So this is an adult story. Fetish themes and descriptions of alternative sexual practices follow. You've been warned...

Huugaan lay in the straw and counted her blessings; She was warm. Always top of her list since being caught by the goblins. If she was warm, it was a good day.

She was well fed. Mistress worked her hard, but Huugaan was well looked after. Mistress recognised that a hard working ponygirl needed to replenish the energy spent. The food she was given was pretty dull, but kept her healthy. Mostly meat, but fruit too, as well as a musli, that a quick witted merchant in Anzeg, was promoting to goblins as purpose made ponygirl food.

She was fit. In the seven months, since she was collared and cut, most days had entailed hard physical exercise. Her legs were now powerful, rock hard and muscular. Her stomach was flat and the muscles in her abdomen were taught too. Thankfully she had not gone too lean, and had enough fat on her frame to keep her curves, and keep her warm too.

She was loved. This was perhaps the most surprising facet of her new life. Mistress clearly cared deeply about her. She exhibited pride in Huugaan, was often affectionate, and regularly treated her ponygirl if she was able. While not shy to use the whip, Mistress was always quick with praise when earned, and often stroked or patted her when out riding.

Mistress also clearly enjoyed looking after her mount. Washing her, shaving her and clipping her nails. She was always attentive to her health as well as her appearance. Her head was kept bald except for tall mohawk. Mistress was fastidious about her mount’s appearance, and often spent large parts of the day, grooming Huugaan or polishing and soaping her tack.

Mistress kept her livery to glossy black and silver. The battle collar kept around her throat was regularly oiled and polished, as were all the rings set in her flesh. Huugaan had caught sight of herself once, reflected in the still waters of a trough, she did not recognise the pony looking back at her.

Admittedly some of the things Mistress Kel’der like to do with her pony, her pony was not as keen on. The tattoo’s on her breasts had hurt both while being done, and as they healed. Though Huugaan was delighted with the final result of black cursive lines swirling around her areola ending in almost bud like shapes. Huugaan was happy too, as was Kaal, to have the clan sigil tattooed in place on her rump, rather than just painted. As it meant their owners were less likely to sell them, as they could now only be sold within the clan.

Huugaan had also found she loved running. She didn’t feel the whip, much, but the freedom to sprint as fast as she could lifted her spirit. The rush of energy the exercise brought… Huugaan always felt better after a run.

As well of the love from her owner, Huugaan was loved by Kaal too. A love Huugaan reciprocated fully. They were stabled together, Kaal was lying in the straw with her now, her head resting on her lover’s stomach. Kaal, older by four or five years, had instigated the physical side of their relationship.

Huugaan, innocent and virgin had just not known what to do with herself once the large ring in her labia had healed. The bouncer attached to the ring, had started causing her pleasure rather than pain. It was a sensation Huugaan did not know what to do with at first. Kaal’s tongue had solved that problem. The only issue now was, as Huugaan ran, the tugs and jerks of the bouncer pulling on the ring, had her thinking of Kaal’s willing tongue, rather than the here and now.

“What are you thinking about, Huu?”

“You, and how happy I am.”

“What about me?”

“Well, your amazing, dextrous tongue of course.”

“Not my radiant good looks?”

Huugaan looked down at her lover. Huugaan had grown used to the black ring in her nose and the chains that snaked their way to her nipple rings. She had stopped seeing them. Kaal was the beautiful face that had kept her sane when she became a ponygirl.

“You are so beautiful, I love you so much Kaal, but it is your tongue that has won my heart. It is your tongue that stokes the passion in my loins. It is your tongue that drives me to ecstasy and makes me glad to be alive.”

Kaal slid her head up Huugaan’s stomach and used her tongue to snare one of Huugaan’s nipple rings. She drew it into her mouth and gripped it between her teeth. Through clenched teeth she murmured.

“So only my tongue?”

“I’m afraid so, my love.”

Kaal tugged gently on the ring.

“I have no other assets?”

“I said you were beautiful.”

Kaal tugged harder.

“Ooo! Um… your pussy tastes nice?”

Kaal tugged harder still.

“Ouch! Oh… You have stunning tits! I really like those.”

Kaal pulled quite hard on Huugaan’s nipple ring.

“Ahhh! Stop it! Too much, love. Your hair reminds me of a summer sunset. Your eyes of a cool winters sky. Your smile warms my heart and lights up any room you enter. You are a vision of lust. A goddess of sex, you are a… a… Oh, I don’t know, you silly mare. Come up here and kiss me.”

Kaal obliged her lover. Then after a time kissing the pair shifted on an unspoken cue. Kaal moved down Huugaan’s chest and then her belly. The pair rolled onto their sides facing each other and lifted the upper leg.

For Huugaan this opened Kaal’s vagina like a book, for her owner had set rings in the flesh of Kaal’s labia and attached them via chains to leather belts strapped around her upper thighs.

Kaal herself was presented with Huugaan’s shaven dark pussy. Both Huugaan’s lips had been pierced with a single large silver ring gleaming bright against Huugaan’s ebony skin. Deep in the cleft the top of this ring brushed the hood and tip of her clitoris. Huugaan felt Kaal use her prehensile tongue to burrow in between the pierced lips of her quim. Parting her flesh, sliding it back around the ring. Seeking out the centre of her pleasure.

The ponygirl’s lapped at each other’s sex. Moaning softly they each stirred their partner to delve deeper and lick faster. Huugaan felt Kaal’s chains slide across her inner thigh as her lover angled her head before assailing her love with furious volley of delicate flicks along her clit.

They both continued to minister to their partners needs, until they managed to push to the edge, and then, in a wash of ecstasy, over. Rolling onto their backs the slaves bathed in the euphoria they had induced.

“As I said lover,” gasped Huugaan, the first to recover, “It’s your beautiful, wonderful tongue.”

“You keep teasing me like that beautiful, and I may introduce your ebony pussy to my teeth.”

“Okay, okay I’ll admit it. It’s the chains from your nose. The way you slide them over my…”

Huugaan shrieked in laughter as Kaal lunged for her crotch, only to deliver tickling raspberries instead of bites.

The attack over, the two lovers spooned in the straw of their stable. Kaal in Huugaan’s lap they entwined their feet as Huugaan kissed the back of Kaal’s shaven head.

“Are you really happy?” Asked Kaal.

“Yeah, right now I am, I’m warm and I have you, my belly is full and I don’t hurt. Today is good.”

“But generally, with your life?”

“Whoa, that’s heavy. Are you okay?”

“I am, but only because I have you.”

“Well, I am not going anywhere.”

“You can’t promise that, love. We are slaves. We go where our owners tell us.”

“That’s true, but our owners are inseparable. Plus they love us too, they’d not sell us. Kaal, this is not the life I would choose either. I miss my old life. But this isn’t as bad as it looks from the outside. Our only job is to run and carry things for our owners. We are well fed, get to fuck and our owners look after our every other need.”

“You’re probably right Huu. But I worry. I don’t know if I’d cope if I lost you.”

“Hey, you’re the eldest remember. I’m not supposed to be the one soothing your fears.”

“Do you have any fears?”

“Only that my lover will worry herself into an early grave.”

“Okay, I’ll lighten up, just don’t go anywhere without me you hear?”

“I promise, Kaal, I’ll never leave you, or your tongue.”

“Bitch!”

“No; mare. We are ponies now, remember?”

“Nag then, now hush, we should sleep as tomorrow will be busy.”

“How do you know?”

“I overheard Mistress say the pass is open. That means the snow is mostly gone, and we can get through to Anzeg.”

“Oh I hope so, I’m getting fed up with stale musli.”

“Me too, but before there can be fresh, someone will have to go fetch it.”

“I get your point. Sleep tight beautiful.”

“You too, Huugaan.”



Morning came and the two ponygirls woke to the noise of bustle in the stable. One of the perks of being owned by the chief’s daughters, was they never had to get up super early to do the graveyard shift.

A young goblin, called Akec, employed by sisters, came and got them up and cleared their latrine bucket. The stable cave was near the entrance to the cave complex the goblins over wintered in. A little further in was a large cavern that was used to exercise the ponygirl’s while the winter storms rage through the northern mountains. Apparently before the chief, Zoog, had changed the ways ponies were kept, ponygirls used to be taken down into the depths of the mountain. Kept in the dark and just fed dry meat for two to three months, many died. Which sent the goblins out on raiding parties in the spring.

Their owners showed up shortly after Akec, and proceeded to wash down, and then feed their mounts. The food, a mash interspersed with lumps of dried meat, was placed in a raised trough. The drinking trough was replenished too.

Fed and cleaned the ponies were tacked up. It was still cold outside with snow above the tree line. So initially they were dressed in their extreme cold gear. Tall almost crotch high boots heavily waterproofed with lots of polishing. Their thickest fur lined tunics (Kaal had her nose chains pulled up to her collar) of which some had hoods while others wore fur lined helms.

Once clothed they were saddled and bridled. They were then ridden into the exercise cavern to stage with the other ponies going on the journey. Essentially four riders were escorting six unmounted ponies. Four of the ponies would not be coming back as they were to be sold at Anzeg. The other two were to carry the provisions bought after selling the mounts.

It was a three day journey to Anzeg and the goblins were keen to start as early as possible. So it was bitingly cold, early morning, mountain wind the hit Huugaan face on, as she stepped out into daylight, for the first time in nearly eight weeks. It nearly stopped her dead in her tracks and Mistress Kel’der had to kick her on, before the rest of the party piled into them.

They were travelling in two columns with Mistress Kel’der, on Huugaan, and Mistress Kor, on Kaal, up front. Behind Kel’der was Hal’tal, a powerful warrior on his mount Dokaar dec, a sturdy heavy chested mare. Dokaar dec was goblin tongue for thunder thighs. None of the other ponies joshed Dokaar dec over this though, as she was an experienced battle-mare, and had a powerful kick.

The three mares being led by Hal’tal were tethered neck to neck and wrapped in brown hooded parkers. Largely undecorated, so their new owners could express their own taste, they made an unlikely group. The first mare was a red head with a wild streak and a short fuse. Huugaan was of the opinion she would not be coming back. The next two Huugaan and Kaal had started to make friends of, during the cold nights in the caves. The first was being called Titch by her fellow ponies on account of her short stature. The mare had a wicked sense of humour and a filthy mind. She had regularly had the whole stable in stitches, with blue jokes, mostly at their owners expense. Tethered to Titch was Nomad. A rare catch for the goblins Nomad was a tall willowy mare with a light brown hide. Her people traded in the Southern desert and it was almost as unheard of for one of their women to become a pony as was Huugaan.

Mistress Kor was leading Haakhaar on his mount Ker. Haakhaar was a scout and hunter and his mount wore a helm fashioned from the head of a deer, antlers and all. Ker’s leathers were an olive green and Haakhaar always returned with a kill from a hunt. The three mares Haakhaar led were all of similar size. The only notable pony being Ice, a pony from the frozen north. Her tribe lived north of the mountains where the ground was always frozen, and the sea too in winter. Her people saw little sun and though her hair was midnight black her hide was almost white in hue.

The first part of the journey through the deep snow was no fun. A fast pace was impossible as the snow was often knee deep and footing was unpredictable. The snow made the rocks and boulders loom into weird and surreal shapes, and the freezing mist kept visibility low.

Once they got down to the trees though that changed. The snow that had penetrated the thick canopy of the trees was barely ankle deep. The tunics, and helms, came off and the girlthrash was deployed to raise the pace.

Huugaan was happy to run. It kept her warm, and she was relishing the chance to truly stretch her legs after the winter sheltering in the caves. Mistress Kel’der kept the pace high, until midday, when she called a halt to water the mounts.

As her owner removed her bit, and placed the nozzle of the water skin in her mouth, Huugaan was surprised how bright Mistress’s eyes were. She then realised that was why goblins had pinpoint pupils in their yellow eyes. Mistress’s eyes had been mostly black back in the caverns. It explained her owners ability to see in what seemed like total darkness.

They were out of the mountains and into the foothills by the end of the first day. Two tents were pitched and five ponies and two goblin slept in each. The tents were barely large enough and though Huugaan was warm, with her owner in her lap, and one of the unmounted ponies at her back. She missed her lover who was sleeping in the other tent with her owner, Mistress Kor.

In the morning it seemed even warmer. Mistress Kel’der seemed happy, and commented that the hunt could start on their return. Breakfast consisted of some jerky and water only.

They set off at a quick pace, now there were no trees to dodge, with the ponies kinks and knots ran out from the day before, the goblins pushed their mounts hard. Huugaan had not kept this pace up for some time, and was rewarded with several firm strokes of the girlthrash, each time she started to waver.

The third day was across the Stepp. A vast grassland plain, upon which the wind could be bitter, but they were lucky. Although there was frost on the ground, the air was still, and the sun warming, and so the pace once again was set at maximum. The unmounted ponies to the rear of each of the mounted girls had no trouble keeping pace with their burdened leaders. With the need to keep single file on a trail gone the riders came abreast of each other and made it a race.

Huugaan was a natural sprinter but this was endurance racing. Over a short distance she could have beaten any of them, but even with her owners vigorous use of the whip, it was Kaal who first approached the city gate.

Huugaan realised she was suddenly nervous. She was about to be ridden into a human city naked. However, it was not humans they first met. The first to meet them, were mounted goblins.

They were city guards. Each goblin was dressed in red tunics and trousers with black boots and golden helm and breastplate. Their mounts were also uniform with brown thigh boots, a short cape in silver and copper with golden pauldron on their shoulders. What particularly caught Huugaan’s eye though was both ponies had their heads totally inclosed in tight fitting leather hoods. Mounted over the ponies eyes were metal disks with thin slits in them to allow some restricted vision. As protection it made good sense but it looked frighteningly claustrophobic. Not for the first time Huugaan was glad she was owned by Mistress Kel’der.

Both guards openly stared at Huugaan and it took her a moment to realise that these new goblins had probably never seen a black pony before. Huugaan was still breathing hard from the run across the Stepp, but she was still aware of her owner sitting up a bit straighter in her saddle, and preening Huugaan’s crest of hair as they trotted past the guards.

As they entered the gates people turned and stared. She was stopping traffic. Kaal had assured her that ponygirls were common in Anzeg and no one would look twice at her. But Kaal had stopped seeing a black woman some time ago. Everyone was looking at Huugaan.

“See Huugaan,” said her owner from behind, stroking her head, “I named you well. They are all admiring your beauty.”

Huugaan was not so sure. She had an inkling that it was simply an unusual sight to see a black ponygirl. Or even a nude black woman. Her face flushed hot with shame, as roving eyes stared at her pierced and tattooed tits, or the ring in her cunny with the little weight bouncing on the end of its cord.

Huugaan and her rider quickly caught up Kaal and her mistress, and abreast they rode into the yard of the Ponygirl Inn. Huugaan was able to steal a look at her lover and it was clear she was very nervous. Huugaan could only imagine what was going through her mind. This was her old home before she was caught. Now she had returned a collared slave, a human ponygirl.

A young woman, with long dark brown hair set in bunches, and lots of cleavage on view from the low cut front of her green dress, came out to greet them. Before she uttered a single word though she did a double take at Kaal, and with eyes as wide as saucers, turned and fled back in the inn.

Mistress Kor quickly removed Kaal’s bit and whispered in Kaal’s ear, just as the girl returned pointing at Kaal screaming, “Look it’s Molly, Molly’s a pony!”

She was followed out by a fat bald man, who Huugaan assumed was the innkeeper. He was carrying a large club and a scowl on his face. He took one look at Kaal and then stared up furiously at Mistress Kor.

“Duncan, I was caught fairly, the truce has not been broken,” spoke up Kaal.

Befuddled that a pony had spoken, while its owner was mounted, it took Duncan a moment to look at his old employee.

“Lass what happened? We thought you dead.”

“Those two men I hired to escort me fled, instead of defending me, when we were attacked.”

“Really, that’s interesting as they are here again. They came back last autumn, with some new scars and a tale of how you were killed by bandits. How far out were you when caught?”

“Eighteen perhaps twenty leagues out. How is my mother please?”

“She is in good health, though distraught at the news of your ‘death.’”

“Are we good here innkeeper?” Interjected Kor, as she replaced Kaal’s bit.

“Eye, though you have some cheek, bringing a girl I loved as my daughter, back here in harness.”

“Sir, I mean you no ill will. I came straight here as a favour to you, that you learn the girl’s fate. We will lodge elsewhere if you prefer.”

“No Ma’am, I’d not see Molly stabled under any other roof. Please, welcome, come on in. I have both double and single rooms how many will you require?”

The goblins dismounted and headed in with the innkeeper. Leaving the young woman staring slack jawed at Kaal. Kaal did not wait to be led into the stables but, riderless, walked into her old workplace. This seemed to break the watching woman out of her shocked stupor, as she rushed to gather Huugaan’s reins and lead her into the warm, next to Kaal, before returning to the yard to fetch the other ponies.

She then started unhitching the ponies from each other, and putting them in stalls. Once that was done she went straight to Kaal’s stall and removed her bit.

“Molly, what happened?”

“I’ll tell you in a minute, love. First could you move me and the black mare to a double stall?”

“Why?”

“Because I asked nicely, Mary?”

Mary opened the stall and Kaal walked herself to her preferred location. A double next to Titch’s stall. Then Mary, bemused but compliant, untethered Huugaan from her stall and led her over to Kaal. Once Huugaan’s bit was removed the two ponies kissed as Mary, with a look or revulsion, looked on.

“Ewew Molly! You’re a lesbian now?”

Kaal gave Mary a measured look. Huugaan knew from accounts from Kaal, as well as first hand experience, most ponies were lesbian. It was not like goblins took stallions. How was it Mary did not know this?

“Mary, please go unbridle the other ponies and give them all a rub down,” requested Kaal. “We just ran clear across the Stepp.”

“But I want to know what happened to you.”

“After you’ve tended to the others, and us. I’m sure my Mistress is paying top price. Duncan will be trying to find some way to enact revenge, even if all he manages is fleecing her for board.”

The girl flounced off, clearly disgruntled.

“She was always useless,” murmured Kaal in Huugaan’s ear.

“When did you get so assertive Kaal? Are you wise to piss her off? Have you forgotten we are the slaves and she has working arms?”

“Oh the penny may drop eventually. But all the time she thinks of me as her old boss, I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth.”

The two ponygirls snugged and muzzled each other. Both glad for the warmth of the stable and the opportunity to be with their lovers after the gruelling journey. Ideally they’d be rid of their saddles and curled up in the straw. As it was they both patiently waited for Mary.

“How long do you think we’ll be here?” Asked Huugaan.

“Two to three day’s I think. That’s the usual layover, for a spring resupply. We’ve arrived and the ponies that are going to market will be rested tonight, so they fetch a good price tomorrow morning. Then, by the time the supplies are bought, it will be too late to leave, even if they are all bought. So we’ll leave early on the second or third day.”

“Before we left you asked me if I’m really happy,” said Huugaan.

“I remember, Huu.”

“Kaal, I’ve been thinking about it since we left.”

“A good time to think, when you’re running.”

“I know, I really enjoy it. Which is why I can answer now.”

“Go on…”

“Yes, I am. Happy, that is. I mean life is not perfect. We are slaves. But I’m okay with it. I actually kinda enjoy it. I wish I had my arms, but that’s like wishing for the moon now. Running through snow with your privates in the breeze is not my idea of fun either. But afterwards I get to snuggle with you, and someone else always does the cooking. So yeah, all things considered, I am happy.”

“You’ve lowered your horizons, to be happy with your lot.”

“Have I? What sort of future could I have had up here? My parents brought me along to work on my uncles farm. So who would wed me? A local farm labourer? I’d have had kids, that may have been nice, but that’s gone with my arms and this collar. Beyond that I would have been a prisoner of my circumstances as much as I am in this collar.”

“It’s a fair point. I used to kid myself that I’d find a handsome rich merchant. But the only ones that stay at this inn are old, or fat, or both.”

“Ugg, why are you speaking in that ugly language?” Asked Mary as she entered the stall.

Reverting to common Kaal replied, “Because it is our language now, Mary. Our owners are goblins. We speak goblin tongue.”

“Turn around, both of you, so I can wash you. Fuck, this is going to be weird.”

“For both of us, Mary,” responded Kaal as she and Huugaan stood.

Mary removed the ponygirl’s saddles and boots and then washed them down. The wash was a cold soapy bucket with a coarse rag in it. Followed by an even rougher rubdown with a towel that seemed to contain razorblades. Huugaan, who went first endured her’s stoically. Kaal though was less than impressed.

“Hell, Mary couldn’t you heat the water and when did you last clean that towel?”

“No one has ever complained before,” sulked Mary.

“Because they are slaves. Ponygirl’s don’t, as a rule, complain when they’re given the shitty end of the stick. However, those that have the ears of their owners, will be telling them how things are at the Ponygirl Inn.”

“Well, I’m doing this job now, and Duncan has not complained. Since he pays me, that’s all that matters.”

“Could you fetch me the tin please, Mary?” Asked Kaal.

“What tin?” Inquired Mary evasively.

“You know damn well which tin. Plus you know where I hid it. Could you fetch it please?”

Mary flounced off and then returned. Thoughtlessly she held it out to Kaal, as if she could take it. Kall gave her a withering look.

“Could you open it?”

Mary sheepishly obliged and held it out to be inspected.

“I didn’t steal from it. Even after I thought you were dead.”

“So I see,” replied Kaal, looking in at the small bag of sugar cubes within the tin. “Mary I used those cubes to treat the ponies. You know that. You haven’t shown any of us a jot of consideration since we have arrived. Plus, by the evidence in that tin, you haven’t since I left either.”

“What do you expect me to say?”

“Don’t you have any compassion? Don’t you care?”

“Care about what?”

“That you ask me that, floors me, Mary. You knew me before. Now I’m a ponygirl. How do you feel about that?”

“Umm… A bit curious. Err, a bit relived… that you’re not dead. Also,” The next came out in a rush, “a bit pleased, as Duncan has not given me the full rate, as he said without a body you may not be dead, as he didn’t trust those two mercs to tell the truth.”

“Wow! Okay, umm, well, Miss Curious. What would you like to know?” Huugaan could see Kaal was furious, but the stable maid seemed oblivious.

“How did they catch you? Does it hurt being turned into a pony?”

“You never thought to ask any other pony that came here before?”

“I don’t talk to them. They’re ponies.”

“So why the fuck are you talking to me then you stupid cunt!” Screamed Kaal kicking out at the girl.

Mary dodged the kick and ran crying back into the inn. The stable was suddenly full of noise as every ponygirl kicked the wooden sides of their stalls in applause. Kaal was not listening though as she threw herself down in the straw sobbing.

Huugaan knelt down next to her and kissed her gently on the cheek, “Don’t let a silly girl like her get to you love.”

“Oh… I don’t… care about her,” gasped Kaal. “I left this place a refuge. Somewhere to look forward to come to. Not only is Molly dead. Her legacy is too.”

“That may be, so let it go. It doesn’t matter any more, love.”

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you. But somehow it does. It really does.”

Kaal continued to cry while Huugaan consoled her. After a bit Kaal calmed, and it was at this point Duncan entered the stable. Huugaan saw him looking around before approaching her stall. Kaal was laying on her back, her legs slightly spread. Duncan looked in, winced and turned around.

“Molly, love, could you stand up please? So I can talk to you.”

Huugaan saw Kaal, who’s face was already blotchy from crying, flush scarlet with shame. Kaal scrambled to her feet. As soon as she had Duncan stepped into the stall and hugged Kaal.

“Molly, love, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m called Kaal now, Duncan.”

“Hmmph, Red. For your hair?” Duncan examined the tall spray of red hair atop Kaal’s shaven scalp.

“Yes, for my hair. Duncan, this is Huugaan.”

“Pleased to meet you Huugaan. Your owner is obviously smitten with you to give you such a name.”

“You speak Goblin tongue?”

“Most in Anzeg do my dear.”

“Duncan,” spoke up Kaal, “you need to get rid of Mary. She’ll ruin you.”

“I wondered what the tears were about. You two have words?”

“I know I don’t work here any more. But she’s using ice cold water straight from the butts to wash us. The towel she used on us doesn’t seemed to have been washed since I left. Duncan, she doesn’t even talk to the ponies.”

Duncan looked down at his feet and spied the tin where Mary had dropped it.

“What’s this?”

“Yet more evidence. That was my tin of sugar. Mary knew of it. I used it to treat ponies. It’s as I left it. Duncan how is business?”

“Down. Didn’t know why. Goblin trade is drying up. Yet every goblin that left, did so smiling.”

“But as soon as they rubbed down their pony after leaving, she’d timidly ask not to be taken back to that horrible Inn,” supplied Kaal.

“Damn! She’s in so much trouble.”

Huugaan thought of pointing out that the innkeeper was ultimately responsible, for the performance of his staff. But the gloating look on Kaal’s face, and the possible reaction to criticism from the innkeeper, stilled her tongue.

“So, Duncan,” started Kaal, “any possibility that two tired and weary ponygirls could have a treat of some sugar?”

“How can I say no? It used to be yours,” The burly man plucked the bag from within the tin. Extracting two cubes he held his hand out flat so the ponygirls could feed.

Huugaan almost squealed at the taste. After such a long time with almost nothing sweet, pure sugar exploded in her mouth. Her mouth flooded with saliva. It was so, so good.

“What are you feeding my pony?” Asked Mistress Kel’der.

Huugaan froze in fear. Was it bad to eat sugar? Was she in trouble?

“Sorry ma’am,” replied the innkeeper smoothly, “I didn’t see you there. Just treating these two mares to a sugar cube each.”

“Ahh, good. Have they been fed yet? Their troughs look very clean and very empty.”

“Had an issue with the staff, ma’am, which is why I’m here to do it personally.”

“I see. Now, the reason I came to find you, those four mares over there,” Mistress Kel’der pointed at those she meant, “are to market first thing tomorrow. So can you please ensure they are well fed and rested this evening. Also groomed and tacked up for first thing too.”

“I will see to that personally too, ma’am,” said Duncan.

“Good, I’ll see you later then,” smiled the goblin, showing her cat like teeth, before walking off.

Duncan watched the goblin walk off apparently satisfied.

“Mary did not feed you?” He asked the two ponies. Both shook their heads.

Muttering under his breath the innkeeper stalked off to return quickly with a stew from the kitchen, rather than the usual hash. He ladled generous portions into the troughs of all the ponies in the stables, before closing the outside doors, and stoking the wood burner in the centre of the stable.

With a friendly ‘Good night,’ the innkeeper departed leaving the ponies to eat and settle down for the night.

Huugaan couldn’t believe their luck. Sugar and now human stew for dinner. She and Kaal, like the other ponies, wasted no time in wolfing down the rich meaty stew. Their bellies full, the ponies were too tired to give in to lust fuelled urges, and instead snuggled together in the straw and were soon asleep.




Huugaan awoke suddenly with a pain at her chin. A dark figure loomed over her, holding a finger to a mouth obscured by a dark scarf. The order was clear even to a drowsy Huugaan. No noise or you get the knife.

The assailant indicated that she should rise and she did so slowly. As she drew her feet under her she became aware she was hobbled. There would be no kicking out at the enemy.

Outside the stall she saw two equally shadowy figures with Kaal. One had hold of her nose chains. The other was fitting some kind of gag in her mouth. The gag fitted, the holder of her chains led the ponygirl towards the stable doors.

Huugaan was ushered out of her stall at knife point. While the knife was held at her chin a light cord was threaded through her nose ring, and then tied off to each nipple ring, in a mockery of Kaal’s chains. The cord was then grasped firmly putting tension on Huugaan’s nose and nipples.

She was gagged similarly to Kaal with what turned out to be a soft leather panel with a leather ball on the inside. The ball was forced in between her teeth and the panel secured so tight it crushed her lips against her teeth.

A tug on the cord had Huugaan meekly following, as fast as the hobble allowed. Once out of the stables she was then led out of the yard to a cart opposite the entrance to the inn. To her horror she saw Kaal being lifted into a large barrel, and being forced down so the lid could be sealed.

As she neared she saw a second barrel, and guessed that it was her destination. She’d guessed correctly, as she was led straight to it, and grasped from behind and lifted in.

“I think that’s enough of that don’t you?”  The voice rang out of the dark and the three rustlers froze. Then, the larger of the three, drew a sword and rushed into the dark. He’d not gone six steps when he fell, poleaxed, his sword clattering besides him.

“Do either of you two want to test goblin night vision?” Inquired the voice. Both of the remaining thieves shook their heads vigorously. “Then kneel down and put your hands on your heads.”

Once kneeling three mounted goblin guards emerged from the shadows. Two had lances lowered and advanced on the kneeling figures until the sharp tips of the lances were resting on the thieves chests. The third had a bow with a shaft knocked ready to fly. But once the lancers were in position he lowered his weapon and rode up to the cart. Dismounting he approached the rustlers and started patting them down. As he found weapons he removed them and threw them, to the ground, out of reach.

The search over, he produced leather thongs, and made quick work of binding their wrists behind them. He then roughly pushed them to the ground and bound their ankles too. The criminals immobilised, the goblin turned his attention to Huugaan.

“I’m not going to be able to lift you out of that, so sit inside and I’ll push it over.” Huugaan did as instructed. Once the barrel was on its side she was able to push herself out and then stand. As she got to her feet she saw Kaal emerging from her tipped over barrel.

“Maach,” barked the goblin and both Huugaan and Kaal dropped to their knees. He then removed the two ponies gags. Huugaan was not sure if she was shivering from fear, cold or shock. But she did not care as she was at least alive.

“Thank you, Master,” uttered both ponies in unison. Huugaan was terrified the goblin guard would think that she, and Kaal, were trying to escape.

“You’d think the citizens of Anzeg would know goblins have good night vision wouldn’t you?”

Both ponies nodded agreement.

“You’d think too that seeing just how big goblin ears are, people would work out we have good hearing too?”

Again Huugaan and Kaal nodded.

“We heard these three fools, plotting to steal you two, half an hour ago. The hardest part of this was not sniggering and giving away our positions. Corporal.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Return these two fillies to their stable. They are quite shaken up. Then rouse the owner of this establishment so we can discuss his knowledge of these events.”

“Yes, Sir.” The Corporal dismounted and escorted the two ponygirls back into the stable and into their stall. As soon as the door was shut both ponies turned and kissed each other.

“Fuck, I wish I could hug you, love,” moaned Kaal.

“Me too. Look we’re cold, filthy and it’s still too early to rise. Let’s snuggle down again.”

They were just getting to sleep when Duncan came in and looked in on them.

“Are you okay?” Both ponies nodded as they spooned in the straw. “Okay, well it looks like you have the right idea, getting back to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”



The next morning they were not roused by Duncan but by a large rosy cheeked woman with a slight limp. She bustled into the stall and slopped hash into their trough.

“Up you get my dears, eat your breakfast. I need to get you washed and clean right away.”

Huugaan and Kaal looked at each other and shrugged and tucked into what turned out to be fairly decent hash.

After eating they stood up to see what was going on in the stable. It was clear the mares to be sold were washed and tacked already. Standing in a group tethered neck to neck near the wood-burner. Huugaan was pleased to see Titch and Nomad were not among them.

The woman who had fed them spotted them standing and bustled over.

“All eaten up are we. Ooo you finished it all, did you like it?”

Both ponies nodded.

“Good to hear, well my name is Barbara, but I expect Mistress from you ponies. Though don’t be alarmed at that, I just like the ponies in my care to know who’s in charge. Now Duncan has asked me to work for him, poached me from the Crop and Saddle up the street with a lovely raise. Now, my dears, we need to get you two clean and ready for your trip to the market.”

Barbara then limped over to the burner and filled a bucket with water that had been heating on the stove. The wash was lovely and throughout Barbara kept up a monologue of questions and observations that she clearly expected no response to.

“Haven’t you got long legs dearie… Oh and look what they’ve done to your foof… They are wicked those goblins… Dearie those chains look heavy for your nose… Hold on, you’re Molly! Oh my… Well, if the goblins ever got me I don’t think they’d put me in harness, not with my gammy leg… What lovey dark skin you have my dear, and such a pretty smile… That collar looks heavy, can I take it off to wash your neck? No? Well, I can get the cloth inside…Is this string supposed to be here? No? Then off it comes..Ooo look you’ve got a bouncer, your owner must like you lots. Does she ever tickle your button for you as a treat? I hear many do…”

Washed and dried Barbara helped them into their freshly polished boots and put their saddles on. She was just putting their bits in place as Mistress Kel’der and Mistress Kor entered the stable.

In fluent goblin tongue Barbara called out, “Just putting their bridles on, ladies, will have them there in a second.”

Once the bits were in place Barbara led the two ponies over to their owners, “Well they’re fed and watered and I gave their boots a polish. Master Duncan wishes to extend his deepest apologies, for last nights shenanigans. I’ve given both ponies a once over, and they don’t seem to have come to any harm. Obviously their stay here is free of charge.”

Mistress Kel’der seemed happy with this news and thanked Barbara, before mounting Huugaan and leading the mares for sale out of the stable. Mistress Kor rode Kaal up abreast of her sister as the party walked to Market. Huugaan listened in as the two resumed a conversation that had obviously started over their breakfast.

“So the innkeeper was not involved?” Asked Mistress Kor.

“Apparently not. It was he that pointed out that the girls alibi was a heap of lies. There was no way Kaal’s mother could know her daughter was alive. Their motive it seems was purely financial with revenge an added bonus.”

“What are you going to do about that? You can’t chain Huugaan up every time you dismount.”

“I agree, so a trip to the smith once these mares are corralled.”

“Okay, count me in too. This won’t delay us on the homeward trip will it?”

“Sister, I strongly suspect the journey back will be at less than stop speed regardless. There is a strong chance we will have two new mares to escort home.”

“Why bother. Just sell them here and now.”

“We’ll triple their value if we take them back to camp and train them.”

They duly arrived at the pony market. Huugaan was surprised how many ponies were up for sale as well as the variety of sizes and shapes. One pony looked to be seven foot tall and a couple of others looked to be twice, or even three times, Huugaans weight, yet they stood the same height. Their massive breasts hung pendulously, their arm bindings biting deep into the fat on their arms. Perhaps Barbara was wrong about the goblins putting her in harness thought Huugaan.

All of the ponies in the corral had tight fitting black leather hoods on and numerous goblins stood on the fence rails inspecting the goods. Huugaan shivered at the thought of being put up for sale like that. Mistress stroked her head in a soothing manner. Aware her mount was reacting to the sight of the market.

The auctioneer approached and Mistress Kel’der dismounted. She walked away a bit and after talking to the auctoneer for a bit indicated to Mistress Kor that the ponies should be handed over. They continued talking as Huugaan watched from her position, kneeling where she had been left. The auctioneer kept pointing at Huugaan and Mistress kept shaking her head.

Eventually Mistress returned and mounted her pony. Huugaan rose up on command and Mistress trotted her over to join Mistress Kor.

“I could see him asking,” observed Mistress Kor, “how much did he offer?”

“Fifty gold pieces, that’s about two hundered claw I think.”

“Yet you still said no?”

“Huugaan is special and I don’t just mean pretty. She’s fast and quick witted. She was born to be a pony. I could buy a hundred more that looked like her and not have everything this mare does.”

“Except there aren’t a hundred more that even look like her.”

“Exactly. Even the auctioneer admitted he’s only seen one other black pony.”

“So the smiths then?”

“Yes, the smiths.” The goblin sisters turned their mounts and set them to trot up the street.

Huugaan tried to work out what they could want at the smiths but aside from something to stop her being stolen she could not think.

Arriving at the smithy Mistress rode Huugaan right in under the thatch before dismounting. The smith was a mountain of a man, stripped to the waist, pounding a sword out on an anvil.

Seeing Mistress Kel’der he placed the sword in the coals and walked over. Mistress met him half way and shook the giants hand. Huugaan could not hear their conversation over the roar of the coals but they were clearly discussing her. Mistress then returned and produced a small key. She then unlocked and removed Huugaan’s collar.

Huugaan did not know what to make of this. The thing had not been removed since she had been made a pony. At first she had hated the thing as it bounced on her neck when she ran, but over time she had become accustomed to it. It felt odd now that it was not there.

Kaal was brought in to the smith too and, after joining her sister, Mistress Kor handed over Kaal’s collar too. What was happening?

Mistress returned and stroked Huugaan’s cheek, “I’m going to leave you in the care of the smith my pet, I want you to be a good girl and do everything he says.” So saying Mistress actually kissed Huugaan’s cheek before walking off with her sister.

Confused Huugaan looked over at Kaal who simply shrugged at her as if to say, “I don’t know either.”

The smith ignored the two mares and worked on the collars at a bench. He was using a small hammer and what looked like a sharp tool but to what purpose Huugaan could not guess.

Eventually, after about half an hour, the smiling smith crossed over to the ponies and squatted down before them.

He turned to Kaal first.

“Hello Molly, sorry to see you this way.”

“Not your fault, Pete.”

“Hmmph, well you’ll know better than me now, how’s it working out?”

“Better than you could have imagined.”

“I’m getting an inkling,” he whispered.

He adjusted to face them both.

“So girls,” he boomed, “do you know why you’re here?”

“No, Master,” responded Huugaan.

“Well, your owners love you very much. They’ve both decided that they’re never going to sell you. That you’re not just working mares, but their pets. Family if you like. Though don’t get any ideas, you’re still slaves too.”

The smith showed them their collars.

“So they’ve had me engrave your collars. I don’t know if you have your letters but the top line reads ‘Property of’ and your owners name in goblin script. The second line is the same in common. I’m going to put these back on and then ruin the locks so they cannot be removed.”

The smith stood up and bellowed into the gloom at the back of the forge, “Hen?”

“I’m here Peter what is it?” Asked a plump but cheerful woman as she stepped into the light.

“Bind these two fillies to the bench please dear. Heads towards the paddock if you could.”

“Certainly dear, can I ask why?”

“It’s working, love, it’s working.”

“What is?”

“The plan, dear. These two mares are pets. I’m fitting permanent collars. There owners love them so much they are never for sale.”

“Oh, Peter that’s wonderful.” She turned to the ponies. “Oh Molly! I heard…” Hen crossed over and knelt, giving Molly a hug. She then backed off and rubbed a tear from her cheek.

“Okay you lucky girls, up and over to that bench there. Then lie face down with your heads towards the paddock.”

Both ponies stood and followed the orders. Though Huugaan could think of no reason why they needed to be strapped down to have their collars put back on.

Once in place Hen used broad leather straps to secure the ponygirls in place. The smith then put their collars back on, the click of the lock snapping in place somehow sounded louder to Huugaan this time.

The smith then soaked two towels in the quenching trough, before stuffing the dripping cloths under the backs of the collars and wrapping them around the ponies necks. The smith then returned with a small crucible and Huugaan watched as molten metal was carefully poured on Kaal’s collar. The crucible was returned to the coals and after watching the metal for a bit the smith dumped a bucket of water over the head and neck of Huugaan’s lover. As Kaal spluttered at the shock of the cold water the smith started the repeat of the procedure with Huugaan.

Huugaan felt the heat of the molten metal at the back of her neck. But before it became too much she too had a bucket of cold water dumped over her. Luckily, for her, she was expecting it.

Peter, the smith, then sat down at the head of each of the ponies and attacked the backs of their collars with a large file. Then, after, he rubbed his work with a rag soaked in oils. The straps were released and both ponies got up and took turns inspecting each others collars. The keyholes were gone. The collar had been an irritant and then an irrelevance. Something she tolerated because she had no choice. Now it meant something. She was the property of Mistress for life. She would die in this collar.

Kaal and Huugaan were led into the paddock by the smiths wife. On returning into the forge the smith and his wife embraced and kissed. What had they said about a plan? Why had they been so delighted that Mistress was keeping her? For that matter how did she feel about that? She would never be sold, neither would Kaal. That was good. Very good actually.

Kaal bumped her from behind. She turned to see her lover, indicating with her head, that she should follow her. Huugaan trotted after her mate to the other side of the paddock. The paddock must have been behind the guard house, because in a large open cage sat two women. They were dressed in the black robes the rustlers had worn last night. Each had heavy iron manacles on their wrists and similar shackles on their ankles. Around their necks were heavy, rusty iron collars too. One of the women Huugaan did not recognise, but the other was Mary.

On the other side of the cage were the ponies owners, two goblin guards, and a tall thin man dressed in black robes. They were in animated conversation with the caged women. It was too far to hear, but it was clear the caged women were pretty miserable, while the goblins seemed very happy.

Abruptly the unidentified prisoner started attacking Mary, using the manacles on her wrists to deliver blows to Mary’s head. The ponies watched fascinated as the two guards rushed to unlock the cage a pull the women apart. Mary was dragged from the cage, bleeding from the head, and taken into the guard house. The goblins and the man followed after. The stranger, alone in the cage again, collapsed and started sobbing.

Guessing their owners may be returning, the ponies made their way back to the forge side of the paddock. The guess proved well founded and after a few minutes Mistress Kel’der and Mistress Kor came into view.

The ponies were fetched and made to kneel, that the smiths work could be inspected. Both goblins were clearly delighted with the collars. Payment was made and Huugaan was surprised to receive another kiss on the cheek from her owner as she climbed into her saddle.

The smith and his wife continued to show undue happiness at this turn of events. Almost as if they had engineered Mistress into sealing Huugaan’s collar themselves. Something Huugaan thought very unlikely, given the conversation she had overheard earlier.

The two goblins returned to the inn, handing their mounts over to the care of the new stable maid, Barbara. The ponies were once again put in a double stall and Barbara took out their bits and removed their boots and saddles.

“You’re in for the day according to your owners. I can see the look in your eyes, you young fillies, and I want no horse play from you until after lights out. Am I clear?”

Both ponies smirked and in unison delivered the required, “Yes, Mistress.” They promptly snuggled down in the straw and discussed the recent events.

“So it was Mary,” Huugaan started.

“Yep, the bitch, but she’s in hot water now.”

“What will they do to her?”

“I think they’ll either hang her or give her to our owners. From what we overheard on the way to market that’s clearly what they expect.”

“Just for attempting to steal us?”

“The law is very clear on the issue in Anzeg. Humans don’t touch or interfere with ponygirls. Goblins don’t touch human women for twelve leagues around Anzeg or within. To violate the truce is to risk death or be handed over to the goblins. I’m twenty three summers and I’ve never even heard of anyone being so stupid.”

“So curious Mary will get to find out if it hurts to be made a pony personally.”

“Looks like. I can’t say I’m looking forward to the journey back in her company.”

“Why were the smith and his wife so happy our collars are now permanent?”

“Ahh, I can tell you that, if you promise never to tell another living soul.”

“You’re the only person I get to talk to most of the time anyway.”

“I’m serious.”

“Okay, I swear.”

“Zoog’s new ideas that made his tribe rich. They were all the smiths.”

“What?”

“The smith’s ideas. His sister-in-law was captured and made a pony. He freed her but she later died in an attack on a boarder fort. Recognising he could not kill the goblin race, he tried to think of ways to stop them taking, killing or maiming so many women.”

“So how did he do that?”

“He taught Zoog to care for his pony. So she would live longer.”

“How did you find this out?”

“Where do you think the smith drinks?”

“Oh! Hold on, if you know how many other people round here know?”

“Most of the smith’s friends.”

“So what’s with the swearing?”

“So Zoog can keep face, no other goblin must know.”

“Ohhh, I see. So Mistress kissing me?”

“She cares for you. Loves you as you may once have for a puppy. You don’t eat your pets and you look after them and treat them nice. So long as our owners stay out of battles we should get to wear these collars for a very long time.”

“That’s fine with me, so long as I get to do it with you, love.”

The ponies did indeed get to spend the rest of the day in their stall. The hash that evening was as nice as breakfast and the lights were turned down in the evening, after the door was visibly locked. Huugaan and Kaal then did indeed indulge in some muted horse play.


Two days later the party was heading for the city gates. Huugaan was itching to run having finally got bored of being cooped up in the city, having to walk everywhere. Once again Huugaan and Kaal were free of any burden but their riders.

Hal’tal now had two ponies tethered behind. He had held on to Titch but Titch was suffering as behind her was Mary. Mary had yet to be cut but as she was naked, had an ironwood bit in her mouth and a load of grain on her back, the only clue she was not a yet a trained pony, was the tears streaming down her face, along with her skinny legs and her fat arms. Titch was aware though as each time Mary faltered or stumbled it was Titch’s collar that got yanked about.

A problem Nomad was enduring too as she found herself between Mary’s accomplice, and Haakhaar’s mount. Both Nomad and Titch would have bruised throats by the end of the day. But then both the new pony’s to be, would gather some new bruises overnight.

As they cleared the gates Mistress Kor pulled up Kaal and Mistress Kel’der pulled up besides her. They turned their ponies so they could see the two men hung in iron coffin cages either side of the gates. Held rigid by the tight web of iron, travellers in and out of the gates flung rubbish at them as they passed.

“The two mercenaries you hired my dear Kaal,” informed Mistress Kor. “The court decided that since they lied about your fate, they had planned to abandon you all along. The sentence is a month, which I would guess will kill them. I do not think anyone will give them food or water.”

The goblin riders turned their mounts again, facing out onto the Stepp.

“Come sister, let’s put the city stink behind us and go home.” They whipped their ponies to a sprint, but they did not really need to. Their mounts were just as keen to get home too.


Epilogue.

Kel’der and Kor rode their ponies through the camp. The summer had been hot and, while turbulent grey clouds covered the sky, the humidity was high and the day a sweltering one. Kel’der was pleased though that Huugaan seemed to cope well in the heat. Obviously her native lands were hot and while the mare did not enjoy the cold she out performed all the others in the summer.

While feeling smug she caught sight of little Pooka. He really was a sad little thing at the moment. His father had died in battle, three years ago, and the young lad was fiercely determined to prove himself a warrior.

Unfortunately, without a dad to guide him, he was making quite a few basic mistakes. The first was his pony. He’d been the one to snap up the thief from Anzeg, the one that had been called Mary. As a new filly she was too inexperienced in battle. He should have gone with an older mare who had learnt to trust her rider and who obeyed instinctively. As they were both novices they were making all the mistakes in the book.

He had also decided to make his pony look as fierce as possible. It’s shaved skull sported the clan sign of the blue hand proudly tattooed on both sides, and beautiful rings in the pony’s eyebrows. A striking nose hook passed over the top of the mounts head, where it was attached at the back, to an impressively tall leather collar, with three long needle like spikes set in the front. Not content with the hook, Pooka had put a large ring through the septum too, and was using mouth pullers, instead of an ironwood bit, for control, as well as a ferocious countenance.

The breasts looked truly fearsome, set with two rings each. The first was at the base and constricted the blood flow enough that each breast, quite large on such a small pony, had swollen to form glorious red balloons. Through the nipple of each breast a large ring hung, each nipple ring was in turn beautifully decorated with remnants of the pony’s original hair. Through the body of both breasts Pooka had, quite impressively, driven a single ironwood shaft. Rings in the shaft, one each end, stopped it from sliding out and kept the breasts squashed together. From each of those rings hung chains, that attached to the heavy ring set through the pony’s, bewitching, stretched and distended, labia. As a treat for his mare, the kind hearted Pooka had set a ring in the beast’s clitoris too.

Unfortunately all that magnificence was marred by the plethora of cuts and bruises the pair also wore, as they fell prey to every practice spear, arrow and sword that the other trainees wielded. The pair made a very sorry sight, as they walked back from practice. However the training master was good at his job. Kel’der had no doubt both rider, and pony, would be a credit to the clan in the end. Those cuts and bruises at least proved the pair were trying hard.

Huugaan gave a snort below her. Kel’der patted her faithful mount. They’d done nothing today but inspect operations at the camp, she needed to stretch the mare’s legs. Impulsively she turned to her sister.

“There’s a waterfall about three miles from here. The pool at the bottom would be a good place to wash the ponies.”

“Sounds like fun,” was Kor’s amicable response.

“Brilliant! Race you.” Kel’der gave a firm strike of the girlthrash to Huugaan’s rump. The pony leapt away at full tilt. Kel’der grinned manically, leaning forward close to Huugaan’s head, as she whipped her steed some more. The speed of this mare was breathtaking. Huugaan was truly magnificent. Kel’der loved her pony so much. Screaming, and whooping with glee, Kel’der plunged into the forest, as Kor gave chase to her sister.