Princess Stream, a Sheriff's Dream

The sum of bits would have been ludicrous for any viewer to fully fulfil, yet without a second thought, the two stallions at the sheriff station sent the money, the loud ding sending Pipp and Zipp’s ears sky-high, and the mares let out happy squeals of glee.

Tails swished from side to side while their wings fluttered. They tried to hide their excitement, but the two sets of wing-boners made themselves known regardless, with their happy hoof movements creating a dusty mess around their legs.

It would be the most whore-like thing they had ever done up to that point. Would they come to regret it later in life? Probably not. Would they both leap at the chance to explore a new way for them to have fun now that the rings were disguising them? Absolutely.

Pipp’s pink fingers grazed the blue fabric between her sister's fiery hot thunder thighs, while Zipp’s white fingers did the same for her. Their equine teardrops made both fur and swimsuit wet as a river of liquid love streamed out, accompanied by deep, sexy moans from both.

Pipp was brought out of her lustful mindset when Zipp pinched her clit mid-wink, the older Pegasus giving her a playful wink before distancing herself from her lush body.

The viewers hadn’t paid for it, but she nonetheless decided to go for a striptease, opting to follow her sister's words and break the rules for once in her life.

Rick felt his member twitch in response to Zwinger pulling the swimsuit off of her shoulders. The sight, while not inherently erotic, was a teasing glimpse into what was to come.

"Long-Dick-of-The-Law donated 1.000 bits: Ladies, let's see you perform a sexy dance while you reward us with the honour of seeing those gorgeous bodies of yours.”

Pipp wasn’t far behind her sister, but the head start Zipp had gotten didn’t matter much since she had an easier time getting undressed.

She pinched two fingers to the small bow on her back, gave it a tug, and off came the bra, the thing falling clumsily to the ground.

Hitch had to bite his lip hard, the pain preventing him from cumming buckets right then and there. Pipp’s nipples were inverted, the first of such a sort he’d witnessed on this streaming site, her massive areolae perfectly matching her tits.

The stallion found himself at a loss for words as he checked out one of his close friends like she was a cheap piece of meat for him to devour, the breeding stallion within him making his two huge nuts speak on behalf of his brain.

He wouldn’t have minded if Pipp noticed him as well, Hitch thought, the mental image of her long equine tongue all over his large piece of stud meat making him salivate as he wondered how devoted she’d be to satisfying him.

“S-shit!” the large sheriff stud grunted, his hands digging into the armrests as every vein in his body bulged. His tip stood fully flared, with half a spurt of seed dripping down his meaty member as he saw Zipp’s swimsuit drop all the way off and onto the white sand.

The mare he had a cru—viewed as a friend, was now standing fully naked on the flatscreen above. Her pink teardrop slit was flawless, likely untouched, but what almost made him cum wasn't her slit, but rather the nipples on her small breasts.

They were massive, barely fitting with her chest size. If he’d not known better, he would have thought that Zipp Storm was breastfeeding foals in her free time.

The pink nubs made Hitch salivate further as he imagined latching his long tongue onto them, giving her petite bust the pleasure and attention they deserved.

He tightened his grip on the armrests and focused on calming his beating heart as the scene he was imagining unfolded fully in his mind. The thought of her small Pegasus form beneath his large body sent shivers up his spine, the stallion shivering in response to the mental image of Zipp grinding her muzzle against his golden pubic hair.

“Sis, what do you say we edge these desperate ponies a bit more,” Pipp whispered, the younger sister twitching her wings and tail in response to Zipp’s raised eyebrow.

Grumpy outbursts came from Rick and Hitch upon seeing the two mares' wings unfold, the mares extending them to cover each other as they touched one another. Or at least, that was what Hitch concluded, as the angle from the princesses' camera didn’t reveal much.

“What a pair of teasing mare’s!” Rick spoke with his nose flared, the dick between his legs jutting at half mast as it fought to get back up.

The scene reminded the nerdy earth pony of his time in his hometown, specifically those pesky moments when the other inventors covered up their research—the older ponies insisting that things should only be revealed once they were done... which was rare.

Zipp felt her sister's curves, the flesh soft and inviting as her digits sank into Pipp’s plentiful flanks and sizable chest. Each traced a thumb against their sibling's teardrop, both thinking the one before them a stranger, even though they knew who was behind the disguise.

The family elements were there, though neither felt like they were playing the roles of royal siblings. Rather, this was a roleplay, with them acting as a pair of common-born sisters.

“So pretty… I could eat you up,” Zipp whispered, her left hand mapping out the shape of the blonde haired mare’s chin, it ending up on her pink cheek, those curls flowing over her white arm as she leaned in closer to her sister.

The movement crawled to a halt as a finger dug itself into her virgin slit, eyes bulging before a wet finger was put into Zipp’s mouth.

“Such a hungry princess.” Pipp’s voice dripped with lust as she looked up into her big sister's green eyes, Zipp’s disguised eyes trembling as she licked up her own love juices.

Their foreplay ceased as a ding sounded from the computer.

"Long-Dick-of-The-Law donated 500 bits: Sisters, show us a beautiful spin without your wings and tails getting in the way. Let's see those lovely curves in all their glory!"

Pipp raised herself up, her mouth leaning as close as possible to her tall sister's long ears, the fiery red pair protruding from her short hair. “I hope the treat tasted good.”

The subsequent wink from Pipp made the alabaster mare’s slit quiver, her breath growing deep in response to the younger princess's touch. The shorter mare stepped back a few paces, folded her wings, and dug her hooves into the warm sand.

Her long, golden locks swung captivatingly to the music, mesmerising the stallions at the sheriff station along with thousands of viewers. The melons on her chest lifted from their relaxed position, heavy enough to move like weapons, in Hitch’s opinion.

Pipp’s thighs jiggled as she stopped spinning, the momentum they’d gained making it almost seem as if she was twerking again.

“Your turn, Zwinger.” Pipp exited the camera's angle, leaving her big sis to it as she went over to get some water, the taste of salty sweat evident on her lips and in her sticky fur, the taste, while not bad, definitely wasn’t something she was used to as she was a royal mare.

Rick didn’t think Zwinger had much to offer compared to Floof, but the pose the taller mare struck nevertheless captivated him. She raised her arms above her head and spun around slowly, giving the viewers more time to appreciate her beauty and royal form—not that anyone but Hitch would ever know about the last part, of course.

“By the moon I wanna buck her,” Hitch said.

The statement prompted Rick to look back and forth between the see through box containing his belongings and the keyboard in front of Hitch. The sheriff didn't even try to stop the nerdy stalker as he leaned past him, the larger stallion’s erection rubbing against the brown earth pony’s side, an act seemingly unnoticed by Maretime Bay’s visitor.

"Long-Dick-of-The-Law: Is there a chance for a private chat with the lovely ladies? And how much for the sisters to play together and make the temperature rise even more?”

Pipp looked baffled and whispered, “By the moon, am I this lucky?”

Long-Dick-of-The-Law was promptly added to a secondary chat before Rick could even get his rump back into his warm seat.

The voice of Floof emanated from the speakers, it drew the smaller stallion's full attention to the expensive flatscreen, where he noted that the pink Pegasus mare was absent. Only the red-furred, tomcolt-like mare was present.

Zipp jumped out of the frame and towards her sister, the younger mare managing to open up the computer camera for Long-Dick-of-The-Law before she was pushed away from the thing.

The older Pegasus princess spoke as if she was short of breath, her sultry voice oozing with seductiveness as she looked into the private camera. “Te-ten thousand, and we’ll do it!”

Rick would have sent the tip if it hadn’t been for Hitch, the large enforcer of the law blocking him with a large hand to the face. The brown earth pony was held in place with brute force as Hitch wasn’t joking around, the large stallion opting to send the bits himself.

“Sit your rump down, colt. I ain’t letting you start the fun.”

He flared his nostrils at Rick and shoved him back into his seat, the sound of the big tip going through crumbling any complaint Rick could’ve had as it was too late.

The big sheriff’s quite unprofessional tone made the scientist pout as he crossed his arms, his stallionhood withering slightly under Hitch’s dominance.

The idea of bucking within the family would’ve likely put off both sisters on any normal day, but this wasn’t any normal day. Today they had deception rings on, with neither equine fully grasping who was before them, so their desires flowed freely.

No words were shared between them, instead they both grabbed a towel and spread the things before their mounted camera. They set up the scene and before the viewers could believe it both mares were on their knees and looking into each other's eyes.

Pipp's voice quivered with timidity as she asked, "Is there anything you'd prefer to try first?"

Privately, the mare took the lead in erotic conversations like these, mainly because of her extensive experience with other mares—experience which Pipp had Jazz to thank for.

“What about starting with a basic kiss?”

“Sounds good to me!” Their first kiss was as standard as could be, with no tongue or special technique used, yet it was tender and filled with energy, leaving both sisters craving more.

"I hope you don’t mind, but I'm getting a bit hungry myself." Pipp tasted her sister on her tongue, the sensation leaving her with a craving for more of the fiery red mare’s body.

The befuddled look Zipp gave was replaced with surprise as Pipp put the tall mare on her back, wings massaged into the towel below, and legs spread wide as Pipp kissed her way down the fit mare's front.

“Pi-Floof, by the sun, this feels good!” Her outburst made Pipp’s instincts react with vigour as the curvy royal latched herself onto one of those large nipples before her.

The heiress felt Floof's tongue playfully suck on her puffy nipples, the thick tongue lapping at her feminine anatomy like a foal. Additionally, there was spaced-out squeezing as the pink mare gave her sister's less-endowed chest the attention it needed.

“So firm,” Pipp spoke, giving the small hills one last squeeze before moving lower, her lips placing loving touches along Zipp’s muscular stomach until she reached her desired target—the tight slit and the juices she had fed Zipp not long ago.

“May I?” Pipp asked, her body lifting itself to lay on Zipp’s belly.

She gave her little sister a small nod of consent, excitement and nervousness making her freeze up as she watched those big tits drag across her form; the pair disappearing as her focus was now completely on Pipp’s head.

“By the moon!” She tilted her head back in surprise as she felt Pipp’s broad equine tongue engulf her hot sex, the thing licking up love juices that had been flowing from her.

“Mmmm, that’s it, Zwinger… moan for me.” With a focus on what Jazz normally liked and responded to, Pipp directed her attention to Zipp’s clit, the swollen nub large enough to reveal itself even when her sister wasn’t winking.

“Sis, you taste heavenly!” the blonde Pegasus spoke, tongue delving deeper into the virgin marehood, the cave squeezing itself tightly around the intruder.

Hitch couldn't help but envy the playful mare, the thought of indulging in Zipp’s royal form making his impressive shaft twitch, the sound of it hitting against his stomach echoing throughout the room together with the floppy sounds of Rick stroking his half mast.

“AHH!” Zipp grabbed her sister's pink ears and pressed that pretty snout into her groyne, the sensation of Pipp inserting a finger enough to send her into an orgasmic wave of bliss.

“B-buck, keep going, Floof!”

The experience made her see stars across the clear blue summer sky, with the sound of birds and steady waves crashing against the beach momentarily causing her to lose her bearing and along with it her consciousness.

Seeing the vulnerable state Zipp was in, Pipp couldn’t help but seize the opportunity. “Did that feel good, Zwinger?” the busty mare teased, giving a playful spank to Zipp’s cutie mark.

With a pout on her drowsy face, Zipp launched herself at the heavier equine, her muscular build quickly overpowering Pipp as she successfully got her placed onto her back, the two now positioned in a sixty-nine position with Zipp on top.

“So pretty, what a treat,” the heiress spoke, tongue licking her lips as she admired the meaty pussy before her. The taste of salty sweat mixed with the aroma of her little sis' not-so-virgin slit, which looked delicious—not as delicious as a stallionhood, but still delicious.

“Hope I taste as good as you do.”

The sultry comment from behind Zioo’s athletic rump, caused her impressive wings to fully extend and softly twitch in excitement for Pipp and the many viewers to admire.

Zipp was used to her sibling being energetic and outspoken, but she wasn’t quite used to this sort of teasing, her shivering body a testament to that.

“Bon appétit,” and with those words Zipp dug into the teardrop pussy like a true virgin. Every move the embodiment of the word unrefined, though Pipp couldn’t help but love every touch as Zwinger’s passion more than made up for her lack of skill.

“Mmmm, cotton candy,” Zipp hummed against the busty mare's teardrop as she finally got to lose her innocence by tasting another mare’s sweet slit.

The vibrations sent a shiver up Floof’s spine. She tried to fight back against her older sibling, but the equine above seemed unfazed by this, leaving Pipp to quiver in defeat as her orgasm approached. “Z-Zwinger… I’m getting close!”

A tear ran down her chin as she squeezed her eyes shut, her body becoming overstimulated and sweaty in response to her big sis's continuous onslaught.

Zipp was no Jazz; however, the live streaming had backed her up tremendously, a moment made worse by the fact that Pipp had been planning on visiting her best friend that evening.

She heard Floof’s pleas for mercy but found no desire to yield, the pink beauty that tasty.

“AGH!”

The stallions back at the sheriff station were enveloped in their own musky scent as they heard Pipp’s orgasmic voice cry out over the speakers, their muzzles engulfed with silly smiles of happiness as they enjoyed the scene they’d paid for.

Hitch could barely touch his stallionhood without bringing himself close to release, while Rick vigorously masturbated, his equine shaft unable to fully harden for round two.

The afterglow that followed was a gift in Hitch's eyes as the breather helped lower the sensitive state he found himself in. A breather which many viewers saw as the end, as thousands of viewers decided to leave.

The sheriff felt pleased, to know that most of the viewers' desires had been fulfilled without them ever becoming the wiser of who those two pretty mares were was a relief.

Although there were still many ponies viewing the two mares, it now felt much more private—or at least that's how Hitch viewed it as he pondered what to do next.

His amber eyes turned towards the struggling stallion next to him, the brown pony finding it infuriating that his cooldown had been prolonged due to his own enthusiasm in getting his meat back up to hardness.

The frustration was fair, as Hitch couldn’t blame Rick for trying; it was a common mistake virgin equines made. After all, ponies weren’t made for long sessions of lovemaking.

His own stallionhood was a good testament to that current and historical fact, as it pulsed with the need for release, the only thing holding back the imminent spurting of seed being Hitch and his ability to not stroke himself further.

Their eyes met, and with an embarrassed blush, Rick stopped stroking himself and scratched his neck fur, internally admitting that he must have looked silly.

In his moment of unaroused thinking, Rick looked around the big room, his eyes once more landing on the box on the interrogation table, and more specifically, the keys to the door that had been locked and his invention within.

His eyes darted between it and Hitch's impressive stallionhood. His nerdy mind connected the dots before him and formulated a plan that would make Hitch the happiest stallion in town… and might also get him out of this mess if he was lucky.

“You said you wanted to buck Zwinger, right?”

Hitch looked slightly befuddled by the smaller stallion's question but answered truthfully nonetheless—what kind of sheriff would he be if he didn’t. “Y-yes, she’s pretty after all.”

“What if I told you I could make such a scenario a reality?”

Hitch's raised eyebrow did not go unnoticed. Rick had suspected much earlier that the sheriff had lied about knowing what the device did anyway, so wasn’t offended in the slightest.

He stood up and walked over to the table on which the box was placed, his arm movements slow as he retrieved the device cautiously, not wanting to appear as if he was drawing a weapon on the intimidating sheriff.

"I told you this device is a portal, and that it helps connect equines through it… well, since it’s oval shaped, why not stick through, you know." Rick nodded his head in the direction of that impressive pink stallionhood, the law enforcer's head jutting back and forth as it seemed like he finally connected the dots as to what the device was for.

“B-but I thought it was for holding hands, or transporting goods… O-or kissing!"

Rick rolled his eyes at the older stallion's innocence, deciding not to complain. Knowing that the sheriff hadn’t thought him a dirty bastard actually calmed him a bit.

He placed the circular machine next to the keyboard before sitting himself back down. "You activate it and imagine where the other end should pop up. In this case, it would be on that beach, right next to their PC."

“But, wouldn’t they freak out?”

Rick had considered it a logical outcome; it was one of the main reasons why he’d followed Mrs. Poppyseed around from the shadows. He thought he needed to wait for the best moment or risk losing his chance at intimacy with the old scientist.

"We'll just explain it to them, of course, present the offer, and if they say yes, then you slowly insert yourself through the device."

The plan was easy enough to say, but executing it was quite a different challenge. Hitch's ears flattened against his head; the sheriff unsure and more than a bit scared of showing himself like that to some of his closest friends.

"Don't give me that look, Sheriff; you've got nothing to be ashamed of," Rick commented, sounding awkward as the brown pony prepared to test his device.

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I guess,” and with that, the two stallions redirected their attention back to the mostly silent comment section on the computer.

The ding from the mares private chat interrupted their cuddling session, alerting the two Pegasus mares that they had left their entire audience hanging while they’d been softly licking each other clean—which unfortunately only caused a bigger mess

On their small screen was a strange message from their top donor, the words making little sense to them as they tried to determine what Mr. Long-Dick-of-The-Law meant with his cheesy words about offering them release using a… portal?

“A portal… does something like that even exist?” Zipp spoke.

They were familiar with comic books and stories of superpowered ponies with such abilities, but for some random internet user to claim they had such a device made Zipp chuckle softly. The red mare rolled her eyes at the delusions that existed on the internet.

Pipp, not liking her older sister's more grown-up tone, nudged the taller mare aside and used her feminine fingers to type out a playful message. The royal hoped that this pony was indeed speaking the truth, the ideas within her mind making her slit wink.

“Open&Pink: Oh really, if you're so clever, prove it. Make the portal appear in my hand.”

“Long-Dick-of-The-Law: Just a moment, ladies, and a meaty stallionhood will be before you in all of its mighty glory! Ready to make both of you the happiest mares in Equestria!”

Rick attempted to mimic his and Rick’s earlier texting style, though found it a bit forced now that he was addressing the pretty Pegasus beauties directly.

"So how does this work exactly?" Hitch demanded, watching as the pony he'd apprehended fiddle with the circular object.

"One moment and I’ll—aha, there we go." The object in his hand lit up, and soon Hitch could see magic filling the space within, forming what looked like a maelstrom to him.

“This is safe, right?”

“I wouldn’t be risking you trying it out if it wasn’t, now would I?”

Hitch might have been the first test subject besides Rick himself to try out his invention, but he was certain it was one hundred percent functional. However, the size difference between their respective sets of stallionhoods did raise doubts.

He leaned over, arms reaching out to reach Hitch’s flare. The movement seized momentum as Hitch grabbed the thin colt’s wrists. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

"Putting it on, of course. Or would you like to take your chances by putting it on yourself?"

The threat to Hitch’s genitals had the desired effect, and the grip on his frail wrists loosened, allowing the scientist's green eyes to refocus on the task ahead.

His nose flared up at the smell, the heavy musk emanating from the sheriff’s body a mix of sexual aroma and sweat, brought on by the summer heat.

The scents mingled with the cum and pre that covered Hitch’s lubricated dick, with traces of Rick's own seed from his previous climax near the chair joining in.

"Here we go, take a deep breath."