Chapter 3B: Gabby Finds About Pony Fruit?

Others wait at village outskirts. Gabby witnesses real pony girl. NonConsent/Reluctance

Recap:

Gabby is recounting her journey from being an agent of GC to becoming a pony girl for the Goblins on this planet. In last chapter she meets with a new group of adventurers - two human females and Goblin male - who are on their own quest to find missing elven princess. Gabby is struggling with her own body’s need for an orgasm as she continues her mission to find the dillithium crystals.

Finally, we found a suitable location and set up camp. Dinner proceeded without further conflicts, and I eagerly offered some local fruits to Ava and Jen, effusing about their deliciousness. I was a bit perplexed when they politely declined, explaining that it was forbidden for women to eat that fruit in their society.

We naturally gravitated into our smaller groups. I engaged in a conversation with Ava, while Anj and Isabella chatted with Jen. Meanwhile, Gorsk and Gir seemed to immerse themselves in their own world, exchanging tidbits of news.

Ava opened up about her hometown, sharing her journey into the life of an adventurer and how they had enlisted Gir as part of their team. She explained that, to safeguard against Goblin slavers during their quest, they had offered Gir a substantial portion of the reward, to accompany them. Gir was renowned as a skilled pony trainer and an advocate for the ‘taming’ method. His fame extended even into Goblin society. According to Ava, he was one of the few Goblins who privately acknowledged the cruelty and barbarism of enslaving humans for use as ponies. However, he expressed reservations about taking a stand until Goblins could devise an alternative mode of fast transportation. As a result, instead of the sadistic practice of ‘breaking’ girls and completely dehumanizing them, he employed the more compassionate approach of ‘taming.’ Ava concurred with me that it was still a horrific way to treat humans, but she emphasized that it was the prevailing norm and widely accepted by most human societies neighboring the Goblins.

We had worked out a schedule to take turns keeping watch throughout the night. I had suggested that I would take the first shift, allowing everyone else to get some much-needed rest. So, as the others slept peacefully, I patrolled the camp. I walked around, surveying the area and keeping a vigilant eye on the surroundings.

During my watch, I decided to make the most of my time and asked my neural array to remain alert for any signs of unusual activity nearby. Additionally, I set up an alert system to notify me if the nanobots’ power levels fell below thirty percent.

With some time to spare, I couldn’t help but wonder about the analysis I had requested from my neural array regarding the local fruit’s effects on my body. As if on cue, a peculiar sensation began to course through me, starting from between my thighs expanding outwards. A gentle warm glow enveloped my entire body. A tingle ran down my spine and my heart rate quickened. I noticed that my breaths had become slower and my nipples grew hard. I was almost panting, wishing desperately to touch myself. The fruit’s influence was apparent awakening new sensations in me that I had not anticipated.

The neural array had diligently completed its analysis, revealing astonishing findings about the seemingly ordinary fruit. It contained various compounds, including phenols and phytoestrogen compounds, which had a significant impact on the human body, akin to the influence of estrogenic substances.

These compounds interacted with my nanobots, creating dihydrobenzofuranone, a remarkably potent substance. It acted as an aphrodisiac, intensifying my senses and igniting a subtle yet undeniable desire within me.

What surprised me most was the fruit’s impact on my nanobots. It temporarily boosted their capabilities but at the cost of rapid depletion, like a fleeting burst of energy followed by a steep decline.

In essence, I had stumbled upon a powerful yet unpredictable energy source, one that stirred desires within me and left my nanobots paying the price for their momentary indulgence.

As I pondered my next steps, I noticed some hushed conversations coming from Gorsk and Gir’s sleeping area. Setting aside my body’s relentless demands for a climax, I enhanced the audio sensors to eavesdrop on their conversation. Simultaneously, I tasked my neural array with researching a potential remedy for the fruit’s effects.

It appeared that Gorsk was explaining in lowered voices how I had been affected by the fruit’s properties and how I had come in ‘heat’. Gir, with a hint of amusement, inquired if it was the infamous ‘pony fruit’ responsible for my condition, to which Gorsk agreed with a knowing laugh. Their amusement was evident, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of annoyance. Gorsk had been aware of the fruit’s effects but hadn’t seen fit to inform me.

Since their conversation was in the Goblin tongue, I couldn’t confront them without revealing my understanding of their language. I needed to find a way to discreetly inquire if any of my human companions were familiar with this peculiar fruit.

In the meanwhile, I was squirming with my body’s carnal needs. I could feel myself getting wet as my arousal began to build. I was terrified - I knew Gir and Gorsk were awake. I was worried they could easily smell my arousal. Using my night vision, I ran - I just ran as far away from the camp as possible. Panting, not because of running but how much I needed the release.

I found a area of the forest that had dense canopy. I sat on a rock. The moon above me was casting flickering shadows upon the forest floor. It was quiet except for the sounds of distant chirping of nocturnal creatures and the gentle rustling of leaves. I quickly got to business. Typically when I am that aroused, I would climax within few minutes just using my fingers. However, to my frustration, after more than ten minutes or so, I had not found my release.

As I was desperately trying to quench my body’s desire, I was startled from my reverie by an unexpected intrusion. Out no where, emerged Gorsk and Gir. Their sudden appearance sent a jolt of humiliation, shock, and horror coursing through me. My heart raced, and I instinctively lashed out, my hand connecting with Gorsk’s chest.

Gorsk, caught off guard by my swift reaction, was propelled into the air, his body sailing through the night like a rag-doll before landing with a resounding thud some distance away. The scene was surreal, and my mind raced as I grappled with the realization that my actions had far exceeded what a normal human should be capable of.

Gir, on the other hand, had an altogether different reaction. As he saw Gorsk flying away, he looked scared and quickly raised his hands, trying to protect himself from getting hurt. He was really surprised and confused by the sudden show of my power. He was trembling in fear and surprise.

I stood there, surrounded by the eerie glow of the moonlit forest, grappling with the profound impact of my actions—an otherworldly strength, a fallen Goblin, and another trembling in awe and fear. My neural array hummed with feedback, desperately trying to explain the uncontrolled surge of power it had unleashed within me. It was as if my own body had become an enigma, and my mind struggled to comprehend the overwhelming force it had at its command.

But my initial satisfaction at lashing out at Gorsk had rapidly given way to an all-consuming guilt that threatened to consume me. I couldn’t bear the thought of causing harm to another being, especially one who was now defenseless and groaning on the forest floor.

Ignoring Gir’s desperate pleas for mercy, I turned and sprinted towards the spot where Gorsk had been flung. My limbs, imbued with the unnatural strength of nanobots, propelled me forward with an almost inhuman speed. It felt as though my neural array had unlocked a hidden reservoir of power, guiding me effortlessly through the dense undergrowth even in the shroud of night.

Amidst the darkness, my every step seemed preternaturally guided, allowing me to evade roots and underbrush with uncanny precision. My thoughts raced as I approached Gorsk’s prone form, dread and remorse gnawing at my conscience. I had to know if I had caused severe harm, and the weight of responsibility bore down on me.

Finally, I reached the very spot where Gorsk had crashed. He lay there, his groans of pain a haunting backdrop to the moonlit tableau. His disoriented state was a stark testament to the force of my unexpected strike. I knelt beside him, my face etched with guilt and concern.

“Gorsk,” I said quietly, feeling really sorry. “I didn’t want any of this to happen. Are you okay?”

Gorsk’s response was a mix of agony and bewilderment, his unfocused eyes struggling to make sense of the chaotic turn of events.

As I attempted to calm the situation born out of my unexpected surge of strength, fear gnawed at me. What was happening to my nanobots? In the background, my neural array hummed with an ongoing analysis.

Ava, with her tall, athletic build and confident demeanor, emerged first from behind the treeline. Stepping closer, Ava asked “What happened here, Gabby?”

Jen, the buxom figure of the group, moved gracefully towards the scene. Her hair cascaded down as she observed me and Gorsk on the ground without uttering a word.

Following her was Anj, her lithe figure accentuated by her long hair. She seemed both curious and cautiously amused by Gorsk’s prone state. With taunting sarcasm, she jeered at him, “Oh, look who’s fallen flat, Gobby. What trouble did you brew this time?” Then, turning to me, she inquired, “Are you alright, chosen one?”

Isabella, bearing a tall and toned figure with a resemblance to Jen, stood silently nearby. Her eyes reflected shock and anticipation, her captivity had eroded her self-confidence. Finally finding her voice, Isabella’s words trembled as she asked, “Is maste...” She quickly corrected herself, “Is he alright?”

I addressed my human companions, “I was caught off guard, and I ... don’t know what exactly happened, but I lashed out at Gorsk. He startled me.”

Gorsk groaned in response, pain etched across his features as he tried to focus on Gabby. “I’ll live, I think,” he muttered weakly.

“Let me check,” I said softly, my voice tinged with concern. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees beside Gorsk and extended my hand toward his injured area. My neural array hummed with activity as I instructed the nanobots to assist me in assessing the extent of his injuries. As I touched his hand, I could feel the tiny, intelligent machines come to life. They began their work with remarkable precision, immediately analyzing the damage to Gorsk’s body.

At that moment, the adrenaline rush that had surged through me during the unexpected altercation was slowly subsiding. That meant my previous pressing issue was rearing its ugly head. I tried to calm myself by breathing slowly. The need, the overpowering desire that had driven me away from the camp, to need to touch myself, to give me release, was clawing its way back into the forefront of my thoughts. With a determined effort, I fought to hold steady, both physically and mentally, as the nanobots collected the necessary data to assess Gorsk’s condition.

Based on recommendations from my neural array, I carefully retrieved the necessary tablets and ointments from a concealed pocket within my garments. My movements were deliberate and discreet, ensuring that no one else in the vicinity could see what I was doing.

As I tended to Gorsk’s injuries, a sense of internal conflict gnawed at me. GC had explicitly instructed me not to use any modern technologies or medicines among the locals. However, I had interpreted their directive as meaning “as long as the locals do not know.” My actions here were in direct violation of their orders, and guilt settled in the pit of my stomach.

Furthermore, the sudden exertion of my nanobots during the earlier incident had taken a toll on me. Weakness coursed through my body, leaving me feeling famished and suffering from a throbbing headache. Despite my inner turmoil and physical discomfort, I continued my efforts to help Gorsk.

Within a matter of minutes, Gorsk’s injuries had substantially healed, and he regarded me with a newfound respect in his eyes. His gratitude was evident as he whispered in a tone just low enough to avoid others overhearing.

“Gabby, first and foremost, I want to thank you,” he murmured. “You’ve healed me swiftly. I owe you my that.”

Before I could do anything, I suddenly felt very weak. I closed my eyes and sat down on the ground.

Eventually when I opened my eyes again, I was unsure of where I was. Still in hazy state I thought I felt something wet on my face. My consciousness returned to the gentle nuzzling and affectionate licks from Shadow, who stood guard over me. The world had transitioned to daylight, and I lay there, still feeling weak and disoriented.

Isabella approached cautiously, concern etched across her face. Her desire to sit beside me was evident, but the presence of Shadow appeared to unsettle her.

With a faint smile, she inquired, ‘How are you feeling, chosen one? You were unconscious for a few hours, and we grew increasingly worried.’ Despite my weakness, I made the effort to sit up, acknowledging her with a grateful nod.

I gently nudged Shadow aside and accepted the offered water from Isabella, grateful for the refreshment. Shadow, my loyal companion, had never left my side during my unconsciousness and watched over me with unwavering concern. With a reluctant but understanding look, Shadow retreated into the forest, sensing that my condition had improved. Isabella remained by my side, filling me in on the recent events.

She explained that everyone had ventured into the forest to forage for food, leaving her as my caretaker in case I woke up. Isabella also mentioned that they were all deeply impressed by how swiftly I had managed to heal Gorsk, a sense of reverence evident in her voice.

I was still feeling a bit weak, but thankfully, I was no longer felt “in heat”, as Gorsk had crudely put it. I gave Isabella a reassuring pat and expressed my gratitude to her for being there when I needed her. However, I let her know that I needed a little more time to recover before I could get up and move around.

With a sigh, I turned my attention back to the data my neural array had collected during my downtime. The sheer volume of information was overwhelming, so I asked it to provide a concise summary. The key takeaways were troubling. The fruit, as I had suspected, significantly heightened my arousal to an unnatural level, boosted my defensive capabilities, but also caused my nanobots to deplete energy at an alarming rate. What was even more concerning was that it wasn’t just me; over sixty percent of my nanobots had become dependent on the fruit to function properly. It was a serious setback.

After our group had returned with some food, we sat down to eat and then resumed our journey towards Gorsk’s village. The adventurers, who had discovered that Gorsk’s village was on their path, decided to join us. The rest of the day passed without any significant events, except for the troubling fact that more of my nanobots were going into hibernation. I had steadfastly refused to eat the fruit, fearing the adverse reactions it triggered in my body. Despite my concerns, I had tasked my neural array with finding a solution to this issue, but it hadn’t produced any answers yet.

As we kept going in the forest, it felt uncomfortable. The air was hot and sticky, and the plants around us felt like they were closing in. Even though I’m not usually bothered by tight spaces, it seemed like the plants were trying to surround me. We walked on, sweating and tired. The strong heat of the day made it hard for us to move quickly.

It was getting dark. We decided to set up camp near a small clearing in the forest. Gorsk and Girt’mer had sobered up somewhat and were no longer discussing us as if we were livestock. I noticed that Gir was maintaining a respectable distance from me, which was a relief given our previous encounter.

During dinner, Gorsk dropped a bombshell that left us all with a sense of foreboding. “I should have mentioned this earlier,” he began, his tone somber, “but we may have a problem. There are very few folks in our village who have ever seen a human female not in bridle and tack or leashed to a post as livestock.”

“So, when we reach Gorsk’s village, how should we handle the situation?” I chimed in.

“Well, we could try disguising ourselves as Goblins,” Jen said enthusiastically.

“I don’t think that will work, Jen. Do you see their height versus ours? Two of them on top of each other will still be shorter than us. We can never pass as Goblins or even Elf” Ava sighed.

“What if we offer them our services? You know, say we can perform tasks or trades that are valuable to them,” Jen suggested.

“No, no. They would simply keep us as their ponies or cows. Do we even have anything that they would find more valuable than us?” Ava pointed out, reinforcing Anj’s concerns.