Interstellar Agent Goblin's Ponygirl - Mission 1
Copyright© 2025 by Rose362436
Chapter 9: Earlier That Evening
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 9: Earlier That Evening - Set in alternate future, where humanity has spread across galaxy. There a tenuous peace amongst 3 factions and other aliens. Two female agents of Interstellar Agency are sent on a critical mission to a technologically primitive planet. As they work on completing their mission they encounter Goblins and other aliens who use local human females as domesticated animals-pony girls/milking cows. Will our two beauties complete their mission or end up as ponygirls themselves.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Farming High Fantasy Zoophilia Science Fiction Aliens Extra Sensory Perception BDSM Humiliation PonyGirl Exhibitionism Lactation Massage Petting Public Sex ENF Nudism
While Gabby was waiting for her young rider, she reminisced Gork’s words - ‘Patience, RED, patience’ and ‘patience is key for a good pony girl’. She smiled to herself. She wondered what he was up to now. She hoped that their plan would succeed. She had not heard from him in a while. Her thoughts wandered. She thought of Shadow. That saddened her. She missed Shadow more than she missed Gorsk or Girtamer or even Anj for that matter. She wondered if Isabella and her daughter were okay.
It seemed like hours for Gabby before Gorlina had arrived to fetch her with Gorlm and Gibra in tow. The trot back home was quick. All through it Gorlina kept fussing with Gabby’s hair while chatting with her father and Gibra. From the snippets of conversation she caught, Gabby learned about upcoming training sessions and preparations for races at the goblin god’s city. She paid half attention to their conversation. She was mostly focused on her gnawing hunger. Her stomach growled as she smelled roasted boar and spiced ale on her rider. Once again her rider reminded Gibra about their wager.
“I bet I can race you home,” Gorlina proclaimed, shifting in the saddle with barely contained energy. She dug light spurs into Gabby’s flanks - not hard enough to draw blood, but firm pressure that sent an immediate jolt through her muscles. Startled by this sudden “encouragement”, Gabby instinctively increased pace, hoofed boots clomping on the paved pathway.
‘There you go. You are responding purely to physical cues like a well trained animal’ Gabby’s inner voice mocked her again and a wave of shame washed over her.
“Come now, Strawberry,” Gorlina purred in a low voice, leaning forward slightly and flicking a thin leather crop against Gabby’s haunches. “Show them what you can do! A little faster ... a little more.” It wasn’t exactly an order, more of a demanding coaxing.
Gibra didn’t react as Gorlina expected. She simply adjusted her grip on Whirlwind’s reins and maintained their steady pace. She didn’t offer any response beyond a slight shake of her head. Her gaze flicked to Gorlm. He was shaking his head. He was clearly exasperated by his daughter’s impulsiveness.
“Younglings!” she muttered, smiling to herself. “You have a spirited mount, Gorlina,” Gibra remarked calmly but in a raised voice so the speeding girl could hear her. “But you need to save Strawberry’s energy. Do not overexert her if you want any chance of winning our wager when we actually race.” She smoothed a hand down Whirlwind’s neck and continued at the same measured trot.
“You are no fun,” Gorlina yelled back, pouting as she gently pulled on Gabby’s reins. Gabby complied without hesitation to a slow more manageable trot. She tousled Gabby’s hair again. “No matter what they say, you are the cutest pet!” she cooed to her mount.
The hum of goblin village faded away as they reached home. Gorlm dismounted his steed with ease. He handed off the reins to his waiting stable hand. Gibra followed suit, gracefully sliding off Whirlwind. She too handed off Whirlwind’s reins to another hand.
“See that she’s cleaned properly,” she instructed, though her tone lacked any real severity. Whirlwind nickered softly as she was led away, her pony boots clicking against the packed dirt.
“Honestly,” Gorlina swung down from Gabby’s back with a dramatic sigh. She rolled her eyes and playfully slapped Gabby’s rear. “You are lucky, Gibra. My Strawberry...” She emphasized ‘My’ with a possessive tilt to her head “ ... is so temperamental. She won’t let anyone else tend to her, you see? I have to do all the work myself.”
Gibra smiled at Gorlina’s theatrics, knowing full well that the younger goblin reveled in the attention. Gabby knew what was happening. Gorlina complained just for show, carefully building an image of being the only one who could manage ‘her pet’. Gabby sighed inwardly. She knew what came next. Gorlina steered her away toward a sturdy post worn smooth with use. Her small hands moved deftly as she looped a simple hemp cord through Gabby’s nipple rings. It was not tight enough to cause pain but firm enough for restraint. Gorlina didn’t bother securing any further. After weeks under goblin control, they clearly believed Gabby wouldn’t struggle or bolt. In their opinion she was thoroughly ‘tamed’.
‘Off course they won’t bother to secure you any further,’ Gabby’s inner voice had returned, taunting her ‘After all, you are a good girl. Or are you a good slut?’
“Kneel,” Gorlina commanded softly. Gabby hesitated for a heartbeat before lowering herself to the ground. Her legs trembled beneath her, exhaustion and arousal warring for control.
Gorlina moved behind her. She expertly unbuckled the harness. Then came the saddle and other bindings. Finally Gabby’s arms were free from their confinement. Gabby stretched her sore hands. Last was the bit and bridle. By now, Gabby had grown used to the bit’s presence. Even then relief washed over her with its removal. She flexed her jaw instinctively, rolling her tongue around. She savored the absence of pressure on her tongue and the lingering tang in her mouth.
‘What else did you expect?’ her inner voice was particularly cruel today. ‘You are nothing special. Just another pony girl - a horny one at that’ Gabby did not respond, the words were too close to the truth. What could she say? Her inner voice was right. She barely managed to control herself. Gorlina tapped on her bottom, indicating she should stand. Gabby obeyed, her body aching with need. With hands now unbound, it required every ounce of her willpower not to touch herself. Her gaze drifted towards Gorlina, pleading and desperate.
‘You can talk, you know,’ her insidious inner voice mocked ‘or has your lust fried your brain? Your owner has removed the bit from your mouth.’
Ignoring her inner voice, Gabby remained still for inspection. Her training made it instinctual. She trembled, fighting to control a rising tide of desire that threatened to consume her reason. A slickness was building between her thighs, and with each passing second it grew more intense.
Gorlina’s finger curled inside Gabby, probing and teasing with practiced precision. Her other hand gripped Gabby’s hip, holding her steady as she explored. Gabby’s breath hitched, her body betraying her as it arched into the touch. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the sounds that threatened to spill out.
Gabby whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily against Gorlina’s hand. She was drowning in sensation, her body on fire with need. Every nerve ending felt alive, screaming for release. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her hips moved forward instinctively against Gorlina’s touch. She wanted to scream for release, but she didn’t.
Gorlina’s fingers withdrew abruptly, leaving Gabby empty and aching. Gabby’s hips thrust forward in a frantic attempt to regain the feeling. She almost cried out in protest. Her body was shaking with frustration.
“Patience, my pet,” Gorlina chided in a sing-song voice “I know you are eager. You are dripping as usual. You deserve a reward and you will get it.” She stepped back, her eyes roaming over Gabby’s flushed skin, her heaving chest, her glistening thighs. “But first we need to get you cleaned up. Stay!”
Gabby stood rigidly still as ordered, her free hands clasped behind her back mimicking the feel of restraints long since removed. Head held high, eyes fixed straight ahead on a distant point, her legs were slightly apart, back arched subtly presenting her breasts forward. It was an unconscious response she loathed but couldn’t suppress.
With supreme effort, she tried to control her rising desires. She felt warmth pooling between her thighs, slick and insistent. Every fiber of her body was on fire. She curled her toes, trying to steady her breathing, and closed her eyes
‘Oh how the mighty have fallen,’ her inner voice taunted with cruel precision. ‘A seasoned agent reduced to a panting warg in heat.’
Gorlina turned her attention to preparing Gabby’s bath. She carried a large wooden bucket filled with water, the scent of lavender and rosemary wafting through the air. Gabby hadn’t anticipated scented water. It sparked conflicting emotions within her. Part of her had an almost hysterical urge to scream, ‘Just get it over with,’ while another part wanted to taunt her inner voice ‘see how luxurious my life is compared to other ponies’.
‘Oh, how lovely,’ her inner voice sneered, dripping with sarcasm. ‘A floral bath for a breeding mare? Are we pretending this is some sort of spa day at a luxury hotel?’ The irony wasn’t lost on Gabby. She was being treated like livestock with an added layer of perfumed pretense.
Gorlina placed a small overturned crate near Gabby’s feet, providing a makeshift platform. She climbed onto it, balancing the water-filled bucket. She reached Gabby’s higher back and head, seemingly oblivious to any discomfort she might be causing. Without preamble or apology, Gorlina splashed the cool water over Gabby’s shoulders, testing its temperature against her skin before proceeding more thoroughly.
Gabby was startled by the sudden splash of cold water, though she had anticipated it. Goosebumps erupted on her arms as the water made contact with her skin. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, the cold contrast against her feverish skin was almost welcome. Her sudden movement caused the simple hemp cord looped through her nipple piercings to pull taut, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. She curled her toes trying to stay upright.
‘Focus,’ her inner voice urged sharply. ‘It’s just water. She is cleaning you like the mare you have become. Control yourself slut.’
Her inner voice was going crazy. It felt absurd, trying to compartmentalize the experience. The careful scrubbing with rough bundles of rushes, Gorlina humming softly under her breath as she worked. The way those clawed fingers traced patterns across Gabby’s skin, it was all too intimate to be purely clinical. Gabby knew she had to keep a semblance of control. She tried to focus on the physical act of cleaning, the roughness of the rushes against her skin, the methodical way Gorlina worked. But it was difficult to separate the clinical inspection from the intimate touch, to ignore the way her body responded to Gorlina’s care.
Gorlina knelt behind Gabby, her hands moving to her inner thighs. She lathered a soapy mixture onto Gabby’s legs and flanks.
Gabby spread her legs wider, bracing herself against the onslaught of sensation. The first touch was almost too much. Gabby’s hips jerked forward, a gasp escaping her lips. Gorlina tsked. She gripped Gabby’s thighs to hold her still.
“None of that now,” Gorlina chided. “Be a good girl and let me clean you properly.”
Gabby forced herself to relax, her muscles trembling with the effort. Gorlina’s hands moved with practiced ease, gliding over Gabby’s most sensitive areas. Gabby’s breath came in short pants, her body throbbing with need. She could feel Gorlina’s hot breath on her inner thigh.
‘You slut,’ her inner voice hissed. ‘You are enjoying this aren’t you. You know that she does not care about your pleasures? It’s just another chore for her. You can ask her to stop, you know.’
“Almost done,” Gorlina murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of Gabby’s ragged breathing. She stood abruptly, leaving Gabby feeling empty and aching. Gabby bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. That helped a bit as it distracted her from the overwhelming sensations.
Gorlina moved to stand in front of Gabby, her hands going to the hemp cord. She untied it slowly. Gorlina’s fingers brushed against Gabby’s swollen nipples. Gabby hissed through her teeth, her body trembling with frustration. The cord fell away, leaving her nipples tingling.
“All clean,” Gorlina announced. She sounded proud and cheerful. She stepped back, admiring her work. “You look lovely, my pet. I bet other fillies will be jealous.”
Gabby said nothing, her eyes fixed on a point over Gorlina’s shoulder. She felt a rush of shame, her cheeks burning with humiliation. She hated the way her body responded. She was not fond of the way Gorlina treated her like a prized pet. Like a domesticated animal to be groomed and petted.
‘And yet here you are,’ her inner voice said calmly. ‘Standing naked and dripping, begging for your owner’s approval. You are a far cry from the agent you once were.’
“Mmm, so pretty,” Gorlina murmured, almost to herself. She traced her finger along Gabby’s flanks before brightening. “Time for your reward, my sweet Strawberry!” With a playful tug on Gabby’s nipple leash, she started leading her toward the familiar reward stall.
Gabby followed obediently, her body still throbbing with unfulfilled need. As they approached the stall, they encountered Gibra walking toward them.
“That took less time than usual,” she observed, eyeing Gabby’s dripping form critically. “Heading to the reward stall already?”
Gabby lurched forward as Gorlina stopped abruptly, the nipple leash tugging firmly against her chest.
“Yup!” Gorlina chirped, skipping alongside Gabby. “Isn’t she beautiful now? My Strawberry’s never looked cleaner!”
“Clean,” Gibra acknowledged after circling slowly around Gabby. Then her fingers traced through the two precise strawberry shapes etched into Gabby’s pubic hair - each crowned with carefully trimmed tips resembling leaves. “You’ve styled her fur,” Gibra murmured, genuinely intrigued.
“Oh, those?” Gorlina giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I carved little strawberries in her strawberry patch.”
‘Look at you,’ Gabby’s inner voice hissed. ‘They are discussing you like livestock. Your fur? Are you getting wetter from their attention?’
Gabby’s breath hitched as a wave of humiliation washed over her. She felt her cheeks flush crimson at the unfamiliar touch, even as a spark ignited within her core. Her thighs shook, dampness gathering between them. Her traitorous body was responding to this intimate humiliation.
‘So what’s new?’ her inner voice sneered, cold and sharp. ‘ Your body betrays you constantly. Look at how you tremble when they inspect their property. You’re not just their pony girl - you are a humiliation slut who gets wet from being treated like livestock.’
“This must have required steady hands,” Gibra remarked. “More work than a hot iron, but ... less permanent damage.” Her gaze met Gorlina’s. “You might be onto something, Gorlina. Temporary marks that grow back ... yet still show ownership. Way better than branding.”
“She is curly and soft there!” Gorlina exclaimed, bouncing on her toes, visibly pleased. “I spent hours making sure it was perfect.” She patted Gabby’s rump, proprietary. “Strawberry, loves being special!”
Gabby bit down on to stifle a whimper, ashamed at how her nipples had hardened, again!.
“Looks like she’s in a rush. Go on then.” Gibra said as she stepped aside.
“Come on, my pet. Time for your reward.” With a happy skip, Gorlina tugged the nipple leash.
Gabby followed eagerly.
=== Later that night in the stables The stable loomed before Gabby as she approached. There was the scent of hay and leather mingling with the earthy musk of the goblins. The air was cool against her bare skin, raising goosebumps on her arms as she stepped inside. She made sure none of Gorlm’s other pony girls had noticed her. Gorlina was there, waiting, her small form silhouetted against the flickering torchlight.
“You are back!” Gorlina cooed and hugged Gabby’s legs. Then she held up the chain, the metal glinting in the dim light. “Let’s get you back in your chains. Kneel.”
Gabby complied without hesitation, turning her head to present the collar to Gorlina. The goblin’s small hands worked deftly. The chain clinked as it was fastened to the ring in Gabby’s collar. The other end was looped through a sturdy hook in the wall near the floor, leaving Gabby with just enough slack to move within the stall.
“There we are,” she murmured, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “All safe and sound.” She leaned in, her hot breath tickling Gabby’s ear. “I’ll be back in the morning to check on you. You are such a good girl. Get some rest now.”
With that, Gorlina turned and left, leaving Gabby alone. Gabby moved to the trough. After the solid run she was parched. The water was cold and refreshing as she lapped it up. Her thirst quenched, Gabby turned her attention to her other needs. The stall was equipped with a simple hole in the corner, a crude toilet that her owners kept surprisingly clean. She squatted over it. The chain clinked softly as she moved, a constant reminder of her status.
After finishing, Gabby leaned back against the wall, her chest heaving. The day’s events flooded back, each memory vivid and sharp. Meeting or rather seeing the ‘pony whisperer’ and then meeting her pony girl - Whirlwind, had been a revelation. Her mind buzzed with the new information, her neural array had absorbed it all.
The air was cool against her bare skin, a stark contrast to the lingering heat of Gorlina’s touch. Gabby could still feel the ghost of the goblin’s small hands guiding her, the electric caresses of her saliva coated fingers as she ... Gabby’s breath hitched, her body betraying her as it remembered. The memory of Gorlina’s hot breath against her ear sent a shiver down her spine.
“Good girl,” her little owner had whispered. “You’ve earned your reward, my sweet Strawberry.”
The words had sent a wave of humiliation crashing over her, a bitter reminder of her current state. But there was no denying the physical pleasure that had followed. The ecstasy that had left her dizzy and desperate. Her body still hummed with the aftershocks. Her desires were sated, at least for now.
The straw rustled softly beneath her as Gabby shifted her weight, trying to find a comfortable position. The chain attached to her collar clanked making a harsh sound in an otherwise quiet stable. She took a deep breath, the scent of hay and lingering smell of her own deed near the hole filled her lungs as she settled into the straw.
But her mind was far from settled. The data she had gathered at the corrals was crucial. The common mycorrhizal network, a secret highway of information hidden beneath the forest floor, was the key. She had taken a risk, but the payoff was potentially immense. Though too early to confirm, her neural array had predicted with high probability that the goblins were using this network for long distance communication. She was amazed that these primitives showed such capabilities.
Gabby sighed when her neural array informed that her nanobots were still barely above the redline. At least they were not depleting any faster. Her fingers itched to work, to manipulate and analyze, to do something. But they were trapped, useless within their mitten prison. She cursed silently. She wanted to act, to use this information. She had to get in touch with Ari. But for now, she had to wait. She had to follow the plan. She smiled wryly repeating Gorlm’s mantra “patience, Red patience”.
As sleep began to claim her, Gabby’s last thoughts were of the goblin god, of the mission that had brought her here, and the chance she had been given to finally complete it, that Ari would soon join her. She drifted off, her body exhausted but her mind alert, ready to seize the opportunity when it presented itself.
=== Next morning ... The training ground loomed before Gabby. It was a sprawling, fenced open area just outside the goblin village, surrounded by the goblin forest. The first light of dawn cast long shadows across the trampled earth, with a thin layer of fog clinging to the far end. The wooden fence was simple, just high enough to prevent pony girls from jumping over it. Beyond it, wargs patrolled with a constant growl, their keen senses scanning the perimeter. The scent of damp earth and pine needles filled her nostrils, mingling with the musk of the wargs. Their low growls echoed through the morning quiet. The ground inside was packed dirt, with a path circling the inner perimeter that had been trampled smooth by countless pony girls.
Gabby’s boots clomped rhythmically against the hard-packed ground. The saddle creaked with each stride, the leather harness digging into her back. Her arms were secured behind her, holding it in place. The bit between her teeth filled her mouth, it pressed against her tongue making her drool. A steady stream of saliva ran down her chin onto her bare breasts.
“Faster, Strawberry,” Gorlina urged, instinctively kicking her heels against Gabby’s sides even as she accidentally pulled on the reins.
“what the f...,” Gabby thought frustrated “what does she want me to do?” The bit prevented speech, but the frustration was clear in the soft sound she produced that sounded almost like a snort. Her pace faltered for a split second as her brain tried to process the contradictory commands - heels meaning forward, reins meaning stop.
“Oh! sorry, my pet” Gorlina quickly corrected herself, patting Gabby’s shoulder. “We are late,” Gorlina sighed, “again!” and eased on the reins.
Gabby obediently increased her pace to a steady gallop. Being late was the norm for her young rider.
As they approached, Gabby took in the scene before her. Gibra stood near the fence. She was surrounded by a semi-circle of villagers whose eyes were fixed on the ‘pony whisperer.’ A few other villagers leaned on the fence, eager to observe. On one side, pony girls were tethered to a long rail, their leather harnesses creaking softly as they shifted their weight. She recognized most of them.
“These pony girls must have carried the big-wigs here,” thought Gabby. Further right, two human females stood bound and blindfolded. Their breaths came in quick, desperate gasps, their bodies trembling. The terror of capture was something Gabby knew all too well. “Oh, they must be the new captures Poppy mentioned yesterday. Poor things are fidgeting. I’m sure the goblins have already started them on pony fruits. Welcome to my world,” she sighed, which came out more like an equine sound due to the bit.
Gorlina pulled sharply on the reins, distracted by Gibra’s demonstration across the training ground. Gabby came to an abrupt halt, her boots skidding in the packed dirt. The sudden stop sent a jolt through her body, the saddle shifting uncomfortably against her back as it dug deeper. She sucked in a sharp breath through her nose, the cold dawn air making already-sensitive nipples peak painfully. Unable to speak with the bit in her mouth, she gave a soft grunt.
“Slow down girl,” Gorlina said, pulling gently on the reins. Gabby responded immediately, transitioning from a canter to an obedient trot toward the assembled crowd. The leather straps of her harness shifted slightly as she slowed, the motion causing a subtle friction against her already-sensitive nipples in the chill dawn air. She took another deep, controlled breath through her nose, calming herself.
“Ah, you finally decided to join us,” Gorlm called out in a sarcastic tone. He stood near Gibra, his arms crossed over his chest. “Now that Gorlina is here, let’s begin.”
Gorlina pouted and shook her head.
Gabby’s neural array had told her that the goblins were able to emit and hear sounds way past human capabilities. She could hear and perfectly follow goblin speech. But she knew, none of the other pony girls could hear, let alone understand, most of what was said in goblin tongue. Human ears didn’t have that capability.
“Gibra,” Gorlm exclaimed in his usual pompous tone “let me introduce you to the group as many of them could not join us during dinner yesterday.” He gestured towards an older goblin female. “This is Goree. She is the best leash mistress you can find in this region.” Goree puffed out her chest with pride and gave a curt nod. Pointing to a sleek-looking goblin, he continued, “And this is Gorkvar. He’s a slaver. He just returned with fresh captures.” He indicated the two human females standing to the side, whom Gabby had already identified as new captives. Gorlm then went on to introduce the other villagers.
“And as you all undoubtedly know by now,” he resumed, cocking his head in Gibra’s direction with a dismissive wave of his hand, “Gibra is the daughter of the famous Girtamer. Though frankly,” he added with a condescending sniff, “her father’s methods were ... unrefined. Still, I, in my infinite wisdom, have invited her to enlighten us with these ‘new’ taming techniques. Naturally, we goblins are already the best at what we do – unparalleled in our skill, of course – but one must always strive for improvement ... especially if it means a higher price for our pony girls.” He paused, surveying the group with a smug grin. “After all, business is business.”
“Thank you Chief Gorlm and welcome all,” Gibra bowed in acknowledgement. She went on to address the group “Since we have two untamed girls here, we can try the two techniques and compare the results. What do you say? However, I would first like to understand your current method of taming wild girls.”
There was some grumbling, mostly from Goree and Gorkvar. Eventually Goree spoke up.
“We have been using this technique of taming wild fillies for ages now,” Goree started. Gibra noticed other villagers nodding emphatically. Goree continued “It is simple enough. For the first few days, we deprive the fresh captives of any sensory inputs. Notice how the two wild ones are blindfolded and gagged? They also have plugs in their ears. We start their training while ensuring they are completely dependent on us for basic needs like food and water. We even control when they can relieve themselves. They quickly learn who controls their next meal. It’s really no different from breaking in a warg.” Goree finished: “Early stages? The whip teaches quickly enough.”
“I rarely, if ever, used a whip on Strawberry,” Gorlina boasted, patting Gabby’s head affectionately. “I bet no one has a finer mount than my Strawberry!” she declared proudly, always eager for any wager. An exasperated Gorlm shook his head, while Goree frowned at her statement. However, Gibra smiled warmly toward Gorlina.
“Well, that is the traditional way,” Gibra acknowledged, nodding to Goree. Facing Gorlina and pointing to a spot beside her she asked, “Why don’t you dismount from your filly and join me here?”
“No thank you, I’m fine up here,” Gorlina responded exactly as Gabby had expected. She knew her young owner rarely dismounted if she could stay on her pony girl. Gorlina was self-conscious about being shorter than others and enjoyed the height advantage atop her pony. Especially as Gabby had noticed earlier, her owner’s nemesis, Gorkana, in the crowd. Despite her words she guided Gabby forward towards Gibra’s side with tug of reins and a slight nudge using heel against flanks.
“I respect our tradition,” Gibra addressed villagers in a smooth but deliberate voice. “And our techniques have served us well for generations.” She paused before she leaned closer. “My father spent years observing humans ... saw how they tame horses. They do not break them.” She paused letting her words sink into their minds while shifting weight slightly so everyone would listen more closely. “He’s a strong believer in learning from others ... What is the phrase I often hear from northern tribes? ah yes... ‘Adapt or perish.’” A warm smile touched her lips, “Times are changing whether you like it or not. We must change with them if we want to thrive.”
A heated debate broke out among the gathered goblins. Gabby knew this would be a tough sell for Gibra. Despite Gorlm’s village proximity to human settlements, very few had ever ventured into human territories. Most goblins saw humans as mere animals. Daily interaction with their docile and obedient pony girls reinforced this belief. Only a select few, mostly merchants and raiders, admitted that humans possessed intelligence, ruled their own kingdoms, and kept their own domesticated animals. Even the ones that had come in contact with free humans never acknowledged this truth. They preferred to bury their heads in sand and genuinely believed humans, especially human females, were barely smarter than wargs. They steadfastly refused to acknowledge their own ponies were anything more than livestock once broken, bridled and tamed. They were simply a gift from their God solely intended to serve them.
“So what is this new technique?” Gorkvar finally spoke up as the other conversation died down.
Throughout the entire argument, Gibra noticed that Gorlm had remained silent. He hadn’t voiced his opinion either way. She was beginning to realize that his pompous, almost callous attitude was just a facade. She realized that he was a shrewd leader.
The debate faded into background noise, Gabby’s thoughts drifting elsewhere. Gibra’s father ... had it really been that long ago? On the journey to Gorsk’s village, Girtamer and Gorsk had argued just like this. Her mind snagged on Anj, that fiery young woman, was she safe? Gabby shifted her weight, the leather restraints biting into her bound wrists. She really hoped Anj was safe. So much had changed. Would Ari come here? Or reach Anj first?