Chapter 7A: A Well Domesticated Pony Girl?

Gabby returns to Gorlm’s village

Gabby was languidly stretched out in her stall naked. Rays of afternoon Sun were casting weird shadows. She yawned and rolled on to her side. She looked around. Even with a tinge of humiliation at the conditions she was in, she felt at ‘home’, back to her village, back in her stall. The familiarity of the surroundings was comforting.

MY stall, MY village ... really? her Gabby persona asked. The persona shook her head internally and continued in a mocking tone, Oh Strawberry! look how far you have fallen.

She looked around, propping her head on her right hand. Her stall was a spacious wooden structure. It was not part of Gorlm’s stables but rather a rear extension of his home.

It is like a guest room, she chuckled.

yeah sure ... and you are their honored guest, lying naked, bound to the ring. Just like Musly is NOT a misogynist’s heaven! Keep telling yourself these lies her Gabby persona jeered.

Even though the ceiling was extra high for the Goblins, Gabby’s head easily touched it. She had to bend slightly at her waist and tilt her head if she wanted to stand upright. There were two entrances, one from the house and another that opened in the backyard. There were two windows on either wall on each side of the entrances. The entrances were just the right height for any Goblin. However, given their height difference, Gabby had to crawl, while entering or leaving. Below the rear window was a built-in wooden feeder where she was served her ‘meals’. Next to it was a metal trough for water. She had to get down on all fours to reach either. In one corner near the other window was a storage area. The other corner served as her ‘toilet’. It was well drained and kept clean by her owners.

Oh, shut the fish up. I know this is not a guest bedroom but this is not your typical pony stall either. The stalls in Gorlm’s detached stable do not have all these amenities. I even have my own feeder and water trough. And the best part, I have my own toilet. Unlike me, the other girls have to wait for the stable-hand to take them out to do their business. Just a few days ago, Pansy had to endure the filth and stench when one of her stablemate could not wait for their stable-hand to take them out, she argued with herself.

Yeah, sure you are a princess in a luxury 5-star hotel in GC with an attached toilet. Get a grip slut, you are nothing but a glorified animal to them, the other voice sneered.

By Goblin standards, her room indeed screamed of luxury. The wood was smooth, featuring intricate designs carved into it. She had a wide space to move around. The wooden floor remained cool in summer and warm in winter. She was not sure why her owners still put hay on the floor. It was required on the stone floor to provide insulation but she felt her room did not need it. It reflected her owner’s wealth and status in the village. She almost felt proud.

Proud of what Strawberry? You are proud that they keep you in a golden cage instead of an iron one? her other voice chastised her.

Gabby decided not to engage in any further arguments. It only encouraged it. She yawned again. One stray straw tickled her right breast. With a sigh, she adjusted herself. In normal circumstances, she would have removed it with her fingers. But with her hands in fingerless mittens, that was not possible. She sighed.

Even during the day, with full visibility, travel between Sunning and Gorlm’s village was arduous. Last night, she had to put a strain on her nanobots to compensate for the darkness. She checked their power levels. It was at twenty percent. She had hoped that the upgrades to her neural array would be functional by now. Ari had warned her that it may take a while for the AI to reassemble. She shook her head.

We claim to have the best technology in the universe and the upgrades still take days to settle in. The techies need to up their game. I will be talking to their managers when I get back, she chortled.

The power drain was mainly caused by a subroutine she had her neural array created during her initial captivity. Her nanobots were designed to keep her healthy by healing all cuts and bruises, both internal and external. This was part of their basic programming.

The first time the Goblins had pierced her nipples, she braved through the pain without a whimper. They left her alone for the night, anticipating that her nipples would heal in due course. Unfortunately, her overzealous nanobots not only healed the piercings but also expelled the nipple rings entirely. The next morning, the goblins discovered the rings on the ground. They were baffled as to how they had come off. What left them even more bewildered was her nipples, which appeared unblemished and seemingly untouched by the previous day’s piercings.

The goblins were nothing if not persistent. They pierced her nipples again, reinserting the rings once more. With gritted teeth and a resolute spirit, Gabby endured the pain and humiliation a second time. However, just as before, her nanobots sprang into action. They healed her nipples and expelled the rings yet again. This continued for a few more days. Day after day, Gabby dreaded waking up to endure the pain and humiliation of her nipples being pierced. Deciding to put a stop to this, she instructed her neural array to write a subroutine to suppress the nanobot’s natural hearing response. The subroutine did its job, but this created a constant back-and-forth between the nanobots trying to heal her and the program suppressing that function. This ongoing struggle was the main cause of the high power drain.

Gabby yawned again. She knew she needed at least a power nap to recoup. She had not slept at all yesterday. First, spending time with Ari and then running through the forest carrying her owner on her back. By now, she was used to dozing off whenever she got a chance. Her owner was a busy man. She may be called on anytime. These power naps also helped the nanobots recharge - provided she had a good meal or better still the pony fruit.

You would love to have the pony fruit, won’t you? Admit it, you are a full on addict now. Get a grip girl, her Gabby persona admonished her.

Shaking her head she instructed her neural array to catalog and archive ‘yesterday’ in deep storage. After her discussion with Ari she was more than hopeful that her plan might just work. Yesterday, she was really dejected when Gorlm had decided to fetch her early. She would have loved to have more time to discuss her plan with Ari. She had to rush through it instead. In fact, they barely had time to brainstorm her plan. She had just dumped it on Ari.

Wondering if she should have discussed the plan first before getting into her story, she shook her head. Nah, she had really enjoyed her time with Ari. Remembering their intimate moments, she wondered vaguely if this would change anything once they got back to GC. Will their relationship change from that of superior and subordinate to something more?

Stop it Gabby. Remember you are an agent of GC. You are on a mission. Things happen when under extreme conditions. It means nothing, her other voice chided.

All the embarrassing situations she had to endure for the last two days came flooding back to her. As she recalled those incidents, her nipples hardened causing her pierced rings to dig in. She gave a soft moan.

Why the hell am I getting wet? she asked herself.

I wonder if it is true. Am I really a humiliation slut? I do get aroused by these situations. More degrading the situation, the more my body reacts. How else can I explain the last two days? I was practically dripping each time I was in such situations. Away from GC, uninhibited by our societal norms, my body does not hold back. she thought to herself.

Which of these situations was most arousing? Was it the first time Ari found me as a pony girl in Sunning? Or was it when I had to request her to command me to pee? Or the time I could not cum without command she wondered, blush creeping over her cheeks. Nothing can top the ease with which Gorlm bridled and bitted me as Ari watched in horror. I didn’t even resist him. I behaved like a well-trained and obedient horse.

Well, for all practical purposes, you are a HORSE her other voice reminded her or rather a pony girl!

She suddenly realized that without any conscious thought she had started rubbing herself using her left mitten-ed hand. With her right, she was toying with her sensitive nub. The mittens were too soft to provide any appreciable friction, but the seams at the edges provided some hope. She closed her eyes, emitting a soft moan. Somewhere in the corner of her mind she thanked her owner - he had leashed her in the stall which provided some modicum of privacy.

Thank heavens he did not leave me in the pens where any passerby could see me. Also, thank you for leaving my hands unbound too. It would have been difficult otherwise, she giggled, mentally thanking her owner. If only you had removed these stupid mittens she continued to rub furiously. She kept changing the angle of her hand hoping to extract more pleasure.

“Strawberry!” She was startled hearing her young goblin owner’s voice calling out from outside accompanied by the sound of her approaching footsteps. Gabby’s face reddened. She quickly removed her hands from her crotch. She turned on her side. She began rubbing her mittens on the straws, trying to get rid of her juices.

Even now, after all I have endured thus far, someone catching me in the act makes me blush. What does Gorlina want now? she wondered. I hope she does not realize that I am in heat again. Why the fish am I referring to my arousal as me being IN HEAT? she mentally slapped herself.

She hurried to get up but quickly realized she had entangled herself in the rope that tethered her. One end of the rope was tied to a ring set in the back of her stall. The other end knotted to the D-ring of her collar. It was a simple knot and she could have easily freed it if she could use her fingers. The hemp rope was coarse and it was biting into her left calf. Somehow, she managed to untangle it and stood up, bending at her waist a little to avoid bumping into the ceiling. She turned to face her approaching mistress.

She was really fond of the bubbly young Goblin girl. She knew Gorlina loved her too.

Oh Gabby, she does not love you as a person. She loves her beloved pet, her inner voice chimed in again.

So what? I like her. I need her for our plan to succeed she shot back.

Keep fooling yourself. You are nothing but a humiliation slut, her inner voice sneered at her.

Gorlina approached the stall entrance. She noticed Gabby moving towards the entrance, with her gaze lowered. Gabby came as close to the entrance as the slack in the lead would allow. She stood at the entrance, body bent a little, shifting her weight from one foot to another.

Gorlina smiled warmly, thinking that her pet seemed eager to get out and happy to see her. Being the village chief, Gorlm had more fillies than most goblins in the village, except perhaps the leash mistress. But then those were not her fillies but rather the ones in training. Their other fillies were kept back in the other stable. Gorlina was extremely fond and protective of this particular filly. She had insisted and her father relented to keep this one in the spare room. They had converted the room into a makeshift stall for her beloved pet.

She recalled fondly the first time she had laid eyes on her Strawberry. The majestic beast, with fiery eyes and a barely controlled rage. She had seen her father trying his best to hold on to her reins. And yes, the scent of arousal wafting from this spirited wild filly. Gorlina was sure she could pick up Strawberry from a group even if she was blindfolded just by her distinct scent. It seemed like her pet was always in heat. Back then, what had caught Gorlina’s attention the most was her mane. Her red hair cascaded around her face like a fiery sunset as the filly shook her head defiantly.

“Have you been a naughty filly?” Gorlina asked, trying to suppress a giggle, as the usual scent of Gabby’s arousal hit her. Since humans couldn’t understand the guttural goblin language, she always spoke to her pet in common tongue. She was glad she had heeded her father’s advice and learned the strange language. As a future chief, he had insisted she needed to know more than others her age. In her village, only a handful of goblins knew the common tongue. Of those who did, hardly any took the time to speak to their mounts.

Gabby feigned innocence, shaking her head. She looked at her Mistress with puppy eyes which screamed No Mistress, I have been a good girl, .

However, Gorlina was not easily fooled. She could clearly see the telltale signs. Gabby’s cheeks were crimson, her belly quivering. The glistening on her nether lips and her mittens, was a dead give away.

Unlike many other owners, Gorlina did not mind. She knew everyone had needs, even pets. Of course it was difficult for them to control their urges unlike people. It was natural, after all they were just animals. They did not have the self control of people. Since reaching adulthood, Gorlina herself had engaged in sexual activities with some of her friends. Goblin society’s views on sex were not as restrictive as humans. Young adults experimented with different partners before they settled with one. Even then, sex with others was not really frowned upon. Though it was not common.

Gabby fidgeted a bit, looking down into the eyes of her mistress. Gorlina was shorter than the average adult goblin female.

Another reason she has bonded with me so well. I am shorter than the local human females she must have encountered. Just like me, she makes up for her height disadvantage with her agility and strength. She looks like a female version of Gorlm. It is not easy for humans to tell Goblins apart, unless they really know them well. I guess the same goes for the Goblins - all the pony girls must appear similar to them. That must be the reason they often brand them, Gabby rationalized.

“Let’s confirm, shall we?” Gorlina teased and stepped closer.

Gabby squirmed as her owner poked her clawed index finger between Gabby’s legs. Working through the thick hairs, her owner gently scratched her pussy lips, pinching and poking them. She squirmed visibly, feeling the sharp claw now scraping over her sensitive bud. Her legs wobbled and a moan escaped her lips. She closed her eyes trying to think of anything other than her carnal desires. She was dripping. Without meaning to, her hips moved trying to follow her owner’s retreating fingers, grinding on them.

We have already established that you are a humiliation slut. No use denying it. See how you react to your owner’s touch? Just give in already. her inner voice taunted her.

Oh well, maybe you are right. How did I not realize this facet of my own self while in GC? Anyhow, there is no harm in having a little fun while my plan unfolds, right? she retorted, taking the bait.

Are you sure about that? I think you won’t be leaving this world even if you are somehow able to complete the mission, her Gabby persona rebuked her.

“Ah, looks like my pet is due for another trimming. Perhaps tomorrow,” Gorlina said, pulling lightly on a few red tufts above Gabby’s privates. She usually trimmed the bush between her pet’s legs once every new moon or earlier if she felt like it. She liked to keep it in the shape of two strawberries. The natural red color of the hairs helped with the illusion. Her friends were envious as their pets had black hair.

“You have made a mess down there my naughty pet,” she said, withdrawing her fingers. She then wiped them on Gabby’s breasts.

Gabby whined, feeling the absence of touch on her beauty lips. Her nostrils flared at her own scent. The first time goblins had shaved / trimmed her signs of her womanhood, she had been indignant. She had eventually adjusted to each indignity, resigned for the time being.

“I know you were looking forward to this treat,” Gorlina cooed, “perhaps later if you are a good pet, but for now, we need to hurry. The ‘pony whisperer’ will be arriving any minute. I have so many questions for her. We need to get to the market square immediately. Father will be hosting a feast in her honor later in the evening.” Gorlina exclaimed, clearly excited.

You horny bitch. See if you are a ‘good pet’ your owner would be giving you a treat. The goblins even control your orgasm. Are you going to be a ‘good pet’ for your owner? her inner voice

“Father is going to be mad, I am already late” Gorlina mumbled more to herself than to Gabby. She often wondered why she told Strawberry almost everything. It wasn’t like a pony girl could understand. But she knew her pet was different from other pony girls.

Gabby opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow, as if asking Pony-Whisperer Mistress? Unfortunately, Gorlina had moved to the storage unit.

Should I ask? Should I take a chance? Gabby wondered. They had an unspoken rule - she could talk when no one was around outside their village.

“A pony-whisperer?” Gabby inquired in a loud whisper, quickly adding “Mistress”. Another one of their unwritten agreements. Gabby had noticed Gorlina preening whenever she called her “Mistress”. She rationalized that it was a small price to pay for the privilege.

Strawberry! you have lost it. Speech is a privilege now? her inner voice asked in a disappointed tone.

Gorlina was startled. She was not expecting Gabby to speak, especially here and now. It was fine when they were alone, far from the village, but here in the house? She had never uttered a word before, especially not when she might be overheard. Gorlina was aware that the ponies conversed with each other in their own tongue when no one was around. Although frowned upon, it was not forbidden. Very rarely was it enforced. Strawberry must be tired and anxious. After her father had returned from Sunning, earlier that morning, she had bathed, watered and fed Strawberry. Then left her in her special stall to rest. Gorlina chided herself for skipping the massage. She knew her poor pet must be sore from running all through the night.

She knew Strawberry well. This feisty filly was different than any she had encountered before in her short life. The filly won’t let anyone even come near her. Her upkeep fell entirely on Gorlina unless her father was around, which he rarely was. She did not mind though. She enjoyed her pet’s company. Strawberry was strong and a delight to ride. What was even more impressive was her intelligence. Of course she would never discuss that with anyone in her friend circle. They would have teased and bullied her relentlessly. According to them, even wargs were smarter than pony girls. Very few from the village had ever met a free human female. So such a belief was understandable.

Being bullied was not really new to Gorlina. She had been teased about her height, her slightly plump body and most of all her bravery or lack thereof. For some reason, girls were even more cruel than. She particularly hated Gorkana, her nemesis. Gorkana was younger than her but had a way with pony girls. She had made it her life’s mission to humiliate Gorlina at every opportunity.

The incidence that precipitated it even further had come a couple seasons earlier. Gorkana had challenged her to ride a pony bareback. Gorkana’s family had recently acquired a newly captured filly. This filly had not been properly broken in yet. Gorlina’s friends had tried to dissuade her but she had accepted the wager. That was a mistake. Gorkana had effortlessly ridden her new filly. When it was Gorlina’s turn, the untrained filly had thrown her off her back and almost trampled her to death.

Even though her father was the Chief, she dared not complain to him. He always preached to her to be strong. After all, according to him, she was to take over his duties as Chief. Plus he was rarely there, always busy with his duties as a Chief. She wished her mother was alive. She had passed away after giving birth to Gorlina. Her father had never taken a new partner. So she was left to fend for herself. Almost all torture was mental as no one dared hurt the Chief’s only child.

After that incident, she had stayed away from pony girls. She had even given up riding her starter pony. She was an old mare who was as docile as a pony girl could possibly be. Either her father had not noticed this change or had not had time to discuss it with Gorlina. She suspected the latter.

Then, out of the blue, came Strawberry. She was much shorter and leaner than other pony girls. Gorlina had always felt more comfortable around her. On their first encounter, she had noticed the fire in the filly’s blue eyes. Her fiery mane complimenting her overall demeanor. She had approached the new filly with trepidation. Something about the new filly reassured her though. Their eyes locked for a second as if in a game of chicken. Gorlina had won that contest. She was surprised when the filly dropped her gaze, got down on her haunches, and started nuzzling Gorlina. It tickled and Gorlina weaved her fingers through the new filly’s luscious mane.

Her father was stupefied. He had said as much. Apparently the new filly had already kicked and injured two others who had tried to approach her. He had admitted, even he, the mighty Chief, had difficulty controlling this particular beast. He had informed Gorlina that the filly’s name was ‘RED’. Gorlina had insisted she should be renamed ‘Strawberry’. After some cajoling and pouting, her father had relented.

Ever since that day, they had been inseparable whenever her father did not need Strawberry. She took care of her. She massaged her sore muscles with herbed oil, bathed her, watered and fed her. She would often take her on a ride on the outskirts of their village. During these excursions, Gorlina would unburden herself, sharing stories of the day. The highs and lows. Strawberry would listen intently as Gorlina poured out her heart. Strawberry would nod or stomp her feet at appropriate moments as if she understood. She found herself becoming more attached to Strawberry. She was grateful for the unspoken bond they had formed.

One particular day, Gorkana bullied her mercilessly. As usual, to calm herself, Gorlina rode her beloved Strawberry outside the village. While retelling the incident, Gorlina broke into tears. Uncharacteristically, Strawberry shook her head fiercely, stopped trotting and got down in a kneeling position. She refused to rise. It was getting dark. They were way out in the woods. Gorlina had to return home on time before her father returned.

She had first tried to cajole the reluctant filly in every way she could think of. Finally, she resorted to the crop that she usually carried just for show. Gorlina had never used the riding crop on her pet till that day. All to no avail. Even when she was hit hard, Strawberry would not budge. She kept making sounds through her bit. With little choice, Gorlina dismounted. She was still unsure of what had spooked her trusted pet. She worried, Strawberry would bolt as soon as she got off her. Much to her relief, the filly stood still, kneeling.

However, Strawberry grew more frantic. She continued to shake her head as if trying to speak and dislodge the bit from her mouth. Gorlina approached her warily. She loosened the knots and took the bit from Strawberry’s mouth. Strawberry flexed her jaws. Stunned, Gorlina listened as Strawberry spoke clearly in common. This was the first time Gorlina had heard a pony girl address her goblin owner directly. It was unheard of in their village. Strawberry said she had a plan which involved a redo of wager with Gorkana. She went over her plan in detail.

The very next day, Gorlina challenged Gorkana to ride Strawberry bareback. As they say, ‘rest is history’. With Strawberry’s ingenious plan in action, Gorkana was not even able to come near Strawberry, let alone ride her. Gorlina’s reputation among friends grew rapidly, and the bullying stopped. From that day onwards, her beloved Strawberry won’t allow anyone near her, except of course her father - Gorlm.

Returning to the present, Gorlina turned holding her favorite saddle she had picked from the storage area.

“You will see my beloved pet,” Gorlina replied with an enigmatic smile. “Now, kneel!” she commanded, patting on Gabby’s thigh.

“Mistress!” Gabby pouted “at least give me some clue. What or who is the ‘pony whisperer’?.” Gabby tried again as she gracefully got down on one knee.

Gorlina chuckled but didn’t answer. Instead, she tapped Gabby’s shoulder. By now, Gabby knew the routine so well that she didn’t even have to think. She reflexively placed her hands behind her back, positioning her arms parallel to her sides and bending her elbows so that each mittened palm touched the opposite elbow.

Gorlina then gently tapped Gabby’s head, and Gabby lowered it so Gorlina could slip the saddle’s straps over her shoulders. The saddle itself rested on Gabby’s back, supported by her hands. Gorlina closed the straps on Gabby’s hands securing the saddle in place. She then adjusted the shoulder straps for a snug, comfortable fit. She pulled another strap from behind Gabby, threaded it just below her chest. She secured the other end back to the saddle.

As she was saddling her pet, Gorlina wondered if she should remind Strawberry not to talk once they were outside. She shook her head, it wasn’t a big deal. With the bit in her mouth, Strawberry wouldn’t be able to speak.

Gorlina picked the final straps connected to the strap below Gabby’s breasts. She tapped on Gabby’s thigh which prompted her pet to spread her legs wider. It was not easy for Gabby to spread her legs while she knelt. Initially she had to concentrate hard not to lose her balance and fall on her face. Now with the old adage ‘practice makes perfect’ it did not pose much difficulty. Her cheeks went beet red as her owner looped the strap between Gabby’s spread legs. The straps had sufficient padding on their edges to prevent chafing. She gasped as some rivet on the strap pressed into her intimates, rubbing on just the right spot. A tremor verging on an orgasm rippled through her.

“Did you have a good time with Gorlud yesterday?” Gabby blurted to distract herself.

Gorlina tied the other end of the straps to the saddle. Giving the saddle straps a final tug, Gorlina nodded in approval. Finally looking at her pet she smiled and nodded. She did have fun with the young Goblin yesterday. They were spending more and more time together. Her father approved of Gorlud which was a major plus.

“You were right, he’s fun” Gorlina giggled sporting a goblin equivalent of a blush. She walked over again to the storage area to fetch the next item.

oh no ... not the tail, Gabby sighed as she noticed her mistress holding her tail in one hand and the bells in the other. Anticipating the invader her rear hole clenched and puckered involuntarily.

“Mistress, please. No tail,” Gabby groaned, almost in a whisper.

Gorlina found teasing her pet was easy and amusing. Keeping a stern face, she walked behind Gabby and gently poked her sphincter with the tail’s insertion end. Finally she could not keep up the act for long and broke down into a hearty giggle.

“I was just teasing you, Strawberry. No tail today,” she whispered in Gabby’s ears. “I am sure father won’t be happy about your tail. He thinks I am spoiling you. Here’s a wager for you my pet - if father does not ask about your tail, I will give you a rub down. If he does, you ... hmmm ... what can you give me?” she asked rhetorically. Grinning, she continued “I guess nothing ... after all, you belong to me.”

“Tail is one thing, but I can’t let my pretty pet go without these,” she said, dangling two sets of bells in front of her pet. “Which of these do you think we should use today?” she asked absent-mindedly. Holding a bell from each set next to Gabby’s nipples, she focused intently, trying to decide.

Is she really expecting me to answer? Gabby wondered, her eyes darting between the two sets.

No you dumb dumb. She is talking to herself. When was the last time a dog decided which collar would look nice on it? her inner voice answered her rhetorical question.

Gabby just waited patiently. Finally deciding on the silver set, Gorlina returned the other bells to the storage bin along with the tail.

How does it feel to be decorated with nipple bells? Enjoying the humiliation, slut? You sure seem on the edge, Gabby’s inner voice taunted.

Back at her pet’s side, she held her pet’s breasts possessively and clipped the silver bells on to her nipple rings. Gabby pouted but did not offer any resistance. Gorlina gave the bells a gentle flick, causing them to jingle softly. Satisfied, she patted her pet’s head. A pulse of joy ran from Gabby’s stretched nipples to her belly running all the way to her privates.