Goblin's Ponygirl - Interstellar Agents (Mission 1)
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Chapter 13: Night in war camp
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 13: Night in war camp - 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 BDSM Humiliation PonyGirl Exhibitionism Lactation Massage Petting Public Sex ENF Nudism Royalty
The torch nearest to Ari burned low. its flame sputtering with each gust of night wind. She was exhausted. Her legs felt heavy. The day had been grueling, and she wanted to just curl up and sleep. Unfortunately she still had work to do.
Her mind drifted back to her arrival at the camp earlier that day. A fleeting thought had caused her pulse to jump. Goblins, though small, were formidable predators. They had the numbers, but their greatest weakness was lack of coordination. If they had launched a synchronized swarm against her, she would have stood no chance.
She reviewed how she had managed the earlier situation. Her neural array hummed with recommendations for tactical improvements. She shook her head and wondered why the AI could not comprehend the restrictive GC rules under which she operated.
She rolled her shoulders to loosen the tension. From her elevated vantage point, the camp stretched out below in a sprawl of shadows and firelight. Goblins and their pony girls appeared like busy ants crawling around. Activating her zoom functionality, she watched. A few goblins finished their nightly tasks with their mounts. It still felt wrong to call those women mounts. For all practical purposes, however, that was exactly what they were. She sighed. This mission presented more moral challenges than any she had faced before.
As she swept her gaze, she focused on a cluster of goblins near the center. She chuckled after seeing how they were engaged in sex openly among the dirt. The lack of privacy or public decency was jarring. Her own body responded. Heat gathered between her legs. She quickly looked away, embarrassed.
“Later,” she promised, tapping on the sweet spot between her legs. She forced the arousal down into a dark corner of her mind where it could not distract her from the mission.
She walked around to retrieve two pieces of pony fruit. She tossed them in the air, juggling them. She stashed one in her pocket and ate the other. She knew she would regret this decision. But for now, the stamina boost was instantaneous. It purged all traces of fatigue in seconds. However, the side effect was a relentless, driving arousal that threatened her focus.
Her experiments were yielding critical data. Her neural array had confirmed what she had suspected. These fruits were genetically modified. The skin of the fruit contained more potent compounds than the sweet pulp inside. The antidote she had found reduced its side effects. It was not perfect, but it lessened the constant arousal and reduced how long the sensation lasted.
Ari descended from her quarters. She walked toward the private stalls connected to Gorsk’s residence.
She remembered their dinner. Gorsk seized every opportunity to address her as Bluebell. He boasted about his experience helping special wild fillies. He cited Gabby as proof of his generosity. He spoke of her luck in being properly tamed. He told her that if she truly craved the honor of his saddle, she should beg for it. Playing the role of a generous benefactor, he reminded her that very few ever received such an offer.
Ari had declined the offer despite a flicker of temptation. She shifted the conversation toward goblin society. Gorsk proved candid about his people. He described them as disorganized. One moment they charged with bloodlust. The next they broke formation to scavenge or bicker. They both agreed that a direct assault on Zyd’s army would be suicide. Zyd’s human soldiers possessed superior discipline and numbers. In an open field, the goblins and their mounts stood no chance.
They needed a different approach. Her neural array had run multiple war game simulations. Guerilla tactics seemed like the only viable path for the hastily assembled goblin warriors. It could level the playing field. The forest and surrounding terrain was in their favor. Zyd would rely on traditional pack animals like horses and even donkeys for his supplies. They were powerful but ill equipped to traverse the goblin forest. They lacked the nimbleness of goblin’s pony girls navigating the steep drops, narrow passes, and thick root systems.
Ari nearly tripped over a discarded bucket but caught her balance. The straw rustled as she approached. Blaze lifted her head immediately. Her frost-blonde hair caught the dim light. Aubree stirred a moment later and blinked against the gloom.
“It’s just me,” Ari said softly.
She crouched by the stall door. The latches were designed for small goblin fingers, so she could not easily open them without expending her suit’s nanobots. Instead, she unwrapped a cloth bundle from her lap and slid her hands between the wooden slats. The savory smell of smoked meat cut through the heavy scent of fresh hay and female desires that permeated the stall.
“I know what they feed you,” Ari said. “So I got better food for you both.”
Blaze looked at Ari and the food. Then she looked away shaking her head.
Ari had expected Blaze’s reaction. She shrugged and turned to Aubree instead.
“What about you, Aubree?”
Aubree’s stomach answered before she could. Her cheeks flushed pink as her stomach growled. She shifted in the straw, her bound arms making the movement awkward. The muscles there had been locked in place for hours now. The massage had loosened them but not freed them.
“Let me free your hands,” Ari offered. “Turn around and come closer.”
Aubree obliged. Ari struggled with the thick knots. She found her fingers clumsy and oversized compared to goblin’s sharp claws. Frustrated, she finally managed to untie Aubree’s binding with help from her nanobots. She paused a beat and decided against removing the mittens. She had promised Gorsk and did not want to renege on that so soon.
Aubree turned around, stretching her sore muscles. She pouted, dangling the mittens in front of Ari with a hopeful expression.
Ari ignored the unasked request. She tore a piece of bread and offered it to Aubree. Aubree tried to grasp it with both mittens but it fell in the dirt.
“I guess you have to either remove these or feed me,” Aubree said.
“Sorry, I promised Gorsk,” Ari said, holding another piece of bread to Aubree’s lips.
Blaze let out a huff.
The elf princess hesitated only a heartbeat. Then she parted her lips and accepted the bread. She chewed slowly, her eyes closed, savoring the flavors. When she swallowed, her voice came out thick.
“It’s good.”
Ari offered strips of dried meat and pieces of cheese until the bundle was empty. She leaned back against the stall post. The night had grown colder, but Aubree and Blaze seemed strangely refreshed. Their skin glowed with health in the torchlight.
“How are you holding up?” Ari asked finally.
Aubree stared down at her naked form. At the fading red marks the leather harness had left on her skin. At the straw clinging to her damp thighs. She let out a breath that was almost a laugh.
“I have felt extremes today that I did not know existed,” she said. “On one hand, the degradation. Being led through the forest like a beast. Being hobbled and bridled. The way they look at you. The way they ignore you, as if you are not even a person worth seeing.”
She paused. Her hands clenched and unclenched. Her harness stretched with her.
“To top it all off,” she continued, her voice trembling with the memory. “After they made me eat from a bowl like a dog and lap water the same way, they arranged us in a line.” She paused, her cheeks flushed. “They made us relieve ourselves on command.” The color in her cheeks deepened, reaching her ears.
“I have never felt so exposed. So utterly without dignity. They said the words and my body simply obeyed. I had no control. It was as if my body did not belong to me anymore.”
She took a shaky breath. The night air cooled the sweat on her skin.
“If that was horrifying to you,” Blaze interjected with a knowing chuckle, “just wait until the morning. The indignity of the morning ritual is a different kind of torture entirely.”
Aubree straightened, her features hardening as if she did not hear Blaze.
“On the other hand,” she continued, her voice dropping, “the way they treated us after. My whole body was aching, especially my shoulders.” She rolled it slightly and winced. “But now I feel ... I do not have the word for it. Rejuvenated. Whatever they did with that massage, it was...”