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Lex was completely calm as he remained seated on the wooden chair in the middle of his room, despite his position of being blindfolded, his wrists cuffed behind his back, and his pants completely pulled down.

"Ayra, are you-"

Lex's question was cut short as he felt a cold metal gently press against the tip of his erect cock.

Ayra smugly stood before him, hands on her hips as she was dressed only in a pair of black leather hoof boots that both she and Lex had custom ordered as a part of her soon to be completed ponygirl set. With only the boots completed for the time being, Ayra couldn't help but want to test the quality of the material used to make said boots, resulting in her husband in the submissive state before her, under her suggestion.

"I just-"

"Quiet." Ayra sternly ordered as she knocked back Lex’s cock with the tip of the metal hoof at the bottom of her boot, causing it to spring back and forth before reverting to its still and erect state.

Lex let out an audible gulp, but chose to remain quiet after, just as she ordered.

"Good to hear you can listen to orders." Ayra praised as she proceeded to gently run the tip of her boot along his erect shaft. Lex shivered as the cold metal of the horseshoe slowly ran down his shaft, before following with a small sigh of relief when the leather tip of the boot made contact with him, as Ayra then ran the boot back up his shaft. Ayra smiled as she continued to gently stroke her husband's cock with her boot, enjoying how it managed to remain erect from her touch, a sign that her careful teasing was working. Lex wished he could praise his wife's delicate work on him, but remained silent, just as she ordered.

With a few minutes having passed, the precum that had been slowly spawning from the very tip of Lex's cock had been slowly running down the front of Lex's shaft, a sight that made Ayra just a bit happier, even if her husband couldn't see the expression on her face. Despite how happy she was however, she was admittingly getting tired of simply sexually teasing Lex, and with the test of her new boots considered completed, she wished to simply get Lex's little teasing session over with.

Suddenly, Ayra let out a tired sigh as her teasing of Lex came to a pause and she removed her boot from his still erect cock.

"Alright, I'm just getting this over with." Ayra tiringly stated as Lex began to hear Ayra shifting around in front of him, as if she were positioning herself on the floor in some way. Then without explanation, he felt the leather material of Ayra's boot run up his shaft, once, then twice. Still blinded, he could only wonder what his lover would do to him next.

"Ayra? What are yo-"

"I said be quiet." Ayra shut her partner up as Lex felt the sides of his cock suddenly sandwiched between a familiar leathery material. Just as Lex had inferred, Ayra was now seated on the wooden flooring in front of him with both her legs in the air and the sides of his cock trapped between the sides of the bottom of both of her leather hoof boots.

Before Lex could say anything, Ayra began to furiously stroke the sides of Lex's cock with her boots, using her husband's precum as a lubricant. Lex wished he could follow his wife's orders on keeping quiet, but he couldn't help but grunt and moan as Ayra quickly and skillfully jerked him off with the sides of her boots, the leather mixed with his cum resulting in a surprisingly soft and pleasurable material to jerk him off with. Thrilled by such a unique sensation, he felt himself reaching climax even sooner than if Ayra were to give him a normal handjob.

"A-Ayra, I'm about to-"

"Just shut up and cum already!" Ayra demanded from her husband as her stroking quickened in pace. Her stroking continued to pick up speed, getting faster and faster. Lex could only clench his teeth as felt himself reach his breaking point. He finally came, shooting out hot stringy load after hot stringy load from the tip of his cock and onto Ayra's chest, face, and hair.

Once Lex had finally finished, unknowingly onto his wife, Ayra wore a surprised look on her face, amazed at how much cum she had managed to get out of her husband. Even when giving him a normal handjob she could only manage to get two or three shots of cum out of him. Using the leather of the boots however, she was impressed that she was able to manage almost double the amount she'd usually get. She mischievously smiled to herself as she considered more ways she could tease her husband in bed with her new boots, even if they were intended for ponyplay sessions in the future.

"Ayra..." Lex started to speak as he exhaustingly gasped for air, "that was... great... thank you..."

"Good work." Ayra casually praised her husband and herself as she licked her lips, catching a bit of her husband's cum on the tip of her tongue, and swallowing down her reward.

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"C'mon you stupid mare! Prance for me!" Kiran yelled out his orders as he let the whip in his hand fly through the air yet again

*SWISH*

*CRACK*

"MMMPPH!" cried out the big breasted woman with pale skin as yet another red crop line was added across her tits. One that was known previously as the Golden Seer, was now a hopelessly tied up ponygirl: Gullveig.

Stripped of her clothes immediately upon being summoned to Askr, she was forcefully dressed with only a pair of leather shoes with a metal sole that forced her to stand on her toes, leather gloves with locks behind them that forced her hands to stay locked behind her back, a silver bit gag shoved in her mouth that connect to a bridle wrapped around her head, and a tail plug forced up her ass that held a long silver tail with gold tips at the end that resembled a horse's tail.

Not given time to react to being stripped naked and dressed in strange restrictive gear, reins were linked to the sides of Gullveig's bit gag, and she was led by the Summoner to what appeared to be a fenced dirt patch with some nearby stables.

Before Gullveig could try and ask the Summoner what he intended to do with her, her muffled questions through her bit gag were met with the strike of the whip across her bare chest and the orders "TROT" shouted at her by the Summoner.

Doing her best to perform as the Summoner asked, Gullveig had been attempting to trot with her legs as best she could for the past hour. Kiran however, would remain unimpressed by the height at which her legs were raised, resulting in him using his whip against her, specifically aiming each strike at her well endowed chest.

"Higher!"

*SWISH*

*CRACK*

"MMMMPH!"

Gullveig couldn't do much else other than try to trot to the best of her ability, raising her legs as best she could with each step she took. She cursed her large chest for causing great difficulty when it came to how high she was raising her legs, only being able to see her knees at the peak of her tits.

"Too high!"

*SWISH*

*CRACK*

"MMPH!"

Aside from the accessories she was dressed with, Gullveig was left naked, completely defenseless to the summoner's whip. She was at least somewhat thankful that her long hair covered her backside, but her hips, her thighs, her stomach, and especially her tits were all fair game for the Summoner.

"Too low!"

*SWISH*

*CRACK*

"NNNGH!"

With the simple swing of the Summoner's whip, yet another seething red line was added to the collection of lashes across Gullveig's chest. She had lost count at how many times the summoner had struck specifically at her chest, as he would occasionally take a crack at her hips at thighs, but her chest was where most of the abuse from the Summoner's whip took place.

"Higher!"

*SWISH*

*CRACK*

"NNNGH!"

Regardless of how many red lines marked her body, she knew each one of them stung like hell. Her tits, her hips, her thighs, they all burned from the various red cuts left by the whip's cruel strikes. She was doing her best to avoid receiving punishment, but she felt that no matter what she did, she would receive strike after strike from the Summoner's whip.

"C'mon, now you're not even trying!"

*SWISH*

*CRACK*

"Mmmph..."

Unknown to Gullveig however, Kiran didn't care how well she performed, he simply enjoyed whipping Gullveig and taking cracks at his newly summoned victim's large chest, arguably one of the largest pair of tits he'd ever summoned to Askr. He loved how they jiggled with each struggling step Gullveig made, how they bounced with each strike of the whip, and how the sweat would fly off them when she'd occasionally instinctively tried to pull back from Kiran's punishing attacks. He especially loved how despite Gullveig's usual cold demeanor, she couldn't help but cry out in pain as the whip did its job on her skin. He reveled in the new side of Gullveig he'd forced out of her, one that still felt under her usual emotionless expression.

"Now your knees are too high!"

*SWISH*

*CRACK*

"Ngh..."

Gullveig was slowly losing the will to express her pain as her breasts were struck at yet again. She was realizing how futile it was to even try fighting back, and she began to accept her new role as the Summoner's personal entertainment.

"C'mon! Higher!"

*SWISH*

*CRACK*

So she trotted onward, trotting another lap around the summoner. After all, once a hero was summoned to Askr and the contract was formed, the hero had no choice but to follow the Summoner's every order.

*SWISH*

And the Summoner's orders were to trot.

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Rebecca groaned and grunted as she tried with all her might to pull the cart behind her. Unfortunately for her, the cart wouldn't move an inch due to one of the wheels of the cart being stuck in a muddy pothole on the dirt road she was on.

Not helping was the fact that she had been stripped naked, wearing only a pair of brown leather hoof boots, bandages around her hands, the green bandana that she usually wore, a leather belt around her waist that held a green horse's tail that dangled behind her, and a silver bit gag shoved into her mouth.

"Why did I agree to this..." the ponygirl regretted to herself as she continued her struggle. Rebecca had gotten herself into a bit of debt with her village after an unfortunate bow practice accident resulted in the death of one of her village's only horses. As punishment, Rebecca was ordered to serve as the role of a horse until enough gold had been made to buy a new one, resulting in Rebecca helping to pull a cart full of vegetables to a nearby village to sell.

"C'mon pony, get a move on!" The farmer watching over Rebecca yelled to her as he swatted at her exposed rear end with a stick he had picked up on their way to the village.

"Ugh!" Rebecca grunted out in pain as she was struck by the Farmer's stick.

"You don't hafta hit me you know! I'm doing my best!" She grumbled unintelligibly through her bit gag.

"What was that?"

"Ngh..." She grumbled through her bit gag again as she firmly grasped the twin shafts at the head of the cart and continued to pull with all of her might. Sweat was pouring down her forehead as she struggled to pull the cart onward, the hot sun overhead not helping with her struggle.

As she tried to pull the heavy cart out of its current predicament, she wondered to herself how she had gotten herself into such a strange position to begin with. It was one thing to ask her to serve her time or service to make up for her mistake, but to strip her of her clothes and order her to perform manual labor while dressed in gear clearly meant to humiliate her, she could only wonder what was going through the village elder's mind when sentencing her with such a punishment. She peaked a glance over at the annoyed farmer standing beside her, and began to theorize if he had conspired with the village elder to impose such a strange punishment onto her.

Suddenly, as she was unraveling a village conspiracy in her head, the previously stuck wheel had finally managed itself out of the hole it was in, and Rebecca finally found herself pulling the cart towards it's destination once more.

"Finally!" The farmer exclaimed exhaustingly as he made his way to the back of the cart and sat himself down at the back, wiping the sweat off his forehead as Rebecca tirelessly continued her work as the horse.

"Just a few more weeks of this..." Rebecca reminded herself as she exhaustingly pulled the cart towards the village, counting every gold coin as a step towards her eventual freedom.

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"C'mon you!" Reginn groaned as she pulled the reins of her newly dressed ponygirl, Dagr.

Dagr pulled back against Reginn's orders, a result of a feeling a mix of humiliation and anger that coursed through her.

After a little mishap involving Dagr accidently breaking Reginn's Gullinbursti, Reginn found it only appropriate that Dagr serve as a substitute for the mount she broke. One thing led to another, and Dagr found herself dressed as a ponygirl for Reginn's amusement.

Stripped of her clothes, Dagr was given her gear by Reginn and dressed herself with a pair of black leather hoof boots that reached up to her thighs, white hoof gloves that rendered her hands useless, a butt plug with a blue horse's tail that Dagr angrily plugged herself up with, a corset around her waist that carried an upright saddle on her back, and a silver bit gag shoved into her mouth.

Dagr couldn't help but instinctively fight against Reginn's pull as her short friend tried to pull her new ponygirl out of her stall and into the stable hall. She knew she had a responsibility to pay back Reginn for breaking her Gullinbursti, but she couldn't help it as her pride as a princess of Jotunheimr got in the way of her judgment.

"C'mon! You said you'd pay me back!" Reginn reminded the bound princess as she pulled with all of her might to get Dagr to come out of her stall.

Upon being reminded of her debt to Reginn, Dagr let out a small exhausted sigh through her bit gag and finally began to follow Reginn's lead, stepping out of her stall and into the stable hall.

"Ugh, finally. Now kneel."

Dagr did no such thing. She remained standing, simply glaring down at her tiny debt collector. Once again, she was having second thoughts on performing as Reginn's ponygirl, especially now that she was standing practically naked in the hall before her. The thought of someone peeking through the open stable doors and seeing Dagr in such a strange position filled her with a dreadful feeling that made her want to step right back into her stall and stay there until Reginn just gave up and suggested another way for Dagr to pay back her debt.

"I said DOWN" Reginn yelled out as she pulled on Dagr's reins with all her might, surprising the towering ponygirl and finally pulling Dagr down to her knees. The further Dagr followed along with her ponygirl performance, the more she was able to swallow and stomach her pride, especially now since she was on her knees and ready to be mounted, just as Reginn originally requested.

"That's better!" Reginn said with a smug chuckle as she made her way towards the upright saddle positioned on Dagr's back. Reginn came to a stop however, once she saw the saddle on Dagr's back was still too high for her to comfortably mount.

"Lower." Reginn ordered, this time giving the reins in her hand a little yank to coax Dagr down. Despite wearing an annoyed look on her face, Dagr did as Reginn ordered, and lowered herself so her butt rested on her heels.

"Good. Looks like you're finally getting the hang of this." Reginn mocked Dagr as she positioned herself on top of Dagr's saddle, slipping her boots through the saddle's stirrups and adjusting herself to make sure she was comfortable before she gave her ponygirl's reins a small tug. Having been told earlier what the reins tugs signified, Dagr obeyed and carefully stood herself up and her two legs, carrying her small saddled friend on her back.

"Alright! Just 7 nights of this and I'll consider us even!" Reginn reminded her ponygirl as she whipped the reins, signaling Dagr onward.

Dagr let out an angry attempt at a horse's neigh before she began to step towards the stable doors in her new hooves.

She just wanted to get her punishment over with at this point.

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"Knees up!"

The Summoner yelled out as he let his whip cut the air before him.

*SWISH*

*CRACK*

"MMGH!" Cried out an exhausted Nina as yet another whip mark was added to her large rump.

*SWISH*

*CRACK*

"Ngh!" Grunted a frustrated Kagero as another red line was added to her fine posterior.

It had only been three weeks since Nina and Kagero, dressed in their duo thieves outfits, had managed to get themselves caught after trying to infiltrate an opposing Summoner's Aether Keep. Ever since their capture the latex outfits they wore had been lewdly modified, the back ends of their outfits torn open to reveal their bare asses to the outside world and a large buttplug cruelly plugged up their assholes with decorative horse tails that matched their respective hair colors, their boots replaced with hoof boots of the same color that forced them on their toes at all times, hoof gloves replacing their regular gloves that render their hands useless, and metal bit gags shoved into their mouths so they couldn't communicate with one another in their stalls.

Every morning they'd be awoken from the hay filled stalls they slept in at their captor's stables, the Summoner personally waking them up every morning and leading them out of their stalls by the reins attached to their bit gags. After leading them out of their stalls, he'd remove their bit gag for a brief moment and hand feed them each two carrots for breakfast, the only food the two thieves had been allowed to eat for the past few weeks.

With his ponygirls fed, the Summoner would reequip their bit gags and lead them out of the stables and onto the grassy field of the Aether Resort, where the ponygirls would be led to a nearby circular fenced dirt patch with a hotwalker in the middle. With the ponygirls' reins attached to the hot walker, the ponies were forced to trot in circles for hours everyday, the Summoner watching him with a whip in his hand.

"Ugh..." Nina couldn't help but let out an exhausted groan as she struggled to raise her knees up high with each step she took, finding the activity physically demanding after only 3 hours. She had at least gotten used to being forced to trot on her toes due to her natural nimbleness as a thief, but that didn't mean the activity was any less exhausting.

Kagero kept quiet as she trotted across from Nina on the other side of the hot walker. With her background as a ninja of Hoshido, she was used to dealing with more strenuous physical activity, but even she couldn't help but feel the same level of exhaustion as Nina.

Not helping either of the ponygirls was the sun overhead, its rays beating down cruelly on their latex covered bodies. The darker colors of their latex thief outfits meant that they absorbed more of the sun's rays than usual, resulting in Nina and Kagero being cooked alive in their tight latex outfits. They'd usually be covered in sweat by the first hour of their trotting, but they had no choice but to continue trotting onward with no breaks, as the Summoner would whip them otherwise. With how much sweat they produced through their hours of trotting, the both of them almost wished they were stripped naked instead of keeping their thief outfits.

The Summoner always kept watch over his captive ponygirls, standing under a nearby umbrella with a whip in his hand as he watched diligently for even the smallest of mistakes.

"I saw that, Nina! Your left knee wasn't high enough!" The Summoner called out with a wicked smile as he pulled his whip back and let it loose.

*SWISH*

*CRACK*

"MMGH!" Nina cried through her bit gag as she counted a twelfth whiplash added to the collection lashed across her bare ass

"You too, Kagero. If your partner messes up, you mess up." The Summoner berated Kagero as she trotted by, pulling the whip back again and letting it cut the air beside him.

*SWISH*

*CRACK*

"Ngh!" Kagero held her breath back as she felt another whip mark on her fine ass. She was used to physical pain at least, since as a ninja she was prepared for any kind of sick interrogation method thrown at her, but even she admitted she was reaching her limit after almost three weeks of daily trotting, ruthless whippings, and being fed a diet of only carrots.

Both Kagero and Nina had at least figured out how to trot to the captor's liking at this point in their training, but still, they hoped for a chance that they'd be freed from their little circles of hell.

"C'mon ponies, just three more hours of this and you can rest in your stables!" The Summoner mocked them.

Nina and Kagero couldn't help but groan in unison at the reminder of how much more trotting they'd still have to do, with Nina groaning the loudest.

"What was that?"

In response to the Summoner's question, both Kagero and Nina let out a sound similar to a horse's whinny through their bit gag, a humiliating act that they had been ordered to previously perform in order to stop the Summoner from whipping them again.

"That's better." The Summoner smugly responded to his ponygirls' compliant neighing. "Just wait until that jackass Summoner of yours sees what I've done to his units. He'll never try something with my keep again, right ponies?"

Once again, Nina and Kagero both neighed in response.

"Right! Keep at it then!" The Summoner ordered as he struck the ground with his whip, an order that signaled the ponygirls to trot faster.

For now, they obeyed, hoping for a chance to escape or that maybe their Summoner would send someone to rescue them.

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Ingrid took a deep breath as she opened her mouth and placed the steel bit gag into her mouth, along with the bridle attached to said bit gag being wrapped around her head. She bit down on the metal cylinder to hold the leather straps of the bridle in place as her hands searched for the latches behind her head. Her fingers roamed her scalp until she finally grabbed hold of one of the three latches needed to secure her new bridle in place.

She stood behind a dressing screen while Sylvain waited on the other side, patiently sitting on her bed and waiting for her to reveal her new piece of ponygirl gear to him. With the war over Fodlan still ongoing, Ingrid desired a way to relax, and having gained an interest in ponyplay from a book she borrowed from Garreg Mach's library not too long ago, her new plan for relaxing was to one day run through the nearby woods dressed as a ponygirl. Realizing that she needed someone to watch over her however, and despite her better judgment, she requested the service of her oldest and closest friend: Sylvain. Having already explained to him her interest in ponyplay, something that he was surprisingly very understanding of, he was now assisting her with making sure the gear itself was aesthetically fitting of a horse, with the first piece of gear being the horse's bridle custom fitted for a human's head.

With the last latch tightened and locked behind her head, she reached for the bit gag in her mouth, and unhooked it for the two rings positioned over her cheeks. She gasped as her mouth was freed from the bit gag, but with the bridle still locked in place around her head.

She took a deep breath as she mentally prepared herself to show Sylvain her new bridle. "It's done." she informed her friend on the other side of the dressing screen.

"Finally." Sylvain joked back, a reply that Ingrid expected, but annoyed her more than usual considering how casual he was in his tone contrasting with how vulnerable she felt at the moment.

"You promise not to laugh?"

"I promise, Ingrid. Just show me already." Sylvain casually answered with another small chuckle.

Ingrid let out a small annoyed sigh as she mustered her courage and stepped from behind the dressing screen, revealing her ponygirl bridle to her friend.

"Well... what do you think?"

"I... uh..." Sylvain was at a loss for words, stuck between a casual comment or something more teasing. "I… You’d make for great looking wild mare." he supportively teased her.

"...You jerk..." Ingrid pouted as she turned her head away from Sylvain, also covering for the intense blush on her face.

"What? What did I say wrong?" Sylvain asked as he stood up and approached his friend. He began to orbit her, trying to get a read for the expression on her face, only for her to turn her head away from his gaze no matter where he stood.

"C'mon Ingrid, what did I say that was so wrong?" Sylvain asked in confusion as he rubbed the back of his head.

"...I... I wouldn't be... a wild mare." Ingrid muttered, her blush getting worse from getting mad over such a specific detail.

"Oh, I see, you'd rather be a knight's gallant steed." Sylvain chuckled as he impulsively teased Ingrid again.

"I told you not to laugh! You know what, forget it!" Ingrid yelled at Sylvain as she reached for the latches of her bridle. "This was dumb, I shouldn't have asked you to help. You can just-"

"Hey, wait! Hold on!" Sylvain reached out and grabbed one of Ingrid's wrists, bringing her unlatching to a pause. "Look, let's just start over, alright? I"m sorry I laughed. I swear I won't this time."

"...Alright, this is your last chance." Ingrid let go of the latches of her bridle and rested her arms by her side. "So... how does it look?"

"It looks great on you." Sylvain smiled as he complimented his friend, one that Ingrid could tell was genuine, "Beautiful, even. You'd make for a wonderful horse."

"...jerk."

"Oh c'mon, I thought I answered that pretty well!" Sylvain relented, "Alright, how about-"

"Sylvain, it's fine." Ingrid interrupted him, finally turning her head towards her friend and showing him her smile had returned. "Thanks. I'm just glad to know the bridle looks good."

"R-Right." Sylvain blushed slightly as he was taken aback by Ingrid's sudden mood change.

"So just to make sure, you'll still spot me on my first ponygirl session in a couple weeks, right?" Ingrid asked.

Sylvain let out a relaxed sigh before giving his close friend an answer. "Of course Ingrid, I've always got your back."

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Lissa couldn't take much more of this.

She was unfortunately trapped in the most uncomfortable of positions, stuck standing nude while forced to bend at her hips due to the dildo that wasn't just stuffed down her throat, but also protruding from her lips and shoved into her captor's ass before her, the dildo being held in place by two straps wrapped around and meeting at the back of Lissa's head. Not only that, but Lissa's arms were trapped in an armbinder behind her back, leaving her with not much else to do other than stand in her strange position and struggle worthlessly against her tight restraints.

The ass that Lissa's head was buried in belonged to Aversa of Plegia, stripped of her clothes, standing proudly with her hands on her hips, a wicked smirk on her face, and her huge ass buried in Lissa's face.

Lissa was Plegia's newest prisoner of war, and as of a few minutes ago, Aversa's newest toy.

"Yes, that's it." Avera moaned as she felt Lissa's struggling, causing the dildo to dig deeper into her ass, "Let me feel your struggles, poor Ylissean princess." she cooed as she reached behind her and began to stroke the hair on Lissa's head. Lissa struggling came to a stop as she realized how futile her situation was, and began to quietly sob as Avera continued to stroke her hair.

"I can't wait to parade you through the town in this sorry state."

"HMM?!?!" Lissa alarmingly muffled into her gag upon being informed she'd be seen publicly by the Plegian people, before she suddenly felt a presence behind her, along with a round object being pressed against her asshole. With no time to react, Lissa cried out into her gag as she felt the object suddenly inserted into her, not only feeling the round object filling her inner walls, but also feeling a strange brushing sensation on the back of her legs.

"With that new tail behind you, you're finally ready to fulfill your new role as the back of my horse." Aversa said with a chuckle as she eyed the newly fitted white horse's tail protruding from between Lissa's asscheeks.

Lissa struggled to comprehend the strange role that Aversa was forcing upon her, but her role was progressively starting to make sense to her as another guard kneeled down beside her and lifted each of her legs one by one, fitting them with a boot that forced her on her toes. It was becoming clear to her now that she was cruelly serving as the back end of Aversa's horse.

Despite still having tears in her eyes, Lissa tried to move her eyes up to glare at her captor, but could only manage to get a look at the lower half of Aversa's bare back due to where she was positioned. Aversa still caught a glimpse of Lissa's small act of defiance, and chuckled at Lissa's anger.

"So cute." She complimented her prisoner as she finally stopped stroking Lissa's hair, "Don't you worry, you're already used to being behind someone in combat, except now you'll literally be serving as my back." Aversa mocked with a sickening grin.

The large gates before Avera began to open, revealing the sunlight on the other side, shining down on Aversa and Lissa's naked figures. A guard behind Lissa gave her ass a quick swat, causing Lissa to stumble forward with the clop of her hooves hitting the stone floor beneath her, pushing the head of the horse forward with a pleasurable moan, and signaling Aversa to finally step through the opened gate.

And so began their walk through the Plegian city, the beautiful horse Aversa and her prisoner serving as the back end, trotting through the Plegian streets until later in the evening when Aversa had received her fill of the Ylissean princess's tears.

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The redhead ponygirl angrily trotted circles around her stall, waiting for her trainer to return to release her from her needs.

The sexually frustrated ponygirl was Celica, stripped of her clothes and dress in only a pair of brown leather hoof boots with hooves at the bottom of her feet, brown leather hoof gloves trapping her hands and replacing them with a pair of hooves, a red curled horse tail that protruded from a butt plug plugged into her backside, and a metal bit gag held in her mouth by a leather bridle latched onto her head.

She had been trotting in circles for almost an hour now, trying to shake off her need to relieve herself sexually.

"Come on, Alm..." Celica whined to herself in a huff, "Where in Mila's name are you?"

She had been waiting for her husband for almost two hours now. Alm had left her in the stable stall right before their ponyplay session for the night had begun, claiming he had something to do and that he'd be right back. Celica's frustration had only grown since then, and she was left stuck in a stall, dressed as a ponygirl and with not much to do.

"Fine! If he's not going to come back for me, then I might as well relieve myself!" Celica grumbled to herself as she fell back onto the pile of hay in the stall. She reached down with one of her hoof-covered hands and attempted to tease her clit with one of her hooves, rubbing the flat metal end of the hoof in small circular motion in an attempt to pleasure herself.

"This... isn't working..." she let out a frustrated sigh, the cold metal of the hoof not feeling right to her.

She let her hand fall to her side and remained rested on the hay, letting out a sigh of exhaustion and annoyance.

"Alm... where are you?"

Suddenly, Celica heard the sound of the doors at the front of the stables opening, perking her ears in anticipation. She shot up from the haystack and ran over to her stall's gate, leaning her head over the gate to see Alm happily walking down the stable hall.

"Alm!" Celica muffled excitedly through her bit gag as she hopped with joy from her side of the stall. After 2 hours of sexual frustration, she was excited to see that her relief had finally arrived.

"Hey Celica, sorry to have kept you waiting." Alm apologized as he reached out his hands towards his wife and gently rubbed her face, with Celica leaning into Alm's rubbing. "Something came up while I was on my way back that I had to tend to. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

Celica's eyes turned from an excited gaze to an annoyed glare as she was reminded of her long wait time. She quietly growled from under her bit gag, despite Alm's continued rubbing of her face.

"Alright, I can see I've made you a bit mad." Alm acknowledged with a slightly apologetic sigh as he let go of Celica's face and reached for the stall gate's latch. "Let's just see if we can get some ponyplay done today befo-"

Immediately upon opening the stall gate, Celica shot out and pounced onto Alm, knocking the words out of him along with knocking him down with her on top of him.

"Ack! Celica!" Alm whined as he rubbed the back of his head. His wife remained unfazed at his minor injury though, knowing how strong he was. She simply remained over him, her heavy breathing resulting in her hot breath in Alm's face. She stared wildly into Alm's eyes briefly before looking around, trying to find something to finally relieve herself with, when she caught eye of one of Alm's legs, bent up at the knee.

"Perfect!" The horny ponygirl thought to herself as she slid down Alm's body and positioned her crotch over her husband's knee and began to hungerly hump Alm's right leg, seeking the climax she had been desiring for the past couple hours

"Woah Celica, easy there!" Alm tried to calm his erratic wife, but to no avail. She wasn't listening to reason, only the words "Cum, cum, CUM!" that repeated over and over in her head as she used Alm's leg to pleasure her needy clit. Alm remained seated on the ground and let out a sigh as he simply waited for Celica to finish. After all, this wasn't the first time she'd done something like this with him.

Celica kept up with her relentless humping for the next 10 minutes, until she finally felt herself reaching the end, biting down on her bit gag and tightly hugging Alm's legs as she climaxed onto his leg.

Celica's humping had finally come to an end, with Alm's right leg almost completely soaked in Celica's love juices. Exhausted, but happy to have finally sexually relieved herself, she weakly crawled back towards her husband's arms once more.

"All done?" Alm asked with a chuckle.

"Mm hm..." Celica mumbled with a nod as she collapsed onto Alm's chest, closing her eyes as she felt a well deserved rest was in order. Alm let out a sigh as he happily ran his hand over his wife's messy hair, and apologetic look on his face as he gazed down at his wife, but happy that she had at least received some pleasure from him that night.

"Guess we can always do a bit of ponyplay tomorrow if you're feeling up to it." he quietly offered, unsure if his wife was even awake.

"Mm hm..." Celica weakly responded to Alm, before finally drifting off the sleep.