Good Ponygirls must be Harnessed

“Zo?”

The red-head bolted forwards with a yelp at the feel of something warm and soft pressed against her bare back. Naked and confused, she tumbled from the bed, the panic from her dream lingering even as the confusing memory of it was rapidly starting to jumble and fade.

The comforter seemed to get caught on her somehow, and Zoe had to wrestle to free herself.

I was… in class?

“Woah, easy… Zo…”

It was dark and she was bleary eyed. The red-head landed with a cute squeak on the floor, her hair dishevelled from sleep, blushing suddenly as she realised she was sat splayed and exposed to Katie’s gaze from the bed above her.

She quickly understood it had been Katie’s hand that had pressed against her, drawing her from her dream. The blonde was looking down at her, still wrapped in the warmth of the comforter, with a confused frown across her face.

“I was just going to wake you… but…” Katie’s voice drifted off as she looked at her in the moonlight, “Did you get up already?”

Meekly Zoe covered herself with her hands, blinking back sleep as she tried to get her bearings. Her fingertips contacting something that wasn’t her skin – straps of something flexible, but firm criss-crossing her body.

What?

Zoe froze, looking up at Katie as she now understood the blonde’s confusion.

She dared not look down; she couldn’t bring herself to see what it was that she was feeling. Her trembling fingertips brushed across one of the straps, feeling the material – it was familiar to her immediately, though it made her heart stop when she realised why. It was the same flexible, rubber or silicone like material that the original wrist strap of the activity tracker had been made from.

The echoing voice from her dream bubbled from her subconscious, Ponygirls must be harnessed…

With a whimper she risked rolling her body slightly, feeling where each strap ran and pulled.

The straps descended from her centre of her collar, across her chest to form two diamond shapes around her breasts. It framed them before connecting to another strap at the narrowest part of her hourglass figured waist. This then formed a cross behind her, over her lower back and upper ass, and then connected to a pair of straps around her thighs. Everywhere the straps met; there was small ring, made from the same metal as her collar.

They were tight to her body, but not uncomfortable; just like the metal collar at her throat – it was like they had been perfectly sized for her – their tightness a constant reminder of their presence.

“You got dressed?” Katie whispered, and Zoe blinked, confused at the question. The straps of the humiliating harness did nothing to hide her nakedness – if anything it just framed it and highlighted her nudity.

In a flash her mind tried to process Katie’s question, she sounded confused, and almost disappointed? The naked red-head couldn’t tell if she was just being sarcastic and humiliating her even more.

“W-w-what? ... N-n-no… No?!” Zoe mewled weakly, pulling herself backwards along the floor and trying to ease herself to her bare feet. The feel of the rug on her bare skin and the pulling tightness of the straps reminded her that she was very naked, and this was very real.

Ponygirls must be harnessed…

At that moment the collar perked up at her throat, the sing-song voice edged with its usual harsh venom,

“It’s been 10 hours and 43 minutes since your last run of required distance. Run now!”

She looked at Katie, her eyes welling with tears again as she stomped a bare foot in petulant frustration. Her fingers ran over the straps as she looked down at herself, trying to find a fastening or a buckle – the red-head had already resigned herself knowing she wouldn’t find anything.

“I… You being here was meant to make it stop… I don’t understand!” Zoe shrieked.

Katie sat up in bed, glancing Zoe up and down perplexed as she held out her hands pleadingly, “Zo… slow down… I don’t understand…”

“This!” The red-head wailed, running a hand over the harness, mortified.

Katie switched on the bedside light and Zoe mewled, only now mustering enough courage to turn around and look at herself in the mirror – only what she saw made her stomach turn over.

She had expected to see the same humiliating sight that she saw when she looked down at herself – her own naked body, perky breasts, thin waist, long slender legs and perky ass, framed by the kinky black straps of the demonic harness she had woken up in, the collar sitting menacingly at her throat...

Instead, Zoe had to blink back confusion at the sight of… clothes?

What?

The Zoe she was looking at in the mirror was wearing a black sports bra and extremely high and tight running shorts. The more she looked at them the more it made her eyes hurt, it was like the outfit didn’t want her to look at it, like the more she looked the more false it became, the more shadowy.

The collar still adorned her neck, but the straps were gone.

The red-head gasped, reaching out to run one hand over the surface of the mirror, while the other ran down her front, trying to match what she was seeing and what she was feeling. The difference between the two made her head hurt, and she felt queasy, the same disquieting and uncomfortable tingle shooting across her back and neck as she had to face the cosmic horror of her situation again. Something magic was happening here, and she couldn’t stop it.

She looked up at Katie in the mirror, her bottom lip trembling, “Y-y-y-you… you see… clothes?”

Katie nodded, her frown growing, “Y-y-yeah… I mean... they’re skimpy but… You don’t see them?”

Zoe whimpered, “No… I… I do… but,” she spun around still covering herself protectively, she couldn’t bring herself to trust whatever illusion the harness was creating to protect her modesty.

“Katie… I… I’m still naked…” she hissed.

The blonde’s eyes narrowed, and then widened, her cheeks flushing pink as she blinked several times. Zoe watched the girl’s pupils dilate in realisation.

“I… oh my god… what the fuck?!” Katie gasped and her eyes flashed up and down Zoe’s naked body. The red-head could feel her focussing now, and mewled, crossing her thighs and squeezing her breasts to her chest protectively.

“I… You were dressed… I could see you were until you told me you weren’t… and… your reflection?” Katie stammered, sharing in Zoe’s confusion, “I… Zo… you’re… uh… wearing uh… a harness?”

The red-head whimpered and nodded in shame. Katie clambered out of bed to approach her and Zoe could only look on enviously at the sight of her best friend’s warm, modest, pyjamas.

“It’s like… I couldn’t see it until; well… until you told me… and now I can’t not see it…” Katie stopped close to her, but kept a few feet distance, as though the harness might wake up any moment and strap her up too. The blonde’s fingers started dancing in the air again, like they had the night before as she was thinking, “It… appeared on you this morning?”

Zoe mewled again, “Y-y-yes! I had a dream… I… it’s not… I can’t remember all of it… but… I… yes, I woke up wearing it…”

The collar interjected again, causing both girls to look at each other in anxious silence until it was finished,

“It’s been 10 hours and 45 minutes since your last run of required distance. Run now!”

Katie glanced at the clock then back at Zoe – it was 4:00am, just liked they’d planned.

“I… this might be good right?” Katie whispered quickly, even as Zoe shook her head desperately again as the realisation of what Katie was thinking dawned on her, “It’s magic right? So, what if it makes it look like you’re wearing clothes to everyone else…?”

“No! N-n-n-no…!” The red-head mewled, “I can’t… I can’t do it…”

Katie stepped closer, her hands on Zoe’s shoulders as she stared into the red-heads eyes. For a moment her gaze darted to Zoe’s lips and, despite everything that was happening to her, Zoe still felt a flash of something else sparkle through her body.

“We talked about this last night…” Katie sighed.

Panicked, ****, Zoe reached across towards her dresser, her fingers anxiously moving towards her own real clothes – she had to know, she had to try…

“Bad girl! Good Ponies don’t wear clothes!”

The painful crack of the whip at her ass accompanied the voice as Zoe shrieked and recoiled in Katie’s hands. She stomped both of her feet, her hands balled into fists at her sides as she wailed.

It still won’t let me…

“I can’t run in this… I look like a freak!!”

Their plan from the night before had been bad, but it was the only plan they had; Zoe knew it and she’d resigned herself to it - a 4am streak on her terms was better than a 5am streak at the whims of the collar. She now couldn’t work out if running in the humiliating bondage harness was better or worse – it made her feel even more enslaved, even more helpless – and yet she couldn’t deny that tiny, faint, humiliating voice that was telling her this might be a blessing…

No one else can see I’m naked…

“I think it looks kind of hot…” Katie started, then stopped herself, her cheeks flushing. She spun Zoe around again to look at herself in the mirror, her blue eyes peering at her over her bare shoulder, “We talked about this ok…? One run, just one… naked… this morning” The blonde seemed to stumble over the word naked, “On your terms. 4 am when no one can see you instead of 5am when they might – and you were going to do it naked, you agreed to it naked… but now, maybe the collar is giving you some protection?”

Zoe’s eyes hurt as she tried to look at the illusionary outfit that she could see on herself in the mirror.

This is insane...

“Would you rather run naked with no protection, and no harness, or naked but everyone thinks you’re wearing something?”

“I don’t want to do it at all!” Zoe whined, ****, gasping as Katie’s hands held her tighter.

“That’s not one of your options Zo… I’m sorry…”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

She felt Katie’s fingers tense against her bare skin as she paused awkwardly, “Even if it doesn’t, this is probably the only thing you can try…”

The red-head closed her eyes, stamping her foot again as the shame and adrenalin consumed her again. She was mortified, terrified – confused and angry. She hated everything about this, how she’d lost control, how she’d let herself get into this stupid position and now she was standing naked and harnessed, a collar around her neck, contemplating running out into the town in the middle of the night completely naked.

I can’t take the harness off even if I want to…

Zoe mewled, letting out a cry of frustration into her closed mouth before she snorted and nodded, disbelieving her own choice.

My only choice…

“It’s been 10 hours and 48 minutes since your last run of required distance. Run now!”