Ultimate shoulder rides

The Preparation Continues (6)

Diana's transition was an exercise in absolute fluidity. With a graceful movement, she glided from the shoulders of the human horse that served as her vertical support, feeling her boots and spurs brush against his skin, until she landed on the back of her human horse in a quadrupedal position. Simultaneously, her human horse shifted from two to four legs.

The change in posture only accentuated the authority of her shape; she had braided her hair and was seated on the back of her four-legged mount. Her shape against the clear sky was the very image of sovereignty.

The witnesses, a group of men who observed her from a distance, were paralyzed by the scene. Diana's gaze, icy and charged with an overwhelming magnetism, swept over the group with surgical precision. As she fixed her gaze on one of them, her voice resonated clear, authoritative, and laden with a promise that brooked no argument:

"Little pet, you're next."

The impact of her words was immediate. The chosen man felt not fear, but a wave of utter surrender. His knees buckled almost reflexively, and his palms struck the ground as his spine arched, instinctively assuming a quadrupedal position. Following this example, the rest of the men, driven by a primal desire to belong to Diana's retinue, fell one by one to the ground, their bodies transforming at the mere prospect of being chosen.

Diana smiled triumphantly; then, without looking back, she elegantly tightened the reins. The human horse she rode began to advance with a firm, rhythmic stride, the sound of her limbs against the ground marking the beat of the retinue forming behind her. As she moved away, she didn't need to turn around; The sound of the men following her on all fours was confirmation of her dominance.

Behind her, a procession of male slaves advanced with bowed heads, moving with an animalistic cadence that mimicked the gait of horses. Each of them, in their new state, felt a strange and profound sense of fulfillment, relieved to have left behind human will to surrender to the guidance of the lady who rode at the front. The path filled with the rhythmic and coordinated sound of makeshift hooves and the whisper of the earth being trodden by those who, at that moment, found in submission their ultimate goal fulfilled.

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