Chapter 8A: What Happens in Meadow Stays...?

Evening of Goblin Feast - earlier in the pony meadow

Gabby strolled along the lush meadow, the humid evening air felt like a damp blanket. Gorlina had decorated Gabby again. This time she even braided fragrant flowers into Gabby’s hair. They smelled nice. Then she had ridden Gabby to the grand chamber. Although it wasn’t far from Gorlm’s home, Gabby was grateful Gorlina had chosen to ride her instead of walking. She always relished the lazy afternoons in this part of the village. Gabby knew that few pony girls got the chance to relax in the corral while their owners attended functions in the grand chamber. Most were used for farming or carrying heavy loads around the village and from the forest, rarely getting a chance to socialize.

“I guess the riding ponies are lucky. At least they get a chance to meet others,” Gabby thought to herself and cringed expecting her other persona to chime in a chide her.

After the attendant had tied a golden ribbon to her ankle, he had freed her of all her bindings including the bit in her mouth. As long as the pony girls kept to the confines of the corral, no harm would come to them. The girls knew about the wargs patrolling outside the fenced area. They were terrified of the wargs. Gabby was not. She wistfully recalled Shadow and wondered where he was now.

“Well, too many escape routes,” she thought to herself as she looked around. ‘Always be on the lookout for escape routes when entering unfamiliar territory,’ she reminisced with a soft chuckle. This was drilled into her during her training. First few times when she had been left to herself in this place, she had weighed her escape options. She calculated the odds of overpowering the goblin guards to make a quick escape. Even with her nanobots’ power issues, she concluded the odds were in her favor.

She had quickly dismissed the idea for several reasons. For one, unlike the other pony girls here, she had a mission to complete. This stay was crucial to her larger strategy. She had to be patient. She chuckled remembering how often Gorsk had advised her about patience. Second problem with her idea, even if she could eliminate a few goblins, she still had to deal with their wargs.

Assuming she somehow managed to flee the village, she would have to navigate the goblin forests. The surrounding forest was teeming with dangerous wildlife. There were simply too many of them. With her power levels depleted and her useless hands, she would not stand a chance. She realized that the best course of action was not to flee but to adhere to her plan, no matter how daunting it seemed. The thought brought a bittersweet smile to her face.

She observed a group of pony girls milling about in the dappled sunlight. Most, she recognized from previous encounters. Their naked bodies, slick with sweat, bore collars and shimmering metal adornments. The soft jingle of their bells tinkled through the air. A few were resting at the base of a tree, while others engaged in animated conversations. Several pony girls, concealed behind thick foliage, trying to satisfy their carnal needs. The atmosphere was heavy with the musky scent of arousal.

Today, she noticed no signs of the usual activity around the old tree stump. The pony girls referred to it as their ‘humping post’. She did see a few pony girls engaged in pleasing each other orally. The sad part was that none of these pony girls could reach orgasm on their own without help from their goblin owners. She was still not sure why and how she had been able to climax when she was with Ari earlier. Being a pony meant almost constant stimulation and frustration, her body reacting instinctively to it all. Intense craving pulsed within her. Despite her efforts, she barely managed to keep her lust in check. She was open-minded about such matters but public displays weren’t really her thing. She hoped Gorlina would keep her promise and let her some relief tonight.

Gabby made sure to stay out of sight, keeping a safe distance from the group of pony girls. She knew all too well that they’d swarm around her once they spotted her. As the go-to healer for these girls, Gabby had tended to countless sprains, bruises, and cuts with practiced ease. The power penalty on her nanobots for such minor assistance was negligible. Though she genuinely cared about helping them, today she had other pressing concerns on her mind.

She was confident that Gibra’s new pony girl would be there. She needed to meet her to gather insights before meeting Gibra. The relentless stimulation, amplified by the ‘pony fruit’, made it increasingly difficult for Gabby to keep her composure. Her arousal intensified with each passing moment, nipples hardening against the cool air. She sighed deeply and took calming breaths, trying to soothe her traitorous body.

Gabby’s gaze swept through the corral, searching for the new girl. After what felt like forever, she spotted a figure reclining beneath a small tree. The girl exuded feminine beauty and innocence. She appeared to be in her late twenties. Without the bridle and bit obscuring her face, she looked even more stunning. Gabby was convinced this was the same girl she had encountered earlier at the market square. The ornate gold chain around her waist and collar around her neck only served to accentuate her features. Unconsciously, Gabby’s hand went to her own breasts, briefly comparing their size to the new arrival’s ample bosom.

Well, hers certainly are bigger than mine, she muttered to herself. A small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she caught herself mid-action. With a purposeful stride, Gabby approached her.

“I presume you’re Gibra’s pony girl?” Gabby asked casually. The girl spun around, taken aback, and stammered something in a language Gabby didn’t understand.

“Oh, sorry I did not notice you,” the girl responded, switching to common. Gabby’s universal translator needed a few more data points before it could help her with the new language.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you. We can talk in your language if you prefer. But you will have to give me some time to figure it out,” Gabby told the girl in a calming voice and smiled reassuringly at the girl.

The girl smiled back, speaking quickly in her native language. Gabby’s translator caught enough to understand the last few sentences. She had confirmed that Gibra was indeed her owner.

“I am Strawberry. What is your name?” Gabby asked. Gabby had debated if she should give the girl her real name but decided against it. She didn’t want to encourage her inner ‘Gabby persona’ who had been dormant since her trip to market square.

“They call me Whirlwind, though I’m not entirely sure that’s right,” the girl replied, hesitating briefly. It’s ... difficult understanding goblin tongue sometimes. I used to be Monica before the goblins captured me,” She sighed softly.

“You can speak my language? Are you originally from Groth? You don’t look like us. Why are you so pale and short? Did they color your hair?” Her gaze flicked downwards, pausing at the neatly trimmed bush just above Gabby’s womanhood. She traced the well crafted shape with her mittens, giggling. “Wow, this is shaped like two strawberries! Is this why they call you Strawberry?” Whirlwind eagerly fired off her questions. She was clearly excited to meet someone who could understand her native tongue.

“And why do you have these on?” she asked, playing with Gabby’s nipple rings with her fingerless mittens.

Gabby felt her nipples stiffen at Whirlwind’s touch. In any other circumstances, Gabby would have chastised anyone who blatantly touched her without permission. But in this world, in these conditions, there was no modesty for a pony girl. She did not bother to stop the eager girl. Her antics sent a pleasant shiver down Gabby’s skin, all the way from her teased nipples to her damp mounds. She gasped. Gabby gasped, her body already primed from her encounter with Ari.

“Woah, hold on Whirlwind,” Gabby tried to calm herself and the girl. “Slow down a bit,” continued in common. She gently moved Whirlwind’s hands away from the nipple rings. Raising her palm she said “I am not from Groth. I am a quick learner.” she continued, switching to Grothi language which was the mid-region dialect. Whirlwind stared at Gabby in stunned silence, disbelief plastered over her beautiful face. Then she burst into an uproarious laughter. Gabby looked confused and raised her eyebrows in question.

“Your Grothi needs some work,” Whirlwind exclaimed, answering the unspoken question in Gabby’s eyes. “You just asked me if I wanted to poop!” With that, she went into another fit of laughter. Gabby’s eyes widened in realization, and she couldn’t help but join in the laughter.

“Well, I guess that explains the look you gave me!” Gabby said between giggles.

“You can speak Grothi too? Wow,” she exclaimed after she had calmed a bit. “Since my capture and taming, I have never met someone who knew my dialect. My common is rusty. I am so glad to speak to someone in my native dialect. Do all of you know Grothi? Who do you belong to? Where are you from? How did you end up here? Why do you have flowers in your hair?” she continued, bombarding Gabby with her questions.

Gabby tried to suppress a giggle. The girl seemed starved for information. It was clear she hadn’t encountered anyone from her homeland in a long time. Her innocent questions made Gabby wonder exactly how old the girl was and how long ago had she been captured. Gabby knew from previous experience that it would be a while before their riders came back for them.

The goblins never tell us when they would return. Why should they? Would I tell my horse such things? I really hope Gorlina does not return to fetch me early like Gorlm did in Sunning. Gabby thought to herself.

“How long have you been a pony girl? My owner really loves me. I am so happy with her. Does your owner treat you well? Do they feed you pony fruit? Do you think the attendant will feed us pony fruit? I miss it,” Whirlwind continued with her questions, not giving Gabby a chance to answer.

Gabby gently cupped Whirlwind’s face in her gloved hands, applying light pressure to get her attention.

“Calm down,” Gabby said, smiling warmly. To her relief, Whirlwind actually stopped talking. She looked at her with imploring doe eyes.

“Look, I will answer all your questions, but you need to give me time to speak,” Gabby asserted, gently poking the girl’s nose.

“Of course,” Whirlwind nodded enthusiastically, “I start talking fast when I am excited. It has been a while since I met someone I could talk to in Grothi. Do you think other girls here can converse in Grothi? How is village life? I am always traveling. It’s difficult to make friends when you are always on the move. Is it better to have an owner who is settled in one place? Do you travel? Where all have you been?” Whirlwind’s questions spilled out rapidly, like a flood breaching a dam.

Gabby opened her mouth to answer, but Whirlwind kept going. She tried to interject with a raised hand, but the girl was unstoppable. Gabby couldn’t help but smile at Whirlwind’s enthusiasm. She took a deep breath, waiting for a brief pause to jump in.

“I do travel,” Gabby quickly responded, seizing a momentary lull. But before she could elaborate, Whirlwind was already asking another question. Gabby chuckled softly, appreciating the girl’s energy. “Hold on, one question at a time,” she said, cupping Whirlwind’s breasts with her mittened. This seemed to distract the girl as intended.

“Does Gibra have other pony girls?” Gabby asked, settling into a more comfortable position next to Whirlwind. She continued playing with Whirlwind’s breasts and nipples. Whirlwind’s eyes widened at Gabby’s touch. She let out a soft moan, her nipples hardening under the gentle strokes.

“She has a few others but I am her favorite. That is why she brought me here on such a long journey,” Whirlwind replied beaming in evident pride.

“Did she ever take you to visit the Goblin god?” Gabby inquired gently. She noticed Whirlwind’s discomfort with the question. Gabby paused, gently touching the girl’s shoulder to comfort her. However, Whirlwind winced and Gabby pulled away. The mention of the Goblin god was still taboo among the pony girls, as it brought with it fear and unease that could not be easily dismissed. Gabby respected the girl’s hesitancy to discuss the topic further. She couldn’t help but notice fresh cuts on Whirlwind’s thighs and bruises on her shoulder.

“What happened to you, dear? Was it during your journey to our village yesterday?” Gabby asked with concern in her voice. Gabby saw Whirlwind nodding her head up and down in a gesture more equine that human. Gabby wondered how long she had been a pony girl.

“Let me help you.” Gabby let her nanobots work their magic. Without the use of her fingers, due to the fingerless mittens, she had to refocus the nanobots through her toes. Whirlwind’s eyes sparkled with amazement, her gaze fixed on the healing marks. Gabby could see the fear and confusion in her eyes.

“Look at me!” Whirlwind exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight. “How can I repay you?” She nuzzled her face against Gabby’s breasts, squealing with glee.

Gabby attempted to hush her, but Whirlwind’s excitement was infectious. The girl continued to gush and praise Gabby in Grothi, her words becoming increasingly incoherent. The commotion soon drew the attention of other pony girls nearby. This was not what Gabby had intended. She sighed inwardly, regretting her hasty decision to help Whirlwind before their conversation had concluded. Now, with a crowd gathering around them, it would be difficult to extricate herself and continue their private discussion.

A cluster of pony girls surrounded Gabby, their eager faces reflecting a mix of desperation and curiosity. Gabby had grown accustomed to the intense, musky scent of arousal that permeated their group. It was a constant reminder of their shared status as goblins’ pony girls. She found her own state of constant desire becoming almost second nature.

“Oh, revered healer,” exclaimed Bessie, a well-endowed young pony girl. She thrust her large, tender breasts towards Gabby. They always got sore. “I knew the Chief would bring you here. I’ve been looking for you?” Gabby could empathize with Bessie, they must be really sore after running without support.

“Look at those udders!” Poppy chuckled and ribbed Bessie “I don’t know why your owner doesn’t put them to use as milkers.”

Gabby smiled, knowing this was just their usual good-natured teasing. But before Gabby could respond, a chorus of pleas and requests erupted from the gathering of pony girls. Each claimed a unique injury or ailment, from sore breasts to whipped bottoms, begging Gabby for relief. Gabby found herself caught in a whirlwind of gratitude and admiration from the pony girls. They frequently referred to her as ‘the revered healer,’ echoing Bessie’s initial nickname.

“Please take a look at this,” Freckles, a girl with a sprained ankle, implored, limping over.

The crowd shifted to make space for Freckles, who winced in pain as she moved. Bessie, still basking in the afterglow of her healing, moved closer to Freckles, offering her a comforting hand to steady her.

Freckles lifted her ankle, revealing a swollen foot. Gabby could see the frustration in the girl’s eyes, the familiar desire that always bubbled beneath the surface of their existence. She knew how it felt to be unable to control her body, to be at the mercy of her captors and their whims. Freckles’ ankle was not a difficult injury for Gabby’s nanobots to fix. Still, she needed to be careful. She couldn’t let the other girls see her true power levels, especially not with Gorlina potentially on her way back from the Grand Hall.