The artist is TheSmuttyRogue
This is a commission of my OC Zoe.
Zoe had seen the newly constructed barn at The Velvet Mist but hadn’t asked about it until today. Over breakfast, curiosity finally got the better of her.
“So, what’s that barn for? I know it’s been finished for a while now, but I haven’t seen any activity around it,” Zoe asked.
Isaac’s face lit up with a smile. “It’s for something we’re going to start doing on Monday.”
“And what’s that?” Zoe replied with a chuckle.
Isaac kept his smile. “Pony races. We haven’t asked around for volunteers yet.”
Zoe’s face scrunched in confusion. “I used to ride horses when I was younger, so maybe I could try it.”
Isaac’s eyes locked onto hers, bright with anticipation. “Why don’t we head down there after breakfast? I’ll get you acquainted with everything.”
They quickly finished their meal and headed to the barn. The doors swung open to reveal a pretty standard-looking structure: stalls for horses—though not a single horse was in sight—and, where tools would normally hang, bondage gear was displayed instead.
“Please step into that stall for me,” Isaac said, pointing to the first stall on the left.
Zoe’s heart fluttered at what lay ahead. She wouldn’t be riding ponies—she was about to become one. Nodding, she stepped into the stall and set her bag down on the stool inside.
“Stay here and undress. I’ll be back with your gear,” Isaac commanded, shutting the stall door behind her.
Her cheeks flushed as she began to disrobe. She folded her clothes neatly, tucking them into her bag, removing some items to make everything fit. She placed a few books on top of her clothes, forming a small stack.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching faster than expected. Quickly, she stood at attention, legs slightly apart, arms folded neatly behind her back, just the way Isaac liked it.
The stall door creaked open, and Isaac entered, carrying a large duffel bag. “Very good girl, Zoe,” he said as he approached her. He set the bag down and inspected her from head to toe—not hair to be seen, impeccable.
“You’re looking amazing. I’m glad Mistress Ella let you out of chastity so you could get waxed,” he added, smiling with approval.
Crouching down, he opened his bag. “Time to get you dressed.”
He pulled out a leather corset/chest harness rig and helped Zoe slide into it. The leather hugged her figure, accentuating her hourglass shape beneath her regular clothes. Next, he grabbed tiny gloves shaped like hooves—small clips that he secured onto her hands, locking them in place so her hands became useless, heavy hooves. Next were her boots. Thigh high boots with hooves on the bottom, slipped on fairly easily.
Her movements were unsteady as she stepped in her new footwear, her legs feeling awkward and unfamiliar. Isaac laughed softly.
“You know, it’s not as easy as it looks, is it?” Zoe said with a slight sass, struggling to maintain her balance.
Isaac’s mischievous smile widened. “Then let’s move on, shall we?”
He guided her hands near her chest, clipping them to the harness, forcing her arms into a folded, uncomfortable position. Then came a new head harness—a sleek, straight bar gag she’d never seen before. It fitted around her head and featured a collar-like attachment around her neck. Isaac stood back, examining her.
“Now, we’re missing a tail,” he said, pulling out various plugs with attached tails from his bag. He held each one up against her hair to match the color and finally chose the right one. Unscrewing the tail from the plug, he began screwing it into a larger base.
“Sweetie, I don’t like sass,” Isaac said coldly. “You usually don’t do that, but today you did. So, here’s the start of your punishment.”
He spat on the larger plug and pressed it against her hole, slowly beginning to insert it. Zoe had only experienced smaller plugs before; this one was three times bigger. She grunted as the pressure built, her muscles relaxing in anticipation.
After some effort, it slid all the way in, and she was panting hard, feeling the weight inside her—a constant reminder of her defiance. Isaac gave her a sharp smack on the ass, making her yelp.
“Now, let’s see… tassels and a belt, and you’re all set,” Isaac said.
Zoe felt like a kinky pin cushion, everything about her feeling heightened and exposed. Isaac retrieved small discs with clamps—the tassels—draped with fabric. He approached her, slowly licking her nipples and massaging her breasts, eliciting squeals of delight.
After working up her nipples, he clamped the tassels onto them, tightening them firmly. Her breath caught as she exhaled in ecstasy.
“Now, the best part for me, and the worst for you…” Isaac’s fingers explored her folds, teasing her. Zoe’s eyes welled with tears, both dreading and longing for what was to come.
He pressed his fingers into her, each tiny movement making her knees shake. “Oh, Zoe, you’re so wet,” he murmured. “Do you want to cum?”
She nodded quickly, the sounds of pleasure escaping her gag. “Yes…”
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered, and she nodded more frantically, craving release.
Just as she was nearing the edge, the moment was cut short.
Moans of protest spilled from her as she stomped her hooved foot, despite her shaky legs. Isaac ignored her, lifting the belt around her waist, threading her tail through the hole, and securing it carefully.
His eyes met hers as he leaned in, licking her needy pussy with slow, deliberate strokes. Zoe gasped, nearly losing her balance. Isaac’s tongue worked swiftly, and she climaxed quickly, panting and hunched over.
He clipped the belt shut and locked it, then gently lifted her chin with his fingers, gazing into her eyes. His voice was tender yet commanding.
“I love you, Zoe.”
With the gag in her mouth, Zoe tried to respond, “Ruf oo.”
“Close enough,” Isaac said with a soft smile, kissing her cheek.
He clipped a leash onto her head harness. “Now, let’s see if we can convince any of the other girls to be ponies, too.”
Before stepping out, he turned back and added, “Oh, almost forgot—you need a pony name.” His eyes skimmed her body, then settled on her stack of books. He remembered what he called her in the library where they first met. “Hey, Andromeda.” he said, smiling, as he led her back toward the club.