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Not quite what you expected, part 1
Not quite what you expected, horse
“There you have it, ROYAL FLUSH!”
Johnny couldn’t believe it. He went all in and in the end, he won the full pot on the table.
“No way this is legal. I bet you cheated.” one of the other players remarked.
“Everything clean and serene” Johnny ensured and collected the jetons with a big grin.
“May I join in?” a woman came to the table and looked deeply into Johnny’s eyes.
If Johnny knew what would be happening, he would have left the table and that would be it but he fell for the big brown eyes, the shy face and her long hair.
“Who is this beauty?” Johnny asked.
“She is a relative of mine. Not very extroverted, but a nice person in general. Since you are single breed, for an eternity as it seems, I thought you might want to hang out with her?” Johnny’s friend Charlie replied. He just couldn’t keep his hands out of Johnny’s life. Always trying to overload his friend with relationship possibilities.
“I am single, so what. Nice to meet you anyway.” Johnny shrugged off his friend and offered his hand to the, he had to admit, gorgeous lady. “You can take a seat. What is your name by the way?” Johnny rushed forward and pulled a chair from the table and bowed in a gentleman manner.
“How sweet of you. My name is Anna. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. What card game are you playing?” she wanted to know.
“This? We are playing old-style Poker- the way we always play: five cards and you can choose whether you want to exchange three cards of yours with the stack on the table or play with your first hand.
“How are the odds?”
“We don’t really play about anything, just the chips. We don’t need to cause existence-financing problems. If you know what I mean.” Johnny further explained.
“So, you don’t risk anything? How boring. I vote for a change of gameplay- no risk no fun.” she smirked.
“Anna, not this again...” Charlie tried to hold her back.
“Why not? I thought you are men after all? What do you say if we introduce a little…”
Her eyes were directed on the floor, her shyness was cute and something about her, Johnny couldn’t really describe what it was, made him really interested in whatever she was offering.
“… Striptease?”
Johnny spat his whiskey, Charlie lost his cigarette and it fell onto the new carpet, pouring ashes all over the fabric and the third player, a colleague from Johnny’s working place almost swallowed his smoke. Johnny didn’t like the stench of smoking but it was Charlie’s condo after all. His home, his rules.
Anna chuckled.
“Real men, strong men, yeah I see…”
Charlie picked up his cigarette and tried to rescue his carpet from the stains, not quite successfully as it seemed, and the third player immediately ran to the restroom. He didn’t feel so well.
Johnny chuckled as well as he saw their mishap as he was wiping his whiskey pool on the table with the sleeve of his shirt.
“Anna, how many times do I have to tell you that we don't want to do the sensitive stuff? No means no, we never change the rules. And don't try the doggy glare again. I mean it!” Charlie raised his voice again.
“Why not, I have some free time anyway after all the overtime at work.” Johnny had to cough after the table was cleaned.
Charlie had cleaned up his mess as well and put out his dirty cigarette.
“I think the idea sounds not so bad at all. Come on, nobody will see us. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” Johnny winked and patted Charlies shoulder roughly.
“Okay then, it’s your funeral.” Charlie gave in.
“Chicken Charlie strikes back.” Anna mocked and wiggled with her bend arms.
“Not funny! Fine, you want it. You have it. No extra rules except from that one. And no cheating! Let’s poker.” Charlie exclaimed as his honour was severely offended.
“Until our third player returns, Anna can take his place.” Johnny decided.
“The rules are simple: Whoever loses has to undress one piece of clothing.” Anna explained and smirked.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, we are all grown ups. We know the rules, A.“ Charlie intervened.
The trio played for hours. Anna didn’t really have a lucky streak and after five rounds she was sitting there in her bra and her lingerie. The third player called it quits and drove home concerned about his health.
“Do you want to stop, Anna? You don’t have really much to offer by now.” Charlie said and looked at her cards. Not even one pair.
“Full house. What do you want to take off this time?” Charlie mused and Anna took off her wrist watch.
“Last round, I know my luck returns this round for sure.” Anna was visibly angered and didn’t intend to give up anyway. She hit her fist on the table and took the her pile of cards.
“Doesn’t look good for you” Charlie said and looked at his three tens.
Anna raised a brow but she continued.
“You sure?” Charlie wondered.
“YES, DAMMIT!”
“Let’s see your cards.” Johnny said and revealed his hand: A pair of aces.
“Not bad, now it’s my turn.” Charlie announced and showed his cards.
“Last but not least, Anna.” Charlie said.
“I don’t know but is this a good hand of cards?” Anna asked and laid down one card after another. Heart Queen, cross queen, and three Kings.
“You b*tch, you bluffed!” Charlie was astonished,
“I told you my luck would come back.”
It was really unusual. Johnny and Charlie were losing one round after another until Charlie had enough as he lost his pants.
“I won’t continue this game. You cheated! I don’t know how you did it but I won’t participate in this any longer!” Charlie shouted, took his pants, exited through the door and slammed it shut after him.
“What a child. Do you want to continue?”
“Why should I? I have nothing else left to pick. Maybe I should go as well.” Johnny considered.
“Don’t be like that. Maybe you can earn me for a weekend?” Anna said and kissed him on his right cheek.
“I don’t know about this.” Johnny replied and blushed.
“You see, we are both more on the naked side than anything. So, I don’t have anything to offer else. But what do you offer if I won?” Anna wanted to know.
“… I have no idea. Maybe I clean your car or your house or something?” Johnny tried to bargain.
“I have a better idea. What do you say if you grant me a wish? I can come to you whenever and wherever I want and you do what I demand, for one day, of course. How does that sound?”
“And what kind of wish would that be?” Johnny asked.
“My secret, darling.” Anna whispered in his ear.
“So you're in or you're out? Remember, your clothes are mine now and I wonder if the police won't stop you if you meet them. After this round, however, you can have your belongings back, I promise”. Anna negotiated.
“I don't know about this...” Johnny scratched his chin.
“Tic, toc, tic, toc...”
“Allright, fine. One last game.” Johnny gave up and began to mix the cards.
And so it started.
Johnny had a strange feeling from the beginning but he couldn't deny that having Anna as her girlfriend, at least for one night, was tempting without any doubt. He would behave, of course, and treat her with the utmost respect.
But there was the nagging thought about her wish. What might it be? He couldn't figure out what it would be. And since he just met her he didn't know anything at all about her.
Nevertheless it was his mess and he had to protect his reputation as a player who keeps his word- no matter what.
Anna grinned the whole time. She seemed changed, full of confidence all of a sudden.
Johnny had a lousy hand and decided to take three new cards. His eyes widened.
“Ready or not, here comes your doom.” Anna announced.
“I will begin.” Johnny reacted and laid out his hand: four tens.
“That's impressive...” Anna became silent.
“I guess we go to my place now.” Johnny began to collect his clothes.
“Not so fast, sugar.”
“What? I won, you lost. That's the rule.”
“Who said I lost?”
“But I thought...”
“You thought wrong.” Anna followed up her words with deeds and layed out her cards, one after another: Cross 10, Cross Queen, Cross King, Cross Ace and... cross Jack.
“But...but...but”. Johnny stammered.
Anna gently closed his mouth and caressed his cheek.
“Don't worry, it won't be too long. When do you have time? Tomorrow sounds good. It is weekend after all.”
“Please don't be too harsh on me...” Johnny begged.
“Don't worry, everyone likes cute horses.”
“Cute...what?”
But Anna was already gone. Charlie was already snorting upstairs and it was almost 4 o'clock in the morning.
Johnny's strange feeling intensified and it drove a chill down his spine. He collected his clothes, slipped back in them and jumped in his car. Something was dawning him and there was an itch inside him to find out what it was.
As he finally reached his bed he couldn't sleep. Being full of worries he called Charlie and asked for Anna's number.
“Whatever you two had arranged with eachother- leave me out of it.” Charlie mumbled, gave Johnny the information and hang up the phone.
“Johnny...Do you have any idea how late it is? What do you want?” Anna was slightly annoyed.
“Sorry, but I couldn't sleep. What did you mean with the 'horse' thing? Are we visiting the race track, a circus or a barn in the countryside, are we riding out or what did you imply?”
“Don't you worry about that. I have all reins in my hands. You won't need anything. I will pick you up in a few hours but let me get some sleep first, will you?”
“Yes...ok, sorry about that again. See you tomorrow, I guess. Good night.” Johnny replied and ended the call.
Anna arrived on time. Johnny was still deep in his dreams as the doorbell rang. It took him a few minutes to wake up. He stumbled to the door, opened it and welcomed Anna with a yawny good morning.
“Johnny, dear, we had an arrangement. Here I am and now is your turn. Do your part.”
“Wha... sorry... I...”
And then Johnny remembered. The blasted poker game. He lost and then... and now...
“Anna, look, I know what I promised yesterday. I had some scotch intus and spoke a lot of nonsense. I am sorry that you misunderstood my joke.”
“No, joke. Everything is set. Your suit is in the trunk and we have only half an our left for your appointment.”
“You can't be serious. What appointment do you mean?”
“I am as serious as I can be. You gave me your word and now jump in the car already.”
“But I am still in my pajamas.”
“I took care for everything. Trust me.”
Johnny wasn't sure what to think about all of this and decided to pack at least some clothes and his underwear. He left the house and took place on the passenger's seat.
Anna didn't waste any second and put the pedal to the metal. Anyway, it was too late and Johnny prayed that Anna didn't sell him to some kind of human trafficking ring.
As the car arrived on the compound of an abandoned factory, Anna left the car, took a large bag from the trunk and dragged Johnny with her inside.
“Don't stall. We haven't much time left. It is time for you to change in your outfit already!” she pushed.
“What outfit? You still didn't tell me what my job here is. What is this place anyway?”
“5 minutes, get a move on or you will be disqualified.” a man dressed in black clothing, with the writing 'staff' on his back, notified.
“Johnny, come on, you gave me your word and we won't leave this place until you fullfilled your part of our deal.”
“Fine, whatever, show me what mystery lies in this bag.”
She opened the zipper and out came a one-piece-plushsuit, a very fuzzy fursuit indeed. It looked really warm and looking at the mesh cartoony eyes, there was no way anyone could dinstinguish the person who was wearing the suit. Running through the fur with his fingers it was sending shivers down his spine, it was criminally soft, alluring and somehow addicting once touched. At the end of each limb the brown fursuit changed to longer and darker fur for each plush hoof. Everything was sewn on and doubts began to grow from the deep of Johnny's mind. This suit was the purest example of perfection that he had ever seen. The perfect way to go unnoticed, if you intended to work undercover among plush fanatics that is. Inspecting the back of the suit made Johnny wonder whether it was a dream or a nightmare if he decided to wear that thing. The seam was designed to hide the zippers all too well and the suit itself had a double zipper with a tiny locking device. Testing the zippers proved how dangerous it was. One inch too close and a click sealed the suit. Pulling on zipper upwards only led to following the other. The gap between both zippers was far too small to even press a fingertip through. Even worse, inside of the connection of the zippers was a lock, dexterously build inside and, once closed, the zippers could only be seperated from eachother with a key. Grabbing anything with the plush hooves would be near impossible. Without the key there would be no way at all to escape, ever.
“I see you are impressed. Now get in. This is your suit from now on. But first you have to wear it and move outside. I am not allowed on the stage. But don't worry, darling, I will be close and watch every move of yours.” Anna smiled and penetrantly offered him the suit.
“You expect me to wear this thing? Where is the key?”
Anna put a finger on his lips and caressed his chin. The key was dangling from her neck. She had been planning it all along.
Anna unlocked the suit and replied that there was no reason to worry. Again, she offered the soft mass of fur to him. Even the head was sewn on. Johnny felt a little unease.
“I will take care of everything, as I said before. If you need anything, come to me then. The key is mine to keep and you wouldn't be able to handle it with, well, with your hooves. And I guess you don't want to lose it with the clumsy stubs of yours, don't you? Yes, I think it is better if I generously volunteer to watch over that tiny treasure.”
Johnny grunted and gave in. She could be very convincing for a mostly shy girl. He stepped in the two plush legs and pulled the bodysuit up to his armpits. Anna was already there and mercilessly slammed the pony head on him. To his dismay a gag emotionlessly forced its way into his mouth as Anna closed the zipper closed. The first metallic clicking signalled him the brisance of the situation he had himself foolishly been talked into. Blindly he reached behind at his neck and barely felt a rather tiny lock..
It was too late: Before he could fully grab the lock Anna already held his other arm firmly and gently led it down into the darknesss of the first hoof-ended plush sleeve as he tried to fumble around his pony head with his other remaining arm. One arm was already lost in the void of the plush. The other one followed at once.
Johnny panicked. He broke free of Anna's grasp and tried his best to push, pull and tug at the pony-head. But as it dawned to him before, it was useless. Even worse was the fact that another click came out of one of his hooves. He couldn't make it from which one though but yanking at both plush legs revealed that one of his legs was locked inside as well. Johnny shouted at Anna but the sound that came out from the, admittedly, cute plush horse was anything but easy to interpret. Being helpless he stormed at Anna and was soon interrupted as yet another click came down his feet section. Now both legs were firmly locked inside the hooves.
But there was a catch in the whole thing. Anna grabbed Johnny's plush body and forced them both to the ground. Utilizing Johnny's confusion, Anna placed herself under Johnny's plushy body and bound a small rope around both of their bodies.
“What the hell are you doing? Let me go, this instant!” Johnny commanded.
“No, honey, before we start our little game I have to play my trump card.”
Johnny tried his best to push himself away from her but the thread was prohibiting him all too well.
Anna changed her facial expression to a frightened, rather terrified version and pushed the horse head away. Johnny's face emerged from the void in the pony mouth, but only as long as Anna held it open. What the frick did she plan this time?
The flash from a distant corner hit Johnny absolutely unexpectedly as he turned his surprised face to the camera.
After a few seconds, Anna unbound herself from him and waddled over to the location where the flash came from without giving Johnny a second look. Meanwhile, without Anna's assistance, the pony head slowly began to swallow Johnny's head, retaking its stuffing.
She walked over to her well positioned phone and admired her just taken photo as the head of the suit was almost finished englufing Johnny's face. Then she returned to the still helpless Johnny who was doing his best to stand up with his plush hooves. Why was the floor so damn slippery?Damn tiles, damn suit, DAMN ANNA.
Anna kneed down before Johnny, pushed the muzzle of the suit open a tiny bit, just enough to keep the gag away, and showed her phone to him “Have a look at this. We need to work on your chocolate side in the future.”
Johnny paused his futile attempts, rested his hooves under his torso to brace his body enough still laying on his plushy tummy, looked at the picture. He was lying ontop of Anna. His red and heated sweating head, his angered look and her helpless stare...
“You damn b*tch!”
“I assume you know what this is. If you ever dare to say anything, this picture goes viral. Johnny pony going to prison. I wonder what the inmates would do to their prized perverted stallion...”
“I haven't raped you! You set me up.” Johnny shouted at her but Anna still was unimpressed and took all her time to smoothly place herself on his back, forcing his face to the ground. Then she let go of the pony head. The mouth of the suit closed and the gag returned.
“Yes, J-Baby, and nobody but us two will know what really happened.”
Johnny's answer was hard to interpret without a defined articulation.
“Hahaha, finally I got you where I want you, you silly man.” Anna thought as Johnny tried his best to find a way out of his soft prison without losing his sanity. The pony in the mirror was doing some strange aerobics but it was no use, the pony still remained a pony. Johnny shouted and screamed against the gag but it didn't move an inch. In fact it felt like his terrified screams weren't able to leave the plushy insides of the suit anyhow. He was the only one who could hear his own screams.
With tears in his eyes he rammed into Anna, trying to nail her to the ground but with his limited vision, Anna had the advantage and didn't need much agility to dodge horsie's clumsy attack attempt. She stretched a leg and he tumbled over it.
The pony pancaked to the floor and Anna had no intention of wasting any second. She sat ontop the plushy back of the plush-pony-suit and finished her evil plan. Diligently she guided a tiny lock with a loop around both back zippers on the suit, attached a tiny lock and sewed the said lock deeply into a plush pocket. The zipper was invisible for nescient eyes and the horse would never be able to escape from its situation as long as she wanted.
Johnny on the other hand tried his best to stand up on the slippery floor. The hoofes turned out to be useless to get a hold and with Anna on his back it was even harder. Slipping away every time he fell on his plush snout. Without his trusty human fingers he had no chance.
Finally, Anna stood up and gave him a slight yank pulling him on his plush hoofed feet.
There, something was flashing. It came from one of his hand hooves. Could it be... could it?
Indeed, Johnny made out a zipper and his hope returned. Being busy with the proper appearance of the soon-to-be show-pony, Anna was distracted for that moment.
Without too much movement Johnny casually rubbed his right hoof on the zipper. Yes, it moved a little. Soon he would be free. Anna didn't notice anything and Johnny made his move. He shook Anna off in no time and completed his mission. The zipper was open. Johnny laughed and was eager to see his valuable hand again and stretched his fingers. But...
There must have been something but although the zipper was open, his fingers still couldn't find an open seam. All they could touch was that blasted plush fur. He fumbled with all might but he didn't see anything. It was hard enough to look through that darn pony head and by that time Johnny completely ignored Anna and her actions. Instead of his fingers a plush fabric was moving its way to the opening. But it did only move a few inches and stopped. The zipper was a fake. There were two layers of fabric, one trapping his hands and one with the zipper. His hands had been taken off the game.
Another tear ran down his cheek while Anna meticulously brushed his plushy mane.
Defeated, Johnny fell on his bottom. Anna joined him on the floor and closed the zipper again, hiding both of his zippers deep into the fur, no trace of any sympathy. All the hard work of Johnny was futile.
Anna laughed.
“I hope now my cute little pony knows its place. You are mine and if you still can't deal with it I can show your your cute tag, you are mine.”
Johnny watched Anna pulling out a washing tag from a fold of the suit. At least on one side of the tag showed the washing and caring instructions for the suit.
Wearing the pony head made it hard to look down on him, it was still near impossible to identify anything which was down on his plush body. His only option was the mirror. It showed the the sentence, but mirrored.
Anna fo ytreporp
Property of Anna...!
Oh shit, that bitch was crazy. And he could do nothing but wait. All of his strenght was useless with that plush prison he was forced to wear. All cogs in Johny's mind were spinning, there must be a way to get out, if he had more time and no crazy witch around...
(Turning the tag showed the sentence on the other side: 'Property of ANNA. Please bring the lost pony back to - Anna's address and her phone number')
Pointing with her finger to him and then to her showed him who was in charge. Johnny watched the pony in the mirror lowering its head. That damn horse. His horse tail was blurrily visible from the right side of his visual field, at least what the mesh allowed him to see.
Approaching, Anna played with the tiny key, mocking him but Johnny was too exhausted to follow her words. That plush... The suit was like a sauna and the ventilation was horrendous.
“As I said. If you play along, I will send your plushy butt free and we will never talk about it again. If you don't cooperate I will let you and your horse-side have private time as long as you need to accept your current fate. Whatever you decide, the horse wins. What do you say, Johnny-boy?”
Johnny nodded. The sooner he would get rid of that plushy monstrosity the sooner he would turn her in to the cops. They would book her and the spook would be over.
“Fine, good pony. I wondered if you would remember me but as it seems you forgot everyhting about me, didn't you?” Anna laughed differently this time. Something familiar was in that voice and Johnny-pony was almost able to find out what it was. Something from the past.
“Don't you still get it? No bells ringing?”
Johnny mumbled into his gag. Then it came back to his mind. An occurance from the past.
An eternity ago, Anna was the most obedious and small sized nerdy child you can think of. Back in the school days John was a rather immature human being. Pranks, brawls, lesson-skippings, you name it. John did them all. All cool kids did that. Only the nerds and four-eyed people were obeying any authorities, no guts to stand up to the rules, such losers.
Anyway, one day John was invited to Anna's birthday and it was a fine opportunity to show her what a victim she was. Anna was the prime example of a school-victim with her flashing red hair, curly and standing in every direction, bouncing with every move. The person herself was more of a jumpy, happy go lucky character. As if an overly joyous attitude would grant you friends without any effort. But don't worry, John's school of life lessons is never closed and he had been planning for a decent detention, extra for Anna. She could thank him later.
To make it all more funny, Johnny behaved to her like a real friend and when she finally let her guard down she believed anything he advised to her and even confided to him that she loved horses and was dreaming of wearing her pony-costume in front of the class if nobody laughed. Johnny showed himself impressed and told her that costume parties would make her the star of her class. She loved animal costumes of all kind and that's why she told everyone to come costumed. The cuter the better, finally she would have some real friends.
What she didn't know was Johnny's evil mind because he told every party guest that the costume idea was just a joke beforehand.
Then happened, what had to happen: Anna was the only one costumed and everyone was hollering and making fun of her. The clique ambushed Anna and the sleepover party resulted in a pony bound to a stake. Johnny enjoyed every second of it and ordered his goons to pull the ropes around her even tighter, she had many troubles to breath and the kids where without any empathy.
As the pony-costumed Anna was roped up to the hilt, Johnny couldn't hold himself back any longer and made some neighing and whining noises. Anna was in that situation for hours and her parents weren't at home for the whole weekend. It was supposed to be such a great party. Well it was a great party, for everyone except for her. One after another the class left the party, grabbing some cake and snacks for the way but Johnny was the last one there in the rocking chair, enjoying the helpless plush pony.
Then his drowsiness began to get the best of him. He left and Anna was still bound. She cried and the house was alone. John told her to shut up, forced a sock in her mouth and tied a scarf around her head. Then he fastened the hood of her pony costume with a roll of tape.
“Did you really think that a child with such crazy hobbies would deserve the honour to find friends? Wake up Anna, life isn't all ponies and rainbows and shit. I am doing you a favor. Isn't it what you wanted? Being a cute horse and all? I heard ponies are bound to their stables for hours and I figured it would be a great training for you. Living as a pony, your dream finally came true. You can thank me later.”
After draping her neck with a ring of flowers and a 'bad-pony' sign on her lap Johnny took some photos of the crying Anna and gave her a slap on the butt. Incinerating and cutting Anna's clothes into tiny and unusable pieces was John's last act. His work was done.
“Just in case you don't hold your trap about anything what happened here. If you spoil anything or if you tell anyone, the photos are sure to travel all across our school, guaranteed.” He said with a cynical tone and then he left, leaving Anna into the darkness. Tears ran down her cheeks...
Anna looked behind the darkness of his mesh eyes. “Ah, I see, now you remember. I can assure you, I haven't forgot anything, my dear friend, and you can bet that I am going to repay you for what you did.” she said and attached leather reins and bridles on his muzzle.
It dawned to Johnny that her revenge would be even worse than wearing that pony-costume. Alas, he was right. Anna undressed in front of him and squeezed one of her sweaty sock in his snout. The smell began to make him dizzy, his vision began to fade. In yet another desparate attempt, he made a dive to the exit door and moved his hooves all over the door knob to get it open somehow, but to no avail.
“No, no no, bad horsey, you can go when I allow you to go. You are mine and you will do as I say, what I say and when I say, as long as I say.”
Anna yanked hat his reins and pulled the defenceless plush horse back in her welcoming arms, giving Johnny a hug. Something in Johnny almost began to enjoy this experience but the most of his body shouted 'it is a trap, leave!' in a neverending stream of pleadings. What did she plan?
As he turned his eyes to the side he noticed blinkers, a saddle, some weight rings of lead, reins, chains, a whip, a teddy bear with a cowboy hat and a bit (and two earplugs deep inside the bag). Looking at his hooves, his, with every step unavoidably swaying, tail and the embarrassing mane strands which were falling deep in his vision, he came to the conclusion that that equipment was intended for him, or rather for the horse he was wearing.
“It is time for you to shine, the stage is waiting.” Anna said, released him from her hug and pushed the plush horse into the spotlights.
The audience was clapping and the announcer already began to raise the mood. Johnny couldn't make out anything. The lights were blinding him and three dark silhouettes were pushing him to the stage.
That couldn't be possible. Why was nobody helping him?
Johnny turned his plushy head and what he saw let his heart sink in his pants. His sentries were costumed. To his left was a giant orange fox, to his right a silver-grey wolf and from his back a badger suited freak was offering his assistance.
But where was Anna?
Johnny could have sworn she came after him but now all he could guess was a hall filled with zoophiles, no human in sight, and him being the mane attraction. Johnny would have laughed if a different person was the victim of that insane experiment.
Passing the rows many of the plush maniacs in the audience couldn't hold themselves back and gave Johnny's plushy rear a bold smack. Luckily, Johnny didn't feel anything thanks to the cushioned armor he was wearing but the embarassment skala was shooting through the stars. Unluckily for him, a sound device was hidden in his hip section, causing a neighing, whining or clopping sound, coming directly from his suit everytime when his flanks were touched. Johnny only wanted to disappear but those buffed goons had them in their claws or paws or whatever. That whole situation was a nightmare.
Without hesitation they pushed him farther forward, destination: the stage. The showmaster welcomed him with open arms and instructed his employees to bind the horse on a seat. His 'helpers' closed the handcuffs of the chair and attached a chain on his bridles. Johnny was a sitting duck, erm horse...
Anna was already finished dressing in her pink plush pony mascot costume, took a seat and shared her popcorn with her seatmates. The show was up to begin.
“How long do you think he can hold on?” a boar-suited person asked.
“I don't know. If he manages to answer the first question correctly the fun will be over faster than we thought. What a waste of money.” a mercat-suited indivuum replied.
“I thought it was for free?” a donkey-suited woman wondered.
Anna told them to calm themselves. The music began.
“Ladies, and Gentlemen, or shall I just say plushies who honored us with your visiting here today, now is the time to see a new contestant showing us what he is made off.” the showmaster spoke.
“If our beloved friend here” he pointed with his plush paw to Johnny.
“Manages to answer one question correctly, he can leave at once. But...”
The audience was growing restless. Murturing, murmuring and whispering filled the room. Johnny couldn't even understand a single word.
“But...” the announcer continued, being forced to speak louder against the dozends of voices from the audience ranks. “But with every false answer, the pony will take over.”
He showed the box with all the collected pony equipment. Glancing over to the seats Johnny was stunned. Everywhere he could see plushy pointy ears peaking out from the darkness, meaning all of them were anything but his allies. They came here just to see him being tormented.
“Every round is another challenge and if our horsey here fails with really every question, we go to the next round.”
The audience clapped and whistled and howled.
The show-guy waited until the silence returned. The spotlights found their way back to the stage after they had finished their dancing journey across the room.
The announcer himself was, of course costumed as well, what a surprise. He was wearing a mascot costume of a raccoon, how convenient, depicting accurately how he was involved in the robbery of Johnny's freedom.
Don't do this at all, it is just a fantasy, a rather dangerous one. Wait for Part 2
“There you have it, ROYAL FLUSH!”
Johnny couldn’t believe it. He went all in and in the end, he won the full pot on the table.
“No way this is legal. I bet you cheated.” one of the other players remarked.
“Everything clean and serene” Johnny ensured and collected the jetons with a big grin.
“May I join in?” a woman came to the table and looked deeply into Johnny’s eyes.
If Johnny knew what would be happening, he would have left the table and that would be it but he fell for the big brown eyes, the shy face and her long hair.
“Who is this beauty?” Johnny asked.
“She is a relative of mine. Not very extroverted, but a nice person in general. Since you are single breed, for an eternity as it seems, I thought you might want to hang out with her?” Johnny’s friend Charlie replied. He just couldn’t keep his hands out of Johnny’s life. Always trying to overload his friend with relationship possibilities.
“I am single, so what. Nice to meet you anyway.” Johnny shrugged off his friend and offered his hand to the, he had to admit, gorgeous lady. “You can take a seat. What is your name by the way?” Johnny rushed forward and pulled a chair from the table and bowed in a gentleman manner.
“How sweet of you. My name is Anna. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. What card game are you playing?” she wanted to know.
“This? We are playing old-style Poker- the way we always play: five cards and you can choose whether you want to exchange three cards of yours with the stack on the table or play with your first hand.
“How are the odds?”
“We don’t really play about anything, just the chips. We don’t need to cause existence-financing problems. If you know what I mean.” Johnny further explained.
“So, you don’t risk anything? How boring. I vote for a change of gameplay- no risk no fun.” she smirked.
“Anna, not this again...” Charlie tried to hold her back.
“Why not? I thought you are men after all? What do you say if we introduce a little…”
Her eyes were directed on the floor, her shyness was cute and something about her, Johnny couldn’t really describe what it was, made him really interested in whatever she was offering.
“… Striptease?”
Johnny spat his whiskey, Charlie lost his cigarette and it fell onto the new carpet, pouring ashes all over the fabric and the third player, a colleague from Johnny’s working place almost swallowed his smoke. Johnny didn’t like the stench of smoking but it was Charlie’s condo after all. His home, his rules.
Anna chuckled.
“Real men, strong men, yeah I see…”
Charlie picked up his cigarette and tried to rescue his carpet from the stains, not quite successfully as it seemed, and the third player immediately ran to the restroom. He didn’t feel so well.
Johnny chuckled as well as he saw their mishap as he was wiping his whiskey pool on the table with the sleeve of his shirt.
“Anna, how many times do I have to tell you that we don't want to do the sensitive stuff? No means no, we never change the rules. And don't try the doggy glare again. I mean it!” Charlie raised his voice again.
“Why not, I have some free time anyway after all the overtime at work.” Johnny had to cough after the table was cleaned.
Charlie had cleaned up his mess as well and put out his dirty cigarette.
“I think the idea sounds not so bad at all. Come on, nobody will see us. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” Johnny winked and patted Charlies shoulder roughly.
“Okay then, it’s your funeral.” Charlie gave in.
“Chicken Charlie strikes back.” Anna mocked and wiggled with her bend arms.
“Not funny! Fine, you want it. You have it. No extra rules except from that one. And no cheating! Let’s poker.” Charlie exclaimed as his honour was severely offended.
“Until our third player returns, Anna can take his place.” Johnny decided.
“The rules are simple: Whoever loses has to undress one piece of clothing.” Anna explained and smirked.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, we are all grown ups. We know the rules, A.“ Charlie intervened.
The trio played for hours. Anna didn’t really have a lucky streak and after five rounds she was sitting there in her bra and her lingerie. The third player called it quits and drove home concerned about his health.
“Do you want to stop, Anna? You don’t have really much to offer by now.” Charlie said and looked at her cards. Not even one pair.
“Full house. What do you want to take off this time?” Charlie mused and Anna took off her wrist watch.
“Last round, I know my luck returns this round for sure.” Anna was visibly angered and didn’t intend to give up anyway. She hit her fist on the table and took the her pile of cards.
“Doesn’t look good for you” Charlie said and looked at his three tens.
Anna raised a brow but she continued.
“You sure?” Charlie wondered.
“YES, DAMMIT!”
“Let’s see your cards.” Johnny said and revealed his hand: A pair of aces.
“Not bad, now it’s my turn.” Charlie announced and showed his cards.
“Last but not least, Anna.” Charlie said.
“I don’t know but is this a good hand of cards?” Anna asked and laid down one card after another. Heart Queen, cross queen, and three Kings.
“You b*tch, you bluffed!” Charlie was astonished,
“I told you my luck would come back.”
It was really unusual. Johnny and Charlie were losing one round after another until Charlie had enough as he lost his pants.
“I won’t continue this game. You cheated! I don’t know how you did it but I won’t participate in this any longer!” Charlie shouted, took his pants, exited through the door and slammed it shut after him.
“What a child. Do you want to continue?”
“Why should I? I have nothing else left to pick. Maybe I should go as well.” Johnny considered.
“Don’t be like that. Maybe you can earn me for a weekend?” Anna said and kissed him on his right cheek.
“I don’t know about this.” Johnny replied and blushed.
“You see, we are both more on the naked side than anything. So, I don’t have anything to offer else. But what do you offer if I won?” Anna wanted to know.
“… I have no idea. Maybe I clean your car or your house or something?” Johnny tried to bargain.
“I have a better idea. What do you say if you grant me a wish? I can come to you whenever and wherever I want and you do what I demand, for one day, of course. How does that sound?”
“And what kind of wish would that be?” Johnny asked.
“My secret, darling.” Anna whispered in his ear.
“So you're in or you're out? Remember, your clothes are mine now and I wonder if the police won't stop you if you meet them. After this round, however, you can have your belongings back, I promise”. Anna negotiated.
“I don't know about this...” Johnny scratched his chin.
“Tic, toc, tic, toc...”
“Allright, fine. One last game.” Johnny gave up and began to mix the cards.
And so it started.
Johnny had a strange feeling from the beginning but he couldn't deny that having Anna as her girlfriend, at least for one night, was tempting without any doubt. He would behave, of course, and treat her with the utmost respect.
But there was the nagging thought about her wish. What might it be? He couldn't figure out what it would be. And since he just met her he didn't know anything at all about her.
Nevertheless it was his mess and he had to protect his reputation as a player who keeps his word- no matter what.
Anna grinned the whole time. She seemed changed, full of confidence all of a sudden.
Johnny had a lousy hand and decided to take three new cards. His eyes widened.
“Ready or not, here comes your doom.” Anna announced.
“I will begin.” Johnny reacted and laid out his hand: four tens.
“That's impressive...” Anna became silent.
“I guess we go to my place now.” Johnny began to collect his clothes.
“Not so fast, sugar.”
“What? I won, you lost. That's the rule.”
“Who said I lost?”
“But I thought...”
“You thought wrong.” Anna followed up her words with deeds and layed out her cards, one after another: Cross 10, Cross Queen, Cross King, Cross Ace and... cross Jack.
“But...but...but”. Johnny stammered.
Anna gently closed his mouth and caressed his cheek.
“Don't worry, it won't be too long. When do you have time? Tomorrow sounds good. It is weekend after all.”
“Please don't be too harsh on me...” Johnny begged.
“Don't worry, everyone likes cute horses.”
“Cute...what?”
But Anna was already gone. Charlie was already snorting upstairs and it was almost 4 o'clock in the morning.
Johnny's strange feeling intensified and it drove a chill down his spine. He collected his clothes, slipped back in them and jumped in his car. Something was dawning him and there was an itch inside him to find out what it was.
As he finally reached his bed he couldn't sleep. Being full of worries he called Charlie and asked for Anna's number.
“Whatever you two had arranged with eachother- leave me out of it.” Charlie mumbled, gave Johnny the information and hang up the phone.
“Johnny...Do you have any idea how late it is? What do you want?” Anna was slightly annoyed.
“Sorry, but I couldn't sleep. What did you mean with the 'horse' thing? Are we visiting the race track, a circus or a barn in the countryside, are we riding out or what did you imply?”
“Don't you worry about that. I have all reins in my hands. You won't need anything. I will pick you up in a few hours but let me get some sleep first, will you?”
“Yes...ok, sorry about that again. See you tomorrow, I guess. Good night.” Johnny replied and ended the call.
Anna arrived on time. Johnny was still deep in his dreams as the doorbell rang. It took him a few minutes to wake up. He stumbled to the door, opened it and welcomed Anna with a yawny good morning.
“Johnny, dear, we had an arrangement. Here I am and now is your turn. Do your part.”
“Wha... sorry... I...”
And then Johnny remembered. The blasted poker game. He lost and then... and now...
“Anna, look, I know what I promised yesterday. I had some scotch intus and spoke a lot of nonsense. I am sorry that you misunderstood my joke.”
“No, joke. Everything is set. Your suit is in the trunk and we have only half an our left for your appointment.”
“You can't be serious. What appointment do you mean?”
“I am as serious as I can be. You gave me your word and now jump in the car already.”
“But I am still in my pajamas.”
“I took care for everything. Trust me.”
Johnny wasn't sure what to think about all of this and decided to pack at least some clothes and his underwear. He left the house and took place on the passenger's seat.
Anna didn't waste any second and put the pedal to the metal. Anyway, it was too late and Johnny prayed that Anna didn't sell him to some kind of human trafficking ring.
As the car arrived on the compound of an abandoned factory, Anna left the car, took a large bag from the trunk and dragged Johnny with her inside.
“Don't stall. We haven't much time left. It is time for you to change in your outfit already!” she pushed.
“What outfit? You still didn't tell me what my job here is. What is this place anyway?”
“5 minutes, get a move on or you will be disqualified.” a man dressed in black clothing, with the writing 'staff' on his back, notified.
“Johnny, come on, you gave me your word and we won't leave this place until you fullfilled your part of our deal.”
“Fine, whatever, show me what mystery lies in this bag.”
She opened the zipper and out came a one-piece-plushsuit, a very fuzzy fursuit indeed. It looked really warm and looking at the mesh cartoony eyes, there was no way anyone could dinstinguish the person who was wearing the suit. Running through the fur with his fingers it was sending shivers down his spine, it was criminally soft, alluring and somehow addicting once touched. At the end of each limb the brown fursuit changed to longer and darker fur for each plush hoof. Everything was sewn on and doubts began to grow from the deep of Johnny's mind. This suit was the purest example of perfection that he had ever seen. The perfect way to go unnoticed, if you intended to work undercover among plush fanatics that is. Inspecting the back of the suit made Johnny wonder whether it was a dream or a nightmare if he decided to wear that thing. The seam was designed to hide the zippers all too well and the suit itself had a double zipper with a tiny locking device. Testing the zippers proved how dangerous it was. One inch too close and a click sealed the suit. Pulling on zipper upwards only led to following the other. The gap between both zippers was far too small to even press a fingertip through. Even worse, inside of the connection of the zippers was a lock, dexterously build inside and, once closed, the zippers could only be seperated from eachother with a key. Grabbing anything with the plush hooves would be near impossible. Without the key there would be no way at all to escape, ever.
“I see you are impressed. Now get in. This is your suit from now on. But first you have to wear it and move outside. I am not allowed on the stage. But don't worry, darling, I will be close and watch every move of yours.” Anna smiled and penetrantly offered him the suit.
“You expect me to wear this thing? Where is the key?”
Anna put a finger on his lips and caressed his chin. The key was dangling from her neck. She had been planning it all along.
Anna unlocked the suit and replied that there was no reason to worry. Again, she offered the soft mass of fur to him. Even the head was sewn on. Johnny felt a little unease.
“I will take care of everything, as I said before. If you need anything, come to me then. The key is mine to keep and you wouldn't be able to handle it with, well, with your hooves. And I guess you don't want to lose it with the clumsy stubs of yours, don't you? Yes, I think it is better if I generously volunteer to watch over that tiny treasure.”
Johnny grunted and gave in. She could be very convincing for a mostly shy girl. He stepped in the two plush legs and pulled the bodysuit up to his armpits. Anna was already there and mercilessly slammed the pony head on him. To his dismay a gag emotionlessly forced its way into his mouth as Anna closed the zipper closed. The first metallic clicking signalled him the brisance of the situation he had himself foolishly been talked into. Blindly he reached behind at his neck and barely felt a rather tiny lock..
It was too late: Before he could fully grab the lock Anna already held his other arm firmly and gently led it down into the darknesss of the first hoof-ended plush sleeve as he tried to fumble around his pony head with his other remaining arm. One arm was already lost in the void of the plush. The other one followed at once.
Johnny panicked. He broke free of Anna's grasp and tried his best to push, pull and tug at the pony-head. But as it dawned to him before, it was useless. Even worse was the fact that another click came out of one of his hooves. He couldn't make it from which one though but yanking at both plush legs revealed that one of his legs was locked inside as well. Johnny shouted at Anna but the sound that came out from the, admittedly, cute plush horse was anything but easy to interpret. Being helpless he stormed at Anna and was soon interrupted as yet another click came down his feet section. Now both legs were firmly locked inside the hooves.
But there was a catch in the whole thing. Anna grabbed Johnny's plush body and forced them both to the ground. Utilizing Johnny's confusion, Anna placed herself under Johnny's plushy body and bound a small rope around both of their bodies.
“What the hell are you doing? Let me go, this instant!” Johnny commanded.
“No, honey, before we start our little game I have to play my trump card.”
Johnny tried his best to push himself away from her but the thread was prohibiting him all too well.
Anna changed her facial expression to a frightened, rather terrified version and pushed the horse head away. Johnny's face emerged from the void in the pony mouth, but only as long as Anna held it open. What the frick did she plan this time?
The flash from a distant corner hit Johnny absolutely unexpectedly as he turned his surprised face to the camera.
After a few seconds, Anna unbound herself from him and waddled over to the location where the flash came from without giving Johnny a second look. Meanwhile, without Anna's assistance, the pony head slowly began to swallow Johnny's head, retaking its stuffing.
She walked over to her well positioned phone and admired her just taken photo as the head of the suit was almost finished englufing Johnny's face. Then she returned to the still helpless Johnny who was doing his best to stand up with his plush hooves. Why was the floor so damn slippery?Damn tiles, damn suit, DAMN ANNA.
Anna kneed down before Johnny, pushed the muzzle of the suit open a tiny bit, just enough to keep the gag away, and showed her phone to him “Have a look at this. We need to work on your chocolate side in the future.”
Johnny paused his futile attempts, rested his hooves under his torso to brace his body enough still laying on his plushy tummy, looked at the picture. He was lying ontop of Anna. His red and heated sweating head, his angered look and her helpless stare...
“You damn b*tch!”
“I assume you know what this is. If you ever dare to say anything, this picture goes viral. Johnny pony going to prison. I wonder what the inmates would do to their prized perverted stallion...”
“I haven't raped you! You set me up.” Johnny shouted at her but Anna still was unimpressed and took all her time to smoothly place herself on his back, forcing his face to the ground. Then she let go of the pony head. The mouth of the suit closed and the gag returned.
“Yes, J-Baby, and nobody but us two will know what really happened.”
Johnny's answer was hard to interpret without a defined articulation.
“Hahaha, finally I got you where I want you, you silly man.” Anna thought as Johnny tried his best to find a way out of his soft prison without losing his sanity. The pony in the mirror was doing some strange aerobics but it was no use, the pony still remained a pony. Johnny shouted and screamed against the gag but it didn't move an inch. In fact it felt like his terrified screams weren't able to leave the plushy insides of the suit anyhow. He was the only one who could hear his own screams.
With tears in his eyes he rammed into Anna, trying to nail her to the ground but with his limited vision, Anna had the advantage and didn't need much agility to dodge horsie's clumsy attack attempt. She stretched a leg and he tumbled over it.
The pony pancaked to the floor and Anna had no intention of wasting any second. She sat ontop the plushy back of the plush-pony-suit and finished her evil plan. Diligently she guided a tiny lock with a loop around both back zippers on the suit, attached a tiny lock and sewed the said lock deeply into a plush pocket. The zipper was invisible for nescient eyes and the horse would never be able to escape from its situation as long as she wanted.
Johnny on the other hand tried his best to stand up on the slippery floor. The hoofes turned out to be useless to get a hold and with Anna on his back it was even harder. Slipping away every time he fell on his plush snout. Without his trusty human fingers he had no chance.
Finally, Anna stood up and gave him a slight yank pulling him on his plush hoofed feet.
There, something was flashing. It came from one of his hand hooves. Could it be... could it?
Indeed, Johnny made out a zipper and his hope returned. Being busy with the proper appearance of the soon-to-be show-pony, Anna was distracted for that moment.
Without too much movement Johnny casually rubbed his right hoof on the zipper. Yes, it moved a little. Soon he would be free. Anna didn't notice anything and Johnny made his move. He shook Anna off in no time and completed his mission. The zipper was open. Johnny laughed and was eager to see his valuable hand again and stretched his fingers. But...
There must have been something but although the zipper was open, his fingers still couldn't find an open seam. All they could touch was that blasted plush fur. He fumbled with all might but he didn't see anything. It was hard enough to look through that darn pony head and by that time Johnny completely ignored Anna and her actions. Instead of his fingers a plush fabric was moving its way to the opening. But it did only move a few inches and stopped. The zipper was a fake. There were two layers of fabric, one trapping his hands and one with the zipper. His hands had been taken off the game.
Another tear ran down his cheek while Anna meticulously brushed his plushy mane.
Defeated, Johnny fell on his bottom. Anna joined him on the floor and closed the zipper again, hiding both of his zippers deep into the fur, no trace of any sympathy. All the hard work of Johnny was futile.
Anna laughed.
“I hope now my cute little pony knows its place. You are mine and if you still can't deal with it I can show your your cute tag, you are mine.”
Johnny watched Anna pulling out a washing tag from a fold of the suit. At least on one side of the tag showed the washing and caring instructions for the suit.
Wearing the pony head made it hard to look down on him, it was still near impossible to identify anything which was down on his plush body. His only option was the mirror. It showed the the sentence, but mirrored.
Anna fo ytreporp
Property of Anna...!
Oh shit, that bitch was crazy. And he could do nothing but wait. All of his strenght was useless with that plush prison he was forced to wear. All cogs in Johny's mind were spinning, there must be a way to get out, if he had more time and no crazy witch around...
(Turning the tag showed the sentence on the other side: 'Property of ANNA. Please bring the lost pony back to - Anna's address and her phone number')
Pointing with her finger to him and then to her showed him who was in charge. Johnny watched the pony in the mirror lowering its head. That damn horse. His horse tail was blurrily visible from the right side of his visual field, at least what the mesh allowed him to see.
Approaching, Anna played with the tiny key, mocking him but Johnny was too exhausted to follow her words. That plush... The suit was like a sauna and the ventilation was horrendous.
“As I said. If you play along, I will send your plushy butt free and we will never talk about it again. If you don't cooperate I will let you and your horse-side have private time as long as you need to accept your current fate. Whatever you decide, the horse wins. What do you say, Johnny-boy?”
Johnny nodded. The sooner he would get rid of that plushy monstrosity the sooner he would turn her in to the cops. They would book her and the spook would be over.
“Fine, good pony. I wondered if you would remember me but as it seems you forgot everyhting about me, didn't you?” Anna laughed differently this time. Something familiar was in that voice and Johnny-pony was almost able to find out what it was. Something from the past.
“Don't you still get it? No bells ringing?”
Johnny mumbled into his gag. Then it came back to his mind. An occurance from the past.
An eternity ago, Anna was the most obedious and small sized nerdy child you can think of. Back in the school days John was a rather immature human being. Pranks, brawls, lesson-skippings, you name it. John did them all. All cool kids did that. Only the nerds and four-eyed people were obeying any authorities, no guts to stand up to the rules, such losers.
Anyway, one day John was invited to Anna's birthday and it was a fine opportunity to show her what a victim she was. Anna was the prime example of a school-victim with her flashing red hair, curly and standing in every direction, bouncing with every move. The person herself was more of a jumpy, happy go lucky character. As if an overly joyous attitude would grant you friends without any effort. But don't worry, John's school of life lessons is never closed and he had been planning for a decent detention, extra for Anna. She could thank him later.
To make it all more funny, Johnny behaved to her like a real friend and when she finally let her guard down she believed anything he advised to her and even confided to him that she loved horses and was dreaming of wearing her pony-costume in front of the class if nobody laughed. Johnny showed himself impressed and told her that costume parties would make her the star of her class. She loved animal costumes of all kind and that's why she told everyone to come costumed. The cuter the better, finally she would have some real friends.
What she didn't know was Johnny's evil mind because he told every party guest that the costume idea was just a joke beforehand.
Then happened, what had to happen: Anna was the only one costumed and everyone was hollering and making fun of her. The clique ambushed Anna and the sleepover party resulted in a pony bound to a stake. Johnny enjoyed every second of it and ordered his goons to pull the ropes around her even tighter, she had many troubles to breath and the kids where without any empathy.
As the pony-costumed Anna was roped up to the hilt, Johnny couldn't hold himself back any longer and made some neighing and whining noises. Anna was in that situation for hours and her parents weren't at home for the whole weekend. It was supposed to be such a great party. Well it was a great party, for everyone except for her. One after another the class left the party, grabbing some cake and snacks for the way but Johnny was the last one there in the rocking chair, enjoying the helpless plush pony.
Then his drowsiness began to get the best of him. He left and Anna was still bound. She cried and the house was alone. John told her to shut up, forced a sock in her mouth and tied a scarf around her head. Then he fastened the hood of her pony costume with a roll of tape.
“Did you really think that a child with such crazy hobbies would deserve the honour to find friends? Wake up Anna, life isn't all ponies and rainbows and shit. I am doing you a favor. Isn't it what you wanted? Being a cute horse and all? I heard ponies are bound to their stables for hours and I figured it would be a great training for you. Living as a pony, your dream finally came true. You can thank me later.”
After draping her neck with a ring of flowers and a 'bad-pony' sign on her lap Johnny took some photos of the crying Anna and gave her a slap on the butt. Incinerating and cutting Anna's clothes into tiny and unusable pieces was John's last act. His work was done.
“Just in case you don't hold your trap about anything what happened here. If you spoil anything or if you tell anyone, the photos are sure to travel all across our school, guaranteed.” He said with a cynical tone and then he left, leaving Anna into the darkness. Tears ran down her cheeks...
Anna looked behind the darkness of his mesh eyes. “Ah, I see, now you remember. I can assure you, I haven't forgot anything, my dear friend, and you can bet that I am going to repay you for what you did.” she said and attached leather reins and bridles on his muzzle.
It dawned to Johnny that her revenge would be even worse than wearing that pony-costume. Alas, he was right. Anna undressed in front of him and squeezed one of her sweaty sock in his snout. The smell began to make him dizzy, his vision began to fade. In yet another desparate attempt, he made a dive to the exit door and moved his hooves all over the door knob to get it open somehow, but to no avail.
“No, no no, bad horsey, you can go when I allow you to go. You are mine and you will do as I say, what I say and when I say, as long as I say.”
Anna yanked hat his reins and pulled the defenceless plush horse back in her welcoming arms, giving Johnny a hug. Something in Johnny almost began to enjoy this experience but the most of his body shouted 'it is a trap, leave!' in a neverending stream of pleadings. What did she plan?
As he turned his eyes to the side he noticed blinkers, a saddle, some weight rings of lead, reins, chains, a whip, a teddy bear with a cowboy hat and a bit (and two earplugs deep inside the bag). Looking at his hooves, his, with every step unavoidably swaying, tail and the embarrassing mane strands which were falling deep in his vision, he came to the conclusion that that equipment was intended for him, or rather for the horse he was wearing.
“It is time for you to shine, the stage is waiting.” Anna said, released him from her hug and pushed the plush horse into the spotlights.
The audience was clapping and the announcer already began to raise the mood. Johnny couldn't make out anything. The lights were blinding him and three dark silhouettes were pushing him to the stage.
That couldn't be possible. Why was nobody helping him?
Johnny turned his plushy head and what he saw let his heart sink in his pants. His sentries were costumed. To his left was a giant orange fox, to his right a silver-grey wolf and from his back a badger suited freak was offering his assistance.
But where was Anna?
Johnny could have sworn she came after him but now all he could guess was a hall filled with zoophiles, no human in sight, and him being the mane attraction. Johnny would have laughed if a different person was the victim of that insane experiment.
Passing the rows many of the plush maniacs in the audience couldn't hold themselves back and gave Johnny's plushy rear a bold smack. Luckily, Johnny didn't feel anything thanks to the cushioned armor he was wearing but the embarassment skala was shooting through the stars. Unluckily for him, a sound device was hidden in his hip section, causing a neighing, whining or clopping sound, coming directly from his suit everytime when his flanks were touched. Johnny only wanted to disappear but those buffed goons had them in their claws or paws or whatever. That whole situation was a nightmare.
Without hesitation they pushed him farther forward, destination: the stage. The showmaster welcomed him with open arms and instructed his employees to bind the horse on a seat. His 'helpers' closed the handcuffs of the chair and attached a chain on his bridles. Johnny was a sitting duck, erm horse...
Anna was already finished dressing in her pink plush pony mascot costume, took a seat and shared her popcorn with her seatmates. The show was up to begin.
“How long do you think he can hold on?” a boar-suited person asked.
“I don't know. If he manages to answer the first question correctly the fun will be over faster than we thought. What a waste of money.” a mercat-suited indivuum replied.
“I thought it was for free?” a donkey-suited woman wondered.
Anna told them to calm themselves. The music began.
“Ladies, and Gentlemen, or shall I just say plushies who honored us with your visiting here today, now is the time to see a new contestant showing us what he is made off.” the showmaster spoke.
“If our beloved friend here” he pointed with his plush paw to Johnny.
“Manages to answer one question correctly, he can leave at once. But...”
The audience was growing restless. Murturing, murmuring and whispering filled the room. Johnny couldn't even understand a single word.
“But...” the announcer continued, being forced to speak louder against the dozends of voices from the audience ranks. “But with every false answer, the pony will take over.”
He showed the box with all the collected pony equipment. Glancing over to the seats Johnny was stunned. Everywhere he could see plushy pointy ears peaking out from the darkness, meaning all of them were anything but his allies. They came here just to see him being tormented.
“Every round is another challenge and if our horsey here fails with really every question, we go to the next round.”
The audience clapped and whistled and howled.
The show-guy waited until the silence returned. The spotlights found their way back to the stage after they had finished their dancing journey across the room.
The announcer himself was, of course costumed as well, what a surprise. He was wearing a mascot costume of a raccoon, how convenient, depicting accurately how he was involved in the robbery of Johnny's freedom.
Don't do this at all, it is just a fantasy, a rather dangerous one. Wait for Part 2
Category Story / All
Species Horse
Gender Any
Size 50 x 50px
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