Chapter 7B: Ari Rescues Pony Girls or...?

Later that evening - At the feast in Gorlm’s village

Near the market square, in the heart of the village, stood an impressive stone structure. It towered over the thatched cottages that surrounded it. At its center was the grand chamber. It was a massive room filled with large windows on all sides. There was a fireplace at one end of the room. A large refectory table was set in the middle of the room. Many of the prominent villagers, invited to this gathering, had brought sumptuous food and fine wines. They were now placed strategically on the table.

Beyond the grand chamber, through an arched doorway, lay a sprawling meadow. A special fenced-in area was set up for the pony girls of visitors. It allowed the pony girls to roam freely and play amongst themselves. The fence was tall enough to ensure the pony girls did not escape or someone else steal them. The west window of the grand chamber provided an excellent view for the goblins to view their antics.

Gibra unmounted her filly with practiced ease near the entrance to the grand hall. She handed the reins to one of the attendants who stood nearby. The attendant, clad in the livery of the village chief, handed Gibra a small orange stone after taking the reins. The attendant went on to tie an orange string to the pony girl’s ankle.

“Please return the stone when you come back to collect your pony,” the attendant explained. With that, the attendant gave a gentle pat on the filly’s rump leading her to the fenced area. The attendant removed her bridle and bit. He took off the saddle and then removed her hand bindings. Then he unleashed her before letting her inside the enclosure. He carefully stored the set in a designated area colored orange. Gibra took one last glance at her beloved filly trotting away. She proceeded to the grand chamber following the chatter.

“Welcome, pony whisperer” Gorlm voice boomed. He greeted Gibra enthusiastically as she entered. The room fell silent. Gibra felt flustered under everyone’s gaze. She smiled and bowed to the chief.

“Your journey got delayed? I thought you would be gone by now,” Gibra asked, surprised.

“Oh, it’s postponed. We have a lot to discuss later. Let’s first enjoy the meal,” Gorlm said with an air of superiority. He guided her to a seat next to him. “I can assure you, it would be the best you would have ever had,” he added smugly.

The aroma wafting in the air was indeed delicious. Gibra’s stomach growled in anticipation. Others sat down as well, but their eyes were on Gorlm. An empty chair remained next to him, untouched.

“Forgive my lateness, father,” Gorlina muttered, hurrying to sit down beside him. Gorlm scoffed at her, his expression clearly indicating his displeasure. Gorlina ignored it.

Whispers filled the room. Some muttered about Gorillas tardiness and Gorlm’s leniency. Gorlm looked unfazed.

“Nice to see you again Gorlina,” Gibra greeted her with a warm smile.

“Likewise. You remember our wager, right?” Gorlina exclaimed.

“Yes, yes, but not now,” Gorlm interjected, silencing his daughter. Gorlina pouted but did not press the question.

As the feast continued, Gibra relished the rich flavors of the lavish dishes placed before her. She savored the exquisite cheese, its spicy tang an unexpected yet delightful sensation.

“Ah, this cheese is truly extraordinary,” she exclaimed to those seated nearby. “I’ve never tasted anything quite like it. May I ask, what is the secret to its unique flavor?” she asked.

“It is our secret recipe,” Gorlm smugly replied and continued “it is made from human milk with the right herbs added for flavor. It has been passed on for generations in our family.”

“It is delicious,” admitted Gorlina, savoring a bite.

“Would you like some fresh milk? Or would you prefer wine?” Gorlm leaned in closer to Gorlina and asked.

Human milk was a prized delicacy among goblins. Maintaining a lactating human cow came with significant expenses. Once the calves weaned, human females stopped producing milk. To continue lactation, they required a unique diet consisting of hard-to-find herbs. Only the most affluent goblins could afford to keep and care for such cows. Heifers were also capable of producing milk, but they demanded even scarcer herbs for extended periods.

Goblin resourcefulness had found a way to preserve milk longer. Farmers who owned human cows would store their surplus for later sale. Even those goblins who couldn’t afford their own cows relied on human milk to raise their young. There was a common belief that children nourished with human milk were stronger and healthier. Most goblin settlements had a few wealthy dairy farmers who owned the valuable human cows.

The Amazonian cows from Ashel were highly prized due to their superior milk production. Due to their size, they produced almost three times the milk of human cows. However, goblins rarely succeeded in capturing these great warriors. Even when captured, the Amazonian females were not easily tamed and often proved less compliant than human females. Only a select few goblin tribes, located near the border of Ashel, had managed to domesticate them as livestock.

“Since we have to rise early tomorrow” Gorlina responded, “I’ll take some milk for now.”

“Excellent decision. We have the bestest milk in the region,” Gorlm boasted. Clapping his meaty hands, he turned to an attendant “Go fetch Busty and Melon.”

Two human cows, identical twins, Bela and Uma, were kneeling on all four just outside the grand chamber. They were tied to a ring, set in the wall just behind the door with a simple cord. The other end of the cord was tied to an iron ring hanging in their septum. It did not provide much slack and held them position. Their milk-laden breasts swung below them. The steadily increasing ache in their bloated breasts made them squirm in place. It was way past their daily milking time. The big fingerless gloves on their hands made it impossible to achieve any relief. Of course, they would not have dared to touch their breasts even if they could. Suckling each other to relieve the pressure was not an option either. They knew the punishment would be swift and painful.

Goblins shied away from attempting to domesticate wild human males due to their immense strength and aggressive nature. Previous efforts to keep them had ended disastrously. Even the most daring or reckless goblins abandoned their attempts long ago. The reasons behind their unsuccessful breeding efforts in goblin territories remained a mystery. It seemed as though their god did not want them to breed their cows on goblin land.

For generations, goblins had been sending their cows to Asham for breeding purposes. They would exchange groups of ‘dry cows’ with those that produced milk regularly. This process required at least four seasons for a single cow to be bred. Asham, an essential trading post, was located where the borders of Goblin Forest, Ashel, and Kingleria intersected. The town was governed by a council, composed of representatives from all three territories. It was one of the few places in existence where dark elves owned tiny humans for breeding tasks. Prices for these services were affordable, compelling goblins to abandon their local attempts at breeding.

‘Busty’ and ‘Melon,’ as goblins referred to these two cows, had returned from Asham where they were sent for breeding. Both had endured a lot during their stay in Asham. First, from the day they started for Asham to the day they got back, they were blindfolded and gagged except when they were washed. Second, the ‘pony fruit’, to which they were addicted to, was taken out of their diet. They would have suffered withdrawal symptoms except for the harsh conditions they were subjected to. They were worked hard, walking in circles to turn the large water wheel, all day long with very small breaks. By the time they were returned to their stalls at night, they were so tired that they couldn’t think of anything but sleep. They had longed to return back to their goblin owners.

After about a fortnight, the midgets were brought in. Each night, till they got pregnant, they would be tied to a post, blindfolded, gagged and taken by the midgets. Although the act itself was pleasurable, it was humiliating to be thus seeded under the dark elf’s supervision. They had no idea who the father of their babies was nor what became of their babies. Their hearts still ache whenever they think about their babies. After returning to the village, their blindfolds were removed. They never thought they would be happy to return back to the goblin village which they came to think of as their home now. Their condition, though degrading, was way better here than in Asham.

The attendant untied the cord and gently tugged. Bela and Uma followed the attendant into the grand chamber, their swollen breasts swinging freely as they crawled. Under the attendant’s guidance they crawled up the ramp set at the center of the table. Gorlm pointed to either end of the table. The attendant used a small stick to tap the cows’ rumps, expertly guiding them to their destinations. As Bela moved towards Gorlm, she gazed longingly at the sumptuous meats, her stomach rumbling, and her mouth salivating. She tried to recall the last time she had meat. Before she could indulge further, the attendant tapped her exposed rear with the stick, and she scurried forward.

“Feel free to milk the cow,” Gorlm graciously offered to Gibra, gesturing towards Bela’s engorged breasts. “Or if you’d prefer, Gortika can assist you.”

“Umm, I’m not used to milking,” Gibra replied sheepishly.

Gorlm chuckled and signaled for Gortika to lend a hand. Gortika fetched a small pail in hand and approached the cow. Bela presented her full breasts to her, eager to be milked. Gortika expertly began milking the human cow, rolling the nipple between her finger and thumb. She coaxed the white gold out, drop by drop at first and then faster. Gortika’s other hand played with Bela’s wet and puffy mound. She swiped her clawed fingers around the thick bush, poking and teasing her labia, and flicking her sensitive nubbin. Bela moaned, with relief as the pressure on her engorged left breast eased, and in pleasure. She longed for Gortika to hurry up, as her right breast still ached. She craved a release.

“hmm why are you touching her down there?” Gibra asked Gortika curiously.

“You ask why Gortika is playing with the cow? That is our secret sauce!” Gorlm boasted loudly, before Gortika could answer. This time, he had chosen to speak in common tongue for benefit of the two human cows.

“You see, bringing them to near to the crest increases the flow and the quality of their milk. These human cows are as randy as they come. Even a warg bitch in heat cannot compete with human females,” another goblin chimed in common language with a hearty laughter. Others around the table joined in.

“You are right. Not just the cows but all human females are like that,” someone else proclaimed as others nodded in agreement.

Bela and Uma flushed crimson in embarrassment as they listened to the degrading words spoken about them. To their utter shame these words only heightened their arousal. Bela, shamelessly thrust her hips, humping on Gortika’s hand.

“Take a look outside,” another goblin said, pointing to the window facing the meadow. “See how the pony girls are engaged in satisfying their animal urges.” Heads turned to the window where many fillies were engaged in various sexual acts. A roar of laughter erupted in the chamber and many shook their heads.

With the first bowl filled, Gortika offered it to Gibra.

“Wow. It’s warm. It indeed is the creamiest I ever had,” Gibra exclaimed. She licked her lips after taking a few sips to savor the taste. She stuck to the guttural goblin language which humans could not understand.

On the other side of the table, Uma moved from one goblin to the next as they drained her swollen breasts, filling their bowls. She had to skip those who were indulging themselves with wine. As each goblin milked her, they would invariably tease her privates causing the poor woman to mewl and groan with desire.

After a while, the cows were shepherded out of the grand chamber. Gorlm rose grandiosely.

“As you are undoubtedly aware, I have summoned Gibra to review our breaking and taming techniques,” he proclaimed, inclining his head toward Gibra. “She shall grace us with her presence for a few days. You will extend to her the same reverence afforded to our esteemed leash mistress,” he declared, gesturing grandly to an older goblin female seated across the table. “Tomorrow morning, we shall meet at the corral to begin. Let’s discuss the other details now.”

“What about our race?” Gorlina pouted looking at Gibra. Gorlm shook his head as if he had given up his fight to reign in his daughter.

“We can have it some other day. Don’t you worry, I am here for a few days,” Gibra replied with a kind smile.

The feast continued...

Ari

Ari was dreaming. She was once again a 12-year old girl, huddled nervously on her bed, clutching her favorite blanket tightly in her little fingers. The pressure on her bladder had aroused her from her deep sleep. She heard loud whispers outside her room. Her grandmother and mother were at it again, engaged in an argument that had been going on for weeks. She had to use the bathroom but was reluctant to interrupt them. Ari knew all too well what they were discussing. Her grandmother longed to visit her birthplace before she passed away. Ari’s mother vehemently opposed this idea which in her words was ‘not only stupid but dangerous’. Reluctant to go out and disturb the two arguing women, Ari hesitated, holding back her urge to use the bathroom.

Ari’s grandpa worked at the Musly embassy in GC as part of the diplomatic team. Their family originally came from a planet called Bhartier, which used to be an independent world but was later brought into the Musly empire by coercion. Ari’s grandmother had shared stories about how, when she was young, Musly took over their planet and enforced strict Musly laws on everyone. Back then, Bhartier had its own indigenous polytheistic society, but once Musly took control, they quickly suppressed the local faith. Those who resisted were either killed or sent away into exile. Ari’s family, like many others on Bhartier, continued to secretly practice their faith underground. Some managed to escape and sought refuge in GC. The Musly government accused GC of supporting these rebels, which was true, though GC never publicly admitted it.

Her grandfather had brought his family with him to GC. Musly traditionally disapproved of women leaving their kingdom. However, Ari’s grandfather had managed to secure an exception for his family through his family’s influential connections. Tragically, he died suddenly soon after, and her pregnant grandmother defected to GC. This defection caused a minor diplomatic row between Musly and GC, with both sides vehemently defending their respective positions. Despite the tension, Ari’s mother thrived in GC, where women were free to pursue their dreams and not merely seen as extensions of their male relatives.

GC operated as a secular society, with most residents neither deeply religious nor atheist, rather indifferent. They just didn’t care much about spiritual matters and went about their lives without paying it much thought. Sociologists theorized this apathy was due to the government meeting everyone’s basic needs. Food, housing, education, and healthcare were all freely available, allowing citizens to pursue their interests without worry. This lead to problems of its own. There was a small portion of the population, mockingly called “holojunkies”, who seemed to do little else besides immerse themselves in holographic entertainment. Both her mother and grandmother had drilled into Ari from a young age to avoid becoming a holojunky.

Unable to hold it any longer, Ari was jolted out of her dream. The reality of her situation came crashing down on her. She found herself lying on the ground, in the dark, with a pressing need to relieve herself. With groggy eyes, she took stock of her surroundings, noticing the dirt beneath her and a small bush nearby. She went around the bush and squatted. Once her bladder was no longer screaming for attention, Ari tried to recall how she had come to be in this situation. She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs clouding her mind. Memories of the night flooded in. She had been following Gorlm and Gabby at a discrete distance. She recalled feeling an intense arousal that made it difficult for her to control her urges. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not recollect how, why or when she had passed out.

Confused and disoriented, Ari stood up and took in her surroundings more closely. The darkness seemed thicker than usual, the stars overhead flickering like distant lanterns. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. As she struggled to make sense of her situation, a faint sound in the distance caught her attention. It was the sound of water, and she realized how parched she was. She followed the sound and found a small stream running through the forest. Desperate to quench her thirst, Ari bent down. Using her palms as a makeshift bowl, she greedily drank from the stream. Once she had satisfied her thirst, she briskly combed her hand through her messy hair. She was still tired and decided to rest for a while.

“How do the pony girls drink without use of their hands?” she wondered. “plus they have the bit in their mouth. It must be difficult. I wonder if the goblins carry water with them. They must be, right? How would it feel to be a pony girl, kneeling at the edge of the stream and drinking? Would my goblin rider dismount, holding my reins, while I drink or would I be just commanded to drink while the rider is still on my back?”

These thoughts made her flush. She bunched up her dress. Her right hand slid between her legs, left touching her stiff nipple. It was dark. No one was around. She took deep breath and panted as she slipped one finger inside her panty and touched her sensitive bundle of joy. She gasped. She took a deep breath and then panted as she thrust two fingers into her wet core. She took another deep breath and panted almost as if had run a full marathon. Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. They spread out inside of her and she could feel them exploring their new home. She continued this for a while. It felt good. She groaned, her belly quivering, breasts heaving.

Suddenly, she pulled her fingers out from between her legs. She wiped her fingers and resolutely kept them away from her intimates. There was an alert from her neural array. She accessed the alert. She had initiated a deep scan of her neural array to retrieve the details of the incident that had left her lying in an unfamiliar location. The response was simple, her own libido had overloaded her and she had blacked out.

Ari sighed in embarrassment, realizing that she must have somehow imbibed the ‘pony fruit’. She couldn’t believe that she had allowed her desires to take control. The new subroutine she had added was meant to counteract the effects of the ‘pony fruit’. Although it had not been a complete success, it had mitigated some of the unwanted response. As she continued to absorb the complete report. The report made was clear. She indeed had imbibed the pony fruit, but her current behavior was not result of the pony fruit. She felt embarrassed. She had let her own urges control her. She yawned.

In the darkness of the forest, the intermittent chirping of insects and distant rustling of nocturnal animals were her only companions. Though she knew there could be venomous creatures lurking, she wasn’t worried. After all, she was wearing her exosuit, codenamed “SNAG” by the tech team that had designed it. It stood for Self-adapting Nanoflex Amplification Garment. It was restricted for military use for personnel without nanobots. The suit’s form-fitting, nanoflex material provided breathable protection against most projectiles. Its translucent material made it nearly indistinguishable from bare skin unless closely inspected. It also significantly amplified the wearer’s strength. She grinned remembering how she had “snagged” the SNAG before starting on this mission.

A wave of sadness washed over Ari as she recalled the vivid details of her recurring dream. Her granny had ultimately won and left for Musly, never to be heard from again. Her mother’s relentless efforts to bring her back had been unsuccessful. She had encouraged Ari to become an agent of GC. This fueled her passion for women’s rights and made her a staunch feminist advocate, even though gender inequality was not an issue in GC. Though it seemed unnecessary in their egalitarian society, Ari used her position and voice to stand up against cruelty suffered by women elsewhere. She was in a way honoring the memory of her beloved granny.

As a third-gen immigrant, in theory, Ari should have faced no hurdles in GC. Her mother had carefully kept their family history hidden. However, during her university years, some resourceful classmates discovered not only her Musly roots but also that she was natural-born. This was a term reserved for those born via a real womb, largely frowned upon as outdated. Most women chose artificial wombs after conception due to financial feasibility or preference. Ari faced ridicule and bullying, with her modest attire, and was singled out. To fit in and escape the taunts, Ari started dressing provocatively. This sudden change of attire did not sit well with her mother, sparking frequent arguments between the two.

Their next sticking point was neural implants. Ari’s mom initially dug in her heels, refusing due to their faith’s stance against permanent bodily alterations. However, she eventually caved when Ari reminded her that the GC would require these enhancements upon joining. Her mother had drawn a line with respect to the nanobots. Eventually, once Ari joined GC, she was granted special exception to forgo the implants.

In her journey through university life, Ari encountered numerous challenges but persevered. Academically, she excelled and was dedicated to her studies. Her commitment paid off when she was elected to the student council, where she advocated passionately for women’s rights. She represented her university at various events, and was well regarded. Some even went so far as to see her as a future politician or an influential business woman.

However, in her personal life, Ari struggled to maintain steady sexual relationships. She did have one-night partners. So she took matters into her own hands, literally. Ironically, in her own sexual fantasies, she discovered her submissive side by accident. Her granny, in an effort to pass on their cultural traditions, encouraged her to watch holo from Bhartrier. She had explicitly asked her AI to avoid the ones from Musly. However, one night, as the holos played on in a queue, the AI, in its infinite wisdom, slipped in a Musly holo.

Ari unexpectedly discovered her heightened sexual arousal while observing the subservient female character. She had one of the most intense orgasms till that time as she imagined herself in place of the character. After that, the titillating Musly holos became her constant companion during nights. She had constructed her own time and money to train the AI to generate more and more degrading situations. This not only helped her with her sexual gratification but ironically propelled her in her studies. She became more focused and her grades improved drastically.

Her world turned upside down during a charity auction held at university to raise funds for Musly women refugees. Seniors were to be auctioned off. She had been reluctant to participate not necessarily due to the weird idea of slave auction but rather worried about publicly exhibiting her sexual arousal during the event. She was a crowd favorite and was ‘sold’ for the highest price breaking previous records. Although the auction itself was tame and nothing sexual was involved, her imagination played havoc on young Ari. Fully clothed, she had to focus intently to prevent herself from climaxing on the stage. This further confirmed what she already knew, leading her to explore various flavors of dominance and submission.

During her last year as a sociology doctorate student, Ari had a heated debate with Zyd, an exchange student from Musly who was temporarily enrolled in their program. Zyd insisted that you could only truly grasp a culture by fully immersing yourself within it aka ‘immersion’, while Ari argued that maintaining distance was crucial for accurate study aka ‘observational’. She felt strongly that any interaction with the group would alter behaviors artificially. Their wise advisor refused to weigh in on the matter, encouraging them instead to form their own conclusions. She arranged for them to spend two weeks in an ultra-realistic holo-deck simulation, placing them in a remote tribal village. They were to learn about the culture and report back. To break the stalemate, they flipped a coin, deciding that for this first part, they would try the immersion approach.

Their advisor had modeled the simulation after an actual tribe from a distant planet in the Zensar sector. The culture was primitive and well-documented, with a male-dominant hierarchy where women were considered possessions of men. She sent them notes and asked them to be prepared with the backstory and working knowledge of the native language, ‘Misri’. Ari had taken time to study Misri, as the simulation was designed to prevent use of neural arrays. According to the backstory, initial contact had been made with the tribe’s chief, who had grudgingly agreed to let the two students join under one condition, Ari would be considered his property since there were no unattached females in their custom.

Another thing that caught her attention was the local custom of wearing nothing but loincloths, leaving everyone’s upper body bare. She wasn’t too concerned about the nudity, as it wasn’t uncommon in GC. A part of her thrilled at the chance to explore her secret fantasy of a submissive life, while another part felt anxious about others potentially discovering her hidden desires. There was no turning back though. She stepped onto the holo-deck, almost naked and feeling very vulnerable. She knew this experience would be recorded and used for grading, so she tried her best to suppress the growing excitement within her.

She walked deliberately along the holo-deck’s realistic dirt path, careful to avoid sharp pebbles. Anticipation quivered through her, making it challenging to keep her composure as she neared the chief. Aware that every move was being recorded, she felt a thrill run down her spine. She spoke to him in Misri, letting him know that her friend would also be visiting. The chief merely nodded before attaching a collar around her neck and fastening a leash to it. Ari didn’t resist, after all, he was simply claiming what belonged to him. Grateful for their custom allowing a loincloth, she hoped it wouldn’t become too noticeable just how wet she already was. She wondered how long before the fabric would be soaked through.

The chief introduced Ari to his villagers as his second woman for the duration of her stay. He went on to explain Ari that each man could have only one first woman, while chiefs were allowed two. Any woman who was neither a first nor a second woman was shared among the tribe. The chief emphasized the favor he was doing by granting Ari this designation. Ari was appalled and excited in equal measure.

Later, the chief led Ari towards the entrance on her leash. Ari knelt patiently before the chief, her leash held firmly by him, awaiting Zyd’s arrival. As Zyd entered the holo-deck fully clothed, Ari glanced up from her kneeling position to see a scowl darkening chief’s face. She tensed and shook her head slightly, confident that Zyd had ignored their advisor’s instructions.

“I’m sorry, my Chief,” she said apologetically in Misri, “he’s unfamiliar with your traditions.” Turning to Zyd, she whispered sharply in GC common, “How could you forget the proper attire for this place?”

Ari hadn’t realized until then that Zyd stood rooted, his eyes wide as he stared at her naked form, speechless. Her sharp words snapped him back to reality. He mumbled an apology in GC common and hastily undressed down to his briefs. His clothes were later tossed in fire that evening.

After the chief led them back to the village, Zyd was given a small hut to stay in. Once settled, he noticed Ari enter with a young male following close behind. He seemed like her bodyguard.

“You didn’t study the material, did you?” Ari accused him in GC common without preamble.

“Uh ... I did, but I guess I missed something,” Zyd stammered. He nodded towards the male. “Who’s he?”

“Yeah, right. Listen up. We’re switching to Misri after today. No more GC common. I don’t want to be disqualified because of your carelessness.” Ari rolled her eyes. Then blushing slightly, “He’s my protector.”

“Protection from whom?” Zyd asked with a raised eyebrow.

“If you’d actually read the material,” Ari said in exasperation, “you’d know that all females here belong to someone. I’m the chief’s property, so...” She waved a hand dismissively. Her cheeks had turned crimson.