Interstellar Agent Goblin's Ponygirl - Mission 1
Copyright© 2025 by Rose362436
Chapter 12
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
In Sibar:
The chariot wheels ground against the stone. The heavy timber frame vibrated through the seat and rattled the gold leaf along the edges. Zyd sat with his legs crossed. He felt the jarring impact of every stone in the road. He wished he had his personal Grav-Sled. A silent glide above the dirt would be much more suited to his station. Ames sat opposite him. His eyes remained fixed on the passing crowds. He absently toyed with the golden nipple ring adorning the naked woman’s breast who was awkwardly kneeling at his feet. Sera let out a soft whimper.
The streets of Sibar had grown orderly and subdued. When he first came to this planet, the market squares were a riot of movement. Women had filled the lanes in dresses of bright silk and linen. They had laughed and traded. They moved with a freedom that felt loud. Though still modest by the standards of the GC, they had possessed a certain chaotic energy.
Now, the women had been refined into shadows. They moved through the streets wrapped in heavy black shrouds. The fabric reminded him of the elegant silhouettes of his homeworld. Each kept her head down, eyes downcast. They were always accompanied by at least one man. The man would have their hand resting on their shoulder or gripping their sleeve. They were shadows passing through a world of men. It was a landscape of perfect discipline.
Two messengers trotted from opposite directions. They moved with a rhythmic and high-stepping stride. These were the pony girls he had designated to free up horses for the war.
Their bare skin caught the light as they moved. Thick leather harnesses were cinched around their bodies. Fine bridles rested on their faces. The metal bits glinted as they breathed. Small silver bells hung from the rings in their pierced nipples. They chimed a bright, rhythmic melody as their breasts bounced with every heavy stride. Their arms were pulled tight behind their backs forcing their chests forward and back arched into a submissive curve. They carried scrolls and navigated the crowded street with practiced ease.
As they passed the chariot, Zyd was hit by a wave of heavy, cloying scent of their arousal. He smiled. The pony fruit powder regimen was working beyond his expectations. It had granted tireless stamina and eliminated their womanly cycles entirely. Clothing had become unnecessary. Zyd watched a messenger pass. She was lean and muscular. She kept her eyes on the path ahead. She adjusted her pace to avoid a merchant’s cart.
A group of men stood near a stone well. They watched the pony girls pass. No one shouted. No one leered. They simply returned to their work. Pony girls running around naked had become a new norm.
“Life is good,” he murmured to himself. He turned his head to address Ames. “Have you heard from the eastern tribe yet?”
“Yes, your Majesty,” Ames watched the black-clad women disappear into an alleyway. “The reports are not favorable. They were unable to capture the Elf princess. They claim that a human woman disarmed them with ease. She even offered their pony girls freedom, though they refused and stayed with their owners. The goblins have thanked you and our God.”
“Another one?” Zyd controlled his frustration with supreme effort. There was no use killing the messenger. “Wasn’t she already taken care of earlier?” he asked in a low voice.
“This one is new,” Ames gulped. He had learnt from prior experience that lowered volume meant anger. “I was told this one is a brunette. The other one, redhead, was spotted in a northern town. As a pony girl.” A small, triumphant glint flickered in his eyes as he leaned in. He found a way to mask the recent failure with the news of a previous victory. With our God’s grace, she won’t be an issue going forward.”
“The eastern tribe is getting more and more complacent.” Zyd observed.
“Yes, your Majesty,” Ames agreed. Though Zyd had not given any direct command, he knew by now what his master was expecting. So he added, “I will dispatch two of our elite enforcers to go with the goblins again. We also need to put the fear of God into the eastern tribe. Though they profess our faith, they are a vile bunch. I hear they were hounding Lord Evergreen for three more consignments of women. That is two more than what we had originally agreed to.”
“Oh, they also reported something peculiar,” Ames added enthusiastically. He sensed Zyd’s growing impatience and pushed harder to regain his favor. “The woman we sold to the eastern tribe...” He paused for effect. One expectant look from Zyd told him that he should hurry up. “She was there in the cave too, as a pony girl! Apparently, the eastern tribe sold her to another goblin slaver. He calls her Blaze.” He again paused as if to build curiosity.
Zyd raised an eyebrow and Ames rushed on.
“The goblin party we had sent to capture the princess saw them all, Blaze, the goblin riding her, the Elf princess and the other human women along with her wargs disappear in thin air.” Ames exclaimed in one breath.
Zyd frowned. He stopped fiddling with Sera’s nipple ring. The sudden stillness spoke louder than any word. He stared at the small metal loop through her skin. The woman trembled, but her eyes remained sharp. She was no longer the proud handmaiden from House Ravenscroft. She was a pup being taught to crave the floor. Yet, even in her submissive posture, a flicker of hatred burned in her gaze.
Zyd knew that if he ever removed the shock collar from her throat, she would not hesitate to kill him. The device was the only thing keeping her from lunging at his jugular.
Cold weight settled in his gut. Mona, or Blaze as she was called now, was his superior from Musly to oversee his progress. A high-ranking agent who knew too much. He had ordered her sale to the eastern tribe to remove her from the equation. He had savored the look on her face from the shadows when she realized she was being sold. Now he wondered if he should have dealt with her in a more permanent way.
Either the eastern tribe was lying to placate him, or they had witnessed localized teleportation. He had spent months trying to enter goblin God’s kingdom with every advanced technology he possessed. Every attempt to use the legendary paths deposited him right back where he started.
Once, he’d dismissed the tales of a divine realm as myth. Now, he feared that the stories were true. The legends said only goblins could enter, unless their God decreed otherwise. What kind of entity wielded such power? Alien? Another advanced technology? None of it mattered. His own God had written his destiny to rule this entire planet.
The other woman had to be a GC agent. If she and Mona joined forces, his hold on Sibar would swing into direct danger. He buried a groan and kept his face a mask of divine indifference. Ames must not see the crack. Zyd reached out and gripped Sera’s chin, forcing her head up. He needed to feel in control.
Ari, Gorsk, Aubree and Blaze
The world snapped into place with a sickening lurch. Aubree stumbled forward out of nothingness. She felt a hollow, nauseating sensation that left her gasping. The air tasted of ozone and sharp copper. As the pressure in her ears snapped back to normal, she gripped her tattered silks, trying to right herself while covering her nakedness. Her eyes darted around the sudden clearing with a wild, uncomprehending terror that made her chest heave. The damp cave was gone, replaced with the biting chill of a forest at dusk.
Beside her, Blaze let out a low, horse-like snort through her nose. The pony girl’s trained eyes were narrowed in astonishment. To her, the ripple in space was a known phenomenon, but she had not expected it on this planet. It was like finding a piece of advanced machinery in a stone age cave. She balanced herself, her muscles coiled and ready, waiting for her rider’s command.
Ari stood several paces ahead, her body already taut with professional alertness. Her two wargs, however, were not as composed. The ferocious beasts let out low, guttural whines, their hackles rising as they paced in small, agitated circles around her. One of them snapped its jaws at the empty air, sensing the lingering distortion of the jump. Ari reached down to stroke the thick fur behind their ears.
“Easy,” she murmured, her voice a low, steadying anchor against their frantic energy. “It’s alright. It’s over.”
“Where are we?” Aubree gasped, her voice cracking. She struggled to adjust the unfamiliar leather harness that now crisscrossed her front. The straps dug into her skin beneath her breasts and pulled tight behind her neck. As she shifted, the strap running between her legs pulled taut, dragging against her swollen nub. An involuntary traitorous gasp escaped her lips as heat raced up to her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pulsing ache. Despite the harness, her breasts remained largely exposed, barely veiled by the shredded remains of her silks. She instinctively pressed her free hands against her chest and between her thighs.
“The cave ... where is the cave? What is happening?” she asked, her eyes darting frantically.
Blaze didn’t wait for anyone to answer. She shifted beneath Gorsk, her hips swaying with an impatient, restless energy. Her nostrils flaring, she tossed her head. The silver bells jingling on her nipple rings announced her intent. She leaned into the direction of the path ahead, eager to leave the unsettling emptiness behind.
Gorsk didn’t even break his stride. He sat deep in Blaze’s saddle, his legs steady against her flanks as if he had been born in the seat. He reached down to pat the mare’s mane, his fingers smoothing the frost-blonde locks. He spoke in low, soothing tones, wrongly assuming her tension was mere spooked instinct.
“Patience pet, patience,” Gorsk said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the saddle. “Our God provides many ways to travel.” Gorsk offered a small, grim smirk answering Aubree. “You just have to know which doors are unlocked. We just cut down many days of travel time.”
“I am surprised you know about these paths,” Gorsk whispered to Ari.
Ari didn’t respond. She simply watched the tree-line, her mind still settling from the jump. Gabby’s terminology was more accurate. These weren’t paths, they were gates. She had already catalogued dozens of them, adding to the list Gabby had started. To her dismay the gate leading to goblin God’s city obstinately remained beyond her reach. Yet, she had seen goblins, either walking or riding their mounts, use it. She sighed.
“We need to move fast,” she told Gorsk. She gestured to them to start going.
“Let’s go, Wintergrace,” Gorsk called out to Aubree. His voice was blunt but not unkind. “We need a day to reach the camp. It would be safer for you if we reach before the sun sets.”
Aubree bristled at her new name. She had only accepted it because the other names he had suggested were far more insulting. She turned her head toward the goblin with a deep frown. Her eyes drifted to the leather harness biting into Blaze’s bare skin. The sight made her own chafing skin ache in sympathy. Then she looked up at Gorsk. He sat high and steady atop his mount like a king perched upon his beast. “Would this be how I would appear to others?” she trembled at the thought.
Gorsk ignored her frown and simply nudged Blaze with his heels. She trotted forward, the silver bells on her nipple rings chiming softly. Aubree followed close behind. Ari brought up the rear with her two wargs padding quietly in the shadows.
The path wound through dense forest, thick with ancient trees whose old roots jutted out of the soft soil. They stayed parallel to a well-worn trail, using the towering trees as cover. They had to avoid the thorny bushes snagging at their clothes and poisonous vines that formed the canopy. Small furry creatures and rodents rustled in the undergrowth. Birds chirped from the branches above, signaling the start of a new day.
Aubree quickened her pace to keep up with Blaze. She was struggling with an intrusive sensation that had plagued her since they left the cave. The leather straps of her harness running between her legs featured metal studs. These studs pressed relentlessly against her nether region with every step. Each movement sent unwanted jolts of pleasure through her core. The only good thing about the harness was the support it provided to her bouncing breasts.
Even in the biting morning air, Aubree felt strangely warm. She caught up to Blaze and looked at Gorsk with a puzzled expression.
“Why am I not cold?” she asked. “It’s chilling out here.”
“Our God gifted us the pony fruit,” Gorsk answered with a knowing smile. He looked back at her from his high perch. “It keeps the blood moving and our pony girls ready. A pony girl who cannot carry us in any weather is of not much use to us.”
Blaze snorted, shaking her head as if saying “yeah, sure. Your god’s gift!”
Aubree felt a flush creep up her neck. Trying to avoid a root, she raised her steps higher. This seemed to lessen the friction against her skin. She noticed Blaze had adopted the same gait while trotting. She continued to mimic Blaze, raising each knee higher, thus reducing the biting pressure of the metal.
Gorsk watched her with amusement. He saw her adjusting her stride to match his mount. She was already walking like a pony girl without a single command. Her first lesson had already begun.
“Good girl,” Gorsk said approvingly.
“I am not your pony girl,” Aubree snapped through clenched teeth.
“Of course not,” Gorsk corrected smoothly. Then muttered under his breath “Not yet...” He said aloud “But walking properly like a pony girl is half the battle.”
Aubree’s stomach tightened. Something clicked into place. The harness. The enforced posture. The way he praised her when she moved like Blaze. This wasn’t random. It was a system. He was training her, step by step, and she had been too distracted by humiliation to notice.
“Princess Aubree is trying her best,” Ari offered from the rear.
“She is Wintergrace,” Gorsk snapped. “She is not a princess here. She is not Aubree. She is Wintergrace.”
“Why must you insist on that name?” Aubree asked in exasperation. Her face burnt in embarrassment. She whispered “There is no one else around to see us.”
“Because habits are hard to break,” Gorsk replied firmly. “If you do not practice the role now, you will slip up when we reach the camp. A pony girl who forgets her place puts her owner in a dangerous predicament.”
Ari remained quiet after that. Her thoughts were a tangled knot of conflicting desires. A heavy ache pulsed between her legs but she kept her breathing steady. The sensation had nothing to do with the fruit or forced conditioning. She hadn’t imbibed the cursed fruit in days. She imagined how it would feel to be so thoroughly controlled, every sensation dictated by another’s will.
The memory of power she had demonstrated in the cave felt distant now, replaced by a nagging need to experience complete surrender. It was a quiet hunger she had carried inside herself for years. She cleared her throat to push past the distraction.
“What’s the plan once we reach the camp?” she asked Gorsk, keeping her voice level.
“Well, as we discussed earlier, we could use your expertise.” Gorsk stated, patting Blaze’s neck. “War is coming and we all here have a common enemy. I want you to walk through our training grounds with me and offer guidance.”
They stopped at noon to rest under a massive tree beside a shallow stream. Aubree felt a wave of exhaustion hit her. While Blaze and Ari remained energetic, Aubree leaned against the rough bark of an oak. Her breath came in ragged, shallow pulls. Gorsk guided Blaze toward a nearby thicket.
“Mark territory,” he commanded, patting her flank.
Blaze obeyed on instinct. She bent at the knees and spread her legs, half squatting while Gorsk remained firmly in the saddle. Noticing her audience, a crimson flush crept up her cheeks as she relieved herself.
Aubree watched from behind a cluster of thick bushes. The sight made her stomach churn. She squatted awkwardly but found the straps between her legs were too snug. Fumbling with her fingers, she tugged at the leather straps but couldn’t loosen them. They were designed for goblin hands. Trembling with frustration and shame, she stood there, waiting for Gorsk.
Gorsk returned atop Blaze and spotted Aubree but ignored her.
“Kneel,” he ordered tapping Blaze’s flank with a worn leather switch.
Blaze obeyed instantly without any hesitation. She shifted her weight and lowered one knee to the dirt. She leaned forward slightly, making it easier for her owner to dismount. Gorsk took a damp rag and began to clean her. A soft, involuntary moan escaped the pony girl’s lips.
“P-please help,” Aubree stammered. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment. “I need to ... relieve myself.”
“Wait,” Gorsk replied. He didn’t even look up from his work. “The needs of my pony girl come first.”
Aubree saw Blaze roll her eyes at the statement. The defiance was subtle, but it was there.
Gorsk reached up to unbuckle the leather straps at Blaze’s jaw. He loosened the silver bit. Reaching into his pouch he pulled out dried fruits and held them in his palm. Blaze dipped her face forward with eager anticipation. She expertly maneuvered her lips to catch the food around the metal bit. Once she had licked his palm clean, she looked up at him with puppy eyes as if asking “more please?”. Gorsk merely smiled warmly and shook his head. He then refastened the bit in place.
Finally, Gorsk walked around the bush toward Aubree. Without a word, he loosened the lower strap of Aubree’s harness just enough to create necessary space. He kept his hands on the leather while she squatted.
“Give me some privacy,” she snapped through clenched teeth.
“No,” Gorsk insisted. His voice was calm and brooking no argument. “You need to get used to being tended to. There will be hundreds of eyes in the camp,” he smirked. “Now, mark territory!”.
Aubree felt his eyes tracking her every movement as she performed the most basic bodily function. Tears of humiliation pricked at the corners of her eyes. She finished quickly and tried to refasten the harness herself. As before she could not.
“Hold still,” Gorsk said firmly, taking her hands away.
He wiped her clean with the same damp rag he had used for Blaze. The coolness of the cloth against her heated skin felt both refreshing and degrading. He refastened the buckles with efficient, practiced movements. Aubree stared at the ground and wished the earth would simply swallow her whole. He had treated her no differently than his pony girl.
The realization from the trail sharpened into something colder. He wasn’t just humiliating her for sport. Every ritual, every command, every small degradation was deliberate. Mark territory. Wait your turn. The needs of my pony girl come first. He was layering the conditioning and teaching her to accept each new violation by making the previous one feel normal. She saw it now, but that realization didn’t change a thing.
After recovering from the humiliating incident, Aubree approached Ari. She was sitting on a stone dipping her bare feet in the shallow water under the cloudy sky. Aubree hesitated when she noticed two wargs nearby. One of them emitted a low growl as she approached Ari.
Ari had watched the entire exchange. She was transported back to the inn in Sunning. Gabby’s voice echoed in her head. Can you please say ‘mark territory’ in a more commanding voice? She came out of her reverie hearing her warg growl. She shushed the warg with a gentle command and offered Aubree space beside her.
“Why do you not have to act like this?” Aubree asked, after settling down beside Ari. “Why are you not treated as a pony girl?”
“She can take care of herself,” Gorsk answered on Ari’s behalf from afar. He gestured toward the two wargs stretched languidly near Ari. “Can you do the same? I have seen how you watch those beasts with fear. To Ari, they are nothing more than pets.”
He paused. His eyes shifted to Ari and he winked.
“Ari, if you ever decide otherwise, I would be happy to help. You would make an exceptional pony girl.” He let the compliment sit for a half-breath, then his grin widened. “I would call you Bluebell.”
Ari ignored him and offered some of her dried ration to Aubree.
“Aubree,” Ari paused. She grimaced. “I meant Wintergrace. Sorry, trying to get into the habit.” The goblin name tasted wrong in her mouth.
Aubree accepted the food but didn’t eat. She turned the dried meat over in her fingers.
“How did you end up here?” Ari asked, gesturing around at the forest.
Aubree sighed. The story came in fragments, each one delivered with the careful flatness of someone reciting facts about someone else’s life. Their society did not accept unwed mothers. Even princesses were not immune. The scandal would have stained the throne itself. The Sibar diplomat had been charming, attentive, and utterly false. She realized she was carrying his child just as his true purpose became clear. She fled for the sake of her family.
Ari listened with full attention. She said nothing. There was nothing to say.
Aubree continued. Weeks of running, hiding, starving. Eating whatever fruit she could find. The miscarriage. Constantly in fear of capture. Always the forest closing in.
“So why the goblin forest?” Ari asked. “There are safer directions.”
“I wasn’t thinking clearly.” Aubree’s jaw tightened. “I should have turned east. There were enough people in Eldamar who would have helped. Now...” She trailed off. Her shoulders shook once, then stilled. When she spoke again, the royal bearing had returned even in tattered silk that barely covered her. Her spine straightened, chin upturned.
“Now my only goal is to reach Eldamar. But I cannot let anyone from home see me like this.”
Ari brushed off the crumbs and gently patted her naked back. The gesture felt hollow.
Aubree straightened. She was quiet for a long moment. She took a few bites. Then cleared her throat trying to hide her discomfort.
“I wore this,” She tugged at the leather strap across her chest, her voice bitter “because of what I have learnt since.” She met Ari’s eyes. “Zyd sent that diplomat to Eldamar deliberately. I wasn’t a fool who fell in love. I was the target.”
Her voice cracked on the last word. She steadied herself with visible effort.
“Now it makes sense. Why his operatives herded me into this forest. Why every path I tried led deeper, not out. I thought I was running. I was being herded.”
Ari went still. Not at the revelation, she had suspected as much the moment she heard the diplomat was from Sibar. What tightened her throat was the name Zyd. It landed like a fist in her chest. Zyd. She was sure it was the same person she had bested previously.
Her fist clenched against her thigh. The SNAG suit tightened imperceptibly around her knuckles. She forced her breathing to remain steady.
“I’m not surprised”, she thought. “I should be. But I’m not.”
“As I said in the cave,” Ari spoke softly, “you are free. You don’t have to—”
“I know what you told me.” Aubree cut her off. A wry smile crossed her face. This was the first one Ari had seen. “And I’m telling you what I’ve decided. Gorsk told me free women cannot enter any goblin village. Blaze explained what my options are and what I’m getting into.” She paused. “You need the goblins. If you march in with a free woman at your side, you challenge everything they believe in. You should be fine as you are the ‘Chosen One’, but I won’t be.”
Ari stared at her. The princess had been listening in the cave. More than listening, she had been thinking.
“You promised to get me back to Eldamar,” Aubree continued. “I cannot claim to be the best judge of characters, but I trust you. So I will wear the harness. Not because Gorsk demands it. Partly because I now know it would be extremely difficult to survive the forest otherwise. But mostly because I want to help you succeed.”
She held Ari’s stunned gaze.
“Promise me one more thing. When this is over, I want to be there when you deal with Zyd and his men.”
“You know what that means,” Ari said carefully.
“I know.” Aubree’s expression didn’t waver. “I will have to be fully tacked.”
The words hung between them. Ari opened her mouth to argue. To offer some alternative, some compromise. She found nothing. Aubree had reasoned through every angle. She had weighed her dignity against Ari’s mission and made her choice.
The silence stretched. One of the wargs shifted behind Ari, its heavy body settling against the earth with a contented sigh.
Ari looked at Aubree. The harness crossed her chest just above her breasts, pulling the tattered silk flat against her skin. The buckles sat at her shoulders, glinting dully. It was a simple thing. Leather and metal. Nothing more.
And yet.
Her own shoulders twitched, phantom leather biting into the muscle. For one ragged breath she was the one wearing the bit, the bells, the saddle. Small goblin legs tapping on her bare breasts.
Then Shadow yawned behind them. Aubree shifted her weight.
Ari snapped back to now. The fantasy lasted two heartbeats. Maybe three. Long enough for warmth to pool between her legs. Long enough for her nipples to tighten dangerously against her suit.
This is about her, Ari told herself. Not you. This is her choice. Her sacrifice. Respect it.
She swallowed. Her fantasy retreated to its dark corner, down but not out.
“You’ll be there when I deal with Zyd,” Ari said quietly. “I promise.” The words felt heavier than they should have.
“There is something else,” Aubree whispered. She hesitated. Her fingers pressed against the leather straps between her legs, searching for space that wasn’t there.
Ari’s stomach tightened. She’d seen that look before.
“I am in a constant state of ... arousal.” Aubree’s cheeks flushed. The royal bearing faltered. “I tried ... you know. Blaze told me in the cave that I cannot find relief. Not without goblin help.” Her eyes searched Ari’s face. The blush climbed from her neck to her ears. “Can you ... I mean, do you know a cure?”
“I know about the pony fruit,” Ari replied gently. “Unfortunately, I do not have a cure. At least not yet.”
Aubree’s shoulders sagged. Ari’s chest tightened at the sight. The princess looked so young, so tired. So far from the throne she had been born to.
“But at our next stop,” Ari added carefully, “I will make sure you get your ... relief.”
She meant it. She knew the mechanism. In the inn in Sunning, she had helped her friend. She still recalled the command Strawberry, cum. Now. She could do the same for Aubree.
A sudden splashing sound drew their attention toward the water’s edge. They were startled to see Blaze balancing herself precariously on a mossy rock at the stream’s edge. The pony girl was bent forward, lowering her face to drink, while Gorsk remained seated in his saddle. He leaned forward slightly to adjust the weight. Aubree’s hand flew to her mouth. The sight was mesmerizing and deeply unsettling. One misstep would send them both into shallow water. Neither rider nor mount seemed to care.
“Good girl,” Gorsk murmured as Blaze rose. Sunlight traced the defined lines of her shoulders and back as she shook droplets from her frost blonde hair.
Ari watched the entire scene with a clinical eye. A tiny creature controlling this magnificent beauty. It must require immense mental and physical conditioning to achieve such a feat. The GC agent in her marveled at the efficiency of goblin domestication. They had successfully turned human biology into a tool for absolute compliance.
Her throat tightened. She forced her gaze away, but the heat between her legs didn’t care. Not so long ago, she had imagined the exact scene for herself. She had imagined the weight of a rider as she drank. With supreme effort, she pushed back her dark fantasies.
Gorsk seemed to sense her attention. He looked up suddenly. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent.
“I can smell three fillies in heat,” he announced. He fixed a knowing smirk on Ari.
Ari’s cheeks burned instantly, but she didn’t deny his observation. Blaze let out a soft snort through her bit. Aubree stared at Ari in stunned silence.
“You are ... affected too?” Aubree asked in astonishment.
“Don’t listen to him,” Ari snapped, though her voice lacked any real conviction. She stood up abruptly and turned her back to the group.
Gorsk chuckled and guided his pony girl closer to them.
“My offer still stands, Bluebell” he remarked loudly. “With your physique and your stamina, you would make an excellent pony girl.” He gestured toward Ari’s chest where her suit strained against her ample curves. “But with those large udders, you would be more suited as a cow. Any goblin owner would envy such a prize. You possess the best of both worlds.”