Show Pony

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."