Good Ponies Don't Wear Clothes

“No…” Zoe moaned, helpless, even as her heart leapt into her throat.

“Did it just…?” Katie gasped.

Her best friend was looking right at her, she cringed, **** back another cry of despair as she started to use her feet to step out of her running shoes.

“Zo! What are you doing?! Stop!” Katie shrieked, panicked, her hands reaching out to Zoe to try to make her stop.

“I have to…” the red-head moaned, her shame building. She’d never been instructed to do anything like this before by the voice, and it scared and humiliated her, but Zoe knew the consequences if she didn’t – the wicked feel of the crop, she dreaded what else the collar could do to her...

****, she tugged down her leggings, revealing her bare pink mound to her housemate, her long toned legs and firm ass exposed, her only garment left her sports bra. Zoe closed her eyes, unable to bring herself to look at Katie.

The blonde was gasping, turning away in her own embarrassment, “Zoe this… this is not ok!”

The red-head sobbed harder as she frantically grabbed at her bra and pulled it off and over her head. Whimpering, standing naked in their living room, in front of her best friend. Her body pink, pussy still hot from her **** orgasm, nipples erect from their teasing – skin flushed and hot from her run.

“Good ponies don’t wear clothes. Good girl!”

The voice cooed in sinister mocking. Zoe mewled, covering herself with her hands, mortified and ****.

Pony…

Pony?!

That word cut into Zoe, confused and horrified her as more waves of existential dread flushed through her – the sinister tone of the collar, it’s sadistic instructions, were getting worse and worse and the red-head could only tremble, holding her naked body tightly, afraid of what it would command her to do next. Weakly she looked up at Katie, humiliated, her bare feet scuffing at the floor.

“I’m sorry… I have to…” the red-head mewled, ashamed of how pathetic she knew she sounded. How pathetic she knew she looked.

I’m standing naked in a collar in front of Katie… and I just came…

Katie had her back to her, her hands over her eyes and it made Zoe feel even more helpless and alone – the guilt and humiliation of Katie seeing her like this, for dragging her friend into this, only made the situation even more awkward than it already was.

Zoe waited for the voice to say more, for there to be another command to follow, but it lay silent around her throat again. A moment passed, and then another...

Katie didn’t turn around, “C-c-can… can you get dressed again now?”

Zoe mewled, reaching down for her leggings only to shriek, leaping up and away, dropping the garment with a heaving wail of despair when she felt the sharp lick of the crop lash against her bare ass again.

"Bad Girl!"

“Aayyyaaahh … N-n-no… no…!” Zoe whimpered, frantic. “Please no...!”

It won’t let me get dressed… It won't let me get dressed...?!

Mortified, hurt and ashamed - her bottom lip quivering and ass sore - Zoe scurried from the room, leaving her shoes, bra and leggings abandoned - she couldn't even touch them?. She couldn't face Katie naked like this... she couldn't...

Sobbing, humiliated and frightened, the red-head ran to her bedroom and slammed the door, locking it and, for the second time that day, crumbling to a heap on the floor in tears.

It's not fair... It's not fair...