Go!

Zoe flew down the street, her bare feet slapping lightly across the wet asphalt.

The storm had left the world dark and cold; wind howled through the trees, causing their disturbing silhouettes to stretch before her and sending clouds of leaves bellowing across the street. High above, the sky swirled like an angry ocean, swirling, spiralling all around with dizzying chaotic flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder. It was like running into a nightmare, and the only light Zoe had to clutch to was the low purple haze of the early dawn and Katie’s smile… the feel of her lips…

She kept her back arched, her body weight tipped further forward than her usual running gait, arms pumping, and up on the balls of her feet, just like the video had instructed.

Focus.

The rain from the night before left the ground shiny, covered in thousands of tiny mirrors, puddles of water that refracted and shattered her reflection. A thousand images of herself, a thousand mocking visions of her fake clothes and the collar around her neck. Zoe grit her teeth and ran through them, her feet splashing lightly through cool puddle after cool puddle. The air tasted metallic, thick with an energy that Zoe couldn’t describe. It was humid and yet ice cold, and she struggled to process the feel of the breeze as it danced so maddeningly across every inch of her naked skin.

Breathe.

The world felt eerily devoid of life - every window of every house was dark, there were no car on the roads and the traffic lights at the end of the street cycled through their colours to no one, swaying in the wind. It just made the naked girl feel even more alone, even more **** - the world was a dark and forbidding place full of monsters.

She steadied herself as best she could – Zoe knew she had to pace herself, she couldn’t get panicked or distracted, she had to focus… really focus…

Her gaze fixed to a point in the ground that was always a few dozen yards ahead, her ponytail bobbing along behind her head, her bare breasts swaying in their humiliatingly familiar rhythm.

I’m running naked in public… again…!!

The crop caught her ass and the naked girl set her jaw with a whimper through the sharp slap of pain, obediently increasing her pace by the tiniest margin. She’d learnt now, run too slow and she’d get whipped constantly, but run too fast and she’d burn out… Zoe had to ride that perfect middle ground, run just as fast as the crop encouraged and no faster. Her bare nipples, erect in the cool morning air were teased by the blowing wind and tugged by the invisible fingers, steering her left and right. Zoe realised she no longer questioning them, she just went where she was told – worrying about where she was being taken was wasted energy. Her legs, pumping away beneath her, made light work of the ground as she **** herself to run… step after step after step…

All her life when she’d run, Zoe had been able to find a rhythm, a sort of harmony between her body and mind that let her drift off, to let her instincts take her through stride after stride. She couldn’t do that now, the collar wanted her alert, it wanted her to suffer through every gruelling step, every pace. It wanted her to pay attention to her running. It was the only thing that mattered.

Ponygirls just run.

Zoe let her pace drop by only a fraction, before she felt the vicious sting of the crop again, spurring her on.

“Good girl!”

She moaned quietly; ashamed, not only of the patronising words but that deep down she felt a tiny swelling of pride that just made her hate herself a little bit more.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

I'll beat you.

Another tug on her nipple, left, then right, then left again… Zoe obeyed every time, constantly fighting to steady her breathing, to shake off the cold, to keep her legs pumping at the right pace, to brace for the sting of the crop and placing her bare feet exactly where she needed them. It was constant, never-ending, exhausting running. Her lungs hurt, her muscles ached, her breathing caught cold and sensitive in her throat as she swallowed down the humiliation. Running on naked past house after house, their occupants sleeping soundly, unaware, unknowing of the mortifying display she was putting on just outside their windows.

Zoe felt apart from the world now – separate from it. She was running through a human world but she no longer felt connected to it. The rules and concerns of everyone else were so far beyond her mind that they felt pointless… meaningless… Other people thought about their families… their careers… what they would have for breakfast and what they would watch on TV that night… They got to think about what they would wear…

Not other people, Zoe loathingly chastised herself, people.

But I’m not a person am I… I’m a ponygirl…

All Zoe had to worry about was –

A crash of lightning exploded above her, so sudden and bright that it interrupted her thoughts and made the redhead squeal, jumping to her side in alarm and earning another hard sharp crack of the crop. The sudden bright light left her eyes struggling to adjust for several moments and the girl got the disconcerting sense that the street around looked different for a few seconds. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, only to jolt with a wince as she bumped her thigh against a parked car she was sure hadn’t been there a moment ago...

FOCUS.

Zoe barely registered where the collar was steering her, the tugs on her nipples drove her maddeningly down street after street. Breasts swaying… ass hot… pussy still tender from the night before… nipples almost throbbing from their constant teasing… Zoe’s whole body was aflame with a discomfort that teetered on the edge of cathartic, perverse, pleasure.

“Good girl!”

When she reached campus, another flash of lightning illuminated the sky and plunged the buildings all around her into silhouette. In the instant that the sky was lit so brightly Zoe could swear she saw a huge, looming shape of pure black out of the corner of her eye. A solid shadow where the athletics track should’ve been. As though, for a split second, there’d been something huge right there, a building that didn't exist, illuminated by the lightning…

I’m… losing it…

Zoe shook her head frantically, rushing on to the obedient crack of the whip as the tolling of a distant bell rung out across the deathly quiet landscape. It's sound rolled and drifted on the wind, it's pitch and volume disturbingly distorted.

Run Ponygirl.

Running into the forest only increased Zoe's sense of dread. This place has always felt like a friendly, enchanted wood - that Zoe pictured streaming with golden sunlight and filled with fluffy little animals... now it felt almost... corrupted. The trees were dark, spiky husks, looming over her like the stems of giant thorns. The roiling sky, a thunderous maelstrom of purple and grey flashed white light down around her, flashes of images that clung to her vision like ghosts. Images of the world but different... of trees in the wrong place and flowers that weren't there... bulbous with black petals, their pink centres resembling the sensitive folds of a vagina.

FOCUS.

Zoe's panic rose as she was tugged by her nipples down the wooded path, her bare feet squelching through the loamy soil, still wet from the rain, small specks of mud kicked up behind her. Something was wrong... she could just feel it. It felt like someone was laying traps ahead of her just out of sight, like there was some shadowy figure behind the next tree and around the next bend waiting for her...

“Good girl!”

“Nnggugh!” Zoe moaned back in quiet acknowledgement as the crop caught her ass again and it was only now, as she sprinted on towards the edge of the forest, that Zoe started to think about the very immediate consequences of what she was doing… what she was about to do. Yesterday felt like a lifetime ago, but until then she had been running to survive… now, now she was running to qualify… but what did that mean?

She didn’t know – and she felt her unease spill over into existential terror.

Something is going to happen to me.

Zoe grit her teeth. She was going to qualify. Whatever it meant, whatever it was, it had to be better than this… right? It had to be. All this running, all the whipping, all the pain… the collar had told her if she ran fast enough, she’d qualify… that had to mean reward… it had to be better than this…

So why were the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end…? And why was a voice in the back of her mind screaming at her that she was making a mistake…?

NO! Don’t think… just breathe… focus… RUN…

Zoe **** the dissenting voices quiet, struggling to think as her right nipple was tugged and she turned again with an obedient whimper. Another voice, something far more primal and base called out to her… You’ll get to orgasm…

If Zoe had been alert to it, she would’ve noticed that she whinnied.

I’ll get to orgasm…

She hated herself for it, but she wanted that. She wanted to cum. She needed it. For all of the suffering, she would go through it all again just for that one moment of white hot bliss – of being taken to heaven by the collar for being a good girl.

“Good girl!”

I’m a good girl!

Zoe burst from the enclosure of the forest, gasping like she’d come up for air as the world opened up around her. Her feet finding grass, then asphalt, leaving a trail of muddy footprints behind her.

Left. Right. Straight on…

The crop caught her again and Zoe whimpered, mewling as she pushed herself with one final effort. She looked up to see their porchlight… to see Katie’s silhouette against it… the blonde was pacing, her phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other, wrapped in a thick cardigan.

Zoe’s vision was blurred from her movements, she could tell Katie was waving and calling to her, but she couldn’t hear her over another crash of thunder overhead, another bolt of lightning that exploded low across the sky. In the same instant, Zoe felt a great roar, a rushing of wind and spray behind her as she realised a sheet of rain, heavy, constant, was rushing in down the street, consuming everything. Blowing in seemingly impossibly, chasing her to run faster and faster....

For a moment she dared glance back, seeing the wall of water storming up behind her, gaining with every pace.

Go. Go. Go.

It was just rain. And yet the idea of getting caught in it terrified the naked girl, as though it were a thousand hands trying to pull her back, to slow her down.

Another crack of the crop, Zoe cried out helplessly.

The roaring grew louder… louder… louder…

She pounded the asphalt. Her bare feet skidding across their front lawn before she dived towards the front door, hands outstretched, catching herself before she slid to her knees, panting, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

The world exploded with noise as the rain crashed into the roof of the porch a moment later.

Did I make it?

Katie was talking somewhere above her, but Zoe couldn’t understand her over the roar of the raindrops, the thunder, her breathing and her heartbeat…

“Required Distance completed in 38 Minutes, 11 Seconds – a new standard has been set!”

I… I did it!

“Qualification Achieved – Welcome to the Paddock… Good Ponygirl!”

Zoe’s back arched violently, gasping for air as her toes curled and her hand lost purchase on the door. She squealed, moaning like an animal as her body exploded with white hot bliss.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

The pleasure was euphoric, thundering through her core in waves of electric bliss that Zoe couldn’t contain. The humiliation of having another orgasm in front of Katie was lost in the sea of pleasure.

“Good Ponygirl!”

Wait

Zoe screamed, her first orgasm interrupted violently by a second, making her hips buck, her ass thrusting backwards. Her body whipped back and forth, the waves of pleasure coursing through her from each climax now collided at once. Her mind, overloaded, struggled to process any coherent thoughts.

“Good Ponygirl!”

SSStop!

A third orgasm joined the others. Zoe couldn’t breathe, her mind, already unable to cope, started to shut down to protect itself. Was the collar broken? The layers of pleasure started to overwhelm every neuron in her head.

Her mind bending orgasms were followed by another… and another… and another… seemingly endlessly as her consciousness faded...

“Good Ponygirl! … Good Ponygirl! … Good Ponygirl!... Good Ponygirl!...”