Sarah is an extremely nervous woman with an exhibition kink and a Mistress who's more than willing to indulge.

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Kink: Ponyplay, Exhibitionism

Many thanks to my wonderful girlfriend Dawn for pre-reading and quelling my anxieties.

This project was selected by my patrons for their December project!

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“And left foot, and right foot, and left foot…” the voice ordered, barely above a whisper.

Her Mistress dictated from the comfort of her lounging chair, swirling a small glass of white wine in her hand. She took a delicate sip from it as she watched her possession prance before her.

The pony followed through with her instructions, purposefully lifting her left leg and placing it in front of the right before doing the opposite. She enjoyed the attention that was being foisted upon her, loving the sensation of eyes upon her mostly naked flesh.

She wore attire that would’ve made reasonable society blush. Her bottom half was completely devoid of clothing while only a loosely tied corset of black leather offered her torso even the barest amount of protection. Two long black gloves covered her forearms. Though instead of ending in fingers, they instead cut off in a pair of faux hooves.

The centerpiece of all this gorgeous attire was a headpiece; an expertly crafted bit and bridle made of similarly dark material. Blinders denied her vision, a collar cradled her throat, and a bit rested between her lips, slowly accumulating spittle that she couldn’t hope to keep in.

Two vibrators rested upon her nipples, buzzing away, while a third was pressed between her folds, offering a more carnal form of stimulation. A thick plug of matching black material was squeezed inside of her rump and provided both a token discomfort and pleasure.

Left foot, and right foot…

She advanced through the small living room, slowly but with purpose, ensuring that she met her Mistress’ exacting standards.

Her Mistress seemed pleased with her, smiling as she continued to enjoy her beverage. If her plaything was supposed to be a pony, she was dressed like a rider with a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt that gave her a country girl charm.

Even if this country girl very rarely left the comfort of her city.

“Very good, my pony,” her Mistress dictated. “Please stop.”

The pony placed both of her feet upon the ground and watched as her Mistress rose. She came over and grabbed the reins that dangled from her pony’s headpiece.

The mere touch made the pony quiver, nickering as her Mistress’ grip tightened. The action was possessive but comforting, reinforcing that she belonged to this woman.

Her Mistress tugged upon the leads with one hand, getting her pony to stumble forth while she embraced her with her other arm.

“That was a very good performance, my love,” her Mistress said, kissing her upon the forehead. “But I believe it’s time for a break.”

She let go and fiddled with the various buckles and latches that kept this elegant headpiece together. One-by-one they loosened, falling away until finally the headpiece slid off.

The pony drew in a breath and closed her mouth, finally able to swallow the saliva that had been pooling upon her tongue. She offered a dopey smile and giggled as her Mistress got to work on the arm binders.

“How did I do?” the pony asked.

Her Mistress smirked. “You’ll be the pride of the show, Sarah.”

Sarah nodded. “Sarah and Mistress Kris, a dangerous combination.”

“We’re going to make quite the impression tomorrow,” Kris said. “You’ve gotten so good with your performance lately.”

Tomorrow.

Sarah swallowed a lump in her throat, hoping that her Mistress didn’t notice the slight inhale that she’d just taken. Though it would seem that she’d failed at being discreet as she noticed a concerned little glint within Kris’ green eyes.

The armbinders fell away and Sarah sighed in relief as the cool air of their apartment touched her so recently bound flesh.

“Are you still worried?” Kris asked.

She drew up behind Sarah but didn’t reach for the strings of her tight corset. Instead, she wrapped her dark arms around her lover’s pale waist, embracing her tenderly from behind. One of her hands trailed upwards and touched the purple collar around her throat.

A lock of her Mistress’ green hair rested upon her shoulder, a single colourful companion to the sea of natural brown that was Sarah’s own mane.

Sarah sighed. “I’ve just… I’ve never really done something like this before. Especially with groups. We did that one play party and you know how nervous I was.”

“I know,” Kris whispered. “But you seemed to have warmed up to it after a little while.”

“I did,” Sarah said, nodding in agreement.

Kris smirked. “And I know this sounds big and intimidating but really it’s maybe a dozen people at most. And you even know most of them. Plus, I know all of them personally, so I can vouch for them. It’s going to be a blast, I promise.”

“I just…” Sarah sighed. “I don’t know.”

“Just imagine all of those eyes upon you,” Kris commented, her voice bearing a husky edge.

Sarah drew in a half breath and allowed herself a thin smile. She did like to imagine all of those eyes upon her. She savoured the idea of having the gaze of a dozen different people watching her prance and be a beautiful show horse. The fantasy was such an appealing proposition.

She shivered at the thought of prancing and dancing as those people cheered her on. She thought about the bounce of her bare breasts and the sway of the colourful feathers placed within her headpiece. A part of her even thought about the many roving hands upon her naked body, people stroking at her flesh and sex, people maybe even pushing their fingers into her.

Kris cleared her throat and Sarah stirred.

“Were you fantasizing?” Kris asked.

Sarah giggled and nodded slowly. “Sorry, I uh… I really like the idea of being put on display.”

“See, isn’t that a fun little fantasy to play around with?” Kris asked. “Don’t you want to be a pretty pony for everyone to see?”

“Y-yeah.” Sarah sighed fondly and allowed a small smile to form. “Yeah, I do.”

“Then let’s go to this thing and have an absolute blast,” Kris said.

She kissed Sarah upon the shoulder before planting a couple more tender pecks down along her back. Her hands went for the strings of the corset and she started to untie them, loosening them one after another.

Sarah’s corset was never done up tightly, but still, she couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

“Anyways, did my pony have a fun session?” Kris asked. “Probably should’ve asked that right off the bat.”

Sarah let out a contented little noise. “I did.”

“Good because I always enjoy getting you into all of that gear,” Kris said, letting out an amused snort. “After all, we only spent several hundred dollars getting all of that stuff custom made.”

“Stupid expensive kinks,” Sarah groaned.

Kris gave her a little bit of room.

Sarah took the chance and moved over to the couch, plopping down upon it. She laid down and rested a hand against her forehead.

“If you think this is expensive, wait until you develop a latex fetish,” Kris teased. “Got into that years ago and my bank account still hasn’t recovered.”

She moved towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a filtered pitcher of water. She then filled two glasses and brought them over to the couch.

As she returned, Sarah sat up, making room for her girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

She touched the collar around her throat.

Mistress.

That felt like a far more appropriate title at the moment.

“Leaving that on?” Kris asked.

Sarah nodded. “Maybe just for a little while longer. If that’s okay with you?”

“Aww, is my precious pony still driven into the very depths of subspace?” Kris teased. She reached over and scritched her under the chin. “Well, I suppose you can wear it as long as you’d like.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Sarah whispered, smirking. “I uh… I guess that was a really good session.”

“Glad you enjoyed it so much,” Kris said.

She reached out and grabbed their remote, turning on the TV and quickly going over to one of the many streaming services that they were subscribed to.

A thin smile graced her lips as she worked. “But if you’re still in subspace then I’m going to take advantage of that and pick what we’re watching tonight.”

Sarah stuck out her tongue. “Go for it.”

Kris browsed through their catalog until she landed upon a cartoon about a young witch, selecting it.

Though Sarah didn’t complain. Kris had always been better at picking something for them to watch.

“By the way, did you get your shifts covered this weekend?” Kris asked.

Sarah bit her lip. “Yeah.”

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The Uber pulled up to the suburban home, coming to a stop before one a dozen cookie cutter designs. If Sarah didn’t know any better, she would’ve assumed that it was owned by some doctor, engineer, or tech bro who complained about city living.

But she knew the owners and knew that they were cool.

Kris said goodbye to the driver and the little sedan was off, leaving them alone on the boulevard.

The house was lit though the curtains were drawn. They were thick but betrayed that there were people inside, the vague silhouettes of a party that was just getting started.

The movement was enough to make a fresh lump form in Sarah’s throat. Though it was quickly squashed as Kris reached over, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“You’re going to do great,” she said.

Sarah nodded slowly. “I hope so.”

They approached the door and Kris knocked, doing so in a pattern.

One knock, two in quick succession, then one knock, then three in quick succession. A cutesy little code.

As the last knock was delivered, Kris threw off a smile. “Roger always did love his games.”

There was movement from the other side and soon the door opened, revealing a man who was a little older than themselves. He was tall and well built with a head of bountiful red hair. A small scar dotted his lip as he smiled.

This was the famous Roger.

“Glad you remembered the code,” he teased, winking at them. “Everyone else seems to have forgotten it tonight.”

“Can’t let your little spy roleplay go to waste,” Sarah shot back.

He ushered them inside and both of them stepped through the door.

Sarah took this moment to check out his outfit. It was strangely normal for something like this; just a simple polo shirt and a pair of jeans.

“And I’m happy that you could make it this time,” Roger said as he nodded towards Sarah. “Ever since Kris showed me photos of you in all that pony gear, I’ve been dying for a chance to see it in person.”

Sarah bit her lip. “I hope that you like it.”

At the mention of her gear, she felt the slight bite of her canvas satchel’s strap. It must’ve weighed only a couple pounds but adding the burden of her anxiety into the mix it seemed to weigh far more than that.

Roger offered a hand. “Can I help?”

Sarah grinned nervously and offered him the bag which he gladly took.

“Jesus Kris, what stories have you been telling this one?” Roger chided. “That she’d walk in and everyone would be butt naked and in the middle of a full-on sadism orgy or something?”

Kris rolled her eyes. “I’ve told her the truth but you know how brains can be when it comes to stuff like this.”

Roger nodded and then motioned towards the living room. “Well, I can tell you that everyone is just chatting in the living room right now.” He then winked at Sarah. “The other stuff comes after we’ve all settled in and I promise it’s far less exciting than whatever Gor fantasy you’ve been putting together in your brain.”

“Gor?” Sarah asked.

Kris snorted. “A very old BDSM book that has aged about as well as a block of unrefrigerated cheddar cheese.”

“Hey it has its charms,” Roger said, shaking his head. “Anyways, can I get you two anything to drink? Obviously, nothing alcoholic.”

“I’ll have a soda water with lime,” Kris said before glancing at Sarah. Sarah was about to speak but Kris cut her off. “And she’ll have a ginger ale.”

Kris then grinned at her.

“Oh my, I see someone is getting into their roles early tonight,” Roger teased. He then waved them off and moved towards another room. “But you two get settled, I’ll get your drinks.”

Kris waved as well before moving towards the living room.

Sarah’ legs felt stiff as she did the same. Even with the reassurance from Roger, she still expected to find something crass and uncouth taking place in the living room.

However, as she entered, she discovered that there were just a half dozen people around their ages chatting and sipping non-alcoholic drinks. They were dressed in clothing that was either casual or just a step above. No one was naked and the only hint that something kinky was taking place was that two of the guests were wearing collars. Though it could very well have been a fashion statement considering the type of outfits they wore.

This settled Sarah, though only little. After all, this was still a party and she was still the only person here who barely knew anyone. That was a whole different basket of anxieties to worry about.

“Kris!” a voice called.

A woman with blonde hair was ushering them over. She was gorgeous, wearing a lovely little sundress and a bright smile. Though she was also one of the only two people currently wearing a collar.

Her companion seemed to be a woman with tanned skin who wore a fine blouse and a pair of tight jeans.

“Lily!” Kris replied before making her way across the room.

Sarah could only follow, hoping that her smile did a convincing enough job of telling everyone that she wasn’t anxious.

Because she wasn’t anxious!

Nope, certainly not, not one bit.

“So, is this Sarah?” Lily asked.

Kris smirked. “Yeah, this is her. Finally managed to get her to come along for one of these things.”

She reached out and grabbed Sarah’s hand. It was comforting, doing far more to quell the rebellion in her mind than anything that she could possibly do. This mere touch told her that she had a lifeline, something to keep the rowdy torrent of emotions at bay.

“Yep, I’m uh… I’m Sarah,” Sarah said.

Lily grinned. “You remind me of how nervous I was during my first play party.” She winked at her. “I promise that it isn’t nearly as mysterious as your brain is making it out to be. It’s just like any other party unless you want it to be something more.”

“T-thanks,” Sarah said.

Kris gave her hand another comforting squeeze. “How about we slip on your collar? That might help with things.”

“Couldn’t hurt,” Sarah replied, biting her lip.

Kris reached into her pocket and pulled out a jewelry box. She had to let go of Sarah’s hand in order to open it.

Her collar was such a simple thing. Just a band of worn purple leather with a few silver accessories around it. The front had a nice big D-ring that glistened and the back had a matching latch made of a similar material.

It wasn’t the most intricate of designs but it was made with love, crafted by the very woman who was taking it out of the box.

Kris paused for a moment, realizing that she didn’t have enough hands for what she was about to do.

Lily snickered and silently offered hers, taking the box and placing it in her lap. She seemed amused as she watched the two of them.

“On your knees,” Kris ordered.

Her voice was soft but firm; an order delivered with only the most tender of voices imaginable.

Sarah felt heat in her cheeks as she got onto her knees, looking out upon the room. Most of the people continued with their conversations but more than a couple had turned their attention towards the little show that was taking place.

She drew in a shaky breath, shivering as she felt their gaze upon her. Their eyes were a potent aphrodisiac, toying with her poor little mind. If being watched while fully dressed was this nice, she couldn’t imagine what the pony session would be like.

Her panties rubbed against her swollen pussy as she leaked into them. She was apparently quite turned on by what was happening.

Kris reached out and brushed Sarah's hair out of the way before pulling the collar around her throat. She was gentle with her actions, pulling the band through the latch and giving just the right amount of slack. This ensured that there would be no risk to her pet’s well being.

Then she carefully latched it shut in the back before reaching up and ruffling her girlfriend’s hair.

“You two are adorable,” Lily teased.

Sarah drifted back into the moment, realizing that the party had started back up around them. Their little ceremony had been a distraction but a brief one. Though Sarah remained upon her knees, loving the presence of Kris’ hand within her hair.

“So, how have you two been doing?” Kris asked.

Lily shrugged. “Me and Veronica have been good. You know, just enduring the endless grind that has been the last two years.”

“Got my ass kicked by the booster shot,” Veronica said. She then flashed a smile at Sarah. “So, you’re Kris’ mysterious girlfriend?”

“Guilty as charged,” Sarah said.

Kris snorted. “I really need to figure out when I can schedule my booster.” She then shook her head. “But glad you two are doing okay. I’ve uh… the freelancing has been going pretty well lately.”

“Told you, you could make it as an author,” Sarah chided.

“Yeah, yeah but you seem to forget that I suffer from a crippling lack of ego,” Kris retorted. “A dangerously crippling lack of ego.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Your newest novella was pretty good by the way.”

Sarah smirked. “See!”

“Shush you,” Kris murmured, placing a dramatic hand against her forehead. “And please allow me to live with the comfort of knowing that I am nothing but a washed up has been who will never amount to anything in her pursuit of literary genius.”

“Can you believe her?” Sarah asked.

Lily shook her head. “I don’t know how you put up with her.”

Sarah couldn’t help but giggle.

Though it dawned on her that this was a real giggle and not one borne by the massive amount of anxiety she felt. No, it seemed like the bulk of the nerves had already left her body. One conversation, one joke, that’s all it took to cut the edge.

And now that she thought about it, maybe things were going to be alright. Just like Kris had promised.

Roger entered the room with two sodas in his hands and the absence of a canvas bag on his shoulder.

“How are you two doing?” he asked

“Pretty good. Just catching up with Lily,” Kris said.

Lily snorted. “Kris here is telling us that she’ll never amount to anything in her life.”

“Okay but your new novella was amazing,” Roger chided.

“Technicalities,” Kris teased. “I’ll be just another one hit wonder when my next book is out.”

“How do you put up with her?” Roger asked, playfully winking at Sarah.

Sarah giggled and took the drink. “With a whole lot of patience.”

There was suddenly a loud knock at the door and the conversation died down. It wasn’t extinguished but became more of a murmur than a full-fledged party.

“Ah, that must be Kathrine and Joules,” Roger said, glancing at Sarah. “They’re always the last ones here.”

He went for the door and a moment later two fresh faces arrived, bringing the total to just under a dozen overall. A bit of idle chit chat persisted as Roger prepared two more drinks for his newest guests.

Though once those were given out, he moved towards the middle of the room.

“Alright folks, I think that’s everyone who could make it out tonight,” Roger said. “I know most of you know the ground rules already but we also have a new guest with us tonight. So, I’m just still going to go over them really quickly.” He cleared his throat. “Safe words are to be exchanged before any activity. If you need a break then the guest bedrooms on the second floor are where you can take a breather while those on the first are meant for fucking. Absolutely no fornication in the living room. Also, try and remember to have fun.”

Sarah nodded along though she had no idea where the stairs were to the second floor, let alone the guest bedrooms.

“Anyways, Kris has offered us a little demonstration to start things off.” He turned towards them. “So, why don’t you two get ready for that?”

Kris nodded and took a step away from Sarah, offering a hand to help her get up.

Sarah was very aware of the eyes upon her as she rose, feeling the gaze of kind-of-friends and strangers upon her. They were sizing her up, appraising her before she was even in her gear. The knowledge of this filled her with a strange form of excitement which put a little extra swing into her step as she left the room.

Kris led the way to another room on the first floor. Inside was a pretty standard bedroom though their canvas bag was resting on the bed.

“Nervous?” she asked.

Sarah nodded. “A little. Though… I guess I’m also pretty excited.”

“It’s a good crowd and I’m sure you’ll impress them,” Kris said.

She glanced at Sarah and nodded, a silent command for her to shed her attire. There was no delay or foreplay in doing so as her shirt, pants, and undergarments all fell away from her body. She didn’t stop until there was nothing left besides for the little purple collar around her throat.

Kris smirked and placed her hands upon Sarah’s naked body. She immediately allowed one of them to drift between her legs as she stroked at her pet’s sex.

This made Sarah realize just how wet she’d become. A public collaring and she was already soaking, her thighs glistening with juices.

“Someone’s horny,” her Mistress teased.

Sarah whined. “I have an exhibitionism kink.”

“Slut,” Kris chided, nipping at her ear. “I should spank you for being such a depraved little toy.” She chuckled. “Or maybe I’ll get Roger to do it. That boy knows far more about impact play than anyone else in this house.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Sarah whispered.

Kris smirked. “Oh, don’t play coy. I know that you have a public use fetish, you slut. I know you’re probably thinking about me watching you like some sort of cuckquean as my friends use you one after another.”

Sarah hated how right she was as these little fantasies toyed with her mind. She thought about all the attractive people waiting outside and how it would feel to be tied to a table before them, ready for whatever uses they desired.

“Anyways, enough of that,” Kris said. “We need to get you ready for your performance.”

She reached into the bag and drew forth their black corset, pulling the material around Sarah’s waist. Once it was in place, she started to tighten the white thread in the back, causing it to cinch and compress, putting more of an hourglass into her beloved pony’s figure.

Kris tied it just a smidge tighter than usual, a little something extra for their performance. Not that Sarah minded, she was more than capable of handling something like this.

Next, her Mistress grabbed her specialized gloves, unzipping one of them and holding it open for Sarah.

Sarah slipped her hand within, feeling the tight material against her flesh. It was a nice sensation, even more so as she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation.

As the second glove went on, Sarah found that her hands were now hooves, useless for anything but looking pretty. She was at her Mistress’ mercy, a position she took much glee in occupying.

“God you really are turned on, aren’t you?” Kris teased.

Sarah smirked. “You have no idea.”

Kris drew forth a butt plug from their collection. Though unlike their usual selection, this one came with a tail that matched Sarah’s hair perfectly.

“Thought I’d get you something special for tonight,” Kris commented. “Can’t very well show off a horse that doesn’t have a tail.”

She knelt beside Sarah and grabbed the bottle of lube, cracking it open.

Sarah shivered as she heard the slick liquid squirt out and inhaled as she felt a pair of drenched fingers pressing against her backdoor. There was a hint of resistance but she was trained enough that these two digits slipped in effortlessly.

“Remember when we first tried butt stuff?” Kris asked.

Sarah snorted. “That felt like it was eons ago.”

“You were quivering at a single finger,” Kris added.

She started to pump her fingers in at a tender pace, venturing deeper and deeper with every passing moment. Her motions were tame, however, as this was something meant to warm her up and nothing more.

Sarah moaned, feeling her legs quiver. Though soon, the fingers slipped out of her tight little hole. Still, it wasn’t unoccupied for long as Kris began to push the plug into her rump. The new plug was as thick as what they usually used, meaning it sank in effortlessly and then remained anchored in place with equal ease.

Once finished, Kris wiped her fingers off on the canvas bag. She stood up but didn’t progress with dressing her pony. Instead, she took the chance to appraise her, examining how the tail looked.

There was a risk when it came to adding something new this late into the game. Chiefly, what if it didn’t look good?

“Mind wagging your tail for me?” Kris asked.

Sarah nodded and wiggled her hips, feeling the tail swish behind her. The artificial hair felt nice upon her skin, appropriate. It filled her mind with more perverted little endorphins that she couldn’t possibly say no to. Though this had a feedback effect upon her psyche, making her wag even harder.

At the very least, she liked it.

“Alright, alright, wag any harder and it's going to pop out,” Kris teased.

Sarah stopped and drew in a breath. “S-sorry.”

Kris went over to the bag and grabbed a pair of smallish clamps with little bells attached to them. She pinched them open and then allowed them to clamp down upon Sarah’s tender teats.

The pain was minimal but the pressure was enough to etch forth a little noise from the back of Sarah’s throat.

Kris giggled and gave one of the bells a little flick, causing it to jingle. “You’re adorable when you squeak.”

“Got to have some redeeming qualities,” Sarah whispered.

Kris rolled her eyes. “I think you have plenty of redeeming qualities.”

She grabbed the final piece of attire, her headdress. It was spruced up for the occasion, the usual black now accented with a rich head of colourful feathers that seemed to come from every spectrum of the rainbow. It made the usual drab material really stand out. Just an ideal piece of attire for the performance they were about to undertake.

The headpiece approached and Kris pulled it over top of Sarah’s head. Thankfully, her hair was already in a ponytail, meaning there was little that got in the way. The material felt nice against her complexion and she already felt so much more confident.

Her mind started to dance upon the edge, balancing on the precipice of being Sarah and being just a mere animal. It was a nice place to occupy, one that seemed to shed all of the petty anxieties and inhibitions that came with being human.

Kris whistled softly as she affixed the leather, pulling straps tight and clicking latches. It took a couple moments but soon the headpiece was firmly in place with only one accessory missing.

Before this was brought out, however, Kris grabbed a bottle of water.

“Hydration,” she instructed.

A simple one-word request though in Sarah’s current state even that word felt like it was far too much for her to understand.

But she got the message soon enough as Kris placed the bottle against her lips. She sipped from it without delay. It wasn’t like she was thirsty but she knew how much she’d drool in that headpiece.

Then, after a few generous gulps, Kris drew the bottle away, placing it upon the dresser.

This left one final item.

Kris drew forth the bit. It was made of rubber though painted silver to mimic the metal of a normal horse’s bit.

Sarah opened her mouth and whinnied softly as she felt the material slip between her lips. It was soon anchored in place, attached to the various straps that held her headpiece together. And with that, the outfit was complete.

“You look amazing,” Kris teased.

Sarah felt amazing. It was like every fibre of her being had been supercharged by some untapped source of lustful energy. Her eyes went half-lidded and a pleasured energy coursed through her entire being. It was nice, feeling like this.

There was something so appealing about being owned, being the property of a kindly owner who took such care in making sure she stood out and shined. Then her addled brain reflected on what was waiting outside this room, a whole host of other people who were just waiting to devour her with their eyes.

Sarah couldn’t help but moan.

She felt a hand tug upon her reins as Kris held them tightly.

There was a coy little smile upon her Mistress’ lips.

“Let’s not keep our audience waiting, pony,” Kris teased.

She gave the reins a gentle tug and together they made their way towards the door. Before Sarah was even aware of it, they were back in the hall.

The murmur of conversations could be heard, coming from the living room.

A swarm of butterflies flew around within Sarah’s stomach and her legs momentarily felt weak. She fought back against these sensations, however, feeling the calming presence of her Mistress course through her iron grip upon the reins.

Soon, they were at the precipice of the room and a hushed silence settled into place.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Kris said. “And thank you for your patience going into this.”

And just like that Sarah was brought into the room. She kept her head up high and tried her best to remain calm. Though she soon felt the heat of so many eyes upon her mostly naked body.

“And prance!” Kris dictated.

Sarah did as she was told as she lifted her legs high and marched forwards with purpose.

She spared a look to her audience and saw the many faces staring at her. All of them looked on with a mixture of awe and pleasure. She was being consumed, being viewed by these relative strangers. And yet, there was no panic within her breast, no worry within her mind. Instead, all she felt was a raw sense of pleasure, of being seen in such a fashion.

It was the beauty of the pony that was being appraised and not Sarah directly. That distinction seemed to be important at quelling her anxiety.

“Nice pony!” Lily called.

Kris chuckled. “Isn’t she?”

Sarah continued to march, following her Mistress’ slow advance. She was very much aware of the moisture between her legs, feeling the slick arousal clinging to her sex.

One foot went before the other as she continued onwards with dedication. Her face flushed with shame as she felt more strands of depraved pleasure leak along her inner thighs. It was so strange, feeling such unashamed lust at this moment.

“And stop!” Kris ordered.

Sarah was so in the zone that she almost continued with her little march. Though thankfully, she managed to catch herself and came to a dead stop in the middle of the room. As she halted, the little bells tugged at her nipples and jingled in the air.

Their cute little chime made Sarah whinny for what must’ve been the dozenth time that night.

There were a couple of people who clapped at the display, offering their token appreciation. It was a sign that she’d done good, that she was a good pony who was being cheered on for her performance as a pony. The praise was so nice, exactly what she needed to hear.

Kris drew in a breath. “Now what other tricks can we show off?”

She slackened her grip and allowed the lead to lengthen, giving a couple of feet of space for the two of them to separate.

“Alright let’s try out a trot,” Kris ordered.

Sarah nodded and started to bound around the room in a little circle, trotting to the best of her human capabilities. It wasn’t quite a run as there was a bit more bounce to her step but she still moved with a respectable speed, like a quick walk.

Every bounce made Sarah’s breasts wobble and the little bells chime. She felt her saliva pool and spill forth, making such a mess of the bit. It also dripped down upon her collarbone and breasts.

Though she enjoyed the attention that her depraved state had borne. She enjoyed it immensely.

She was being degraded before these people. Though it didn’t feel like degradation at this moment. After all, she was nothing more than a dumb animal that was being eyed up and consumed. It was like going to the racetracks on a Sunday, a chance to watch the silly ponies prance.

And that’s all she had to concern herself with, entertaining her audience.

Finally, Kris whistled and Sarah came to a stop.

“Would my pony be willing to let people touch her?” she asked.

Sarah’s eyes widened as she thought about it, wondering if she could take that last little step. Though in the end, how could a pony possibly say no to an offer like that?

So, she nodded.

“Alright, if you’re interested come on up and feel what a real show horse feels like,” Kris said.

A few people got up and formed a loose circle around Sarah. For a moment, none of them moved, unsure of who should be the first to reach out and grope her. Though finally, one of them rested an arm upon her side, tenderly stroking it.

This seemed to open the floodgates as more people came forth to offer their own praise and kindness.

Though these first few touches were not totally sexual in nature. They seemed to be aimed more at stroking her sides and shoulders. It was like patting down a proper horse and not a woman currently pretending to be one.

Sarah nickered and tugged upon her reins.

“Want more?” Kris asked.

Sarah nodded again.

“Well, you heard the pony, pet her wherever you’d like,” Kris said, a dangerous edge entering her voice.

Soon the hands got a little bolder as a wash of people started to fondle her breasts and grope at her ass. Someone commented about how wet she was as their fingers prodded at her folds. Though this voice sounded so distant when it was registered by a mind that was as high on hormones as her own.

It was hard to tell who was around her and who was touching her at this moment. The blinders made it difficult to see though she kind of liked it that way. She liked the idea of faceless figures using her in such a crass fashion. It was alluring, tempting, feeding into the strange maelstrom that was her mind.

Kris snorted. “I think you guys are about to drive her even deeper into subspace.”

The attention lasted for a few more moments before Kris clapped her hands together. Then, all at once, the hands pulled back, their owners returning to their respective seats.

Kris came up alongside Sarah and placed a hand upon her waist. Her touch was cool, revealing just how hot that little exercise had left her. At that moment, she could feel every bead of sweat, surprised that any one person could hold that much fluid in their body.

“Why don’t you give out benefactors a bow?” Kris asked.

Sarah did so, bowing at the waist and clopping a foot upon the ground in proud satisfaction. She then snapped back up, feeling a rush overcome her.

“Well thank you for that little performance,” Roger said. “Been ages since we got to see something so elegant at one of these parties.”

Kris chuckled. “Glad we could help.”

“Can we get a round of applause for Kris and Sarah?” Roger asked.

A few claps rang out, polite and not rowdy in nature. It gave off the air of being high class without being overdone. It was a nice little token to end things with.

Kris did an about face, tugging upon the lead to get Sarah to do the same. “And prance!”

Together the two of them left the room, returning to the hall and into the little guest bedroom that had been set aside for them.

“That was fantastic, babe!” Kris beamed.

She was upon Sarah in a moment, dipping forwards and giving her a kiss upon the cheek. Her hand then rested upon the bit as she started to wiggle it free. It came loose soon enough and Sarah drew in a shaky breath as she was finally able to close her mouth.

“Water,” Sarah whispered.

Kris reached out and grabbed a bottle, offering it to Sarah.

Sarah drank from it without delay, not stopping until every last drop had been consumed.

She suddenly felt her mind return to her, and with it, a sudden fatigue. Carefully, she stumbled towards the bed and plopped down upon it, letting out a sigh of relief.

“How did I do?” Sarah asked.

Kris snorted. “That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You were just… so in the zone, babe!”

She reached out and started to unlatch the headpiece, doing away with the complex straps that kept it in place. One by one they fell away, falling to the side until her head was liberated from its confines and the heavy leather was pulled away.

With Sarah’s head now free, Kris reached out and stroked her cheek, giving her tender little scritches under the chin. Sarah purred at the affectionate touch, positively melting against her girlfriend.

“Nice little treat to end things off with,” Sarah quipped.

Kris nodded though let her hand fall away as she started to work on removing the rest of the pony gear, starting with the tail that made sitting down more a little awkward. She quickly pulled it out and placed it within a large Ziplock bag.

The sudden emptiness was strange and drew forth a disappointed little note from the back of Sarah’s throat.

“Relax,” Kris teased. “I’m sure we can find someone at this party who’d be willing to put something else up there.”

Sarah smirked. “Promise?”

Kris nodded and placed the sterile Ziplock bag back in the canvas satchel.

“So how was that for your first play party?” Kris asked.

Sarah sighed fondly. “Absolutely and positively exhilarating. I don’t think I’ve felt this alive in a very long time.”

“Glad I could get you to come out here then,” Kris said.

Sarah nodded.

“Do you want to fool around with anyone else?” Kris asked, looking up at her. “No pressure, of course.”

“You did say someone might be into butt stuff but I think that I’d maybe like to uh… try getting spanked by Roger,” Sarah said, biting her lip. “And also, I wouldn’t mind hooking up with Lily and her Dom if they’re open to it.”

“Oh, they would absolutely be game,” Kris said, winking at her.

The corset fell away and Sarah drew in a deep breath, feeling the pressure finally taken off of her waist.

And lastly, Kris started to work on the gloves. They were the easiest thing to fiddle with as they soon opened and fell away.

With the leather and latex now gone, Sarah became very aware of just how much she’d been sweating over the course of all this. Her skin was coated in a sticky shroud and her muscles were more than a little fatigued. Part of her wanted to take a nap, though another part couldn’t very well say no to the party that was surely picking up by now.

“How about we take a couple minutes to cuddle before heading back out?” Kris offered. “Give you a chance to catch your breath.”

Sarah nodded. “That uh… that actually sounds like a pretty good idea.”

She fell back upon the bed and was joined a moment later by Kris who slid in behind her.

Kris threw her arms around her waist, holding her close. Her presence was warm and reassuring. Plus, her touch was enough to help push away some of the aches present in her body.

“So, do you want to do this again?” Kris asked.

Sarah smirked. “Definitely.”

“Good because… I loved seeing you in all of that gear,” Kris teased. Her hand started to trail a circle along Sarah’s side. “You know, there’s that outdoor kink convention that happens in the summer.”

Sarah’s face lit up to a very pronounced shade of red.

That was a lot of people. That was a whole lot of people with a whole lot of eyes.

Sarah could still remember getting flustered when they went last year and she’d been in regular clothes. But at the same time, that was also a lot of people who’d be willing to watch a pristine show horse prance about.

A whole lot of people with a whole lot of eyes.

“Something to work towards,” Sarah conceded, letting out a nervous chuckle.

Kris nodded. “Something to work towards.”

A moment went by, a brief tick of silence.

“Thanks for getting me into this, by the way,” Sarah said.

Kris smirked and kissed her on the back of neck. “And thank you for being my pony.”

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