A Renewed Sense of Purpose

It took all of Zoe’s willpower to keep putting one bare foot in front of the other.

Step… step… step… step… Push!

She felt the warm breeze of another passing car wash across her naked body, her skin shiny with perspiration. Zoe's bare breasts bounced rhythmically with every step as she ran along the sidewalk – and the fact that she was getting used to their rhythmic movement, exposed to the air, only furthered her humiliation.

She was running naked in the middle of the afternoon on a busy street – her only protection the illusion of a tiny runners outfit.

Don’t think about it… don’t think about it… don’t think about it…

She still felt the stares – even if the outfit conjured in the minds of everyone that looked at her was technically decent, it didn’t leave much to the imagination. Zoe whimpered as another car sped past, feeling another wave of air rushing against her nakedness.

They can't see... Don't think about it...

She tried to keep track of her pace, but it was impossible. The straps mercilessly teased at her pussy and her nipples were achingly hard from the constant toying and stroking tugs that steered her at every turn. Her lungs and legs ached, but she pushed through the discomfort and the heat – she had to run faster, she had to…

Somewhere in the back of her mind a tiny voice was screaming at her that she was going too hard too early, but in her frantic state Zoe pushed it down desperately.

Running by a woman carrying groceries Zoe winced, she couldn’t help it, she was only feet away from this woman, living her normal life, wearing her normal clothes. She looked serene in her finely cut jacket, while Zoe relied entirely on her curse to keep her from seeing her how she really was – a naked, sweaty, **** girl… a ponygirl...

“Good girl!”

The collar cooed exactly as Zoe and the woman passed each other. It’s sadistic, humiliating voice causing the woman to turn, “Excuse me?!”

No… god why…?!

Zoe ran on, squeaking, terrified and humiliated – desperately praying that she hadn’t heard exactly what the collar had said; fighting the tears in her eyes as she tried to ignore everything else around her and just focus on the time.

39 Minutes…

“Slut…” she heard the woman murmur behind her back and Zoe cringed, increasing her speed even further, her thighs pleading with her as her mind **** her to run faster... to run away from it all. She was almost thankful when her right nipple tugged and she followed obediently around the corner and out of the woman's sight.

The collar hadn’t spoken up about her pace being below the standard – which Zoe hoped was a good sign that she was above her previous best. She needed to find just 35 seconds on her previous time…

Push… Push… Push… Come on Zoe...

“Good girl!”

She moaned with anger and pride … then cringed in realisation. Lungs bursting, Zoe snorted, and shook her head, frantically trying to shake the warm sense that flooded her at hearing the collar say those words. She knew it wasn’t real, that she was being demeaned, humiliated and patronised – but she knew those words meant she was probably ahead of her best… and that made her feel good… it gave her hope… it meant she might qualify…

Qualify… Get my future back… Keep pushing

Zoe ran on, unable to stop herself thinking about her future; she knew it hung by a thread, and she was holding on to it for dear life. She wanted to be normal again. To live a normal life, with a normal job, and a normal house… to get married, to have children, to wear clothes… to be free to make her own choices, to run when she wanted, to do what she wanted… to be a girl… not a ponygirl...

She tried not to think about the abys her future would be if she let go… What would the life of a ponygirl be? Would she be no better than an animal? Humiliated, whipped and tortured, **** to run when she didn’t want to… **** to cum when she didn’t want to… never wearing shoes again… never wearing clothes again... Zoe choked back a sob thinking about the last outfit she’d worn… the last outfit she’d ever wear if she didn’t run…

She was in a tunnel, chasing a single point of light - a single hollow promise of escape from this nightmare. She would qualify for ‘The Paddock’ – The implications of that terrified Zoe, but she didn’t have a choice. She was in this nightmare now – if the only way out of it was to somehow go deeper for a hope of coming out the other side, then it was the only thing she could do.

She pushed herself harder, her body pleading, thighs burning...

Katie had said it best… if the collar made Zoe run that little bit faster every day, she would, inevitably have to run under 39 minutes eventually and she’d ‘qualify’ regardless. It was a matter of when, not if – the only question was how fast did Zoe want to rip that Band-Aid and find out how deep this rabbit hole went?

“Maybe when you join ‘The Paddock’ it’ll be like a club? Maybe there’s other girls in the same situation? Maybe they might be able to help?”

Katie’s words echoed in her head. Zoe didn’t know how much she trusted any of those thoughts, were there really more ‘ponygirls’ out there? Some secret club of magically enslaved naked women running for their lives? Running around the world unseen, hidden by magic like she was?

How many women would’ve made the same stupid wish as me?!

Katie paced across the porch, staring at the phone in her hand. She restlessly dragged down from the top to check the timer - 21:58 – so she should be just over half-way now…?

The waiting was excruciating.

Focus on something else.

She knew there was nothing she could do except worry, and worrying about something you couldn’t control was a waste of energy – at least, that’s what her mother had always told her. She couldn’t help Zoe run, she could only wait for her to get back, but she could keep searching the internet.

Katie let go of the timer, letting it ping back into place at the top of the screen as she continued her absent-minded scrolling through search result after search result.

It didn’t seem to matter what combination of words she tried, she never seemed to find anything that really helped with Zoe’s situation.

“Real Magic” – “Collar” – “Ponygirl” – “Wish” – “The Paddock” – “Spiral Website”

Nothing but fetish sites and pages promising new-age healing.

Junk.

Tossing her blonde hair as she leant on the railing, Katie sighed in defeat. If she wanted answers, maybe talking to Zoe’s collar was the only way to get them.

She pulled down on the timer again – 24:06 – Did time always move this excruciatingly slowly?

The summer sun was drawing long shadows across the deck, whilst all around her the lazy hubbub of their suburban street buzzed with constant activity; four doors down, Mr Peters had stopped his lawn-mowing to accept a drink from his wife. Across the Street, a FedEx truck was dropping off a parcel while cars slowly passed. A couple walking their dog gave her a cursory smile from the sidewalk.

Katie bit her lip, knowing somewhere out there, in their seemingly normal world, was Zoe...

She couldn’t stop her imagination filling her head with images of Zoe’s gorgeous naked body, collared and harnessed, running frantically along in the sunshine. Her Red ponytail bobbing in time with her perky little tits, her flawless legs pumping step after step, her tight ass exposed to the invisible crop, her cute little snatch glistening…

Oh fuck.

Katie shook her head frantically clearing the image from her mind, only for her eyes to linger on the spot by the front door, the place she’d watched Zoe orgasm so powerfully more than once… Zoe’s cute pink cheeks, her pouting red lips, her pleading eyes as she came so loudly… What’s wrong with me!?

Nervously, she glanced up and down the street, as though any of their neighbours might be able to read her mind, or her thoughts might cause horns to sprout from her head and betray her.

Zoe had made a wish, and it had been granted. Her best friend had turned herself into a ‘ponygirl’ – and while Katie didn’t know what that meant, there was something dark calling up deep inside of her that wanted to find out. She wanted to see what the magic could do.

Why did it make her chest feel tight? She felt nervous, electric tingles flooding through her, part anxiety, part… arousal? She knew the idea should horrify and terrify her, and yet – it didn’t, at least not completely. Because there was a tiny voice in the back of her head, calling out to her... Zoe has always been entitled, lazy... maybe this was a good thing... If she hadn't been lazing around at home all day while I was at work, she wouldn't have found that website... She did this to herself...

The thoughts made things worse for Katie, as she felt the self-doubt and the guilt swirling around with all the other sensations flooding her. She tried to clear her mind, shivering to compose herself as she checked the timer again – 28:44.

She gazed down to the street corner, anticipating the sight…

Tick-Tock Zo…

The breeze was turning humid and there a metallic taste to the air, a storm was coming…