself with one of the much younger mares on screen.

Hitch looked on as the brown pony next to him covered the floor in sticky seed. A nerve was showing itself on his forehead, the large stallion angry that this outsider had gone and ruined such a perfect moment, even if it’d been the plan to help him like this.

He looked down at the keyboard and took a deep breath, resolve and personal desires coming to the forefront as he thought it his turn to play with his friends.

"Long-Dick-of-The-Law: How many bits to see you two lovely Pegasus mares drop your swimsuits and reveal yourselves to us? Ready to tip big for the ultimate show!"

Zipp’s nose flared and her breathing became erratic. She thought it over for a minute, considering her sister's twerking session a gift since she didn't have to rush.

Two of her fingers pressed themselves against her slit as she pondered. By a rotten apple, she wasn't in the mood to hold herself back. Her desires were building, and the viewers' obliviousness to her and her sister's true beauty and heritage gave her courage.

Buck it, if their royal images weren’t at stake, then there’d be no shame in letting go.

“What a naughty law enforcer we’ve got in the comment section, folks,” Zipp said as she turned down the music with a finger. “Looks like mister long dick wants us to strip, Floof. What do you say, how much for two naked mares?”

Zipp walked over to her sis with a model-like sway to her hips, and placed both arms around her shorter sibling's shoulders as she lifted her from her bent over position, their bodies now pressed tightly against one another.

Pipp’s blush was one of initial innocence, having been caught off guard by her sister's closeness, but it grew more hungry as she figured out what Zipp was up to.

Pipp gave her sister's flank a teasing spank and directed her pretty eyes toward the camera.

“Long-Dick-of-The-Law, just for you, we’ll both undress for ten thousand bits.”