The Circus Lorem Mulieres was in an uproar, all the performers and animals racing to prepare for the coming show.

Lauren the zebra-girl was let out of her cage; she snorted, an eager glint in her brown eyes as her trainer fastened a leash to her collar.

Lauren wore a black-and-white striped skin that covered her from head to hoofed toe through which her auburn mane tumbled down her back to almost join her tail of the same color. She stood about 5'3'', thinly-built and bony, but perfectly formed with a look of ready obedience on her pale face.

She moved with a happy energy when he tugged on her reins, then they halted to permit the Strong Man and his girls to exit the ring; in the cage the lion- and tiger-girls snarled and swiped at their trainer who easily controlled them with his whip. Tonight was to be a grand show, indeed.

While they waited, he toyed with her pert breasts that peeked through her striped skin, her only imperfection a mole on her right breast. Lauren moaned softly, her tight pussy growing wet with anticipation.

Lauren went on after the pony-girls, so she really should have practiced after them too, but the pony-girls were still strapping into their harnesses, neighing and pawing the sawdust in eager anticipation of another wonderful circus night.

Her trainer pulled her out into the ring: he stepped to the center, shaking out the reins as he did so. Lauren took her position at the outer edge of the ring, her back straight, breasts out, pussy exposed to the warm circus air; her trainer smiled at her obedience and she returned it happily.

"Hup!" he shouted.

Lauren started to walk, her breasts jiggling enticingly with every high-stepping pace the zebra took.

"Trot!" her trainer said.

Lauren fairly skipped along; she loved the feel of her breasts now bouncing with her motion; she moaned happily, her pussy growing wetter with every step she took.

Obeying her trainer's commands, she stopped and started again, changed directions, jumped and ducked around obstacles; he used his long whip to set her right the few time she did wrong, but called out his pleasure more often.

Finally, she stopped, legs quivering with tiredness and lust, sweat blanketing her taut skin and soaking into her auburn tresses.

Her trainer walked to her, gathering up the reins as he did. He gently ran his hands over her, murmuring sweet nothings, calling her a good girl. His hand wandered down to between her legs, and Lauren pressed herself against his hand, moaning wantingly.

"No, no, girl!" he laughed, taking his hand away. "We have to clear the ring now!"

The pony-girls trooped into the ring as Lauren's trainer led her out; she stopped, and trotted to greet the lead pony, Yasmin.

Yasmin snorted happily to see her, and the two nuzzled happily, their bare breasts brushing against each other; with twin groans, they rubbed swollen pussies, groaning softly both in ecstasy and desire.

"Come along now, Lauren. . ." her trainer said reproachfully, dragging her away from Yasmin. "There's plenty of time for that later," he went on, leading her back to her cage. "You've been such a good girl, now's the time for your reward."

Lauren snorted happily.

"Oh yes," he said with a grin. "You'll be the star of the show tonight!"