The Golden Stream
Zipp rolled her eyes, trying to ignore her sister’s exuberance. She was getting pretty good at it – after all she had done nothing else for most of her life. She looked at the cameras and at the bed. Pipp was putting towels on it, sipping water from a bottle from time to time.
“Seriously,” Zipp said. “Pipp’s Pee Stream? Are you stupid?”
“Hey, this guy paid a lot to be here,” Pipp replied, putting another towel on the bed. “Somehow I don’t see your research earning that much.”
“That’s because I don’t get a flashy notification anytime someone pays to use one of my patents,” Zipp replied. “But seriously, Pipp’s Pee Stream? You’re doing this just for the pun, alliteration, or other shits and giggles?”
“No shits,” Pipp said. “Not this time, at least. Also, stop saying that.”
“What?” Zipp furrowed her eyebrows. “Pipp’s Pee Stream?”
“That.” Pipp chuckled. “It’s funny and I don’t wanna pee myself laughing!”
Zipp sighed. “Really? I thought peeing yourself was the point?”
“Only with the cameras running,” Pipp said. “UnicornKilla69 paid ten thousand bits for this, and other Pippsqueaks paid at least twenty to watch. Remember that all of the money goes for chaaaRRRRi-tyyyyy...” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Less production fees.”
Zipp covered her face with her wing and turned away from her sister. “Actually, this is fucking brilliant. For this name, he totally deserves to be robbed, peed on, and laughed at by all your followers. Hope they make clipps.”
“Clips,” Pipp said.
“You’re not the only one who can make shitty puns, you know.” Zipp turned back to Pipp. “Do I have to watch this?”
“You’re the best with cameras.” Pipp took another sip of her water. “Also, I said that shit is not on the menu today.”
“Unless someone pays for it.” Zipp rolled her eyes. “On the menu, really? I’m sure you’d find someone who would eat your shit. Sometimes I wonder if it’s inbreeding.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Zipp took a look at one of the cameras. “What charity is this anyway?”
“Something about being against sexual abuse of foals.” Pipp shrugged.
“Okay, then.” Zipp shrugged. “Bring this lucky Pippsqueak, let’s be done with this.”
Pipp walked to the door, trying not to do a potty dance. She gestured at Zipp as if she was ordering her to execute someone. “Turn the cameras on.”
Zipp sighed and turned the cameras on. This time, Pipp did some exaggerated potty dance, crossing her legs and wincing at the camera. Then, she opened the door. and let the pegasus in.
“Hello, Pippsqueaks!” Pipp exclaimed, smiling at the cameras. “Welcome to Pipp’s Pee Stream. I’ve been holding my pee since the morning, but luckily, it’s not for much longer! We’re here with UnicornKIlla69 who donated ten thousand bits for an unforgettable experience–”
Zipp smirked, lowering her head to take a closer look at the mysterious donor, who just entered the room. “So, you’re UrinecornKilla69, huh?”
“UnicornKilla69,” the white pegasus with a ginger mane replied in a high-pitched voice. “You can call me Snowy.” He blushed, avoiding Zipp’s gaze.
Zipp turned to Pipp. “Good news. Sixty-nine is not his age. Unless you add six and nine, and I’m being generous here.”
“Hello, Snowy,” Pipp said. “Umm… How are you?”
“Is that even legal?” Zipp whispered.
“Who cares? I’m a princess,” Pipp replied.
Zipp groaned and rolled her eyes. UnicornKIlla69, also known as Snowy, blushed even more. Zipp looked at him and noticed the colt already had a raging erection – not very big, to be honest, but for his size it was definitely raging.
“Remember, you can still donate.” Pipp waved at the camera. “Thanks for the bits, Izzy_666. All of the money we gather today will go to anti-foal sexual abuse charities…”
Sunny looked at the screen and winced. “You seriously donated?”
“What?” Izzy asked. “It's for a good cause. Also, I had to pay to even watch this stream, so I may as well donate a bit more.”
Sunny sighed. “Would you at least stop touching yourself?”
Izzy shook her head. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”
Sunny moved the popcorn bowl out of Izzy’s reach. “Don’t even try to touch it with the same hoof…”
Izzy levitated some popcorn over. "Magic, remember?" She raised her snout and tossed the popcorn, catching it with her mouth.
She coughed and choked and Sunny had to hit her on the back. “Better watch out. You can’t do everything with magic, can you?”
Izzy shrugged. “I’m still testing this stuff.”
“Can you touch yourself with magic?” Sunny asked. “This was actually somewhere in my questions…”
“I should try,” Izzy said. “I could also try it on you, but you seem to have that covered.” She looked at Hitch who was watching the stream, his dick buried balls-deep in Sunny.
Sunny chuckled. “Yeah, we’ll save that for the post-stream threesome…”
“How did you even get ten thousand bits?” Zipp asked Snowy. Pipp was still talking to the camera and no one really paid attention to them.
“Mowing the lawn, painting fences…” He smiled sheepishly. “My friends also helped.”
“Do you even get the irony of the situation?” Zipp looked at Pipp, who was still greeting the Pippsqueaks who donated to the charity, and turned back to the colt.
“What’s irony?” Snowy asked.
“Okay, nevermind.” Zipp turned to Pipp. “Are you done? Or are you gonna talk until your bladder bursts?”
“I held it since morning, I can hold it a bit longer.” Pipp winced, crossing her hind legs and covering her crotch with her wings. Her tail twitched a bit. She quickly smiled, turning to the camera. “Thanks for the bits, guys. You’re great.” She lay on the bed and spread her legs, briefly flashing her vagina to the cameras. “Zipp, can you fluff him a bit?”
Zipp lowered her head to take a closer look at Snowy’s dick. It wasn’t very impressive, but it was standing proudly, throbbing and twitching all the time. “I don’t think he needs–”
Suddenly, a wave of hot, sticky liquid hit her face. She gasped in surprise and anger, backpedalling and knocking over one of the camera tripods. “He came on me! I literally fucking breathed on his dick and he came on me!”
“I’m sorry!” Snowy exclaimed. “This never happened before!”
“It did,” one of the pegasus fillies gathered around the computer screen said. Her two friends nodded.
“Weird, given how often he whacks off in bed when he thinks I can’t hear him,” said a tall colt with a ginger mane, very similar to Snowy’s. “I knew you should’ve sent me.”
“You’re no better,” one of the fillies replied.
“Shut up, Yellow Snow, it’s rude to say that about your brother.” An overweight pegasus mare with white fur smacked her son—Snowy’s older brother—in the back of the neck and turned to other mares watching the stream – mostly her friends and neighbors. “Also, it’s not even ten minutes into the stream and he already came. You all owe me ten bits each.”
“How did you know it’d happen?” one of the mares asked.
“His father was exactly the same.”
“Sorry for the inconvenience.” Pipp smiled sheepishly at the camera. Behind her, Zipp was wiping her face furiously, muttering something that sounded like, ‘it got in my eyes’. Snowy was hiding behind the bed, covering his dick with his hooves. “Would you be quiet?”
“I hate when this happens!” Zipp exclaimed. “This is why I only date guys in their forties or older.”
Pipp looked at her phone and saw that the amount of viewers increased. “You call them ‘daddy’. That’s a bit creepy.”
“And this isn’t?” Zipp pointed at Snowy. “I never knew my real father. I’d ask my therapist about this but I also fuck him and call him daddy, so he may not be objective.”
Comfy Couch shuddered, turning away from the screen. For a moment he thought that if his hair didn’t go grey already, it’d do it just now. He started pacing around his office, thinking about his glorious past, as well as his uncertain future.
He was the Royal Court’s official therapist from the day his master, Gilded Icepick, decided to retire. Unfortunately, unlike his great predecessor, he could never really keep his professional attitude. Ages ago, when the newly-crowned Queen Haven went to him to tell him about her worries, it took only three sessions before they landed in bed. The romance was short but intensive and ended only after it turned out that Haven, unlike the previous two wives of the old king, wasn’t infertile and became pregnant with twins.
Comfy Couch grabbed a piece of paper and started to write down some calculations. The KIng divorced his two wives after their infertility became apparent and married Haven, who was much younger than him and was afraid of what’d happen to her if she couldn’t give her husband an heir. She told Comfy Couch everything about her worries – usually when they were in bed.
And now, since Princess Zipp Storm told him about her affairs with older stallions, it didn’t take long for her and Comfy Couch to start rutting each other senseless every Friday. Comfy Couch was glad he still had it and the young Zephiryna also seemed happy with her new ‘daddy’.
Comfy Couch walked to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of whisky. This was going to be a long night.
“Okay, so now that we’re done with technical difficulties, we can go to the main event,” Pipp said, ignoring Zipp who stood behind the camera, making rude gestures at her. Snowy lay on the bed while Pipp positioned herself above him. “I can barely hold it… Do you want your Princess to pee on you?”
“Yes,” Snowy replied.
“Good, I can barely hold it anymore.” Pipp shuddered and positioned herself above Snowy’s cock. She started to wonder about the young colt’s stamina – it was only a few minutes ago that he came on Zipp’s face and his cock was already half-erect. She hoped this time he’d last a bit longer – viewers were still joining the stream at twenty bits a piece.
Pipp gave her clit a few strokes, trying to relax. Even though her bladder was at the edge of bursting, it was still a bit camera-shy. Snowy looked up at her, furrowing her eyebrows. Pipp sighed and grabbed her tail with her teeth to avoid getting it wet. She then relaxed her muscles, finally letting it go.
Snowy gasped when a warm stream of Pipp’s pee hit his cock, dribbling into his fur and the towels strategically placed on the bed.
Pipp sighed with relief, feeling her bladder empty itself. Snowy winced, seeing the amount of pee staining his fur and turning its pristine whiteness into yellow. Still, his dick had a different opinion; it stood proudly, twitching a bit as more pee hit it, dripping down to the colt’s balls.
“Don’t you dare cum,” Pipp whispered as the last drops of pee escaped her pussy lips. She squeezed her muscles, one last stream of piss landing on the colt’s belly. “I have something special for you.”
“What is it?” Snowy asked; the smell of the Princess’s pee was driving him insane.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here, on this piss-soaked bed, whether you want it or not.” Pipp lowered her hips and leaned forward, Snowy’s cock disappearing between her fleshy folds. “Right…” She squeezed the colt’s dick with her muscles; it was a bit too small for her liking, but then, the bliss she felt after relieving herself made her pretty horny. Even if she wanted to end the stream there, it’d take a while before she’d get to her bed and the box of her favourite sex toys; the colt was much more convenient.
She raised her hips before lowering them back on Snowy’s cock. The colt moaned, as if trying to back off, but Pipp held him in place, pinning his wings to the bed with her forehooves and riding on his dick. His wings squeezed some of Pipp’s pee out of the towels, staining his feathers.
The smell of her own pee made Pipp even hornier; she screamed in a most primal way, bringing herself to a powerful orgasm. She dropped on Snowy with her whole weight and the colt came too. His breath became ragged and he squealed in a mix of pleasure and pain from Pipp nearly crushing his pelvis. Pipp, still in the throes of her orgasm, barely felt his cum even when it dripped out of her. She kept riding it, humping the colt even as his erection died down and his dick slipped out of her. Soon, she came again, coating Snowy’s wings in a mix of her juices, pee, sweat, and the colt’s own cum.
“We’re not done…” she panted, holding him down when he tried to run. “Zipp, can you help me?”
She blinked and looked at her sister. Zipp sat behind the camera, her hoof placed on her clit. There was a wet spot on the carpet in front of her, but she stopped masturbating a while ago, instead looking at her sister, her eyes wide.
“Are you okay, Zipp?” Pipp asked.
“I can ask you the same question,” Zipp muttered. “Or him, for that matter.” She turned to Snowy, who slipped from under Pipp and jumped out of bed. “You okay there, dude?”
“Yes,” Snowy replied, shuddering and trying to wipe his wings.
“Get out, I need to have a talk with my sister,” Zipp said.
“He’s not getting out!” Pipp exclaimed. “The stream is not over.”
“Then I’ll get out.” Zipp walked to the door and left the room, slamming the door on her way out. She walked down the corridor. One of the guards picked the intense smell of sex from her and looked at her.
“Is everything okay?” he asked.
“Shut up,” Zipp replied and walked further down the corridor. Her stomach still felt like it was twisted in a knot; the sharp smell of Pipp’s piss still plagued her nostrils. She had to stop; she sat on the ground and put her hoof in her mouth, teasing her throat until she threw up on the floor. She felt bad for whoever had to clean it, but at this point she didn’t care; at least the smell of her own vomit drowned other smells. She just wanted to take a shower and hide in her room, never to come out.
Suddenly, she felt that someone was next to her. She turned back to see Pipp with a camera, looking at the puddle of vomit curiously.
“You know what, this could be interesting,” Pipp said. “Eating things and throwing up on the stream. We could donate the money to the Gastrointestinal Research Foundation… Hey, what are you doing?!” she cried when Zipp knocked the camera out of her hooves and smashed it to pieces. “Come back here, Zipp!”
Zipp galloped down the corridor, not looking back even once.