Chapters Princess Stream, a Sheriff's Dream
Three days later, in the throne room of Queen Haven’s castle.
“SHERIFF HITCH TRAILBLAZER!!!” the overly pissed off queen roared.
“WHAT IN THE ROTTEN APPLE DID YOU USE FIFTY THOUSAND BITS ON!!!"
Princess Stream, a Sheriff's Dream
Chapter 1 - The Start of a 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:
Wink and Blow a Kiss - 50 Bits
Wiggle Ears Playfully - 100 Bits
Spin Around Beautifully - 250 Bits
Perform A Cute Dance - 500 Bits
Playfully Adjust Swimwear - 750 Bits
Show Off Behind - 1,000 Bits
Ahegao - 2,500 Bits
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.
Princess Stream, a Sheriff's Dream
Chapter 2 - Two Voyeur Sisters
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.”
Princess Stream, a Sheriff's Dream
Chapter 3 - An Escalating Show
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."
Princess Stream, a Sheriff's Dream
Chapter 4 - Portal of Wonder
Whoever the words were meant for didn't matter, as both inhaled and exhaled deeply. The masculine air filled their minds with renewed determination, as both desired to get the show going, even if only one of them would participate.
"Zi-Zwinger, look!"
Pipp recoiled from her sitting position and moved over towards Zipp, who was removing sand from her fur and body. In her hand, a whirlpool of magic formed, speeding up and growing deeper in tone as the amber-coloured spectacle connected two locations.
"How the buck is that possible!" Zipp exclaimed.
The camera's angle was empty with no ponies in sight. In terms of sound, the viewers could clearly hear that something was going on, prompting the comment section to fill up with small tips and questions about what the mares were up to.
On the stallion's end, Rick pressed the portal against Hitch's flare, but the expanded organ was too big to fit through the device without a bit of force.
"Try to squeeze it," Rick instructed.
Hitch's hands engulfed the wide flare, the stallion biting his tongue to prevent himself from climaxing as he applied pressure on his sensitive and slippery member. Fresh seed and precum coated his palm, requiring him to exert more strength to prevent his grip from slipping, the sensation only making him struggle more as his climax approached.
"On three… One, Two, Three!"
On the other end, where the whirlpool was attached to Pipp's hand, it suddenly detached itself as something passed through. The mare almost fell over as she caught the falling stallionhood with her hand, the shock of it dislodging making her heart skip a beat.
"OMG! Is... is that actually a-" Zipp was left flabbergasted as a fat stud dick slowly emerged from the amber portal. To her shock, the appendage continued to grow longer and longer, seemingly endlessly, surprising the heiress and leaving Pipp's mouth gaping.
As the mass grew in her hand, Pipp had a moment of enlightenment as a lightbulb appeared in her mind. "Here, hold this," she instructed, handing Zipp Mr. Long-Dick-of-The-Law's dick and then darting off towards her bags, hands searched for something specific she’d hoped to show Jazz Hooves later that day.
Zipp felt the impressive stallionhood twitch in her hand. The Pegasus heiress was certain of the cause as she, along with this unknown stallion, watched Pipp shake her rump back and forth, while she had her head buried in a bag as she searched for something.
"Aha!" Pipp's voice echoed through the speakers as the mare emerged from the bag with a large strap-on. She efficiently detached the plastic toy from the harness before stowing it back in her bag, the pink beauty rushing back to her sister with the straps.
"Here, this should work," she said, tossing the harness onto the blanket in front of Zipp. The two knelt on the blanket to get a closer look at what they were working with, the smell of pre and musk filling their lungs as Zipp caressed the sticky breeding stick.
Pipp couldn't believe how huge the portal dick was, outshining every pony she'd seen online, including her real life experience with Rocky Riff, who was quite sizable from what she could recall. The memory of that truth or dare night sending a shiver down her spine.
With a questioning look, Zipp asked, "Do you think we can fit it into the harness?"
It evidently didn’t have a base like the dildo she'd stashed back in her bag, so Pipp was not sure if it would work. Fortunately, their top donor sent a message offering to make the portal base sticky again like how it’d been when the maelstrom had appeared in her hand.
The magic made it much easier, Pipp thought. Not having to force the shaft through those metal o-rings was a relief, sparing her from potentially harming the stallionhood's owner by handling it roughly… or more roughly than she’d inevitably do by playing with it.
With a feeling of calm washing over her, she turned her attention back to the computer. The Pegasus mare turned down the volume, wanting to hear the birds singing in the background and because she sensed that the stream was nearing its end.
She did consider turning off the stream fully, but changed her mind as she looked at the bits they’d collected so far, the amount not nearly enough to fund the party they were planning.
“Bucking hell, why can’t I cum!” The sheriff screamed out his frustration as he grabbed the armrests tightly, his groyne burning with frustration as the invention engulfed him in his entirety, his balls below growing veinier from all of the edging.
“It’s designed to prevent orgasms. It's meant to fulfil HER desires, not ours.”
Rick’s face showed a smug smile, the scientist's arms crossing upon him closing his eyes with pride, confident in the creation that had swallowed up the sheriff’s massive dong.
“You’ll get your orgasm once it’s registered that she’s been fully satisfied,” Rick added, the implication a little scary to Hitch Trailblazer as he wondered whether or not he’d go mad before he would be able to fully flare up and empty his foal makers.
“So... I guess we should get the show started then?” Hitch took a deep breath, suppressing his worries, and reached for the keyboard. His guardian instinct kicked in, prompting him to commence the show and aid the remaining viewers in easing their frustration.
“Long-Dick-of-The-Law: So, what's it gonna be, ladies? How much to see you reenter the scene and play with Mr. Long-Dick-of-The-Law in all of his glory!”
In that moment, Pipp was relieved she had turned down the chat volume significantly, as her distracted big sister remained unaware of the demands she was making.
Hitch, on the other hand, wasn’t thrilled about Pipp's demands, as he preferred it the other way around, but Rick intervened on his behalf, providing an answer for himself.
The brown earth pony clearly displayed his preference for which of the sisters he found more beautiful and desirable, as he wrote the words down while his nose flared in excitement.
“Long-Dick-of-The-Law donated 10.000 bits: Happy bucking, ladies. Take my long arm of the law for a spin and give the viewers a good show. Let's get the party started!!!”
Pipp's ears twitched in fear as she heard the sound of a tip, the Pegasus mare realising too late that she’d only turned down the volume for normal messaging.
“What are they tipping for n—Pi-FLOOF!” Zipp jumped on her sister, the taller mare pinning the nervous pink pony to the ground as frustration coursed through her.
“T-take a breather, sis, we do what they tip for us to do, right?” Pipp tried to defend herself, her frail arms struggling against her sister's more muscular ones, along with the flared stallionhood Zipp was pushing into her face.
The smell made her shiver, the scent of musk sending her slit into a winking frenzy of pure frustration. The waiting made her marehood impatient and needy as it pressed into her chin.
The dick only made it worse as it shot out precum, covering her face with a stallion's primal aroma, which affected both her and Zipp while they fought.
Hitch's pleasure had turned into slight pain as the mares fought, with his dick as a meaty sword for Zipp to repeatedly hit her little sister in the face with.
This discomfort and worry weren't shared by Rick, who was at the completely other end of the spectrum, internally screaming, "Cat fight! Cat fight!"
Rick was amazed by his invention. He’d tried it before, but seeing it work over such a long distance was remarkable, especially considering the amount of weight being forced through.
Hitch's laid-back ears didn't let him hear much; the sisters' angry muttering also drowned out by the sound of Rick stroking his stallionhood back to hardness.
By the time Hitch got over the pain, the sisters had stopped fighting, with Zipp now standing with her back to the audience, portal toy in hand, tail swishing up plenty of sand as she kept herself from stomping the ground in frustration.
"I'm sorry, Zwinger, I wasn’t aware that you were so backed up," Pipp apologised, her virgin sister's words of frustration making her wonder if she’d perhaps gone too far by going behind her back to get first dibs on that wonderful prick.
Zipp sighed deeply and turned towards her little sister. "Look, I was just surprised… that’s all." Her eyes were unable to meet the other mare’s blue orbs, the sky-coloured eyes seemingly reflecting her own feelings of feeling silly.
She looked down at the toy, raised it to eye level, and gave it a small lick. "I’ll get you inside of me no matter what, I promise you that," she whispered, before snapping her head toward the computer with newfound energy.
"I’ll fuck my sister silly with your dick on one condition," she continued, raising a finger and looking directly into the computers camera. "You donate another ten thousand and we’ll go for round two after I’ve fucked her silly, which would then be Floof fucking me!"
Hitch raised himself, his swishing tail nearly knocking the chair over as he approached the keyboard with no hesitation. The station’s wallet was on the line, and Hitch cared not.
"Long-Dick-of-The-Law donated 10.000 bits: Such a hot big sister! Make sure she bucks you good and hard, Zwinger. Your rump deserves to be fucked silly after her small stunt!"
She gave the flare an extra kiss and winked at the computer camera, and in swift order, the Pegasus mare placed herself into the tight harness.
She found the sensation of the weighty dick strange, yet her hips adjusted well to it, as if she had always been a hung futanari.
Pipp and Zipp looked at their online profile. The stream had dwindled from thousands of viewers to fewer than a hundred, likely because their absence and disregard for what their audience was saying had chased off most of the ponies.
"Should we turn off the stream and just let Long-Dick-of-The-Law watch?"
"Hmmm, I've got an idea, Floof. Let's turn off the comments and tipping; we wouldn't want any distractions during the last... act," Zipp started, her hands rubbing the pulsing, veiny toy.
"Let's lock the view count so nobody else can join. I'm not in the mood for a big audience considering what we're about to do," Pipp added, the mare pressing her body against Zipp's.
The strap-on between her legs squeezed between their bodies as she ran a small hand over Zipp's new appendage, her hand landing on the medial ring.
"Eager colt, better get you wet soon before you blow your load early," the blonde Pegasus teased, the curly-haired equine more than a little surprised that their sugar stallion hadn't cum at least a few times by now.
She was beyond impressed and desired to know more about this stranger. "How I wish I could see your foal makers," Pipp internally cried, finding the foreplay with Zipp unbearable, her slit covering her inner thighs and lower legs in her love juices.
"Hey ponies, sorry for the wait, but we had to get something very special prepared for you all," Pipp began, the busty equine dragging her now stacked-up sister into the camera's view before she could resist too much, the taller mare's face plastered with surprise and shyness.
"R-right, we got a very special toy for all of you ponies to enjoy," Zipp announced, one hand stroking the strap-on while she spread her wings, the massive pink stallionhood hopefully matching better with her red disguise fur than with her natural white.
"You see, our top donor, Long-Dick-of-The-Law, has been so kind and donated more than enough for us to reach our goal. In return, we've decided to give you all a treat and let you watch as we fuck each other silly with this enormous and realistic toy."
She leaned in and gave it a kiss, her mouth salivating as she winked at the camera.
At the station, Rick was afraid that he had possibly gone too far, the mares' teasing making the big stallion beside him act feral yet restrained.
Hitch was breathing heavily, making Rick feel afraid as the stud looked ready to pounce and devour any mare and hit any and all stallions that would stand between him and the mounting he wanted to give his broodmare.
Zipp looked into those pretty blue eyes, her lips faintly trembling as she swore she could feel her sister’s touch through the strap-on, the magic that graced her teardrop doing more than just transporting the stranger's dick it seemed. The mare marvelled at how kinky and smart this stallion must be to have created something like this.
“So, what position shall we go for?” Pipp asked, her finger tracing the outline of the urethra in the middle of that big and wonderful flare. The hole wasn’t big, but she pressed her pinkie against it nonetheless, too eager to not know if she could sound this massive stud or not.
“AAHH!” Hitch’s head shot back as her needy digit invaded his forbidden cave, the burning sensation enough to make him pant like a wild animal.
“Let’s go for doggy. I’d like to see that big bubble rump firsthand.” Zipp’s hand traced down Pipp’s back, her palm landing on top of that lush rump before she gave it a good smack, the sound and jiggle sending shivers through the ponies watching.
"Bucking get to it already!" Hitch's voice was raspy, the sound making Rick feel unsafe... but also a little aroused as he came face to face with an enormous breeding-ready pony.
The sensation of Pipp’s finger leaving his abused flare gave him relief, the small popping noise making the blonde mare giggle before she licked her coated pinkie.
"Head down and rump up, my slutty little sister," Zipp commanded, her hand descending roughly upon Pipp’s behind, leaving a fine imprint of her hand.
"Mmmm, give me your meat, big sister, buck me hard!" Pipp's foggy breath was hidden by the damp air, the heavy breathing brought about by the sensation of Zipp's teasing touches.
She quickly turned around and got onto all fours, but Zipp’s inaction only made her pose grow more explicit as she curved her back in a way she’d seen Jazz do in the past.
In desperation, she ground her tits against the warm blanket, her aroused mind trying to find relief with what she had available on the beach. The warm sun made her muscles simmer as they relaxed and tensed whenever the sun warmed her and Zipp teased her.
"Such an eager slut, but that's not how you ask for something, you little whore."
Zipp thrusted her hips forward, the strap-on gracing her sister’s rump before it laid itself quite nicely across her back. The strap-on almost reached her sister’s pretty wings… or rather the disguised wings, as Pipp's fluffy wings had been replaced with a more common pair.
"P-please, buck your little sister with all of your might."
With a wicked smile, Zipp withdrew and placed the flare at her sister's teardrop. "Good mare, I think it’s time for a big reward." With that, she pushed forward, applying slow and steady pressure to ensure the flare would actually fit her snug sister's slit.
Pop
"Buck YES!" Hitch flew out of his seat as he tried to bottom out, the act making Rick’s virgin tailhole tighten as he witnessed the sheriff’s leg muscles clench.
He could destroy any virgin mare with those moves, Rick feared, the scientist happy that he wasn’t the one who had to pleasure such a beast.
Hitch was oblivious to Rick's internal thoughts, the stud only focused on the overwhelmingly amazing sensations engulfing his flare. Pipp was tight—not virgin tight, but he had no doubt about how much he was stretching her.
He could feel her strong heartbeat through the wonderful portal machine Rick had created, the warmth around him reminding him of his first time with Sunny so many years ago.
His brain told him that he needed to buck someone in that moment, not fully grasping that he technically already was, though through the actions of another.
With a powerful thrust, Zipp drove her hips forward, the mare at first meeting very minimal resistance as she sank half of Mr. Long-Dick-of-The-Law’s dick into Pipp’s stretched sex.
"AGH!" Pipp and Hitch screamed, both overwhelmed with pleasure as Pipp felt her snatch contrast in an intense and overpowering orgasm, while Hitch fought to stay in his own skin, the portal preventing him from releasing a flood of seed straight into Pipp’s needy pussy.
"Rick… how many orgasms before I’m allowed to cum?" Hitch pleaded.
The nerdy brown earth pony was a little hesitant to answer, fearing he might not have thought through every detail of the portal machine.
He’d never thought of lowering the sensitivity on the stallion's end, as he only cared about making sure the mare would be satisfied. "I’m not sure, but it should let you cum once she’s climaxed about five times," Rick replied.
If looks could kill, Rick would’ve already been buried five times over. The sheriff’s bloodshot eyes tried to bore a hole straight through Rick’s clever mind. The staredown was short, however, as his eyes clenched shut upon Zipp resuming her thrusting.
"By the moon, you’re tight, little sis!" Zipp roared, trying her best to work the rest of her massive member inside. The process was slow as her sister's tightening marehood continued to quiver with overstimulation.
She grabbed the base of Pipp’s wings and, with one violent thrust, bottomed out within her little sister's princess marehood. The toy increasingly allowed her to feel every little detail of how her sibling's love cave was stretching, as the thing pressed tightly against her slit.
"Rough, so rough," Pipp mumbled, her teary face struggling to comprehend the pain and immense pleasure coursing through her as another orgasm washed over her.
"Zi-Zwinger, I can feel you poking my womb."
Those words were not news to either Hitch or Zipp, as they could both feel their beating flare pressed tightly against the curvy mare's foal-making room. The sensation and tightness enough to make them both lose their bearings on where they were.
She leaned her muscular frame over her sister’s more voluptuous one, and aimed for one of those long ears. The teasing nibbling ensured that Pipp let out a series of feminine moans of pleasure, the curvy princess trapped between the soft sand and Zipp’s form as she was forced to endure her big sister's relentless teasing.
“Give your big sis a kiss,” Zipp teased, hand reaching for the submissive mare’s pretty chin. The kiss was tender, the experience still clumsy but now with tongue as the taller equine wanted a good taste of her delicious little sister's mouth.
"I’m going crazy, Zwinger… please just buck me!"
The desperate look on Floof’s face made Rick stroke his hardening member aggressively, the stallion imagining that he was the cause of her joy.
Zipp took hold of those pretty curls, her first thrust sending the pink beauty face-first into the blanket, the sound of moving sand evident below it. "As you wish, my princess."
The portal rustled in Hitch’s lab, the resistance and tightness of Pipp’s still-orgasming pussy pushing him out of the portal. Rick made a mental note to perhaps create an alternative design but quickly dropped the idea as he found this to be even more useful.
Shooting a hand out, Rick pressed the mechanical device back into place, the preceding push jolting Pipp's ears up as she felt her sister bottom out faster than before.
Hitch considered punching Rick at that moment; the sensation of another male touching his junk was strange and unpleasant. Yet the tingle coursing up his spine as his flare hit Pipp's cervix pulled him away from that decision, the sheriff yielding to the touch.
"Buck, Buck, BUCK!!!" Pipp's voice thought out loud what her body felt, the sound of her outcries spurring Zipp to thrust with all her athletic might.
Tears streamed down Hitch's golden cheeks as he felt himself pushed beyond his breaking point, his heartbeat visible to Rick in the pulsing veins on his body, and distinctly felt by Pipp as the strap-on pressed into one of her sensitive areas when it curved upwards from a pulse.
“By the moon loosen up sis, you’re gonna bend the toy at this rate!” Zipp roared, sweat pouring down her body as she felt Pipp’s body try to squeeze her out.
Pipp had lost count on what orgasm she was on, the sensation of one calming and another coming happening too closely for her to correctly feel when one ended and another began.
Hitch however had a clear perception of just how thoroughly bucked Pipp was, as for each orgasm he could feel the magic restraints lesson on his stallionhood, his foal makers below drew up, the orbs going from a hanging to a lifted position more and more often.
Zipp was in the same boat as Hitch, as she could almost feel how his nuts drew nearer their release, her brain playing tricks on her as she felt a pair of ghost nuts between her legs swing and pulse for each time she bottomed out in her little sister.
“Floof… I’m getting close!” Her announcement rang hollow for the viewers; how could she climax when it wasn’t her dick, after all?
Rick, on the other end of the camera, grew ecstatic. He’d never thought it possible, but could she perhaps feel what Hitch was feeling? He quickly noted it down in his mind for later.
Pipp barely heard her sister's outcry, her rump continuing its steady thrusts backward as she enveloped that massive equine shaft in her warm cave. The sensation drove on Zipp and Hitch, neither holding back as they both did their best to pleasure Pipp.
"OH BY THE MOON, YES! DON’T STOP, ZWINGER!" Pipp's voice reached a fever pitch as her body convulsed, consumed by the pleasure crashing through her like a tidal wave. It felt like the most powerful orgasm of her life coursing within.
Rick felt Hitch's testicles violently crash into his hands as they shot up and collided with the sheriff's body. The sensation made his own stallionhood bob with excitement as the astute scientist witnessed the climactic conclusion of Pipp's bucking.
The whinny Hitch let out echoed wildly throughout the sheriff's station, the heavy door leading into the room not enough to hold back the sheer intensity of his outcry.
The midday routine of the townsfolk had passed, and luckily for the sheriff, no pony was outside his workplace. He was spared the embarrassing explanations he would no doubt have needed to make otherwise.
Zipp cried out in euphoric ecstasy as spurt after spurt of potent seed exited the stallion’s expanding flare, propelling her over the edge with each throb which caused the portal to pulse against her sensitive clit.
With a final thrust that brought their hips together, Zipp collapsed, her hands instinctively reaching for Pipp's broad chest. Oblivious to Zipp’s actions, the mare lost control as the curly-maned royal was completely absorbed in the moment.
Pipp went cross eyed as she sensed the first volley of Mr. Long-Dick-of-The-Law’s thick cum entering her womb, the sheer quantity stretching the stallion's urethra to the breaking point as Zipp lined the stud up perfectly with her cervix.
“Buuuuck YES! Keep filling me you damn stud!” The pink mare's scream was hoarse, her voice strained from the intensity of her cries.
The sudden rush filled and stretched her innermost parts to their limits as the large flare urged every drop of seed into her womb.
With each moment, she felt her once flat stomach expand, the sight mesmerising as billions of potential foals filled her up, though the mare couldn't help but feel a hint of melancholy as the mating season and her heat had long passed.
Regardless, the sensation was strikingly similar to the times she had mated with Jazz during the peak of the season, her body responding as if still in that heat-induced state.
Once Zipp separated herself from her younger sister's embrace, the abrupt sound from her flare popping out was overwhelming for Pipp. It seemed her body was pushed past its limits, her vaginal opening gaping wide as a thick stream of white poured out.
Zipp stroked her shaft vigorously as she covered Pipp’s back in thick spunk, the white liquid contrasting nicely with her pink coat as it soaked itself into her already damp fur.
"So… much," Pipp murmured, her hand tenderly caressing her swollen abdomen, the feeling and presence of countless swimmers within her making her smile.
The lingering pleasure and the fervour of her recent experience caused her expression to appear almost comical as she revelled in the aftermath of her first true mounting.
"So… tasty," Zipp replied, her extended tongue enveloping her hand coated with ejaculate.
The taste and aroma overwhelmed her, igniting primal urges within her as her body craved to be mounted repeatedly, her pussy muscles contracting against the intense sensations. The salty flavour on her tongue, paired with the texture, only fueled her desire for more.
"Zi-ZWINGER!" Pipp exclaimed as she experienced her elder sister's lengthy tongue and mouth engulfing her stretched opening. The sensation of the eager tongue exploring ever deeper into her expanded marehood caused her pretty wings to flutter in response, the summer warmth on her wings intensifying the pleasurable sensations.
"Bucking awesome," Zipp muttered, her tongue lapping up mouthfuls of savoury seed from her sister’s inviting opening, the warm feeling of her sister's rump on each side of her muzzle strangely soothing.
She lifted her head from between Pipp's spread cheeks, and turned to face the camera with her mouth full of seed, seed covered tongue extending out enticingly for the audience.
Rick was stunned by the sight before him. The volume of seed in the mare's mouth alone surpassed what he’d spurted all over the floor, but what truly caught his attention was the stallionhood between Zwinger legs, the thing still rock hard and raring to go.
Was it his invention that kept him energised, or was Hitch simply that exceptional of an earth pony? The idea made Rick's tail swish with anticipation, his own member stirring at the mental image of observing the sheriff mounting mares tirelessly for hours.
His fantasy was abruptly ended as he observed Zwinger consume the sheriff's thick seed, the noticeable bulge travelling down her throat causing his heart to race.
The post-climactic afterglow was short-lived as Hitch suddenly twitched, his dick slipping from between the legs of the red-furred mare as she removed the harness from her hips.
The fur on her thighs bore visible indentations where the straps had been, showing that the substantial weight of Hitch’s prick had necessitated her to fasten it too tightly for her comfort, or that’s what Rick’s nerdy mind concluded.
"AGH!" Pipp yelped, rump bouncing about as it was briskly spanked by her eager elder sis, the mark on her flank sending spikes of confused pleasure to her teardrop slit, the opening filling up with seed once more as the muscles in her lower body tensed and forced out more of Mr. Long-Dick-of-The-Law’s potent cum.
Zipp's disguised form, green eyes locking onto her sister's blue ones, gazed at Pipp with obvious impatience, as she tapped her hoof against the warm sand. Her thighs glistened with love, her body still in need of further release.
"Come on, Floof, I can't hold out any longer!" With determination, she pulled her sister back onto her feet, the Pegasus using every ounce of strength felt in her sore thighs in order to lift the… gifted pony, her voluptuous body a gift and curse in terms of weight.
Pipp wobbled unsteadily on her legs as they still shook from the bucking she had received, the smell of fresh pony cum marking her already sticky fur with fresh stallion musk as the virile stuff poured out of her.
The harness was pulled up her thighs, the straps a tight fit as they’d been adjusted to her big sister's less voluptuous form. With a few tweaks, she managed to secure it around her royal hips, the straps requiring only minor tightening thanks to her broad, foal-bearing lower body, which effortlessly held the substantial dick in place as though she were naturally endowed.
"Looks great on you, sis, although a tad long for your height," Zipp teasingly remarked, noting their height difference while delicately stroking the sticky strap-on.
Pipp aimed to retort playfully but was distracted as she felt her sister's gentle touch tracing down the length of the stallionhood and penetrate her stimulated marehood. She would’ve climaxed if she hadn’t been for her soreness, her body ruined for months if not for forever if she didn’t try and tighten herself up via training.
"Bend over, sis, and let me admire that tight rump of yours," Pipp rasped, her voice laced with desire as she leaned in to plant a kiss on her sister's lips.
The taste of seed filled her mouth as there was still plenty of it sticking to Zipp’s mouth, the taste strong and musky as she took a whiff of her taller sibling's stallion-like breath.
Breaking the kiss, Zipp drew near to one of Pipp's delicate ears. "Take me hard, sister. I want to be unable to walk for days!" The heiress implored with intensity, her hands firmly grasping her younger sister's breasts as she pressed her knee against Pipp's groyne.
Her touch evoked a moan from the pink-furred beauty, causing the younger royal to tense at the sensation. Unfazed by Pipp's lack of dominance, Zipp sought to assure her femdom play came to fruition by assuming a submissive stance, swiftly positioning herself on all fours.
She might have been athletic, but lacking flexibility, her posture resembled that of a novice, similar to the cunnilingus she’d given earlier. Despite this, the amusing sight triggered a row of laughter from Pipp, the display reminding her of her first time in the hay with Jazz.
The stallionhood looked grotesque next to Zipp’s teardrop, the view making her blood run cold as she started to worry. “Is this even possible?!” the pink Pegasus whispered as she lined up the deflated flare with Zipp’s entrance. The slit was wet and a river of love was running down Zipp’s legs, but the dimensions just didn’t match in Pipp’s mind.
Pipp had another moment of enlightenment as a lightbulb appeared in her mind again. “This should work,” the royal said with a chipper tone, hand shooting down to stretch the harness. She darted a hand into her pussy, palm scooping up as much cum as she could before moving her foal batter covered hand towards Zipp’s marehood.
“IEEP!” Zwinger exclaimed as she felt a warm hand dig into her, the feel of Pipp coating her in seed, sending her into a small climax. The sensation ran up the meaty toy and into Hitch and Pipp’s mind, both feeling like a layer of chastity was removed.
To Pipp's credit, her strategy proved effective as she detected Zipp's crimson folds yield to her probing touch, the action extending beyond mere teasing. “Good mare, Zwinger, take this seed like the eager bitch in heat you are.”
A humming sound filled Zipp’s ears as she heard Pipp lick her digits clean, the sexy display making her blush as she witnessed her sister's dirtier side unfold. “You should join me and Jazz more often in the hay, I’m sure she would love the taste of your pussy.”
The teasing sent a shiver up her spine, the sensation of a light spank making her salivate as she was finally dominated and put in her place beneath another pony. She was normally a very headstrong mare, so taking on the role of the submissive was a secret kink of hers.
The sound of seagulls seemingly laughing in the background only enhanced the experience as she felt Pipp finally apply pressure to her marehood. The flare slowly spread her open, the stallionhood preparing to take her virginity—the very thing that made her a desirable match for other noble houses across Equestria.
"Buck... she's too tight!" Hitch proclaimed through gritted teeth.
Hitch could feel that his friend's marehood wasn’t yielding like Pipp’s, so he retracted his member slightly from the portal. The mare on screen, in turn, slowly pushed forward to create the illusion of her having penetrated Zwinger.
Rick noticed the nervousness in Hitch’s eyes and gently guided his hand to the device, his smaller hand resting atop Hitch’s much larger one. They locked eyes for a brief moment before Hitch swallowed his pride and pushed the portal all the way down to his balls.
He anticipated the pain would be intense, and his instincts to protect others screamed for him not to proceed. However, Zipp’s evident desperation to be bucked silly was undeniable. Seeing this as a gift to fulfil Zipp’s wish and to bring Rick's mechanical device to its intended purpose, he decided to go through with it.
Pop
Zipp’s vision turned white as she felt herself being violently stretched open, her abdomen bulging as she took in half of Pipp’s thick breeding member. She lifted her head and looked down at her stomach with a mixture of interest and fear in her eyes.
With a trembling hand, she touched the bulge in her abdomen, feeling the stranger’s strong heartbeat reverberate through most of her lower body, as his dick moulded her marehood to fit his size without her consent.
She felt a spurt of pre-cum travel up the length of the toy, the sensation and immense volume resembling what she imagined a normal cumshot to feel like.
But this was no ordinary stallion; this was a stud, a sire-ready beast, an endowed equine fit to be the king of a large herd.
Her imagination ran wild as she envisioned herself as the lead mare of his herd, her body beneath this massive beast every night as he filled her with as much virile seed as he could produce, her own desires secondary to the task of making foals.
"Bucking tight!" Pipp exclaimed through clenched teeth, the tightness around her thickness making her fear that Zipp was trying to snap off their top donor’s member. "Are you alright, sis?" Pipp asked, her hand fondling the base of her sister’s twitching wings.
Her wings sprung into a full-blown wing-boner as Zipp climaxed again, the orgasm this time more intense as her marehood struggled and failed to expel the huge invader that was stretching her sex beyond its limits.
"More… give me more!" Zipp pleaded through tears, her hips moving back in an attempt to meet her sister's hips.
Pipp tried to move forward as well, but both were worn out, having been in a state of climax for what seemed like an eternity, their equine anatomy not designed for such intense mating.
This time, it was Rick who raised the portal from Hitch's groyne, the move allowing Floof's hips to only just meet Zwinger's fiery red rear.
Zipp let out a piercing screech as she felt her sister bottom out. The Pegasus felt not only her womb but her entire inner body pushed upward to accommodate this formidable stud.
The seemingly impossible fit had become reality, driving Hitch wild with the overwhelmingly vice-like sensation of Zipp's marehood.
"Perhaps it's just Pegasus mares that are tight?" Hitch pondered, as he had never encountered such tightness with an earth pony mare.
The sensation became even more intense as Zipp entered another earth shattering orgasm, her marehood spasming uncontrollably around her first-ever stallionhood.
"B-Buck… something is—" Zipp's warning was interrupted as her bladder tightened in response to the intrusion. Her pussy squirted, marking him with her scent in the process.
Pipp was taken by surprise as she felt Zipp's love juices cover her legs, the warm and damp sensation enough to trigger a mare orgasm of her own.
Pipp attempted to resume her thrusting, but her burning thighs could only manage a slow and sensual grinding against her big sister. Her hips stayed closely connected to Zipp's, as she tried to adjust the toy to target her sister's sensitive areas.
The supposedly experienced mare left Hitch and Zipp craving more, neither fully satisfied with Pipp's efforts to push them over the edge.
“Buck, I want to ravage that tight teardrop,” Hitch hissed, “But I’m too damn sensitive!”
Rick saw the stud tense as he lifted the device, the motion of pushing it back down eliciting a flinch from Rick. His prick was clearly too overstimulated, the magical properties to the portal forcing his flood gates closed for a few more mare orgasms.
A lightbulb appeared in Rick’s mind, the scientist resolute as he moved his chair closer to the sheriff’s, the stallion only reacting as he reached out for the device. Hitch didn’t grab his wrist this time, instead he just gave the nerdy pony a raised eyebrow.
“You mentioned you were too sensitive... so let me offer some assistance,” Rick spoke softly, finding no resistance as his small hand grasped the machine.
Hitch reclined to focus on the flatscreen, his eyes disregarding the scientist as he attempted to relax his muscular form, Hitch making an effort to allow Rick to do his thing.
Rick began by pulling the sheriff out of the portal slowly, his inexperienced and curious mind trying to get a good grasp of just how endowed the law enforcer was.
He didn’t have to go about being as careful as he’d expected as the massive flare promptly stopped his movement upon coming in contact with the whirlpool of magic, the thing far too wide and swollen to exit in any way possible.
The pace began moderately, with the two mares seemingly unaware as he endeavoured to synchronise his thrusts with Pipp's grinding. The moans from Zwinger made him happy as they intensified with each subtle deepening of his movements.
Zipp bit into the blanket below with all of her might as she felt Pipp fully retreat and bottom out in a violent thrust, her mind going blank as she experienced the bucking of a lifetime.
Zipp’s imagination ran rampant as it looked for a suitable mate among the stallions she knew. The vision within her regal mind appeared hazy, yet she could have sworn she glimpsed a pair of amber eyes framed by green hair gazing back at her.
Back at the station Rick had accidentally catapulted his hand towards Hitch’s groyne.
He locked his green eyes onto the sheriff’s amber ones, his questioning look down right making the sheriff smile as Hitch gave the scientist’s member a squeeze.
"What’s the matter, willing to touch but not be touched?" Hitch teased, his hands delicately pleasuring the smaller stallion, the golden-furred equine going slow so as not to make the brown earth pony cum too early.
“Mmm,” Zipp’s moans grew in intensity again as Rick tried to apply a steady rhythm, the task made challenging as pleasure rushed up his spine because of Hitch’s handjob.
The sheriff did his best with the small organ in his hand, but his arms were unaccustomed to such ‘delicate’ movements, resulting in a slightly clumsy performance that Rick didn’t mind as the sheriff’s passion compensated for it.
The issue of size also became apparent on Rick's part, as he could feel his arm grow warm from the over the top motion he was performing.
“Buck… please keep going, Floof!”
Her voice was barely above a whisper, the mare to the best of her ability holding back the embarrassing moans she was letting out. She suddenly wanted to hold back, as her heiress mindset told her not to embarrass herself any further.
“KYAA!” The sharp cry and thud of Pipp’s hand striking Zipp’s rear prompted both stallions to flinch. Their surprise quickly transformed into wonder as they observed the pink mare delivering a series of firm slaps to her elder sister's rump.
“Bad mare, hold back your moans again and I’ll be ending the stream early!”
Zipp's objections to her sister's spanking were abruptly cut off with an abrupt "AGH!" as Rick tilted the portal and thrust the entirety of Hitch’s stallionhood inside.
The angle made her stomach bulge enough to hit the blanket, the fit mare almost laying flat on her stomach as the continuous thrusting propelled her into a lying position.
“Cumming, by the moon I’m cumming!” Zipp cried out, the sensation of her slit squeezing directly onto Hitch’s medial ring too much for her and Hitch as they salivated like dogs.
"Buck… one more, just one more orgasm and I can cum," Hitch spoke, his teary amber eyes struggling to focus on the bulge of his stallionhood moving up and down the mare’s body.
The sensation of yet another layer of chastity being released caused his handjob to be unsteady and erratic for Rick. However, the brown earth pony didn't mind, as he was deeply engrossed in his task.
The scientist experimented with various angles and speeds while manoeuvring the portal up and down Hitch endowment, the brown earth pony noting down Zwinger’s every reaction.
Zipp’s tight marehood didn’t seize it’s relentless milking, the feel of her athletically trained rear crying out for seed as she felt his flare bump against her womb over and over, the heiress body forcing her foal chamber down for the ultimate mating kiss
Zipp fought to stay in her own skin, the feel of her body lining itself up to becoming a broodmare too much as her personality moved to mimic what her body wanted.
“By the moon, I beg of you, make me a dam… make me the best broodmare in all of Zephyr Heights!” Zipp internally screamed to herself, her fingers moving recklessly over her clit as she positioned herself for the most intense orgasm of the day.
“Ohhhh yessss, Zwinger!” Pipp cried out. “I can feel it, I’m bucking cumming!”
“Do it, sis! BUCKING BREED ME!!!”
Rick's eyes widened as he sensed the sheriff reaching climax. The law enforcer's vigorous hand movements on his smaller stallionhood so intense that Rick feared it might be torn off unless Hitch slowed down, given the bigger stallion's muscular arm.
Their flares sprang to life, expanding widely as their testicles contracted tightly against their bodies. The scientist halted his stroking as he buried the sheriff's dick, propelling Zwinger over the edge as they observed her stomach protrude from the force of his flare.
Zipp knew she wasn’t in season, but that didn't stop her from envisioning the initial spurt of seed racing towards one of her royal eggs.
Her consciousness slipped from between her fingers for each volley of thick cum entering her, the stuff unable to escape because of the massive flare, the thing pushing every last drop of Hitch’s foal batter directly into her womb.
“Buuuuck!!!” The drawn out moan roared over the speakers, the two stallions cumming their brains out to the sound of Zipp getting bucked silly.
Rick’s orgasm followed shortly after. “Shoot! Hitch, I’m cumming!” Rick exclaimed as he sensed his flare enlarging to its full size, the initial surge of seed more copious than his entire previous orgasm combined.
However, Hitch didn’t cease his stroking; instead, he continued to stimulate Rick throughout his ejaculation. The foal batter splattered everything around Rick’s flare, as Hitch made no attempt to direct it toward the floor or another area that wouldn’t be bothered by the mess.
All four ponies reached their climax simultaneously, with Zipp and Hitch being the most profoundly impacted, both overwhelmed by the experience as they blacked out.
Zipp succumbed first as she sensed her womb and stomach stretching to their limits, resulting in visible stretch marks beneath her sweaty fur.
Hitch followed closely behind as he felt spurt after spurt get stuck in his stallionhood, the tightness around his flare too much. The burning sensation knocked him out cold as his body tried to give more than the mare he was bucking could ever hope to fully receive.
The pressure wasn’t lost on Pipp fully, though she pulled out too late. She stroked her and Zipp’s top donor as fast as she could, the thing covering Zipp’s back in white foal batter so effortlessly that for a moment she wondered if her big sister had taken off her ring.
Peace fell upon the private beach and the sheriff station, the only sound being that of Pipp and Rick breathing heavily.
“I suppose I’ll need to cancel my plans with Jazz,” Pipp murmured, her hand delicately massaging the cum into Zipp’s behind as she allowed Zipp to rest for the time being.
“Congratulations on losing your virginity, sis,” the teasing royal muttered, a smile forming at her own clumsy attempt at encouragement as she observed her sibling's teardrop leaking enough seminal fluid to fill an ocean, her slit unable to fully close.
“And farewell to you, Mr. Stallion,” Pipp added, as she witnessed the softening stallionhood retract into the portal and likely into its sheath.
She felt a twinge of dismay that she’d not managed to clean it before their donor departed, but was happy to give his flare only last squeeze before it popped through the portal.
With unsteady legs, she rose to approach the camera, and announced the end of her and Zipp’s stream in a raspy but cheerful voice before switching it off.
“Now what to do with you,” Pipp sneaked her way over to her sister, umbrella in hand as she didn’t want Zipp to suffer from a heat stroke. She took off her and Zipp’s rings, the familiar body of her sister returning once more for Pipp to look at.
Back at the station, Rick quietly and slowly put his clothes back on, the task proving a bit tricky and sticky because of his glaze-covered fur coat. He stank of musk, and was a little afraid and unsure on how to get out of town in one piece when smelling like a prostitute.
After one last glance at his invention before packing it away, he noticed two green dots on its side. These lights reassured Rick that the machine had indeed fulfilled the mare’s deepest desires, the stallion in turn puffing up his chest to show that he was proud.
“Congratulations on the two foals,” Rick said, gently patting Hitch’s head.
Before leaving, he scanned the room one final time to ensure he hadn't overlooked anything; he had his portable breeding gloryhole, his clothes, and, of course, his ring.
“I suppose he had a point,” Rick somberly remarked as he removed the ring and glanced at the notepad the sheriff had used. He penned a note about bidding farewell to his GILF days and expressed regret for draining his online account, the last part written with slight sarcasm to it as the sheriff had clearly enjoyed the experience as well.
He placed the notepad next to a set of keys and walked towards the door, Rick walking face first into the door as it didn’t butch in the slightest, “Right… of course it’s locked.”
