Thread: The Royal Pet (SweetMarie and Myself)

She growls as she was throw off her, clearly the gesture was not taken. She sighed softly as she watched the dark scenery go by her. As she did watch out the window, she would peek glances at her master and when she got the feeling that Marybeth was about to look at her she would look away. When the car came to a spot after a few minutes, she grabs her bow and then opens the door, now Marybeth was not the only one that was upset. You didnt have to push me off you know You could have asked. She tells her. She got out and Marybeths mother was waiting at the door, she walked down the steps, Nyssa is Marybeth alright? She asks. Nyssa was about to say something nasty, but she held her tongue. She is fine your highness just a bruised ego if you ask me. She answers. The queen was about to speak, but Nyssa was already walking off. She walks through the halls looking around, normally she would be getting stares but the last time it had happened she killed the person and thus not a lot of the servants dared face her, but there some that were friendly towards her. Nyssa you got a letter from your extended family. The girl states. Nyssa nods and smiles, Thanks Sophia. She says. She walks to her room and unlocks it, she walks into her room and looks around, and she closed her door. Here room was filled with posters of her favorite bands, comic book and anime characters. Her desk had a gaming laptop and PC along with a work laptop and a personal one. Her book shelves were filled with comic of various sorts and another was filled with movies. She looks at the drum kit and electric guitar. She also had a TV which was hooked up to her Xbox one and near it were all her games. She was a kid at heart and her room reflected her passions. She put her bow on her bed and then got undress tossing her gear on the bed. She had two mannequins in her room, one for her Green Arrow costume and the other was for her pony tack. She grabs the items that she tossed on her bed. She walked over to the naked mannequin and she put the jacket on first followed by the bow in the left hand. She lifted the mannequin and put the pants on it, she put it down and sighed softly. She looks at her tack and then tosses her harness, she missed being turned into an animal, and she missed giving control to someone. As she thought of this a hand went to her core and she felt the dampness. She sighs and she teased her clit a bit, Oh Marybeth. She spoke softly. She moves the mannequin to the back end. And she unbuckles the shoulder straps followed by the ones that went above her legs, followed by the buckle that went around her waist. She then undoes the strap that went between her legs, just doing such a small task made her wet between the legs. She took the harness from the mannequin and put it over her work clothes, Okay you are practicing the high step, Spanish walk and piaffe. She told herself. Her fetish gear was her greatest secret and the only ones that knew of it were the maids, even then she swore them to secrecy and they were true to their word. To everyone else her room was off limits. She grabs a bottle of lotion and sighed as she squirts some lotion on her hand. She began rubbing the lotion all over her body and she moaned as the thoughts of Marybeth crept in. It took her about ten minutes to get her bottle lotion and she smiled. She unlaces the corset and lays it on the desk, she also unlaced her hoof mitts and placed them on the desk as well. Some of her best times were in her tack, she unzips the front of the outfit and she took it off slowly not wanting to harm one of her most prized possession. When she got it off she quickly slide it on and once she did get it on, she touches herself to make sure there were no creases. Years of doing it made the need for her to check unnecessary, but old habits die hard. She grabs her pony hoof boots and sat down. She unlaced both and then slipped the right then left. She put the shoelace through the holes and tied the right boot followed by the left. She got up and looks at herself, it had been a long time since she had been like this. High step. She tells herself. She brought her left leg up as high as she could and then left it there for a few seconds before placing down. Her foot clicked due to the boot and she whines like a horse, Nyssa was getting into her role. She brought her right foot up then down, Spanish walk You got this. She tells herself. She puts her hands behind her back to mimic bound hands. She starts walking and as she did she brought her foot up and kicked out as if doing the can-can. She went around her room a few times then stopped to catch her breath. Remembering all the good times gave her a feverish itch between her legs and she neighs as she was clicking her right hoof against the floor showing her displeasure at being turned on. She focused and started walking. She kept her leg straight as she brought it up and then down, Piaffe. She tells herself. She continued her walking and she would switch it up, Hmmm still got it. She thought.