The mistresses have more fun, and a new pony is brought to the island

The next day, at mid-morning, the four mistresses sat in loungers by the pool. Each of them was still wet from their recent swim. One of the maids brought them a frozen drink to enjoy as a group of guards from the dungeon brought their harem and their collection of whores out to enjoy their daily pool time. Some of them still chose to swim in tiny string bikinis, but most had chosen to swim naked.

"Can you believe tomorrow is the start of the semester?" Emily asked as she took a drink of the frozen Cola.

"No," Jessica answered before taking a sip of her frozen mocha. "I'm glad I decided to keep the apartment Katie and I were renting. It will be a good place to lure any potential slaves before we bring them here."

"You did remember to wish for it to be soundproof, right, Mom?" Alura asked, before sucking down some of the extra-thick strawberry milkshake.

"Yeah, no one outside of the apartment will hear anything that's going on inside."

"You know," Eden began before pausing to take a bite of her frozen caramel frappe, "I’m looking forward to being off the island and getting to see the potential out there."

"Yeah," Emily said as a smile slowly came to her face. "There's going to be a ton of it," she added with a laugh.

"Good thing we can expand and alter the dungeon, harem room, and whore's wing as much as we like," Eden said as she turned her gaze to Katie. The beautiful redhead had chosen to swim naked, just as Alia had. The two were playfully splashing one another and laughing. Her gaze then shifted to her former cast mate, Chloe Lanier, as she lifted herself out of the pool and grabbed a towel. She placed the towel on the ground a few feet from the pool's edge, then completely removed her tiny pink string bikini and lay on the towel.

Shortly after lunch, Alura made her way to the dungeon, pausing just outside the security door. "I wish I were dressed as a dominatrix." In an instant, her T-shirt, denim shorts, and black-and-white sneakers vanished. Just as quickly, they were replaced by a tight-fitting red leather corset that pushed her breasts up, a short black leather skirt, and knee-high red leather boots with a wedge heel. After having her thumbprint scanned, she entered the dungeon and sat on one of the thrones. "Bring me, Candice Patton."

"Yes, Mistress Alura," one of the guards said before she entered the harem room. She returned soon after, leading Candice on a chain-link leash that was attached to the black leather **** collar around her neck. The former Flash star was dressed in a yellow half-bra and a matching short satin skirt with black shoes with six-inch stiletto heels.

The guard undid the leash from Candice's collar before Candice gracefully knelt. "How may I serve you, Mistress Alura?" she asked without a moment of hesitation.

Alura stood with a confident smirk and stepped down from the dais, her boots thudding against the floor of the dungeon. "I'm glad to see you've learned your place, Candice," Alura said as she grabbed a fistful of the actress's long dark hair and pulled back.

"My place is at your feet, Mistress Alura," Candice said after a small groan of pain and surprise.

Alura laughed in amusement before she walked over to a rack filled with riding crops. She took her time, letting Candice's fear and anticipation grow. Eventually, she selected a red leather riding crop with a silver handle, then returned to Candice. "Lick my boot," she ordered, as she pointed to her right foot.

“Yes, Mistress Alura,” Candice said before lowering her head to the floor and turning it to one side. She flipped her long dark hair out of the way, looked up at the young dominatrix, and began licking along Alura's boot.

As Candice used her tongue in long, slow strokes, Alura reached out with the riding crop. She used its tab to catch the back hem of the actress's skirt, and slowly pulled it up, exposing the beautiful, naked dark flesh beneath. She smiled as she slowly moved the tab of the crop over Candice's ass. Candice continued to obediently lick the offered boot.

Alura laughed, not missing the flash of nervousness in Candice's eyes as soon as she felt the cool, smooth leather glide across her ass cheeks. She slowly lifted the crop with a flex of her wrist and held it there, just inches above her chosen target. Again, letting Candice's fear and anticipation grow.

“Don't you dare stop,” Alura said with a wicked smile. She snapped her wrist downward, delivering a light, but stinging lash to Candice's left ass cheek, and making her whimper slightly as she continued to lick Alura's boot.

“Not too hard, not too hard, please, I've been well-behaved,” Candice thought as she continued to worship Alura's boot. She flinched as Alura once again lifted the crop. As soon as Candice **** herself to relax, the next light stinging lash fell, this time on the right cheek.

“That's a good girl,” Alura purred before delivering two lashes in quick succession. One landed on the left cheek, the other on the right. “You know, tomorrow is the start of the Fall semester for my mom, Momma Eden, Momma Emily, and Aunt Katie,” she added. “I might wish for a spot, or I might start in the spring semester, or even next year.” Another pair of lashes fell. “That means, at least for now, while Mom, Momma Eden, and Momma Emily are gone at classes for the day, that leaves me alone with most of the harem, and I am going to have so much fun. Enough, stand up, and take off your half-bra and skirt.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Candice said as she gracefully moved to her feet. She undid the clasp of her half-bra, sending it to the floor. She then undid the pair of snaps near her right hip and let the short skirt flutter to the floor. Alura took a moment to admire Candice's naked body.

“Come with me,” Alura said as she took Candice's arm and led her to the bondage horse. “Get on,” she ordered as she ran her hand over the dull peak of the wooden beam that Candice's pussy would soon press down on.

Candice swallowed nervously as she steadied herself with her hands on the bondage horse before climbing onto it. She hissed in discomfort as her weight pressed down, dividing her lower lip. Alura said nothing as she wrapped a thick black leather belt around Candice's waist, then clipped the short chains near her hips to the bondage horse. Then, with the belt in place, she placed Candice's wrists and ankles in the built-in cuffs attached to the bondage horse.

“Almost ready,” Alura said in a sing-song tone as she tapped Candice on the nose. “Don't go anywhere,” she added teasingly as she walked away. When she returned, she carried three items. The first was a posture collar made of thick black leather. This particular model featured a built-in gag, a half ball on the side meant for her mouth, and a leather flap on the other. Attached to the flap were two thin leather straps that looked like they were made to frame the nose of whoever wore the collar, then joined into a third strap that would go over her head and buckle into the back of the collar. The second item was a pair of weighted nipple clamps that were joined by a thin silver chain. The third and final item was a heavy flogger made of supple black leather.

“Fuck,” Candice thought as Alura wrapped the posture collar around her neck, and over her regular collar. The realization of just how painful her near future would be.

“Open,” Alura ordered, holding the flap with the gag near her lips. Candice obediently opened her mouth and allowed the young dominatrix to push the gag into place. She then pulled the thin strap over her head and buckled it in place, near the buckle that kept her collar in place around her neck.

Now that the actress couldn't clearly speak or move her head and neck at all, Alura turned her attention to her breasts. She smiled to herself as she said that Candice's nipples were already hard and pointed. She watched with a look of pure delight on her face as she slowly closed the nipple clamps and tightened them, making Candice let out muffled whines and whimpers.

“There, all ready,” Alura said as she pulled the leather tendrils in her left hand. Then, without warning, she snapped her right wrist, sending the tendrils crashing into Candice's toned stomach.

Candice let out a muffled scream as her body jerked from the impact. Her involuntary movement caused the weights on the clamps to swing, and her pussy to grind on the dull peak of the bondage horse. Every time she moved, it would mean complete agony.

Alura laughed as she pulled the tendrils tight in her left hand again. She snapped her wrist; this time, the tendrils landed on Candice's breasts. Candice screamed as loud as the gag allowed. As much as she willed herself not to, she couldn't help but move. Each movement brought more pain, each wave of pain brought more movement, trapping her in a constant loop of pain. Alura gave her no mercy. She was now rolling her wrist in a figure eight, making the tendrils of the flogger dance over every inch of Candice's exposed flesh.

After fifteen long minutes and countless lashes, Alura finally stopped. Candice breathed heavily through her nose as she quietly sobbed. Each sob causes an uncomfortable jerk. “Would you like to get down from there and eat my pussy?” Alura asked in an almost sweet tone. “Blink once for ‘yes,’” she added as she moved her face close to Candice's. Candice quickly blinked once. “Good girl.”

It didn't take long for Alura to have Candice down from the bondage horse and free of the gag, posture collar, and nipple clamps. She went to her favored throne, lifted her skirt, revealing her neatly-trimmed pussy, and sat down with her legs spread. “Crawl your sexy ass over here, and eat my pussy.”

“Yes, Mistress, Alura,” Candice said before quickly crawling over, climbing onto the dais, and burying her face between Alura's thighs.

Candice began to slowly trace the tip of her tongue around Alana’s labia, drawing a long, low moan from the blonde dominatrix. When Candice's tongue brushed against her clit, Alura's hips jerked upwards, and she whined in pleasure. “That's it,” Alura sighed as she settled back onto her throne. “That's my good little pussy eater,” she added as she gripped Candice's long hair.

Candice gradually picked up the pace before lightly sucking on Alura's now throbbing clit. Again, the dominatrix moaned in pleasure, her nails scraping the back of her head. Not long after, she slithered her tongue deep into Alura's pussy and began to swirl it around, hitting all of her mistress’s sensitive spots. Again and again, Candice swirled her tongue. Alura's hips rose from her throne as she threw her head back in a high-pitched squeal of pleasure. “Cum! Come on, Cum!” she thought, silently willing her mistress to reach her climax.

“Yes! Yes! Oh fuuuck, yesss!” Alura screamed as the coil that had been constantly tightening in her core finally snapped. Candice slowed, but didn't stop. She only stopped once Alura pushed her head away. “Good girl,” she said praisingly as she stood and pulled her skirt back into place. She said nothing as she gripped Candice's arm and led her over to the bondage table that sat on its legs. “On all fours,” he ordered as she patted the table.

“Yes, Mistress Alura,” Candice replied, as she silently wondered what she was in for next, and climbed onto the table so her feet were pointed at one of the table’s narrow edges and her head the other. She swallowed nervously as Alura circled her, finally stopping so she faced her.

“Masturbate, Candice, and tell me how much you love being a ****.” Candice quickly reached between her legs, slid her knees slightly further apart to steady herself, and began to rub, directly over her clit.

“I love being your ****, Mistress Alura. I love belonging to you and my other mistresses. I love being an owned plaything who exists only to serve and give pleasure.”

The sound of the dungeon door opening caught Alura's attention. One of the maids entered and delivered a quiet message to one of the guards before leaving. The guard went into the room where clothing meant for the slaves to wear was kept in the various rooms of the play building. She emerged a few seconds later with a selection of clothing she couldn't quite make out. The guard then stepped to grab a red ball gag and a black leather single glove, before heading into the harem room. When she emerged again, she led Nina Agdal. The model was dressed in a black leather vest that had been left undone, each side barely covering one of her ample breasts, a pair of black leather booty shorts, and a pair of knee-high black leather boots with stiletto heels. She had been gagged, with her arms in the spring glove, and put on a leash.

“Looks like someone's going to have fun with Nina. My money's on Mom. Be a good girl and cum.”

“Yes, Mistress Alura! Thank you, Mistress Alura,” Candice said through moans of pleasure as she applied more pressure on her clit and began to rub at a furious pace. It only took a few minutes for Candice to cum hard, nearly collapsing onto the table.

Meanwhile, the guard led the supermodel through the play building. She stopped outside of one of the many doors leading into the countless themed rooms. She loosened the gag, removing it from Nina's mouth, but leaving it around her neck like a necklace. She then freed Nina’s arms from the single glove and hung it from a hook near the door she had stopped in front of. Lastly, she undid the leash and placed it on the hook with the single glove. “Mistress Jessica is waiting,” the guard said as she pointed to the door.

Knowing she had ****, Nina swallowed nervously, then opened the door and stepped through. The room she stepped into had sleek, shiny metal everywhere, black and polished to a high shine on the floor and blue-tinted on the walls and ceiling with bright LED strips along the crease of the walls and the ceiling. Jessica stood ahead of her, surrounded by BDSM equipment and Bondage furniture that fit the futuristic aesthetic of the room. Jessica herself was dressed in a skintight black latex catsuit that reflected the lights in the room, and thigh-high red latex boots with a wedge heel. She had put on black lipstick, and her long blonde hair had been swept back and wetted down.

“Ah, the latest bounty hunter who has tried and failed to capture me, Jessica Williams: Queen of all Space Pirates,” Jessica said with a laugh of amusement. “I trust you’ve heard what I’ve done to every bounty hunter stupid enough to come after me?” she asked as she ran her hand along the angled portion of the spanking bench in the room. Like most of the rest of the equipment in the room, the frame of the device was made from the same black metal that lined the floor. The narrow portion where the unfortunate occupant would kneel, as well as the angled portion where her upper body would be placed, leaving her ass high in the air and ****, was made of clear plastic, illuminated from within by red LEDs, giving it an intimidating, futuristic look.

“Rumor is,” Nina said before nervously swallowing, “you spank them mercilessly.”

“Yes, I do,” Jessica replied with a satisfied smirk. “I spank them until they beg me to make them my little fuck toy,” Jessica added as she moved closer to Nina, then began to circle her, admiring the way the outfit she had chosen for the former model. “You bounty hunters, sometimes I think you try to get captured. I mean, why else would you wear those shorts with an ass like this?” she asked, giving Nina’s ass a single swat with her hand. “I mean it practically screams, ‘Spank me please!’”

“I…I…” Nina said, trying to come up with an answer.

“‘I…I…’” Jessica said mockingly before she quickly yanked down Nina’s booty shorts, making her gasp. “Let’s get that sexy ass over the spanking bench where it belongs,” she added as she grabbed Nina by her long, light brown hair and took her over to the bench. Nina knew fighting was pointless, so she obediently knelt on the narrow platform before leaning down onto the slanted main platform and placing her wrists near the proper restraints. Jessica quickly secured Nina’s wrists before buckling the strap that ran behind her thighs and the strap that ran across the small of her back, making sure she could not move from the desired position. “Now, what to spank you with?” Jessica asked with a sigh as she tapped her chin in mock thought. “Ah, this one has never failed me yet,” she said, taking a sorority paddle that had been painted black with a bright red broken heart painted on either flat side.

“Oh, please no,” Nina thought when she saw the paddle that Jessica had chosen.

“This ought to make your gorgeous ass a lovely shade of red in no time,” Jessica said as she made her way over to the bench. “I’m going to use this on you until you beg me to make you into my bounty hunter fuck toy. If you beg too soon, though, I’ll just have to keep paddling you until I believe you,” she added, saying the last part with mock sweetness. She then moved behind Nina and ran the paddle over Nina’s ass, making her quiver and whine in anticipation of the first painful swat. Jessica brought the paddle down hard, the sound echoing through the futuristic room. Nina let out a sharp cry, her body jerking against the restraints as fire bloomed across her right cheek.

“Ow!” Nina yelled in pain.

“One,” Jessica counted, her voice carrying a playful lilt. “I think we’ll stop at fifty today. Unless you beg properly before then.” The paddle cracked against Nina’s left cheek, making her gasp. “Two.”

Nina bit her lip, determined to hold out. The pain wasn’t unbearable yet, but she knew it would build with each swat. The cool metal of the bench beneath her did nothing to soothe the heat spreading across her flesh.

Jessica varied her aim with methodical precision, ensuring every inch of Nina’s exposed ass received attention. By the tenth strike, Nina’s breathing had grown ragged, her knuckles white where she gripped the edge of the bench.

“Your skin is turning such a lovely shade,” Jessica commented, pausing to run her gloved hand over the heated flesh. “But we’re just getting started.”

The next blow landed with extra ****, making Nina yelp.

“Eleven,” Jessica counted. “Don’t hold back those pretty sounds. I want to hear exactly what I’m doing to you.”

Sweat beaded on Nina’s forehead as she struggled to maintain her composure. The fluorescent lights above created a halo effect around Jessica’s blonde hair, making her look like some kind of vengeful goddess in this sci-fi **** chamber.

The paddle connected with the sensitive spot where ass met thigh, and Nina couldn’t contain her cry.

“That’s it,” Jessica purred. “Let me hear you.”

By the twentieth strike, tears welled in Nina’s eyes. Each impact sent a jolt through her body, the restraints keeping her perfectly positioned for maximum effect. Her mind began to fog, the pain becoming a strange kind of focus.

“Halfway there,” Jessica announced, rubbing the paddle in slow circles over the reddened flesh. “Unless you’d like to reconsider your position in my pirate fleet?”

Nina shook her head, though the movement was barely perceptible given her restraints. “I’m a bounty hunter,” she whispered, fearing begging now would do her no good.

“A poor one,” Jessica laughed, delivering another stinging blow. “Twenty-one.”

The next ten strikes came in rapid succession, Jessica’s strength and precision never wavering. Nina’s cries grew louder, her body trembling from the onslaught.

“Thirty-one,” Jessica counted, finally pausing to catch her breath. “Your ass is absolutely magnificent right now. Red as a sunset over the Martian plains.”

“Please,” she finally gasped, the word barely audible.

Jessica leaned down, her latex-clad body pressing against Nina’s back. “What was that, bounty hunter?”

“Please,” Nina repeated, louder this time. “Make me your... your fuck toy.”

Jessica’s smile was evident in her voice. “I don’t believe you’re sincere yet. Let’s try another ten.”

The paddle descended again, and Nina’s cries filled the room, echoing off the polished surfaces. Her skin felt like it was on fire, each new impact sending waves of sensation radiating through her.

When Jessica reached forty, she paused again. “Now then, bounty hunter. Tell me what you really want.”

Nina’s resistance had crumbled completely. “I want to be your ****,” she sobbed. “Your personal plaything. Please, Captain Williams, use me however you want.”

Jessica set the paddle aside and unbuckled the restraints with deliberate slowness, then pulled the booty shorts away from Nina’s ankles. She then led her over to a padded bar with a sprader bar beneath it, and a clear stock that, like the spanking bench, was lit from within by LEDs. Nina obediently bent over the bar and placed her neck in the lower portion of the stock, and her wrists in the two smaller holes at the side, allowing Jessica to lock her in before securing her ankles in the spreader bar.

“Be right back,” Jessica said in a sing-song tone, as she ran her nails over Nina’s reddened ass, making her wince in pain. Jessica walked to where Nina couldn’t see her, opened the crotch flap of her catsuit, and stepped into a strap-on harness with a red metallic dildo attached to it. With the harness in place, Jessica coated the dildo with a generous amount of lube. Then she returned to Nina and pressed the tip of the dildo against Nina’s asshole.”My favorite thing to do after spanking a sexy ass is to fuck it,” Jessica said as she grabbed Nina’s hips and pushed the dildo in, making Nina moan. “Mmm, most girls scream like banshees the first time I take their asses,” Jessica said as she established a steady, but forceful pace. “Are you a little anal whore, bounty hunter?”

“I’m... yes,” Nina gasped, her body rocking forward with each thrust. The cool LED light from the stock illuminated her face, casting her features in an otherworldly blue glow. The pain in her ass had transformed into a strange, pleasurable burn that radiated through her core.

Jessica gripped Nina’s hips tighter, angling the dildo to hit her prostate. “I knew it,” she whispered, her breath hot against Nina’s ear. “All bounty hunters are just whores in disguise.”

Nina’s mind had become a haze of sensation—the throbbing of her punished flesh, the fullness stretching her, the humiliating pleasure building low in her belly. Her hands flexed in the restraints, unable to reach herself as Jessica’s pace intensified.

“That’s it,” Jessica purred, sliding her latex-clad hand down Nina’s spine. “Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind doesn’t.”

The reflections of their entangled forms multiplied across the polished surfaces, an infinite regress of domination and submission stretching into the imagined cosmos of Jessica’s fantasy. Nina’s moans echoed back at her, a chorus of pleasure and submission.

Jessica suddenly stilled, the dildo buried deep. “Who do you belong to now, bounty hunter?”

“You,” Nina panted, her forehead pressed against the cool plastic of the stock. “I belong to you, Captain Williams.”

“And what are you?”

“Your... your fuck toy.” The words came easier now, a strange liberation in surrender. “Your personal plaything.”

Jessica resumed her thrusting, slower now but deeper. “Good girl. Now tell me what you want.”

Nina’s voice broke as Jessica hit a particularly sensitive spot. “I want... I want you to use me. All of me. However, you want.”

A low chuckle escaped Jessica’s lips as she reached around, her gloved fingers finding Nina’s neglected clit. “You want to cum while I’m fucking your ass, don’t you? While you’re locked in my stocks like the space whore you are?”

“Yes!” The word tore from Nina’s throat. The dual stimulation pushed her toward the edge, her body trembling in its restraints.

Jessica’s fingers worked in tight circles, her pace with the dildo never faltering. “Then cum for me, bounty hunter. Show me what a good little fuck toy you can be.”

The orgasm crashed through Nina like a supernova, her body arching against the restraints as waves of pleasure radiated from her core. She screamed, the sound echoing off the metallic surfaces, her vision going white at the edges.

When she finally came down, her body limp in the stocks, Jessica withdrew slowly and unfastened the restraints. She turned Nina around, admiring her tear-streaked face, her heaving chest, her thoroughly used body.

“Welcome to my crew,” Jessica said, pressing a kiss to Nina’s forehead. “You’ll find the accommodations... stimulating.”

Not long after one guard had delivered Nina to the play building, a second guard led Chloe Lanier to another room. Chloe had been spared the ball gag and single glove, but still had been led on a leash. She had been dressed in a tight-fitting pink tank top that left a sliver of her toned stomach visible, with an equally tight-fitting pair of denim shorts that were so short, the bottoms of her ass cheeks were visible as well. Completing her outfit was a pair of black open-toed shoes with a six-inch stiletto heel.

“Don’t keep Mistress Eden waiting,” the guard said as she pointed to the door. Chloe let out a nervous breath before she slowly opened the door. She stepped through the door and into a dimly lit warehouse with several pieces of bondage equipment and furniture scattered about the large area in a way that was meant to make it look like it was unorganized and haphazardly put together.

“Okay, what now?” Chloe asked herself, her voice barely above a whisper. She slowly walked forward as she looked at some of the equipment. A Saint Andrew’s Cross, a bondage table, Lucifer’s chair, a whipping post, a padded saw horse, and an iron mask that hung down from the ceiling by a long chain.

Suddenly, she felt a hand squeeze her throat from behind while another pulled back hard on her light red hair, making her jump and gasp in fright. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, huh?” Eden growled in her ear.

“N-n-nothing! I was just…”

“Just what, huh bitch? Being a nosey little cunt? Didn’t you notice the no trespassing signs?”

“I saw them, I just thought,” Chloe began.

“Shut the fuck up, and get your clothes off,” Eden said as she gave Chloe a gentle shove. Chloe turned to face the other woman. Eden had changed into a uniform similar to the guards. A black leather bra, tight-fitting black leather pants, and black leather combat boots. Chloe let out another long, nervous breath before peeling the tank top over her head, exposing her breasts. She then removed her shorts, leaving her only in her collar and heels. Eden stared at her for a long moment before gripping Chloe’s chin. “You seem to know how to follow orders, but from now on, when I give you an order, you say ‘Yes, Mistress.’ Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Chloe replied.

“Good, you’re not a cop, otherwise you’d have a wire. Who the fuck sent you here?”

“No one, I promise. I was just curious about this place.”

“Well, lucky for me, because you're mine now. Mine to do with as I please,” Eden said before reaching between Chloe’s legs with her free hand and finding her pussy very wet. “Hmm, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were hoping to get caught and made into a sex ****. Is that what you wanted, whoever the fuck you are?” Eden asked as she rubbed Chloe’s pussy so lightly that she barely touched it, driving Chloe wild with need.

As the others were having their fun in the dungeon and play building, Emily walked back into the stables with four guards around her. Just like before, when she stepped through the air, the stables smelled of straw. Two of the stable hands were busy, giving Sweetheart a warm bath as they gently sprayed her with a hose and scrubbed her body. As soon as she noticed her, Rosalie, the head stable hand, walked across the dirt floor with a purposeful stride.

“Mistress Emily, welcome back to the stables. Have you decided to add another ponygirl to the stables?” she asked. Emily did not miss the excitement and eagerness in her tone.

“I have,” Emily said with an excited smile of her own. “Ready, guards?”

“We’re ready, Mistress Emily,” the four said together.

“I wish Sabrina Carpenter were in these stables,” Emily said, her eager smile growing larger into an almost Joker-like grin.

A moment later, the petite blonde singer appeared. Emily guessed she had been in the middle of a dress rehearsal or something like that. She was dressed in a sparkly red body suit that left her arms, shoulders, and legs bare, with a pair of knee-high black sparkly platform boots, each of which had a hole in the shape of a heart placed just below the knee on the outside of her legs.

“What the..” Sabrina began, not bothering to lower the white sparkly microphone she held in her right hand from her lips. “Hey, get the fuck off of me!” she screamed as the guards rushed her and took her to the ground. Three of the guards held her in place, as the fourth began to cut away the expensive-looking stage costume with her disrobing knife.

“A little short perhaps to be a truly effective ponygirl,” Rosalie said as she watched the guard who had been carefully cutting the bodysuit pull what remained of it out from under the feisty blonde. “But, she will look absolutely gorgeous prancing nonetheless.

What will happen next? Answer in comments

A) Return to the play building with Eden and Chloe

B) Sabrina is introduced to pony life

C) See what potential the Fall semester brings

D) Something else, what?