Bad Plans have Worse Ends

With a **** smile Katie stepped around Zoe’s prone form, her cup of coffee in hand and stepped inside, glancing back over her shoulder and encouraging the naked girl to follow her with a nod.

The red-head felt her cheeks burning brighter, her heart pounding as the shame caught up with her. Her upper thighs were slick, her feet dirty, her legs and lungs aching as she knelt naked on the porch, her best friend looking at her like this was ‘normal’ only made it worse. She hadn’t brought her a blanket, hadn’t even tried to help her get up. It was like she’d given up trying to fight it and was just accepting it on Zoe’s behalf – dealing with it like it was something to get used to rather than fight against.

“Are you coming?” Katie asked and then stopped herself, her eyes growing wider and her cheeks darkening as she laughed nervously “… I didn’t mean… uh… I mean I know you are but… like… coming inside I meant…”

Zoe squeezed her eyes shut, **** back a sob as she weakly nodded. Too exhausted to speak or defend herself.

She heard Katie cough and start to walk further inside. Zoe looked up at her retreating form; dressed in comfy clothes, her hair down, her hands nursing her coffee – she looked normal and it only made Zoe’s position feel even lower, even more helpless and absurd.

I just want my life back. I want things to be normal again. I need clothes. Please.

Zoe mewled as she eased herself back to her feet, her thighs were unsteady, trembling, and her feet felt numb, but after a moment to regain her balance, she was able to take a few tentative steps inside after Katie.

Clothes.

That’s what this whole streak had been for – please the collar and obey the magic; on the chance it might reward her. That there might be a way to reverse this. So far it felt like everything she did was making things worse.

Things were spiralling out of control.

Zoe closed the front door behind her, only now realising she’d been holding her breath. She sighed, whimpering as she leant back into it, her sensitive bare ass making soothing contact with the cold wood of the door, easing the heat from the crop marks.

The trauma, the adrenalin of her naked run was still pounding through her body, Zoe normally felt tired after a run of that distance – but the emotional exhaustion was too much. With trembling hands, the red-head covered her bare breasts and took a moment to just stand in the hallway, toes flexing against the coarse doormat, a wave of relief washing over her that she’d done it – she was back, she was safe – she had privacy again.

“39 minutes is good right?” Katie called from the kitchen conversationally.

Good for what?

It made Zoe wince again knowing she’d gotten that number from the collar’s voice.

“I… uh…” Zoe mewled, feeling pathetically lost. Her throat was dry, her lips, tasting strangely sweet from her orgasm, were parched.

Katie seemed to have anticipated this and re-emerged from the kitchen, a large glass of water in her hand.

“Sweetie, you need to rehydrate…”

Meekly Zoe took the glass. To her shame she had to use both of her hands to hold the glass, to stop it trembling, which meant she had to take her hands away from covering her breasts. The water was cool and refreshing, and she gulped it down gratefully, closing her eyes as she savoured it.

By the time she was done and she opened her eyes again, Zoe realised she was alone in the hall again – and she could hear Katie back in the kitchen.

“You’ll need to wipe your feet on the mat…” the blonde called over the sound of her rummaging through cupboards.

Zoe whimpered, cringing again before she shook her head and stomped a foot in confused irritation, why was Katie being like this?

“I… I’m going to try and uh… get dressed…” Zoe called, making her way to the stairs. She heard something clatter in the kitchen and Katie’s head emerged from the doorway. Zoe couldn’t read the blonde’s expression, but the girl looked torn… concerned…

“Ok… uh… sure… just uh, ok, you don’t want breakfast first? To talk?”

Zoe shifted on the stairs awkwardly, using one hand to cover her crotch and another arm to cover her naked chest.

“N-n-n-no Katie! I… I have to try… that’s why I just ran around town naked right – we had a plan?”

Katie’s eyelids fluttered before she nodded, “Ok – go um, try, and then, I’ll come up in a minute?”

Try?

Zoe felt her stomach flipping over with frustration, discomfort, anxiety. It was like since she left the house Katie’s entire faith in their plan had crumbled. The red-head knew it had been a bad plan, but it had been her only choice, her only option. Why was Katie being like this now? She needed the reassurance of her friend’s confidence – not… not this…

The red-head scurried up the stairs to her room – driven by protest, anxiety, frustration – she hurried to her closet, taking a deep breath before opening it. The disconcerting image of her illusionary dressed-self was reflected back at her in the closet door mirror.

“I did what you wanted… I ran for you… ok? You motivated me… you win… please… please… please…”

Zoe braced herself, opening the closet door and reaching towards one of her hanging sweaters…

Pain

The immediate white hot pain of the crop on her bare ass shattered Zoe’s world.

“Bad Girl! Good Ponygirls don’t wear clothes!”

Her heart broke, a yelp of horror and despair caught in her throat as she felt the tears come immediately. Her hips lurched forwards as she stomped her feet in a tantrum, slamming her closet door closed and collapsing to the ground.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” she cried in frustration and horror, one of her fists weakly pounding the floor in petulant anger. The collar's ominous silence taunted her now.

If this isn’t what you wanted what do I need to do?! Just tell me what I need to do!

She heard Katie’s footsteps rapidly climbing the stairs.

From her heap, Zoe tugged at the straps of the harness – her harness. The only thing she could apparently wear. She had ****,

Good Ponygirls must be harnessed.

She heard Katie’s voice from the doorway, quiet, sympathetic, “Oh Zo… I shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up…”

The naked girl sobbed, eyes closed, her mind reeling as she felt Katie’s arms wrap around her.

“I didn’t… it didn’t work…” she cried despairingly, “I don’t know what to do… I don’t know how to get out of this anymore… I ran around town completely naked for… for nothing! … I don’t know what it wants anymore… I want my life back!”

Ponygirl.

“Shhh its… it’s ok…” Katie held her tighter, “I’m sorry this has happened to you. Is happening to you… It’s… I know it’s scary. I’m terrified too. I… I had hoped this would work, but, seeing you this morning in your harness – the way the magic thing made you look dressed until… until you told me… it… the whole time you were gone on your run I was getting more and more worried that this wasn’t going to work… the way the magic clothes worked… it… it’s like I didn’t know how it could work with real clothes at the same time and… I was worried... I just… I’m sorry…”

Zoe choked back another sob and lifted her head to look at her friend, her bottom lip quivering, “What do I do now?”

Katie kissed her forehead softly, “Right now, you need to eat something… and probably have a shower… and then… I guess we’ll have to think of something else. Even if we can't stop this… I promise to be here for you ok? I’ll do everything I can to make this ok…”

Zoe whimpered, her voice weak, eyes pleadingly looking to Katie for reassurance, “I don't want to be a ponygirl...”

The blonde blinked, hesitating. It was only a split second but it was enough to stop Zoe’s heart from the horror of it. Katie timidly shook her head, “You’ll always be my best friend Zo...”