One of the gift arts for finished some time ago! He wrote a short story to it that”s why I was waiting a little bit more before uploading it here! c:

We’re considering adding possibility to commission a short story to orders drawn by me. What do you think about this idea? :o
Anyway, here’s the story, enjoy!

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There’s only one day like this. Once a year. Everyone celebrates it even though half of the society is its object — Dam’s Day. Everyone met in one's life, many extraordinary ones. Grannies, aunties, colleagues, partners, wives, and lovers. They’re important. They rear, they’re examples to follow, accompany, they work, they fight for a better tomorrow and… some of them have stripes.
Vindor always tried to surprise his dam with something unique or nice at least. It doesn’t matter if it was her birthday, Valentines, holidays or… the Dam’s Day itself. However, he had a problem what should he pick as a gift… something small, symbolic. What though? The flowers were too cliche. Chocolates? No. He wondered like this until he decided to…
“Erm, Sweetie” the cat started, when they’ve been cuddling on the couch as they usually do after the dinner. “Tomorrow is a special day… so I want to ask if you have any wishes…” he tried to avoid a failure this way.
Zeber, who was lying on his laps, while he was playing with her mane, twitched her ears and jolted.
“Hummmm, let me think about it!” she rubbed her chin “I want a pony” she joked.
“Then a pony it will be” he tried to use her joke against her.
“Okay!” she continued.
They got back to the sweet, sweet caressing each other until the fatigue ordered them to go to sleep. She expected a joke of this category, but he hadn’t planned any. Next day, Vindor decided to bring her the desired pony. He jumped into the car and driven to the riding shop, near the city center, where he bought a cute saddle, beautiful bridle, and other riding trash. Everything was kept in a “mommy, thiff iff a kwute ponneh fow the pwinfeff.”
When he came back home, he called her in the living room, totally satisfied with the idea he had. When she arrived there, in the middle of the room a pony was standing. However, it wasn’t a real one — only an astral projection of the pony, created with arcane energy of Vindor. The stripped hybrid came close to it, patting it’s back.
“CHEATER! MAKE IT DISAPPEAR!” - she stuck her tongue out.
Blanked Vindor dissipated the spell, and the riding equipment fell on the floor. He started to conjure up what he could possibly do, to compensate her for this disappointment. After a while with preinfarction syndrome the answer came itself:
“You will be my pony!” Zeber pointed at him.
“Me?” he asked, coming back to earth.
All neurons in his brain started to search for the closest connotations, which of course brought him a “pony play” on the plate of thoughts. He doesn’t expect that Zeber will be so willing that early.
“Yes, you. Stop standing there like a pole and start behaving like a pony!” she chastens him, with mock anger.
“Yehaw?” the wizard smiled nervously.
The huntress rolled her eyes and pointed the floor.
“Ekhm, how the feral ponies walk like?”
The sphynx kneeled down, standing fourfold.
“Good!” she pats his back and started putting the saddle on him, then the bridle and strapped everything. One of the straps was pulling his tail a bit up, which immediately gave him dirty thoughts. She sat on him.
“Oomf, you afe heabvfy” Vindor-pony tried to say with the bridle in his mouth.
“Shut up! The ponies can’t talk. Giddap!” the hybrid slapped his butt with her tail.
The cat - somehow - hopped and started slowly lumbering forward. He wasn’t graceful at all as the huntress was a bit toned and he wasn’t very strong. But he was going forward… hardly.
“Not here, heeereee!” she pulled the rein, grabbing his mutt with her grabby, raptor feet.
Now he has not only dirty thoughts but also hope. Her tail slapped him again.
“Yee-haw!” she shouted happily “to the kitchen!”
And they “galloped” to the kitchen, where Zeber took some ice-cream for herself and some for her steed.
“I know!” she cried.
“Neigh?” he looked questioningly at the zebraptor, who was piling the cheese chips to the flaxen carrier bag.
“Here’s your hay, pony” she put the bag on his mouth by putting the lugs behind his ears.
And that’s how he was forced to eat the chips. Like a horse. When the “horsie was full”, they went to another voyage - this time to the living room, when they were playing… cowboys. Okay, the Zeber was, trying to throw a lasso from Vindor’s saddle, at the wandering lizards. Yes, she opened their terrariums.
“Aaaaagh! Run for her! Faster! Faster!” Zeber shouted seeing the Ice Varan chasing the bearded dragon.
Vindor was racing. His arms were sore, his legs were sore, his spine was sore but he was giving the best of him. He even starting pretending, that he is foaming from his mouth like a real horse. This was the moment when the questions appeared next to his fantasies and most of them sounded like “why haven’t I bought this damn posy?”. On the other hand, some part of him was having fun. Well, he liked being on the bottom. Fortunately for him, the evening came. They ate the dinner (he was eating on the floor as the pony of course).
“Okay, it’s bath time my pony!” she called him, leading to the bathroom.
Finally, the saddle and the bridle was taken off of him. The perverted mind of the cat started to create new fantasies but… she just washed him. The only kinky thing in it was the nudity but at least Zeber permitted him to be himself again. They went to the bedroom.
“I thought that there’ll be some sort of happy end…” Vindor started.
“Like what?” she asked, covering herself in the duvet.
“... well, it was all quite… somehow… kinky…”
“I know and this is why I had so much fun” she bared her pointy teeth in a wide smile.
“Devil” he tightened his eyelids.
Surprisingly for him, she grabbed his arms, drilling him with her eyesight. Something grabbed him under the duvet. He knew what it was.
“No hands” she chuckled. “And now… you’re going to be my kitty and I… I’m going to be your milk.”
“Meow”