© IronHawk-R
This is the amazing work of IronHawk-R and is the third of three pictures produced based on Girlrider IV which in turn was inspired by earlier pictures of goblin girlrider's by IronHawk-R
Posted with permission.
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.