Pageant

by Peter Loaf
inspired by the 3D art of Timeliner

- do not use without the author's permission.



Pony Girl pageant, beauty displayed
Girls from all nations, are here arrayed
The Asian steppers, Latinos parade
African Princess, the Nordic maid

Earphone directions, walking on stage
Trusting my trainer, pony girl Paige
Stopping in center, the mirrored cage
Turning and burning, the final page

Thigh boots and corset, collar and cuff
The crowd goes crazy, strutting my stuff
Blindfold and bit-gag, making it tough
Tippy-toe totter, my hairless muff

Sexy and helpless, pony girl pride
Standing so proudly, ready to ride
My corset cinching, the laces tied
Pussy juice dripping, I cannot hide

The crowd reacting, whistle and shout
Nipple tips perking, poking right out
Pussy lips swollen, a pretty pout
Smelling my swelling, pheromones spout

Voice in my earphone, high stepping proud
Marching to drummer, so well endowed
Seven steps forward, sound of the crowd
Turning and bending, my furrow plowed

Blind pony trusting, voice in my ear
From stage edge posing, showing my rear
With butt plug fitted, part of my gear
Vibrator humming, front rows can hear

High stepping pony, close order drill
Robbed of my vision, robbed of my will
The crowd grows quiet, it’s pin drop still
The pony pageant, filling my bill

Queen of the pageant, the Breeder’s prize
The crowd goes crazy, un-blinkered eyes
Garland of roses, quivering thighs
Pony girl pageant, nothing denies