Interstellar Agent Goblin's Ponygirl - Mission 1
Copyright© 2025 by Rose362436
Chapter 10
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 10 - 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
Gabby still felt self conscious of her nakedness, even after being a pony girl for so long. Their small party had been traveling for weeks. She was mentally exhausted as they approached the town gates. Even with her nanobot augmented body, she felt tired. The constant throbbing in her loins was not helping either. She envied her owner and his daughter who sat in the cart that she was pulling. She slowed down and stopped at the gates guided by a tug on her reins. ’It was so much more fun being ridden with a saddle on her back instead of pulling a cart,’ she thought to herself.
“Halt!” the burly human guard at the gate ordered. He only spared a glance at Gabby before walking back to the cart. “State your name and purpose of entering the town” the guard asked Gorlm.
’See, even that young man ignored you,’ her inner voice declared. ’He should have shown some interest in a beautiful woman parading in all her naked glory in front of him. But he just ignored you. Even he knows you are nothing more than a tamed beast for the goblins.’
’Just shut up!’ she pleaded to her inner voice. ’I have no interest in him.’
’Really,’ her inner voice challenged. ’Then why are you squirming like an animal in a rut? Why is your face all red? You are soaking wet Gabby. You really are a humiliation slut!’ her inner voice declared.
Fending off her inner voice, Gabby missed the exchange between the guards and Gorlm. She was startled when the guard bent in front of her. She fidgeted. The guard patted her thighs as if soothing an anxious horse. Electricity coursed through her. Her breath hitched as the guard’s callous finger grazed over her exposed mound. Her body shook in anticipation when his finger lingered over her opening, barely touching it. She shamelessly thrust herself forward as much as her bindings allowed her to. The guard chuckled. He abruptly pulled back and stood. Gabby let out a frustrated groan around her bit.
“You may proceed,” he condescendingly announced. “Make sure to register your mount. There have been a few incidents of stolen horses in town lately.”
Gorlm thanked the guards as they opened the gates. He tapped the reins lightly against Gabby’s neck. Her legs still a bit wobbly, she started trotting into the town.
“How could you allow that guard to touch my Strawberry?” Gorlina huffed, glaring at her father.
“Uh,” Gorlm sighed, his frustration clear. “I keep forgetting this is your first time in a human town. Remember, these humans are not like us Goblins. They are crude, barely above the beasts of the wild. Don’t let their grand houses or polished clothes fool you. Beneath it all, they are nothing more than animals. They are ruled by their desires,” he said with a knowing look.
“Yes,” Gorlina exclaimed, her voice full of youthful excitement. “That is why our god asked us to help in the most practical way. We do that by allowing their females to be our mounts. Hopefully this will make them more civilized.” She recited what she had learnt. Gorlm nodded, beaming proudly at his daughter.
’You must be very civilized,’ Gabby’s inner voice jeered.
Inside the city walls, the dirt road transformed into a cobbled avenue. Gabby pulled the cart forward at Gorlm’s gentle tug on her reins. Her senses were assaulted with scent of food, livestock and burning wood. Muffled sounds of people haggling, rhythmic creaking of cart wheels and other sounds she could not easily identify, filled her ears. ‘The market must be close by,’ she had surmised.
Gabby felt the stares as they trotted through town. Humans’ reactions varied widely. Some were indifferent while others showed open contempt.
A group of men stopped their conversation when the cart neared them. One spat near Gabby’s feet. Another man, riding a sturdy chestnut horse, briefly glanced at her before looking away entirely. A woman, carrying a pail of water, slowed to gawk openly. Her gaze lingered on Gabby’s pierced nipples. She masked her expression of pity and disgust quickly and hurried on.
Goblins’ reactions were different entirely. They would appraise Gabby briefly then go about their business.
One vendor nodded at Gorlm before his gaze flicked to Gabby. His beady eyes swept over her form appreciatively. He smiled, sizing up her condition, observing the way she pulled that cart with obvious strength.
“Fine mount you’ve got there,” he called to Gorlm. “Strong legs.”
“Ah yes,” Gorlm acknowledged. “Strawberry’s strong as an ox,” he boasted, briefly touching her flanks with the short whip as if caressing. “This is nothing, she can easily pull a cart filled with ten more goblins.”
“My Strawberry is the bestest!” Gorlina shouted over her shoulder as the cart moved on.
Gabby felt a flush crawl up her neck, not from pride but humiliation. The throbbing between her legs intensified with every step. She wanted to stop and rub herself. Better still she wanted her little owner to give her the release. She shook her head slightly against the bit, breathing heavily through her nose. She straightened up and pulled harder.
The sweet scent of the succulent pony fruit caught Gabby’s attention. A goblin vendor hurried towards them.
“For you, pretty filly?” he wheezed, holding out the fruit to Gorlm.
Gorlm ignored the vendor and flicked the reins. Gabby flinched, quickening her pace and pulled the cart faster.
“Why didn’t you buy the fruit for my Strawberry?” Gorlina frowned up at her father.
“Pony fruit is for good fillies,” Gorlm explained calmly. “Strawberry hasn’t earned hers today.” He gave the reins another sharp tug.
“No!” Gorlina almost shouted at her father. “Strawberry is the best.” Using the small whip, she almost caressed Gabby’s shoulders, “Don’t listen to him my pet, you did well. You will get a reward.” she giggled. Gabby’s ears perked up.
The street widened into a bustling square. Unlike their village structures, the buildings were much taller and made of solid stone. People, both humans and goblins were milling about. Merchants called out from their stalls, peddling cloth, food and other trinkets. At the corner, over some wooden crates, stood a man in robes shouting at the crowd.
“Only the true god can save us!” he bellowed, waving his hands towards the sky. “Repent your sins and accept the Sibar king as your true ruler. Only faith in him can deliver us!” His voice cut through the bustle. Most hurried past, ignoring him. Yet a small group, a mix of humans and goblins gathered around him. They seem to be listening to him attentively.
Gabby heard the preacher. She now knew for sure. The musly agent and the Sibar king were one and the same. She wanted to stop and talk to the man. In her present circumstances though it was not possible so she instructed her neural array to record everything. She would have to send it over to Ari. At least now she had a means of communication. They were using the mushroom network she had discovered earlier. The only drawback, it was not realtime and she had to find the places where she could tap into the network.
Gabby slowed to let three other pony girls pass. Their bridles and bound arms made them look like Gabby felt. A small goblin led the group by their nipple rings. He yanked the chain roughly and Gabby winced in sympathy. Down the street, another pony girl stood motionless beside a fabric stall. Her owner held her reins loosely around his wrist while examining the goods. Nearby, yet another pony girl strained against a cart full of clay pots. She struggled to keep it straight.
Gorlm navigated the chaos expertly with Gorlina by his side. Her eyes lit up as she spotted a stall displaying bright colored ribbons and bells.
“Look Father!, a pony girl shop.” she said, her voice excited. “Strawberry would look so pretty with those!”
“Maybe later, love” Gorlm chuckled, his gruff voice filled with fondness for his daughter. He tapped Gabby’s flank again with the handle of his short whip. It wasn’t a strike, just a gentle nudge to get her attention. “Steady now.”
Gabby obeyed automatically, her body conditioned to respond instantly to such cues. The movement caused the straps between her legs to press deeper. She stifled a moan as it scraped against sensitive tissue. The guard’s touch earlier had ignited a fire within her. She wanted to beg for relief, but the bit rendered her silent. She snorted in frustration.
They passed a livery stable. The smell of hay and animals was stronger here. Inside, the horses stomped and snorted in their stalls. A flush crept up Gabby’s neck when she realized how similar their snorts were to her own earlier. A little further she saw a farmer leading his donkey, loaded with sacks of grain.
’See that?’ her inner voice taunted. ’The donkey and those horses, they are being used just like you. Except they are not getting turned on by it. Look at you... ’
Gorlm steered them towards a narrower street. The taller buildings gave way to shorter structures. ‘We must be entering the goblin quarters,’ Gabby thought.
“Mama, look!” a human child shrieked, pointing straight at Gabby. She was standing in the bakery’s entrance.
A plump woman dashed out, flour clinging to her apron and cheeks. She yanked the child’s hand down. “Hush, girl! do not stare. If you do not obey your father, you will end up like that one,” she hissed. Her voice was low and contemptuous. She glared at Gabby as if she were some filth stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Her nose crinkled in disgust as she spat near Gabby. “Filthy beast.”
“How dare you!” Gorlina snapped at the woman, her face burning with anger.
Gorlm just sighed. He gave the reins another light tug to urge Gabby forward.
“Come on, Strawberry,” he murmured, as they moved away from the bakery. “Just a little further to the inn.”
Gabby focused on the road ahead. Her thighs burned with each step forward. The constant ache between her legs pulsed insistently.
’Filthy beast!’ her inner voice was relentless now. ’That’s what they see you as. Not a mission agent ... just property. Tamed livestock like that donkey we saw earlier. At least it is not in constant ... need. Remember how that guard casually toyed with you? For him you were nothing more than a nervous filly needing soothing. You enjoyed it, didn’t you? you thrust yourself forward like a bitch in heat.’ her inner voice jeered.
Gorlm guided their cart to a two-storey dwelling with faded wooden signs. The building creaked in the breeze as if it would fall at any time. Gorlm dismounted and went inside. A human, who appeared to be the owner of this place, was wiping down the bar with a dirty rag.
“Good day,” Gorlm said. “Do you offer registration for mounts? I need to leave mine while I conduct business.”
“We do,” the innkeeper grunted, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of hand. “Ten copper pieces per night includes feeding and watering.”
“Eight copper pieces,” Gorlm countered and the innkeeper nodded. Facing the door Gorlm yelled “Gorlina, come in and bring Strawberry with you.”
The innkeeper squinted at Gabby as she trotted in behind Gorlina. His gaze lingered on her pierced nipples before flicking to Gorlm’s face.
“Throw in two more coopers and I will wash her.” the innkeeper offered as he sniffed loudly. His nose flared “She smells! When did you wash her last?”
“Deal,” Gorlm agreed, patting Gabby’s flank absently with his whip. “She had to do her business while running.” He tossed the coins onto the counter.
Nodding, the innkeeper hastily grabbed the coins. His eyes flicked back to Gabby.
“What smell?” a confused Gorlina pouted. “My Strawberry smells nice, as usual.”
“Humans are too sensitive to their own filth,” Gorlm explained patiently to his daughter. “We are used to that smell.” He tapped Gabby’s flank again, sharper this time. “Strawberry.” Gabby sank to her knees, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment.
The innkeeper produced brass tongs and a small metal tag. Without asking, he tilted Gabby’s head so that she was facing up. Gabby flinched as the innkeeper clamped the brass tag onto her septum. The weight pulled her sensitive flesh downward, stretching it painfully. A sharp gasp escaped her mouth as pain shot through her. Heat washed over her, making her legs tremble despite the humiliation of being handled like livestock.
“Tag number seven,” the innkeeper announced. He handed Gorlm a matching brass disc. “For identification if she wanders off.”
“You know,” the innkeeper whispered, leaning closer to Gorlm. “We offer custom tags too.” He glanced meaningfully at Gabby. “Engraved with ownership details and reward information for return if lost.”
“hmm,” Gorlm said thoughtfully “that sounds useful.” He turned to his daughter who bounced in excitement.
“Please father,” she chirped, “can we get one for Strawberry?” It should say ‘Strawberry, property of Gorlm and his daughter Gorlina’!”
“Fifteen coppers for custom engraving and the brass tag,” the innkeeper informed eagerly, rubbing his hands together.
“Make it twelve and you have a deal,” Gorlm haggled. The innkeeper agreed. “And make sure it’s sturdy,” Gorlm added, patting Gabby’s head like a prized cow.
The cold brass tag, resting on Gabby’s upper lips, swung with the movement. Gabby knelt, degradation burning hot as even this human stranger discussed her like livestock. Gorlina stood in front of her...
“Strawberry, you look so pretty!” Gorlina exclaimed gleefully. Noticing her pet’s face, she lifted the tag and whispered “does it hurt?” Without waiting for Gabby’s reply she turned to the innkeeper “Make sure you apply some salve. I do not like when my Strawberry is in pain.”
“Diedra,” the innkeeper called out. A freckled stable girl walked in, smelling of hay. He handed Gabby’s reins to her “wash and feed her. Then let her rest in the corrals.” Diedra nodded. He added hastily, “Also apply the usual ointment to its nose.”
“Follow me, filly” the girl ordered, yanking on Gabby’s lead. She led Gabby through a narrow alleyway to an open corral behind the inn.
“Let’s go,” Gorlm told his daughter. “They must be waiting for us.”
Gorlm and Gorlina meet other goblins
The inn’s meeting room was already full when Gorlm entered with his daughter behind him.
Goblins chiefs from different tribes sat around a large wooden table. They stopped their discussions and looked at the new arrivals. Gorlm apologized sheepishly for their tardiness.
Gorlm’s advisors were already there, huddled in one corner. Gorlm walked towards them. He and Gorlina took the two empty seats at the table. Gorlm saw the high priest of their God staring out of the window.
“That is our high priest,” Gorlm whispered to his daughter, cocking his head. “You remember the others, right?” Gorlina nodded.
“Most of you know each other,” the high priest said, not bothering to face them. “But there are some new faces. Let’s introduce ourselves.”
The introductions wrapped quickly. Gorlina learned that the older goblin woman sitting across from her was named Girmukhi, leader of the breakaway faction of the western tribe. Gorlina wondered why a splinter group was representing the tribe at this meeting. Besides Girmukhi sat Goronski, the chieftain of the eastern tribe, with her second-in-command, Gornskar, on her right. To Gorlina’s left, facing Goronski, sat Girzonga, representing the southern tribe along with her advisor, whose name Gorlina did not catch.
“The news is not good,” the high priest began, cutting straight to the point. He turned to face the assembled goblin leaders, then inclined his head to Girmukhi. “You may be wondering why Girmukhi is here instead of Girtar. The rumors you may have heard are true. Girtar has abandoned our faith. He has come under the influence of the new Sibar ruler.” He paused, letting the gravity of the news sink in. “Girmukhi, please share the details.” He nodded towards her.
“Well,” Girmukhi began once the murmurs had died down, “it all started a few seasons ago when the usurper took control of Sibar. He claims to be his god’s messenger and seems to have divine powers. He is ruthless and wields strange weapons. He offered our tribe unfettered access to his powers if we surrendered to his god. Girtar, the fool he is, accepted his offer. SSince then, he’s been attacking the villages that refused to join him, those that remain loyal to our Goblin god.” Girmukhi exhaled slowly.
The room erupted in outrage, a chorus of voices. Gorlina noticed how each leader was reacting differently to the news. She also realized her father was calm and had not said anything.
“Girtar is a traitor!” Goronski snarled, slamming his fist on the table. “He should be strung up by his heels like a common criminal. Or better yet, we should let our mounts trample him.”
“This is an insult,” Girzonga growled from across the table. “We will not kneel before this usurper. We should march immediately!”
“I don’t know,” Girmukhi said, her voice filled with concern. “Reliable sources have informed us about the deadly weapons they possess. Are we sure we’re ready for this? What if it’s a trap? We can’t afford to lose more villages.”
“Ready or not,” Gornskar chuckled darkly, “they will be coming for us. Better to strike first. We are not weak.”
A few heads nodded but Girmukhi was glaring at Gornskar.
“Don’t be so eager to spill blood,” she retorted, “the consequences will be grave.” Taking a pause she continued “Also, this false prophet’s teachings go against our beliefs. He is preaching that women need to be subservient to men. Girtar loved the plan and was sidelining the females of our tribe.”
The room fell silent. Gorlina glanced across the table. The female leaders were fuming. The males were stupefied, shaking their heads.
Goronski crossed her arms over her chest. She leaned forward, her lips curling in disgust.
“This is crazy,” she spat, “Subservient to men? Who in their right mind would believe such nonsense?”
“Ridiculous!” Gornskar gave a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Humans and their dumb ideas. How does it matter if it is a man or woman? Whoever is best for the job should be in charge of it.”
“The prophet and his false god,” Gorlm called out with narrowed eyes “they are trying to divide us. We are goblins. We do not need weak human customs. We choose the best warriors, the best leaders. Look around,” he waved his hands around the table “three of the four tribe leaders are females. They are the best to represent the tribe.” He looked proudly at his daughter, “One day, Gorlina will represent our northern tribe. Not because she is female or my daughter, but because she will have the leadership skills and experience.”
“No wonder our god asked us to use their females as our mounts.” someone in the background sneered.
Gorlina’s chest swelled with pride. She could feel the warmth of her father’s gaze on her. When the time came, she would be ready. She would prove herself capable. She wondered if human females were indeed inferior to human males. She shook her head when Strawberry’s image flashed in her mind. No way, her beloved Strawberry was not just stronger but intelligent than any other human - male or female. She was certain of that.
As they were about to leave, a goblin stopped them.
“Wise and mighty ones,” he called out his eyes darting nervously “some of you may know, I represent our southeastern tribe. Have you heard tales of ‘the chosen one’?”
A hush fell over the group. All eyes fixed on the chieftain.
“We’ve received reports,” he continued quickly, “of a free wild filly. She’s been causing trouble for our slavers. We lost five pony girls to her three moons ago.”
The room erupted in murmurs and hushed conversations.
“Hmmm,” another goblin said, “I am from the northwestern tribe. My sister is our chief slaver. She too lost three pony girls two moons back. She too mentioned a smaller human female.” His eyes were fixed on the high priest.
“How can this person move between our forests in a day? That is not possible. Do you think...” another goblin tentatively addressed the high priest, “there is some truth to these human tales of ‘the chosen one’? Could she be sent by their gods or perhaps that usurper?”
“Nonsense!” Girmukhi snorted. She shook her head emphatically. “The false prophet of Sibar has been selling off their incarcerated human females to Girtar. No way he would be colluding with the so-called ‘chosen one’.”
“I agree with Girmukhi here,” the northwestern tribe representative chimed in. “my sister got a sense that this wild filly does not acknowledge herself to be divine.”
Gorlina’s hand shot up, and everyone turned to look at the young goblin.
“That will be an issue,” she said “if this human is impeding our pony girl supply while Girtar has easy access to new ones. We would soon have a shortage of mounts.”
Gorlm couldn’t help but feel pride for his daughter. She had indeed hit the nail on the head. He had been having nagging suspicions about this ‘chosen one’ himself. But how could it be Strawberry? She was always with either him or Gorlina or secured in stables. He shook off his doubts. It couldn’t possibly be her.
The high priest let the discussions continue for a while. When he thought enough time had passed, he raised his hand. All eyes were on the high priest now.
“Our god does not discriminate. Even when resting, our God has seen Girtar’s treachery,” the high priest began solemnly. “We do not need to worry about the so-called ‘chosen one’. Our god will continue to provide us with bountiful pony girls. You need to prepare for war. All tribes must gather their forces. The time to hesitate is over. We will not allow this usurper to stand against us.”
Heads nodded in agreement, though Gorlina noticed some leaders exchanging uneasy glances.
“But ... What about the festival?” Gorlina inquired in a quiet voice. She was not sure if it was the right time but she had asked anyway. She was worried, someone might chastise her. Fortunately, the high priest smiled at her.
“It will happen as scheduled.” the high priest replied in a confident tone. “The races, the events ... they are part of the awakening festival, after all. Our god will rise, as always, when the time is right. There is no need to fear. Everyone should send their best participants for the races. Let them show the strength of our people.” He paused and added “This year we have invited the Orcs to join our races.” He paused as he looked around the room, making sure each of the leaders understood.
“Now,” he said, his tone returning to calm authority, “return to your tribes and prepare your troops for war. Get your mounts ready for the races. Remember, the winner will receive a special gift from our god.” He continued in a stern voice “Do not doubt the power of our god. Though our god sleeps now, our god shall deal with those who oppose us. We will emerge victorious, as we always do.”
Relief and comfort filled the room. It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted. Some even managed to smile.
“For our god, we fight!” Goronski bellowed and others joined in.
Gorlina smiled to herself. She was sure Strawberry would win the races for her. She joined her father out of the room.
“We should enter Strawberry in all the races!” Gorlina piped up, her voice full of excitement.
“We shall see,” Gorlm replied, his tone noncommittal.
Gabby in corral
Gabby shook her head, like a dog after being bathed. Water droplets flew off in all directions. Her red hair was still soaked and clung to her bare flesh. Not for the first time she compared her experience in Sunning to here. Compared to this place, Sunning Stables were a paradise.
The stable hand had not bothered to dry Gabby after she was washed. At least she did not stink anymore. To her credit, Diedra had applied ointment to her sore septum with surprisingly gentle hands. It dulled the pain. Before leaving, Diedra had attached Gabby’s tether to a long communal line. She had not bothered to remove Gabby’s tack or her tail.
Gabby could only go about twenty or thirty paces in either direction. She had attempted to talk to the young stable hand but was met with a swift strike on her rump and an admonishment that she did not talk to filthy animals like her.
The air had a faint odor of animal and human waste, and something musky. Her eyes widened as she spotted wooden phallus-like things protruding from jutting from the ground at regular intervals. Two pony girls were already rutting against them, their hips pumping rhythmically in concentration. One of the pony girl’s head was thrown back with a cry of frustration.
Gabby’s own body screamed for release. She glanced at the unoccupied phalluses and quickly looked away. Her face flushed hot as she felt her inner voice stir.
’Look at you,’ her inner voice taunted. ’Hosed down like livestock earlier. Now you are going to put on a show for strangers, aren’t you?’
Gabby’s thoughts were frantic. She had so far ignored the mocking voice but this time could not resist replying.
’No,’ she thought back. ’I have more important things to do. Besides, Gorlina has promised a reward... ‘
She trailed off, biting her lip. Just then one of the humping pony girls gave out a groan of frustration.
Gabby took in her surroundings. A few pony girls were milling about within limits of their tethers. She noticed three guard dogs patrolling outside the fenced corral. Their brown eyes sharp, ears pricked for any hint of trouble.
Not far away sat a small trough filled with gray gruel next to horses’ hay pile. Several pony girls were already dipping heads into it. The horses nibbled on the grass in another corner. It seemed the horses and their human counterparts had quietly claimed their own sections of the corral. Between the two sections was a larger trough filled with water. The innkeeper did not feel the need to have separate water troughs for the two species.
Gabby’s searching gaze finally found what she was looking for. A small patch of mushrooms grew in the corner where the horses section met the fence. She started toward them but stumbled as tether grew taut.
She looked up at the communal line her leash was tied to. Calculating, she contorted her body awkwardly until she could just barely reach the mushrooms with one outstretched bare foot. Her neural array hummed faintly as it connected to the underground network through the delicate mushroom stalks.
Gabby’s heart sank. The transfer speed was painfully slow. She would have to wait.
Gabby heard the heavy thudding of approaching footsteps. She stiffened when she saw a giantess staring down at her. The woman too was in pony tack. She towered over other pony girls who were already taller than Gabby. The woman’s muscles rippled beneath smooth skin. Her breasts were huge but proportionate for her size. She reeked of the same musky odor that was oh so familiar to Gabby.
“I’m Thunder ... urm ... Philippa” the Amazonian woman introduced herself with a surprisingly shy smile. Her voice was deep yet somehow gentle as she knelt beside Gabby to be at eye level.
Gabby’s neural array took a few seconds to adjust to the unfamiliar accent though spoken in common. She noticed that Thunder or Philippa was favoring her left leg over her right one.
“oh,” Gabby greeted, “should I call you Thunder or Philippa. I am Strawberry.”
“Thunder, I guess.” she answered, her eyes darted around furtively. “On second thought, please call me Philippa when goblins are not around. I never liked the name those bastards gave me.”
“Ok, Philippa it is.” Gabby smiled. “You seem to have hurt your left ankle. Can I help? What happened?”
After I helped Philippa, other pony girls who were looking from afar, flocked near them.
“I have heard of you,” one of them said, her voice full of hope “you are the ‘revered healer’ right? Could you help me?”
Gabby sighed. One by one, she started healing the pony girls in the corral.
While Gabby was healing and transferring data, Philippa, unprompted, narrated her own tale to the gathered pony girls.
Thunder’s story
That night, the moon was shining bright, I would say a bit too bright. It was a pleasant night. Me and my sister initiates stood around the fire, holding hands waiting for Mother of Novices to begin the ceremony.
“Tonight,” the Mother of Novices raised her hand as she began, “you take the final step. As you all know, one season ago, the goblins raided this village and kidnapped our beloved first spear. Those vile creatures are cunning and they took her by surprise. Various parties that went to find her have returned empty handed. I know she is still alive. Bring back the goblins who dared to defile your sister by laying their vile hands on her. Do that and your voices shall join the song of warriors.”