Katie

Katie closed her bedroom door, waiting for the reassuring click to confirm it was shut before she leant her forehead against it and bit the sleeve of her sweater to muffle her own gasps of ecstasy.

Oh fuck…

The blonde was an anxious ball of excited, guilty energy. Zoe had kissed her… and better, apparently, she couldn’t wear clothes…

Zoe can’t wear clothes!?

“Fuuuck…”

Her fingers dove into the waistband of her jeans and panties, pushing them half-way down her thighs so that she could rub herself frantically.

She’d told Zoe she needed to get ready for bed – but that she’d be back as quickly as she could. The red-head had looked so anxious and pleading, her puppy-dog eyes gazing out at her from inside the little blanket she was wrapped in. Zoe didn’t want to be alone; she said things seemed to get worse when she slept and the pair of them had agreed that Katie would share Zoe’s bed so that she could help her get up at 4am… for her streak…

Katie moaned softly into her makeshift gag. She was going to sleep next to Zoe… in the same bed… and Zoe would be naked…

This had to be a dream right?

Her fingers ran in needy little circles over her clit.

Katie's cheeks burnt bright pink with guilt and lust and confusion. She'd never felt this way about Zoe before, never even thought about Zoe this way before... But now she couldn't stop. Of course she knew the red-head was gorgeous but... The blonde found herself wrestling desperately with what she was feeling and what it meant. Katie had always thought of herself as straight - she'd had plenty of boyfriends and, sure, she'd taken advantage of the opportunities at college to experiment with girls, she'd enjoyed those experiences... But... She'd never thought about Zoe... Not like this...

She'd never felt anything like this for anyone before - it was like some bisexual alarm had gone off in her head and she couldn't switch it off.

Katie couldn't think straight - she couldn’t get the image of Zoe standing naked in their living room or cumming on their front porch out of her head…

“Oh god….”

What’s wrong with me…?!

Katie felt the guilt flooding her now – everything that had happened since she arrived home from work had been a frantic, terrifying mess. Zoe was wearing some kind of cursed collar, a collar that she had summoned onto herself somehow. It was stopping her from wearing clothes and was forcing her to run… to be a ‘pony’… whatever that meant…

She’d heard the voice from the collar, the way it barked it’s sadistic instructions… she’s seen what it had done to the red-head… how it had made her cum on the front porch, how it had left those marks on her ass when it whipped her. It was demonic…

Katie bit her lip, even as she couldn’t bring herself to slow her toying fingers. She knew it was wrong but she couldn’t help herself.

She’s suffering and I can’t stop…?!

A part of her, she felt – something dark and deep inside herself – it wanted this. Somewhere in the deepest darkest recesses of her mind, in a place Katie wouldn’t ever have dared to think about, she heard that tiny voice cry out…

…Maybe she deserves it…

No!

It filled the blonde with a guilty self-loathing to think it – Zoe was her best friend, she was fun and bubbly and she was fucking gorgeous but the girl could also be a spoiled, lazy, entitled bitch.

Katie winced even as she thought the words.

She was more grateful than she could ever express for Zoe’s parents putting them up in this house after graduation, for taking care of their daughter and her along with her. But unlike Zoe, Katie knew that money wouldn’t come to her forever… she had to get a job; she had to wake up to the reality of the real world and do something with her life that she didn’t necessarily love.

And after 2 months of watching Zoe laze around the house, doing nothing, being passionate about nothing, as though the world owed her a life doing what she wanted… her precious athletics career… Katie couldn’t help it, no matter how guilty she felt, no matter how much she tried to ignore it, no matter how terrified she was of the cosmic nightmare her friend had unleashed… she still felt that tiny spark of bubbling resentment…

Katie’s fingers slicked inside her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She squeaked, squeezing her thighs together tightly as she arched her back against her bedroom door, her orgasm rushing through her with sweet, blissful delight.

Zoe was naked and collared in her room. It looked like she was going to be stuck that way…

And she kissed me…