She received a letter…it was a letter that was type written and printed on plain paper. Jasmine could feel that no special treatment had been given to it to make it stand out above any other typed letter. The letter was something she had pulled from a box of which had been left on her doorstep. There was no address anywhere on the box, but judging by the plastic it was wrapped in, the sender wanted to keep it safe from the elements. Whatever was inside absolutely had to keep dry. Jasmine’s first thought about it was that the plastic might be keeping some kind of virus inside. She would have called someone about it, but then she might be giving away a chance for something exciting to happen.

Jasmine led a very uninteresting life, in her view. Wake up, go to work, and then come home alone. And she wasn’t just alone at home; she had left her family behind to come to a big city so she no one who could come and keep her company. Coming to the city, she was far too shy to meet anyone. A year of that has made her blend into the background at her work. Sure Friday nights she would go to a club and try to meet someone, but when she did they always ended up becoming one-nighters. She was just someone who people could get a quick and easy blowjob from. If they had stopped to think they would realize that Jasmine was whoring herself out for a reason, she longed to be seen. Failure after failure with men caused her to open her doors and legs to women. Very few takers, though when she did find one it was the exact same thing. All of this landed Jasmine wishing for something more exciting to happen in her life. Around every corner she waited anxiously for something. She didn’t get rid of the box because she felt it might be that something. And if it wasn’t, she could just as easily prop it back outside.

It was late in the evening when Jasmine had finally decided to open the box. Thoughts of the box’s contents plagued her mind through dinner. Finally, when she couldn’t take it any longer, she went to open it. Her suit had become more constricting than comfortable so she tossed it aside. It was already late in the evening so Jasmine opted not to get redressed in anything else. She was already quite comfortable in her white teddy and panty number.

Jasmine carefully opened the box, still not knowing what might be inside. If it were a virus, then she would welcome death’s embrace into the next life. She was nowhere near suicidal in any way, but if something had happened that was not in her power then she would accept it.

Jasmine unfolded the corners of the plastic and took a deep breath before pulling the two overlaying portions apart. Holding them open, Jasmine couldn’t feel anything different in the air. She looked around her apartment and sniffed a little. Nothing. Jasmine shrugged and let the pieces of plastic drop to the tabletop.

The box itself was taped shut, though the tape was old and worn so Jasmine easily pried it open. This fact came as a little odd to Jasmine. If they had gone to so much trouble to protect it against the environment, then why not retape it as well? Jasmine hoped that the question would be answered in the letter she soon pulled out.

Instantly, all thoughts of the box escaped her mental realm as she sat there attentively reading the letter. It didn’t explain anything to her. All that was written was instructions of what to do and where to go. Jasmine looked at the letter oddly and flipped it hoping something was written on the back. Nothing. Shrugging her shoulders, Jasmine placed the letter aside and leaned towards the box.

Inside was a velvet piece of cloth. As indicated in the letter, Jasmine was asked to take a shower and use it to dry off. Jasmine thought this strange as she pulled it out and stood up to get a full view of it. Holding it in front of her face, the velvet draped down to her knees. Jasmine enjoyed the feeling of it as she rubbed the material between her fingertips. Soon, her cheek needed to feel its warmth as she rubbed the soft velvet against her flesh. It was soft enough that she could sleep on.

Peering into the box, Jasmine saw two other objects. Two thin pieces of leather on top of each other and a length of plastic rope. All the letter said was to put them on after the shower.

Throughout the entire shower, all jasmine could think about was how exactly she was going to put on two thin strips of leather and a length of rope. But the more she thought about it, the more curious she grew about what would happen afterwards.

Jasmine quickly finished her shower and walked out grabbing a hold of the towel that rested over her sink. It felt a lot softer than before as she rubbed it against her entire body.

Running it across her leg, she could feel her flesh becoming tingly. Placing a hand against her knee, she felt that her leg was becoming smooth. Silky smooth. Every inch of her body felt this way after the velvet stretched across it. This was a new kind of pleasure Jasmine never felt before. Her showers left her feeling soft and clean but never like this.

“Sure hope they let me keep this.” Jasmine hums to herself as she starts drying her hair.

When she’s finished, Jasmine lets her fingers run through it. The towel itself had even done wonders to her hair that no shampoo/conditioner combination could ever do.

Once again, Jasmine examined the towel and could feel that it had already started to dry itself off. Huffing a small laugh, Jasmine flung the towel over her forearm and walked out of the washroom.

Leaving the towel in her closet, Jasmine walked across the hall completely naked. She passed a few unblocked windows along the way but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it was one of her favourite things, walking around her apartment in the nude. It gave her a small thrill that she could always look forward to. No one ever visited her so she never had to worry about keeping at least a shirt around every corner. She felt completely free doing this. But today, her mind wasn’t on just walking around nude. It was on the contents of a certain box.

Slapping the box down on her bed, Jasmine stepped back and thought that this would be a better place to try these things on. The room gave more space for her to prance around and get a good feel of the leather and rope.

Jasmine reached into the box and pulled out the thin piece of leather. That was her first surprise as she found out that the two pieces she thought she saw was actually one complete piece. She twisted it around, held it in a variety of positions with the three points trying to figure out how it worked. Finally she got the combination right and stepped into it. She gave it a quick pull up and felt the leather press itself in between her butt cheeks.

“Oh!” Jasmine called out as she looked over her shoulder.

Jasmine had worn a thong before on several occasions. She even dared herself to wear one when she was sixteen and went to church with her grandmother. Over the years she had worn and purchased a variety of g-strings. From the sporty ones to ones that wearing nothing would be the next step. None of them had ever felt like this before. Jasmine gave the ends another quick tug and let the material rest overtop her hips.

For some reason, wearing this made her feel more naked than actually being naked. It was another feeling that Jasmine enjoyed as she felt around the area of her skin that had become leather. While doing this, Jasmine peered into the box and found the length of plastic rope awaiting its turn now.

Pulling out the length of rope, Jasmine saw that a small note was attached to it. Jasmine held a length of the rope in one letting a few inches dangle and read the note with the other. In actuality, it wasn’t a note at all as opposed to a simple diagram. The diagram showed an outline of a bald woman with no expression. It showed the rope swung around her torso six times. Three above the breast and three below, it was all that was required.

Jasmine shrugged as she detached the note and let it drop back into the box. Pulling the rope out, Jasmine found that it was all connected in a single, large loop. Flinging it into six different circles, Jasmine gave the rope a pull from the inside to make sure it was even before stepping into it.

The rope was a little snug as it took her a little while to pull it up. It slid past her leather thong and created no ripples on either side. Up her waist now as where things really got complicated. It was hard enough that it was snug, but now she had trouble positioning her arms and hands to get it up the rest of the way. Thoughts of trying an overhead position crossed her mind but she knew it would be hard that way as well if not harder. Eventually though, Jasmine finally managed to wriggle her body enough to get the rope up and over her breasts. The problem was that she put all six circles above the breast area. Jasmine let out a sigh and let her arms rest for a moment before grabbing hold of three circles and pulling down. Following the quick struggle, Jasmine got them down.

Instantly Jasmine began seeing visions. Visions of oddly dressed women pulling chariots down sandy roads. Only two of these were in her thoughts before she finally came too. It took her a moment but she finally remembered where she was. Thinking those visions strange, Jasmine smiled as she let a hand slide across the ropes then eventually over her breast.

Giving her breast a quick squeeze, Jasmine tested this way to see if she was awake.

The visions still fresh in her mind, Jasmine grabbed hold of four things; the letter, her coat, a pair of shoes, and the door.

Jasmine couldn’t wait to see where all of this would lead her. Questions raced through her mind as she locked the door and began jogging towards the elevator. It was night time out now so no one was really out in the halls or the elevator. Even the outside seemed kind of quiet as Jasmine raced towards her car.

Jiggling with her keys, Jasmine found herself overly excited as she finally managed to get into the drivers seat. Turning the key into her ignition, Jasmine looked again at the letter. Now she knew the box and all of its contents were for her as the directions started from her very parking space. Jasmine grew a little worried, but that only added to her need to find out what was going on.

Jasmine slowly approached a large, stone building. Soon, she stopped the car and took another look at the note. This was obviously the place. The directions given were right down to the key so it had to be. But Jasmine still wasn’t sure. She switched glances between the letter and the building. “Avernus Cathedral”. Jasmine had thought it was a gimmicky name or something, not an actual cathedral. Jasmine let out a sigh hoping she has the right place and started inching the car forward.

The air was a heavy fog as evidenced by the bright lights exiting the stone buildings stain glass windows. Every now and then, someone would walk past the windows letting Jasmine know that she wouldn’t be waiting at the door long.

Jasmine parked her car to the left side of the cathedral but left the engine running. She still wasn’t sure. Why would a cathedral representative send her a box with such contents? Perhaps it was some sick joke made by one of her former “lovers”. A joke that would embarrass her to no extent.

Jasmine sat in the car for a while when she noticed the figure stop by the window turn and begin to fade away. Someone had seen or heard the car and could be on their way to investigate. Jasmine knew she had no time to back up and drive away so she cut off the engine. Taking a deep breath, Jasmine opened the car door and stepped out closing it behind her.

Jasmine walked alongside the cathedral examining every inch she could. Just in case things didn’t turn out as she had thought. If she was going through this elaborate joke, she wanted to know that she could run and not embarrass herself further by tripping over anything. Not that she could see much after turning the corner. The nightly hour mixed in with the lack of light made the front courtyard of the cathedral dark enough to hide anything.

As Jasmine approached the front steps, she heard a low creak as the wooden doors opened. She knew it; someone had seen her and was on their way to investigate. Jasmine smiled shyly at the older man who stood in the entranceway.

“Um…” Jasmine started.

She would’ve attempted at continuing on with something, anything, but the old man stopped her with his surprised expression when he noticed the note in her hand. Jasmine was so unsure of the current position she was in that she completely forgot she still had it.

“Is that…” The man started himself as he reached out towards the letter.

Jasmine looked down at the letter and let out a relieving sigh knowing that this wasn’t some joke. Passing the man the note, he examined it for a brief moment then looked back at jasmine who was now more calm than before.

“Did you…” The man again starts off hoping Jasmine knows what he’s talking about.

It takes Jasmine a moment, but she finally realizes what he’s trying to get at.

Jasmine looks down at her jacket and slowly begins to unbutton it. The man’s eyes widen when he notices the rope. So surprised that he pulls open one side of her jacket popping open more buttons than Jasmine originally would’ve allowed.

Jasmine looks up at the man expecting him to be drooling at the sight of her breasts but he isn’t. He’s not even reaching out towards any part of her other than her jacket. Jasmine decides to test him on what he’s really paying attention to and pulls open the other side of her jacket revealing both breasts now. All the man sees is more of the rope.

Soon, the man releases her jacket and gives her a quick smile before inviting her inside. Jasmine is a little curious so she isn’t far behind. Standing now in the front hall, Jasmine looks around and thinks back to the last time she ever stood in such a place. It was when she first arrived to the big city.

Jasmine would’ve reminisced more, but she felt a small chill roll down her back. Turning around, she saw the man placing her jacket to the side. A little shocked, Jasmine would’ve screamed out had it not been so arousing to her. Standing in a place like this, wearing so little seemed really…naughty. Jasmine got goose bumps thinking about it that way.

The man walked past her and motioned for her to follow him. Jasmine stayed at least four feet behind him examining everything about the place she could. It seemed a little darker than any style of church she had gone to as a child, and it had the strangest aura. Jasmine couldn’t quite feel why she felt so welcome here. A place she had never been to.

The man stopped in front of an open door. Jasmine peered inside and saw a large wooden box. The walls themselves were chain link fencing held together with pieces of wood. The wood looked old, much like the tape holding the box shut.

“You can remove the rope and leather.” The man said as he entered into the room. “We’ll find you something more fitting in here.”

Jasmine looked back into the room and decided to follow the given order. Stepping out of the thong, Jasmine reached up and grabbed a hold of the rope. Then it hit her, not the visions themselves but the fact that she had them. Still not sure about them, Jasmine wriggled herself out of the ropes. It was a lot easier t get them off than to put them on she found.

Jasmine then walked into the room and looked towards the man before placing the leather and plastic aside. The man, standing with a soldering tool, motioned for Jasmine to hop onto the box.

Jasmine lay on the box completely naked. The first thought running through her head was why did she have to wear that leather thong if he didn’t even look at it? It seemed all she needed was the rope. If she had known that thong wouldn’t have meant much, she would have at least put on some pants. Walking around her apartment naked was one thing, but the actual building was another.

The man took a small sheet of metal with a heavy looking strip running down from it and placed it over her ankle. Instantly, Jasmine took her foot away. She had no idea what the man was planning to do with her. She needed answers, and with everything that’s gone on so far, she needed a lot of them. The man just took a step back and smiled. He knew what Jasmine’s expression meant.

“Alright, you are entitled to some answers. First of all, my name is Father McGraw. I am one of the many pastors at this cathedral. I say many because at this cathedral, we merely work to serve the Lord. Not speak his deeds out to others. You have been chosen by the Lord to represent her in one of the many great battles between good and evil.”

“Huh?” That’s all Jasmine could say.

Father McGraw just laughed a little knowing that saying such a thing would get a confused reaction from Jasmine. “Every millennium, a grand race takes place hidden from our mortal eyes. The only mortals who are there are the chosen two.”

“Chosen two?” Jasmines asked while sitting up on the box.

“Yes, one for the Lord of Light and the other for the Lord of Darkness.” McGraw’s tone lowers with the last three words in such a way that even a child hearing about such Lords would know the latter one was evil. “You have been chosen to run for our Lord of Light. In the coming months, you will learn to run, hop, and act like a horse.”

“Okay…” Jasmine says softly as she looks away. “You lost me there. A horse?”

“I know it sounds rather odd…”

“Rather odd?” Jasmine yells out looking back up at the man. “It’s downright stupid. Why not get actual horses for this thing? Why do I have to become some animal?”

“Man is a creation made by both light and darkness. The only species out there with both components. Therefore, it was thought best that they represent their maker.” This comes to full understanding to Jasmine.

Thinking it over, Jasmine rests back down on the box and slowly holds her foot out. McGraw smiles and lightly takes a hold of it trying not to be forceful.

“But why not have some normal race? Why does it have to be people acting like animals?” Jasmine asks looking down her body towards McGraw as he pushes a hoof into place over her foot.

“It’s a sign of obedience. They aren’t actually testing the persons speed, they are merely testing how much control they have over their ‘racer’.” McGraw places the soldering tool against the metal stick of the ankle brace connecting the hoof to it.

“Kind of like a ‘slave’?” Jasmine calls out already knowing the answer.

McGraw just laughs a little. “Yes, if that’s what you’d like to call it.”

“It is what I’m calling it. So why me?”

McGraw is silent for a moment. Almost like he isn’t sure how to answer. Jasmine rests on her arms hoisting her head up looking towards him. McGraw just looks up at her. “I don’t know. When you see her, you’ll have to ask her yourself.”

McGraw looks back down at his work as he begins lacing the brace around her other ankle. Jasmine rests back against the box and smiles. “’Her’, huh? Good to know.”

Finished with his work, McGraw steps back and folds his arms over his chest, anxious to see how Jasmine will look when she walks. Jasmine slides herself across the box until she feels her legs are ready to fully go over the edge. Slowly, she lowers herself down to her feet.

Her legs instantly ache a little when she presses them down, but that comes as a surprise since she though most of the pain would emanate from her ankles themselves. She walks around a little wobbly at first but tries her hardest not to fall over.

Every now and then, she would look up at McGraw to witness his smiling face. By this time, Jasmine knew he wasn’t smiling at her naked figure. Instead he was smiling at how surprisingly she was doing. Jasmine took a few steps forward almost toppling over, but stopped herself when she grabbed hold of McGraw to keep her balance. Jasmine smiled a little his way as she pushed herself off him lightly and continued learning to walk. Eventually, she knew she would get the hang of it.

Jasmine pranced through the halls of the cathedral, which she had begun to call her home for the past couple of days. She still needed a few guides for her arms and neck, but she knew she was steadily making progress. McGraw had attached the collar to keep her from constantly looking down, and attached her wrists to a belt to keep her arms from flailing around. Jasmine also wore the harness and bit with pride with the velvet ornament as her “crown”. The one thing though that she had a while getting used to was the tale that protruded from a plug in her ass. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but she knew that everything she wore, she would need to grow used to eventually.

Jasmine walked the cathedral the first few days with free reign. She spent every hour of the past few days walking around, the “clip clop” of her metal shoed hoofs being the only noise she made. New corridors gave way to new locations as she walked each one. Soon, she knew the entire cathedral like the back of her hand.

Some nights though were spent walking a circle with McGraw watching from high above. Jasmine wasn’t fond of walking the circle and only the circle, but knew she would have no other option.

On this particular night, McGraw had gotten a special visitor while watching the ponygirl in training. The visitor was in the form of a human female with a very pale complexion and jet-black hair. She only seemed to laugh at the fact that McGraw had earlier referred to her as the “Lord of Light”.

“You are the lord of my light.” McGraw had responded. “And when this race is over, you will have the fresh newly groomed slave you desire.”

The woman just smiled back at him evilishly before disappearing into a hellfire of flame that seemed like a bright light to Jasmine. The light from the flames had merely bounced off the wall in front of her for a brief moment.

Jasmine had been walking for so long that when she rested, she really seemed to need it. She had been living like a ponygirl for the past week and still felt pain in her legs from all the walking combined with her new “feet”.

Jasmine spent this night wondering if anyone on the outside noticed she was gone, if anyone was looking for her, or if her family was worried. Then she realized that she didn’t need to worry about such things that didn’t really concern her. She had gotten what she always wanted; a new adventure in life. It was nowhere near dull and boring anymore. She felt worried that it would be over soon, but as God’s ponygirl, perhaps she would be given more assignments. Perhaps more races, or something like that. Maybe she would be constantly on call and when she was needed she would vanish and appear before her mistress.

Then a new question entered her mind. Why hadn’t she seen anyone else in the cathedral? Father McGraw told her that he was one of many. If so, where were they? She walked every inch of the cathedral and not once saw any sign of any other people living there other than him and her.

Jasmine didn’t sleep that night.

The big race was finally upon her. Jasmine stood in the back room wearing the racing gear she had just started wearing the week before. She really admired it, because to her it looked cute and flashy. A shiny purple and a healthy gold really brought out the best in her already fashionable features.

Jasmine’s hair protruded from the mask she wore over the top portion of her face and head. She felt more like some anonymous slave wearing it while biting down on the golden rod that flashed in the light. The long heavy chain was something that took her a little while to get used to, but soon it had felt like nothing now. Jasmine could still feel the swaying of her tail with each step, and with each step she enjoyed it. The torso band made her feel more naked in both her sex areas. Everything about the costume made her feel more and more aroused.

She only wished that more people had come to see the race. As a matter of fact, she was told that the only audience would be direct followers of both sides. Meaning angel and demon room only.

Standing completely still and at attention, Jasmine could hear the sounds of wheels squeaking their way down a hall. In the corner of her eye, she saw someone walk past her doorway pulling a small carriage behind her. It was much less extravagant, as she had come to believe. But then again, she wasn’t all too disappointed. She knew that of all girls on the planet, she was chosen to represent the Lord of Light. She relished in that thought.

More minutes passed as Jasmine anxiously awaited the rider. Was she really going to pull God or was there going to be someone else sitting in that seat? And when would they finally come to see her?

Jasmine continued to stare forward. A blank wall, painted light blue, with nothing too special for her to concentrate on except a beat up white door. Jasmine was almost ready to move when she remembered that if she did move just when the rider came in, who knows what would happen.

Instantly, and for some reason, Jasmine first thought of what the other girl would look like. She had spent the last few months training and never once thought about the other racer. Was she just like her? Would she know her? Could she really out do someone of whom she knows nothing about? If she truly is representing the Lord of Darkness, how harsh would her training have been?

Jasmine was now really anxious to go out there. She really wanted to see this other girl and see what she could do. How she was dressed, how she looked, and later how much she talked perhaps.

The door then started to open.

Standing in the doorway was a woman with a very pale complexion. Her jet-black hair and white eyes pierced their way towards Jasmine. Her smile was crooked and in more than one way, evil. She wore a black v-neck shirt and tight pants. In one hand she held a whip, in the other…well, it would soon be the handle of her leash.

Jasmine stepped towards her performing her best pony steps. The woman smiled as she reached down and snatched the collar with her hand taking it up. With a smile, she jerked Jasmine’s head forward.

“Hello, slave.” The woman spoke in a seductive tone that was nearly entrancing. But her trance over Jasmine ended soon. Horns grew from her forehead as she smiled back to the wide-eyed Jasmine. “Welcome to Hell.”

Jasmine moaned and screamed as her mistress pulled her forward out the door where Father McGraw waited. Jasmine looked to him hoping that he would save her, but seeing him kiss her hand only put more fear into her.

After his ‘Lord of Light’ pulled her hand back, McGraw looked towards Jasmine and smiled. “I said I was one of many. Time to meet the rest.”

With that, two large doors before them swung open. A huge reaction of roars and other unworldly noises were made as the Devil raised her hands and smiled to the crowd of demons. Jasmine looked over her shoulder and watched McGraw change to his demonic form before taking a seat in the crowd.

Jasmine stood in the small entranceway amidst a sea of demons scared for her life. But soon realized something. Her life was no longer her life; it had become her long awaited adventure. If she was racing for Satan, then she would play her role.

Even with all the noise, Jasmine could still hear the “clip clop” of her shoes hitting the rocks as she approached her racing opponent, eyes flaming with passion. Spending the last few months training, she had became a slave to the dark side of life unknowingly and became a ponygirl.