An Early Morning Streak

Reluctantly, and with a groan, Zoe broke away from Katie’s hands. Forcing herself forwards, if she didn’t do it now she’d never do it – she had to do it. Her bare feet padded across her room towards the door.

She had nothing – she was wearing nothing. Barefoot, breasts heaving with her hitching breaths, her pink nipples were already erect from worry, her unprotected bare pussy pink and exposed. Her throat was dry as she tried to keep herself calm – the low light of the room, the anxiety, humiliation and fear of what she was about to do all jumbled together inside her naked body; turning her stomach upside down, making her heart jump and her muscles shudder.

“You’ll be ok” Katie offered supportively, following behind her.

Zoe cringed, trembling and painfully aware that her best friend was watching her walk completely naked down the stairs towards their front door. She cringed imagining the sight she had of her ass as she **** herself to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

Zoe’s nerves wrecked her and she almost stumbled when she reached the front door, her hands trembling as she reached for the doorknob.

She felt Katie’s hand on the exposed small of her back, her hand warm, soothing. The intimate nature of her touch made the red-head blush – she knew the touch was only meant to be comforting… wasn’t it…?

“Remember to breath… remember, uh… no one can see… that… uh…” Katie stumbled on her words and Zoe bit her lip, though she nodded her head gratefully – even if the words weren’t what she wanted to hear – she was at least grateful that she was trying. She stepped forwards, breaking the contact with Katie's hand and looked back over her shoulder at the blonde. Katie was stood passively, eyes wide, her lips parted and cheeks pink - Zoe could tell she was doing everything she could to keep her gaze locked to her face.

****. I have to do this.

Zoe took a sharp, deep breath, closing her eyes before she hopped from foot to foot, her bare breasts bouncing with her.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

Zoe let her breath out through her nose as she opened the front door and stepped out.

It was still night. Darkness enveloped the street. Without the porch light on she stepped out and immediately felt the crisp summer morning air. The porch felt slightly dusty beneath her bare feet, damp with morning dew and the red-head whimpered as she tried to ignore the humiliating **** of sensations now washing over her naked body.

“I… I’ll watch you… uh… until you’re out of sight and um… I’ll be here when you get back ok?” Katie stammered from the open doorway, though Zoe could barely hear her, her mind instead screaming out,

I’m naked on the porch. I’m naked on the… Don’t think about it!

Again she hopped from foot to foot, trying to zone out, trying to ignore the way the wind danced across her exposed nipples, the way the early morning air caught between her legs, a constant dizzying reminder that her pussy was completely on display. The only thing protecting her was their assumption that the magical illusion would hold.

What if it doesn’t… what if I see someone… or someone sees me…

Zoe paused at the edge of the porch, her eyes anxiously scanning the street. It was barely past 4 in the morning, she couldn’t see anyone, she couldn’t hear anyone. Zoe realised she couldn’t hear anything at all even – no cars, no distant traffic, no animal sounds, not even the wind in the trees. All she could hear was the roaring of her pulse in her own ears, the sound of her breathing.

Don’t think.

Run.

With a squeal of despair, Zoe let her body weight fall forwards, propelling her down the steps and after a few strides to get herself up to rhythm, the naked red-head started her run.

She couldn’t help it as another sob escaped her throat, tearing up again at how far she’d fallen in such a short period of time. This plan, this stupid plan to maybe please the collar enough that it might let her wear clothes again was all they had – she’d given up trying to fight it, she knew escaping it was hopeless – all she had, all she could do – the only thing she hadn’t tried was obedience.

If I do what it says, maybe it will let me go…

Zoe sniffed as she reached the sidewalk and started running past her neighbours houses. Her eyes anxiously darted left and right, constantly on edge - constantly aware that she was running naked in public, that all it would take would be someone to break their routine - to be up early or look out their windows at her. The sounds of her bare feet against the smooth, mercifully clean asphalt, echoed down the street. Each hit sounding like a drum to the trembling girl – calling her neighbours to look out their windows at her.

She moaned in shame as she past the first streetlamp, aware of how her naked body would look lit up like this. Mortified, she couldn’t help but cover her bouncing breasts as she ran – Zoe couldn’t help but glance at her reflection in the black mirrored windows of a parked car, mewling pitifully when she saw the ‘dressed’ illusion of herself staring back.

She didn’t know what that sight made her feel. Relief? That whatever terrifying magic she’d summoned onto herself was protecting her modesty? Or horror, that if it could impossibly change her reflection then what else could it do to her? What else would it do to her?

Zoe tore her eyes away as she ran on, whimpering quietly when she felt the sharp tug on her right nipple.

“Right”

Reluctantly the red-head obeyed, mewling in shame as she ran onto another quiet residential street. Zoe choked back another sob of frustrated resignation. She had hoped that she would’ve been able to have run on her terms – the collar hadn’t made her run this morning, she had chosen to – that was the whole point!

“I… I’m trying to be good…” Zoe panted quietly in despair, pleading to the disembodied voice at her throat for mercy… for anything…

She hadn’t expected a response, but yelped and jumped forwards, her back arching involuntarily as she felt the lashing sting of the crop across her bare ass.

“Run!” The voice from the collar echoed, the sing-song tone sounding even more sadistic with what it was forcing Zoe to do.

The red-head moaned anxiously, then felt the lashing crop at her ass again.

“The Ponies’ pace is below the set standard – Run faster to avoid punishment!”

Zoe moaned out, frantic, she was running as fast as she could bear. She was naked, barefoot, holding her own breasts for comfort and protection – of course she would be slower. Panicking, she tried to pick up the pace, her legs starting to ache again with the familiar dullness of her runs.

Lungs bursting, Zoe felt the crop on her ass again, then a pull on her left nipple to guide her onto another street. Where she was running was a blur to the red-head now, her mind fried, as she tried to comprehend what was happening.

“Left!” The collar barked, the voice following with “The Ponies’ pace is below the set standard – Run faster to avoid punishment!”

No no no no no!

Zoe felt the pit of her stomach fall away – every time she’d finished a run she could hear the voice calling out to her 'A new standard has been set’. She’d ignored it; every time she’d been too consumed by the powerful orgasm it **** from her to register the words, or what they meant.

And she now felt the terrifying realisation creep up to her – every time she ran, she ran faster – every time she ran, she’d have to set a new standard, and if she fell behind she’d get whipped. If she ran faster today, she’d have to run even faster again tomorrow… and then the next day… and the next…

Despairingly, the naked red-head let go of her breasts. Letting them sway and bounce in teasing little jolts with every step she took, she needed her arms to get back into her rhythm; she needed to be quicker.

Zoe’s eyes filled with tears and she pushed herself on blindly. Another tug on her left nipple at the next intersection, then again at the one after that. Mercifully the collar stayed silent and the crop stopped whipping her. Zoe moaned in despair as she ran on through the night, alone, naked, terrified – despite being surrounded by people, being surrounded by a world continuing as normal. The existential horror of her situation only made it worse.

“Good girl!” The collar cooed humiliatingly as Zoe crossed another street and, mercifully, realised the collar now seemed to be guiding her towards the campus route she would’ve chosen. She anticipated the next tug on her right nipple to take her through the gates, and the red-head mewled when she felt it a moment later, confirming her suspicions.

The harness shifted on her naked body with every step – the straps weren’t tight enough to rub, but seemed to pull subtly with every stride. The two on her thighs would move the most, teasingly pulling at her skin as she took each step. Moving one thigh forward and the other back would cause the straps to pull in opposite directions slightly, this had the humiliating effect of causing her bare pussy lips to be subtly pulled along with them and Zoe realised to her shame that every step she took caused her slit to move teasingly against itself.

Don’t think about it.

Zoe ached, whimpering as she moved onto a campus path, low-lit by lamps, the girl was guided by more tugs on her nipples gently steering her left and right along the meandering route between the trees.

It was as Zoe reached the familiar sycamore that she saw him. The same runner she’d seen on her first trip out, coming the other way on the path.

The sight made her blood run cold, and the red-head frantically looked around, terrified that she was running straight towards him. She had to suppress a breathless scream, her eyes wide as she tried to make out his face in the low light.

I’m naked. I’m naked. I’m naked.

The red-head anxiously tried to step off the bath, only to have her nipples pulled painfully, tugging her forcefully back on to it again. The humiliating warm illuminating light of the lamps above the path bathing her naked body – Zoe felt like a beacon of abject shame.

Please don’t see me.

She looked again and felt his eyes clock hers, their gazes meeting as she drew closer and closer. She could hear his footsteps now, echoing down the path towards her as Zoe whimpered, mewling in shame as she watched him reach up to pull out one of his earbuds, his face forming a friendly smile.

“Good Morning – Early riser too?” he called to her as he pulled himself to stop.

Zoe cringed, panicking as she ran closer, her head shaking as she trembled with shame. Her every instinct was telling her to run and hide, she was standing in front of a stranger completely naked, and it took all of her strength to fight what her body was telling her and try to trust in her illusionary outfit.

“Uh huh…” she offered in reply, anxiety gripping her.

I can’t stop. I can’t stop… please…!

She felt his eyes sweeping over her as she approached. It made her stomach flip, her body constantly on edge in case the spell broke and he saw her in her harness. Instead, she cringed knowing even the illusionary outfit he was seeing was shamefully revealing enough.

“Barefoot running?” He offered, trying to make small-talk as Zoe closed the gap between them and, **** herself to slow from her full stride to a gentler jog. She felt a displeasing tug on her nipples.

“Uuuh yeah… mmhmm” Zoe floundered desperately.

“Avoid breaks to avoid punishment!”

The collar barked and Zoe felt her cheeks burn pink. She watched the guy’s face freeze up into a frown as he blinked in confusion at hearing what the collar had said, “What?”

“What?” Zoe shot back, frantic with embarrassment.

He’s going to think I’m on **** or something.

She watched him blink again, his eyes falling to her collar, his mouth parting to speak again, “Your uh-”

“I have to go-aaah!” Zoe squealed, her hips thrusting forwards in alarm as she felt the sting of the crop against her naked ass again, driving her forwards.

“I can’t stop!” she cried out, as she took off running at full speed again. She had wanted it to sound like a polite apology, but she heard the pain in her voice, the pleading desperation – and she knew it had come out as the much more honest cry for help she had been trying to avoid. She felt the shame growing deeper that it had escaped her like that.

I can’t stop running. My magic collar has enslaved me! I’m a ponygirl!

NO!

Zoe took off at a faster pace, leaving the confused man in her wake, she didn’t dare turn her head to look back at him. She heard him call something after her, but the embarrassment had caused her heart to roar in her ears so loudly that she couldn’t make out what he said.