World of Girlriders

Alicisia

"Get off me, you little freaks! Let go!" I was being dragged around by goblins! I, Alicisia, Inquisitor for House Simorea! How were they so strong? How were they holding me so tightly?! They were completely disgusting - the opposite of everything beautiful and wonderful about the drow. Green, horrible, misshapen little lumps of flesh and bone, looking like they'd been dragged across five miles of bad road and smelling like a slavepit's trash dump. They growled at each other in their horrific, degenerate little language.

"Enough! Enough of this!" They pulled me down to the ground. How?! I tried resisting; I tried slipping out of their bonds, but I was very much trapped within their grasp. They had me face-down on the ground; I had dirt all over my face now. One of them stood before me, and I looked up at him. He grinned maniacally and pulled out a knife. No! No! I would not be dying at the hands of one of these monsters! It shoved its knife against the collar of my shirt and then something much worse than death happened.

It began to cut away at my clothing.

"No! No! Nooooooooo!"

It cut through my clothes! By Lolth's mighty cries, it was cutting through my clothes! I felt the air and sun kiss my body. I was being stripped naked! Humiliation burned through me. I struggled harder than ever. It was useless! I was being stripped naked by a goblin and I couldn't do anything about it! It was like some horrible nightmare that I couldn't wake up from!

The goblins peels my tattered clothing off like a layer of skin. My firm buttocks were exposed to the air. They wrestled my arms behind me and began tying them together. This wasn't fair! This wasn't fair! This wasn't what was supposed to happen! I was an Inquisitor! An Inquisitor, damn it! I was supposed to be a mighty blade of the drow empire, not a naked slave!

The filthy goblins tied a leather strap around my mouth and some kind of leash around my neck. They then pulled me up to my knees. My breasts, freed of my clothing, bounced around awkwardly. The ground was rough against my skin.

"Up, girl!" said the lead goblin in filthy Common. Its rough, disgusting voice was even worse in that degenerate tongue, mangling what beauty there was in it. I shook my head, groaning 'no'. ARRGH! There was a sharp, powerful pain across my buttocks! I looked back, and a goblin was holding a large paddle. ARRGH! The goblin brought it down on my behind again! It hurt even more! Tears began leaking from my eyes. What was happening? What was this? Was this all some terrible nightmare I was suffering? Was I condemned to the Hells without noticing?

"Up, girl!" said the lead goblin, more firmly. I growled at him. ARRGH! I was struck across the bottom again! And again! And again! No! No! "Up, girl!" Finally, I relented. I raised one knee. My breasts bounced, humiliatingly. With all my strength, I raised myself up on two feet, stumbling as I did so. "Kwaz," said the goblin. He jerked on the leash, choking me slightly, and I stepped forward. I managed to keep pace with him as he walked forward.

What kind of situation had I gotten myself into here? I felt the cool earth on my bare feet. I looked around in confusion. I was naked! Tied up! Pulled along like some kind of animal. Somebody help! Please! Somebody please come save me from these goblins!

Vesker

I stepped into my new house. "By the Gods! This is huge!"

"It is! This is amazing!" My wife, Zekka, followed me in. "I've never seen a house this big before!"

The entrance area itself was bigger than the hovel I'd stayed in before this. There were grand stairs up to a second level, where I knew there were half a dozen bedrooms. I could see the door to the kitchen on our right, and there was a lounging area to our left which the stairs rose over. It was gorgeous wood panelling.

"It feels so big and empty," I said, almost awed.

"We'll be able to fill this with whatever we want now." Zekka turned and grabbed me around the waste, her pudgy little belly bouncing up against mine. "The Gods have been good to us."

"I agree," I said. I kissed her. "The children will be excited. They'll be fighting over which of these rooms they'll get. And we could give them two!"

"I'll have a space to do my art!" Zekka had a gleam in her eyes.

"Yes, and I will be able to read. I'll be able to keep an entire library if I wish." I looked up at the house. "We're the luckiest goblins alive."

I walked out of the house and up to the hitching post where my ponygirl was resting. She was playfully scratching at the ground with her foot. She was a beautiful creature; a thin female human with very straight brown hair that fell down to her neck. Unlike other ponygirls, she had smaller breasts and buttocks, though she was about thirty years old. Obviously, she had her arms strapped behind her in order to strap her saddle to her back. It accentuated her beauty; human bodies are one of the most gorgeously constructed things in the world, with their soft skin and many rounded features. My ponygirl - whom I called Cookie - had sharper features than most humans; her chin was triangular and her nose thin and long. But she was still round in other places, like her buttocks, thighs, and ears.

Sure, having a ponygirl had become a status symbol, but I loved having a naked human around simply for their aesthetic value. Cookie was as much a work of art as the paintings my wife intended to put on our walls. Seeing her brought me peace, as if I were in the right place at the right time. When she saw me, she straightened up, ready to be obedient and alert to whatever I would ask.

"Dahngerl," I said as I approached her. It was a human word I'd been taught in rearing ponygirls. She obediently crouched, allowing me to swing my legs up and over into the saddle on her back. My legs hugged around her side, and I could see around the back of her head. I had her soft human smell right in my nostrils, as well as the sweet smell of the soap I used to wash her this morning. "Uppgerl," I said, and she elegantly stood up.

I loosened the leash around her neck and left it hanging around the post. "Forward," I said. She started moving, her feet slapping against the ground. I felt majestic. I felt powerful. I was a goblin riding a naked human woman; I bounced up and down in my saddle as she moved. I felt powerful. I felt majestic. I was a goblin riding a naked human woman; she was beautiful and strong, and I'd harnessed her power. She was trained to my whims and a reflection of who I am as a goblin.

Joan

I looked down at my reflection in the pond. I was naked, aside from the straps around my body holding the saddle upon which Mistress was perched. My body was firm and muscular; a precision instrument, honed by years of use by Mistress. It was covered in blue tattoos; meaningless to me, but presumably of significance to Mistress, and I'd seen them used on her home, her banners, her guards, and her carriages. My arms were tied behind my back, under Mistress's legs. I had a metal contraption strapped into my mouth; I had long stopped feeling its presence.

My hair - raven black - was cut short; nearly shaven to the skin on the sides, but left long enough to get wavy on the top. I was wearing a crest around the top of my head with a large blue feather. I had a ring pierced through my nose like a cow, and piercings through my nipple to which both bells and straps were attached. There was a collar around my neck with a silver love heart attached. I was a beast and I knew it.

My face was still that of a human. I saw intelligence, curiosity, even wit. I was hit by the image of this woman with hair down to her shoulders and wearing a red sweater and long black skirt, standing in the bathroom of her workpla--

I felt my left nipple twitch and move as Mistress pulled the rein attached to it. I turned left without thought. "Kwaz," said Mistress gently. I walked forward along the forest path. The sound of her voice brought me joy. I want to be good for Mistress.

Vesker

I was sitting in the back of a cart with my son at my side. My friend Girtz was driving up front, with his two ponygirls pulling at the front. I had to admit - despite my initial reservations at the laziness, this was a totally relaxing way to get around.

"Why are we riding in the cart, Daddy?" asked my son.

"Well, we have to get to church. And Gritz wanted to show me how it is to ride on a ponygirl cart."

He looked over to the ponygirls. "I think it's good. I like not having to walk."

"I like it too."

"I told you that you would!" said Gritz, laughing.

"Yes, fine," I said, pretending to be grumpier than I actually was. "You were right and I was wrong."

My son and I walked into the church, holding hands. It was the most gorgeous building I'd ever seen; constructed out of grey stone, with varnished brown wood finishing the inside. There were many beautiful pews made out of the same wood. What really caught my eye was the stained glass windows showing images of goblins. I'd never known goblins could look so mighty! There were pictures of goblins in gleaming silver armour and wielding the most incredible swords I'd ever seen. There was a scholarly goblin, pouring over a book in a library. My favourite, naturally, was the one riding a ponygirl, who was rearing dramatically.

I nudged my son. "I want you to look up at all of this, son. I want you to know you could be any of these goblins yourself."

He looked up at me, his eyes wide and his big ears up at attention (rather than flopping down like they normally do). I saw him look from window to window. "There's so many..." he said with wonder.

"That's right." I felt wistful as I spoke: "When I was a boy, we didn't have these kinds of opportunities. Us goblins were just fodder for the humans, elves, and dwarves to slaughter, to improve their combat skills. We lived in hovels and caves, and our lives were pitiful."

"What made things different?"

I smiled down at him. "The gods decided that it was our turn. They blessed us with new powers, and they brought us images to chase - the buildings, the ponygirls, the farms."

"Did the gods make them for us?"

I shook my head. "No, my son. They just put the images in our minds, so we'd know to go and make them ourselves. We still have to do all the hard work, but the gods told us it was possible." I took hold of his hand. "I want you to know that you're part of a very special generation of goblins. You'll be the first of us who could really do whatever you wanted, at the grace of the gods. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Do the best you can to be happy. That's all I ever want from you."

"Yes, Daddy."

Suzanne

I ran in fear. Goblins were charging into town! The smell of fire and smoke filled the air. A clump of gross matter - something black and smelly and oozing and made of flesh - splattered on the ground next to me, scaring the shit out of me. I heard people screaming. I turned to see goblins leaping on a woman - the local medicine woman! A woman older than me! They pulled her to the ground and started tearing into her clothes with a knife. She screamed as she tried to bat them off, but they simply ripped her clothes off. Her screams muffled as they shoved a cloth in her mouth and tied it around her face, and they started tying her hands behind her back.

No! They wouldn't do that to me! They wouldn't do that to me!

I ran. I had no idea where I was going, only that I wouldn't be here. I went around a corner. No! Goblins were waiting for me there! I turned to run the other way. No! No! Goblins had gotten behind me! They were rancid little creatures; green skin, massive eyes and noses and ears, all triangular, like they were made entirely out of edges. Their eyes and teeth were a gruesome yellow. No! This couldn't be happening!

Pain! Pain in my legs! I fell to the ground, right onto my hands. I looked back. My feet were entangled in bolos! Before I could bend back to untangle them, I was surrounded by goblins. They sneered at me as they grabbed my arms and legs. They were so strong! I felt a warmth go through my body. One of them started cutting at my clothing! My beautiful clothes, handwoven by my grandmother, torn to shreds! The warmth in me intensified, and I realised I was aroused. Those filthy goblins! They must have cast some magic on me to make me more compliant.

As they tied my arms behind my back, I felt the humiliating arousal set in. I was pulled up by the hair, and even that pain was turning me on. One of them gagged me with a piece of my own clothing, and another tied a leash around my neck. I scowled at them all.

"Up, girl," said the one holding a knife. I stumbled to my feet. I knew when I was defeated. The leader pulled on my leash, and I walked behind them, barely able to see through the arousal.

Vesker

"So now what?" asked my son. The service was over. The other goblins stood up leave the service.

"Now it's time for you to go back home," I said. "You need to help your mother unpack in the new house. I know for a fact your things are all over the place."

"Aw, but Faaaaaather..."

"Don't give me that. You have a great capacity for sorting and organising that remains untapped. Go." I kissed him goodbye. "Your mother is already out front. I'll see you later."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go exploring the Overbush. My boss thinks there's treasure out there that will help us better connect to and serve the gods."

"I want to come!"

"What did I just tell you?" I said firmly. "You have your own work to do. I'll take you later."

"Goodbye, Father," he said sullenly.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I was riding Cookie. The forest was quiet and peaceful. I love the air out here. It smelled so fresh and earthy. I could hear the hooting of a bier bird, and the light tweeting of a flitcher. The ground crunched under Cookie's feet. She looked around. I could feel her openness to the environment. I knew she felt that our time in the forest was the best part of her day. I'd never understood why humans wore clothes; they clearly felt so much more in touch with nature when they were naked. I could see goosebumps on her flesh reacting to the wind. They were so much more sensitive to the weather and environment than goblins; they could feel the wind and temperature more strongly than our thick, rough skin could. Surely thick clothing would only separate humans from that?

I nudged her flank gently with my feet. She pushed forward. I loved the way I lightly bounced in the saddle. I didn't jiggle and shake the way humans do. Their flanks, their breasts. Even through their restraints, the fat in their bodies would shake. Cookie was particularly thin by human standards, and even she has so many wobbly bits. I think it's why we find them so cute. They also look fragile, though they have an intense endurance that makes them so good as work animals. We'd been out here riding for hours, and she hadn't slowed down at all. Hmm. Perhaps we should get back. It's getting late.

The Goblin Bible, Song 31

And lo, Fezzit the Goblin did go unto the land and was lost in the Overworld for some time.

And lo, Fezzit the Goblin did find the Waterfall of Gebrat. And it spoke unto him, and he asked: what is?

Hello, young Fezzit the Goblin, said the Waterfall of Gebrat.

Waaaa! cried out Fezzit, for he was utmost shocked.

Fear nothing, said the Waterfall of Gebrat. I am here to tell you that you are special, and so are the goblins. The goblins will rule over all the other creatures - especially humans.

And lo, Fezzit's ear did perk up at hearing that. We rule over the squishies?

Yes, said the Waterfall of Gebrat. All they need is a leader and a little divine intervention. Simply swim in me for a moment, and you will feel it.

Okey dokey, Fezzit did say.

And lo, Fezzit dived into the water, and he did stand under the Waterfall of Gebrat, and he did let the water run through his hair. And lo, he emerged from the water, and he said Hmm. This is new. I'm having thoughts. And he did look down at his goblin body and say Hang on. Look how weird my body is. And how dirty. Hmm. I gotta fix this somehow. And lo, he did head out into the forest, thinking the problem over.

Vesker

I was riding Cookie through the meadows near town. The fresh summer air was beautiful, though I was glad I'd slapped on some bug juice. Cookie smelled strongly of it, as I'd wiped her down with it before we left. I then saw some children fishing by the pond.

"Hi, children," I said as I approached. "How's the fishing going?"

"Great, mister!" said a young boy. He grinned at me impishly and gestured to the big pile of fish he'd caught.

"That's good. I thought I'd come here with my own son and... and..." I looked down at a talisman sitting next to the fish. "What is that?"

"I'unno. It was on one of the fish. Imma put it on my dad's ponygirl."

"Do ya mind, son, if I take it with me? I believe that this may be a sign of an oncoming problem, and I want to take it back to my people and work out what's going on here."

"What's the problem?"

"Might be nothing. Might be a sign some bad goblins are coming for us."

The boy's eyes widened even further than they naturally did, and his ears stiffened. "Gee, mister, you'd better take it then." He picked it up and handed it to me.

"Thanks, son. I'll bring it back as soon as I can."

Suzanne

I was led into a barn. There were already women here, lined up in stalls that had large, metal gates on the front. They were all nude like myself; many of them had tan lines where they'd had saddles strapped to them. They were standing at attention with their hands behind their backs, completely expressionless. Their intensity frightened me; I stopped struggling completely, allowing the goblin leading me on a leash to pull me up to an empty stall. As it unlocked the gate, I looked around; women of all different body types, simply standing still. I was pushed into the stall.

"Down, girl!"

I crouched. The goblin removed my restraints and the gag in my mouth.

"Up, girl!"

I stumbled to my feet, imitating the stance of the other women. The goblin closed and locked the door, then walked out. Immediately, the energy of the room shifted. The women all relaxed and started talking to each other. I looked around, baffled. They were talking to each other about their hair, about their day, and about other things they'd seen.

"So, Becky said to me, right--"

It wasn't just that they'd simply paused their conversations as another women had been brought into bondage; it was as if they weren't naked slaves used as animals by goblins. They were talking like normal women.

"Hey."

I looked over. The woman in the stall next to me was looking at me. Everything about her body was big and round. Her body was pear-shaped, with big round hips; her breasts were large; her face was round and her bushy brown hair made it look rounder. Most of all, her eyes were big and round; they filled with a natural, curious intelligence. She was standing at the barrier separating our stalls; there were large gaps between the wooden slats that made them up. She smiled at me.

"Hello?"

"I'm Wendy," she said. "What's your name?"

"Suzanne."

"Welcome to the barn, Suzanne." She reached out a hand through the bars of the stall. I took it.

"What even is this? How is everyone taking it so well?"

"Well, what are ya gonna do?" said Wendy philosophically. "I tell ya, in the time I've been here, I've seen women get angry and fight and struggle. And I tell ya, it's way easier just to work with it. It's not so bad, anyway. I was a seamstress back in the regular world." She showed me her calloused fingers. "This place is much better in some ways. Pulling carts and carriages for a few hours is really easy compared to those twelve hour shifts. And they feed us really good meals three times a day."

"They do?"

"Sure. It's a mash served in a trough, but it's really delicious. And you'll feel yourself getting stronger and better over time. Frankly, I find it all quite comfortable."

"Isn't it humiliating to be naked all the time? And tied up?"

"I don't even notice. The human body is the human body after a while. And we're kept comfortable."

"What about the..." I leaned in. "What about the sexual arousal?"

"The what?"

"Whatever they're giving us to be turned on. I can still feel it lingering."

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

The way she looked at me, I knew she was telling the truth. Oh gods. I was horribly humiliated.

Vesker

I entered the Mayor's Post. It was a large, fine building; the inside was a gorgeous wooden panelling, and there were paintings of famous goblins within that covered the walls - as well as large pots of flowers everywhere.

"Is it true?" asked the Mayor, as soon as he saw me.

"Here it is, Mr Mayor." I presented him with the trinket the boy had found.

"Oh no," he said, taking it and holding it up. "This is disastrous."

"What is it?" asked a young woman who walked up next to me, staring at the trinket.

"Vesker, meet my senior warlock, Gabby," said the Mayor, gesturing at her. "Gabby, this is Vesker, one of my trusted soldiers."

"This, Gabby," I said, "is a fetish from the goblins across the Exclusion Zone. They're foul beasts, representing everything goblins used to be. The only thing they learned from us is the process of training ponygirls, and they do it cruelly and carelessly. They're violent thugs and we want nothing more to do with them."

"How come I've never heard of them?"

"We keep their existence a secret, for the most part," said the Mayor. "We don't want goblins to be afraid of them."

"But if their fetishes are coming down the river..." I said.

"Then they're probably not too far behind," said Gabby.

"Exactly."

The Goblin Bible, Song 37

And lo, Fezzit did spread the word of the Gods, and they saw his strength, and they did begin to believe.

And lo, as they did begin to believe, they found their strength did increase tenfold. They gained no weight nor did their muscles increase, but their strength was that of many humans.

And lo, Fezzit did say Guys, I've learned that the Gods have said it's our turn. The Gods have totally decreed that the age of Man and Elf and Dwarf is over, and now we get to be the ones in charge. We had to put up with all that stupid 'getting murdered' and 'being there to farm for loot' crap for so long, and we just had to bide our time until now. And guess what? We get to ride humans like horses! They're totally gonna be our mounts.

And lo, the goblins did let out a mighty cheer, and they did all agree that they would be better and kinder to those below them than the other races had been to them, and they did begin to paint their visions of riding the humans, and they did agree that riding humans like horses would be the best part of being civilised.

Vesker

I rode Cookie through the forest as fast as possible. Her feet slapped against the mud, and I could feel her muscles burning, but to her credit she never wavered and never slowed down. Then I heard it: the strumming of a lute chord, and then a magical explosion. Oh, gods. Cookie stopped, nearly sliding across the mud, her head fearfully bobbing around. I gently scratched her on the back of the head, calming her down. I then nudged her forward.

We moved through the bushes, and I saw her: Kail Sny. She was decked out in her elaborate clothes; a white shirt with a blue jacket over it and brown pants. And, of course, she was holding her magical lute.

"You fool!" she cried out. She was facing down a small squad of orcs, because of course she was. Two of them were currently on the ground, puffs of grey smoke coming from them. "I'm powering up!" She strummed her lute and squealed, and a burst of magical energy came from the tip of the lute. It burst between the orcs, enveloping them in magical damage. Two of them fell over dead immediately; the last one ran away. "You'd better run!" she said, shaking her fist. She turned. "Oh, hello Vesker."

"Hello, Kail." I nudged Cookie to move forward.

"That's a beautiful ponygirl you got there."

"Yeah. Things have been going good for me. I even have a house now."

"Well, aren't you special," she smiled sincerely. "You've come a long way since the early days. Me, I'm still playing for money. Still singing for my supper."

"I have something that can help you out. I need your help, and I can get you paid."

"What's the job?" She took out tobacco and started rolling a cigarette. I could feel Cookie tensing. She hated smoking. I moved upwind.

"I need to stay alive in the Exclusion Zone. I think baddie goblins are moving through there."

"What? That's insane. They'd be killed pretty quickly."

"Nevertheless. So are you in?"

"Of course I'm in! It sounds fun."

Kail could be so predictable sometimes.

Joan

Mistress rode me back onto her estate. It was comforting to see home; Mistress had a small, humble lot, and her house was less ostentatious than those of her neighbours. We had passed so many big, stupid estates with garish colours, and houses that were bent at ridiculous angles, shaped in ludicrous ways, and otherwise seemed at odds with being something a person lives in. Mistress's house was just a house. Though I'd never seen the inside of it, I could only assume it was as simple as the outside. She took me around the side to my barn, where as expected I saw her workhands prepping around the stocks. They had buckets filled with soapy water, as well as sponges - including some on sticks.

"Down, girl!" she said.

I crouched down, and she climbed off me. Her youngest goblin workhand - a young male with a nicked ear - began unstrapping the saddle from my back. He then strapped a leash around my neck and spoke: "Up, girl!"

Up I stood. He led me over to the stocks and, anticipating him, I laid over them. The goblins then began scrubbing away. It was heavenly; the workers were so gentle on my skin; they rubbed away the dirt and mud I'd collected over the day. All I had to do was stay still. When they finished, they dried my body with the softest towels in the world, and then they began applying ointments and creams that softened my body and left it smelling fresh and warm.

When they were done, one of them smacked my bottom and I rose. I sniffed. I was led into the barn itself, and I felt very warm from a fire that was started in the fireplace. I was taken to my stall - a larger pen that left me completely alone. I stepped into the stall and faced towards the door.

"Down, girl."

I got on my knees. Workers undid my restraints, including the gag in my mouth. I didn't move my arms, despite their freedom.

"Up, girl."

I stood up, staying in the same place as I watched them walk out of my pen. They closed and locked the door. I watched them walk out of the barn, and I heard the heavy THUD! as they closed and locked the front door.

My muscles relaxed. I walked over to my bed of straw and fell back. It felt nice.

Vesker

I rode Cookie back to my home. It had been a long day, and I could feel her getting tired. She was covered in dirt and sweat. I saw my son coming out front to greet me.

"Boy! Go set up the cleaning rack!"

"Okay, Father!" He ran back to the barn and opened it up. I rode in, called for Cookie to get down, and slid off her back. As I unstrapped the saddle from her back, my son poured some warm water into a bucket from the tap and lathered up some soap with a cloth. I called Cookie over to the rack and ordered her onto it. She laid down over it obediently, and I strapped her in.

My son passed me a cloth, and together we washed her down. She grinned through her gag, enjoying the warmth of the water and the way it was cleaning her. I felt so in touch with her - as if this were bringing us together, as master and pony. When we finished, I dried her hair, scrubbing it with a towel, and she wrinkled her face and smiled.

Suzanne

I stood in the pen with my owner on my back in a saddle. I chewed on the bit in my mouth. The arousal simply wasn't going to go away; no matter how often I had my hands restrained behind my back or the gag in my mouth, it would turn me on every single goddamned time. And the air on my naked body, out here in public, would never stop feeling humiliating and yet weirdly sexy. I had to deal with this.

"Zek... Hoo!"

There was the sharp sound of the whistle. The pen door clicked open. I bolted, as I'd been trained to do. We were on a track, with naked women to my left and right being ridden by goblins. It was a race, of course. I felt my master's whip hitting me on the buttocks! Ouch! Ouch! I'm running, you bastard!

I ran. Hard. I pushed all my arousal into running; it was the only real way to deal with it. I felt the wind in my hair, I felt the goblins cheering as they watched us. I just put all that horny energy into running. I felt tears coming out of the sides of my eyes, I was so devastatingly horny! God damn it!

Master pulled on the reins, trying to stop me. "Letz! Letz!"

I stopped, looking around. Huh. I'd won. There were all the women, just catching up to me now. I felt myself struggle to breathe a bit. But I'd won. How about that?

Vesker

I stopped over by my good friend Tink. He had risen up in the ranks alongside me, and been rewarded with his own home at around the same time. Unlike me, he wasn't married and had no children. He was out on his farm. I ambled over to him, watching him stand over his ponygirls as they pulled on a plow.

"Those are beautiful ponies, Tink," I said. I was being honest. One of them was blonde, with pale milky skin (I could only assume he spent a fortune on creams and oils). The other had black hair and a copper tan. Oddly, they had almost identical bodies; thinner, with smaller breasts, and their hair cropped in the same way. Their hands, of course, were restrained behind their backs, and their bodies were held to the plow by a yoke.

"Thanks," said Tink, smiling proudly as he allowed them to stop. They huffed behind their gags. "I only recently got these on our last expedition through a portal."

"They're letting you go through a portal now?" I was genuinely shocked. Very few goblins were ever allowed to do that. I'd had the opportunity but passed on it, fearing for leaving my wife and child without me.

"Yep. There are some strange human buildings past it. Buildings that go all the way up into the sky. And large metal carriages that move through the streets."

"They can't be that dangerous, if you managed to seize ponies."

"It took all the magic we have, my friend."

"I deeply respect your bravery, Tink, but I much prefer my family."

"Understandable! Men like me go out and do what we do so men like you can tend to your families."

Joan

I was led up to the stage. There were a hundred chattering goblins watching the last woman be led off-stage, over to her new owner that was paying for her. My master pulled me onto the stage, up those tiny goblin-sized steps to be on display. This wasn't the first time I had been auctioned off, but it still made me nervous; I could feel my master gently stroking my side to keep me comfortable.

I felt all those eyes on me. I was a product in that moment, ready to be sold off.

The bidding began. I didn't understand what the auctioneer was saying, but such things are universal. I am beautiful, strong, and compliant - I know this. He was probably also making things up about where I came from and what I could do.

The important part came. He started counting. A goblin placed a bid. Then another. Then another!

The bidding was going up drastically. I was overwhelmed. I had no idea I was so expensive! I could barely handle the confusion here. What was I to the goblins?

Vesker

As I moved through the village, I heard a noise. I looked over. It was the drow ponygirl again. She was shouting her cacophony as her owner - a rather unpleasant goblin named Deetz - was dragging her over to a punishment stock. I didn't approve of Deetz or his approach to caring for ponygirls. He was quite strict with them, using punishment much more than I thought acceptable. Admittedly, I'm pretty Orthodox in my approach; our Gods teach us that, unlike those On Top before, we are to be caretakers that are kind to our ponygirls as we use them. We are to be better than they were.

Still, it was Deetz's place to decide what he did with his property. I watched him shove a sock in the drow's mouth before gagging her as his workhand shoved the stocks over her, locking her down on the ground. Deetz then took out a large paddle and began spanking her. With the first hit, she had an expression of absolute shock (which she seemed to have every time this happened). As he continued, her shock turned to rage, including tears of rage. She kicked and screamed through her gag as he continued to spank her, as he always did. I honestly didn't know what Deetz expected when he kept spanking her.

But as I was internally speculating this, something funny started happening: she stopped kicking and screaming. Deetz continued to spank her, but she simply laid there and took it. He spanked her five more times, and then undid the stocks himself.

"Uppgerl!" he said. And what do you know? She started pulling herself up - awkwardly, stiffly, but obediently. I was kind of surprised; I was so used to just being nice to my ponygirls that I didn't think being violent and crude would ever work. As he led her away, her causing no trouble, I found myself wondering if maybe this was a drow thing.

Waterfall

If you were a ponygirl and were put up for auction, would you rather be sold for a lot of money or a little?

Joan

I was pulling a cart with my new master in it. Alongside me was another ponygirl. She was blonde, with the biggest eyes I'd ever seen in my life. We were gagged and strapped to the cart together, so I couldn't really make conversation with her. I'd pulled carts and carriages before, and as always, this made me feel particularly like an object; a dumb brute with no purpose beyond the pulling of heavy objects. I was simply moving in one direction, eyes ahead. The world was reduced to whatever was right in front of me, as well as the strain on my back from pulling the heavy weight of the cart.

We stood in our large stall in our barn, facing the door, our hands behind our backs, as our master closed the door. We had both just been washed; scrubbed completely clean of the dirt and dust of the road. He walked out, shutting the barn door behind him. The blonde turned to me and smiled.

"Boy, that was a long day!" she said. Her voice was strange. She held out her hand. "I'm Ruby!"

I looked at her hand, confused. "My name is Joan."

She looked uncomfortable for a moment, then grabbed my hand and shook it. "Wow, you girls of this world have very different customs to me!"

"You are not of this world?"

"No! I'm from a planet called Earth. Well, specifically New York City - I was a stockbroker back in my old life." She walked over to our bed of straw and fell backwards. "Man, there's so much physical labour in being a slave to goblins, ain't there?"

"You know what we are, and yet you seem to take it all in stride." I walked over to the bed, standing over her.

"Well, what can you do? I tried fighting it at first, but then I got spanked a lot. And it seems to me that you women are taking it in stride better than I ever could. The last barn I was in, there were dozens of women, all gossiping and talking like they were old timey secretaries."

I had no idea what she was talking about with that last part. "You have been brought through one of the goblins's magic portals?"

She nodded. "That's right. I was on my lunch break at work, walking through the streets in broad daylight, when a portal opened next to me. These little biggers come out of it, grab onto me, cut my clothes off with a knife, tie my hands behind my back, gag me, and take me back to theirs!" She looked down at her own body. "Still, you've got to laugh, right?"

"I don't know."

"I gotta admit, it's nice to know I'll never have to do taxes ever again."

She continued to talk - about her previous life, about where she had been since coming to the goblin lands. It was a remarkable thing; I'd never met anyone so relentlessly positive, particularly about our situation.

Vesker

I walked into my home. There was the smell of freshly baked bread in the air. The house was so much different from when we had started; for one thing, the wall was covered in a mural my wife and our son has painted (though, of course, my son had mainly contributed handprints on the lower section of the wall).

But there was also the furniture we had purchased that had filled out the room; a long dining room table from which we hosted our dinner parties, and a comfortable chair for me by the fire, and the shelves of books we had bought that I would read to my family at night before we all went to sleep. Things were good. I had built something worth protecting here.

Waterfall

If you were a ponygirl, would you be a good one? Would it be worth fighting, or would it be easier to just give in?

Joan

"Down, girl!"

Ruby and I crouched down. Our master removed first my gag, then Ruby's.

"Eat!"

We leaned over into the trough and began eating. We were simple animals, eating food from a trough. But it was so delicious; it was mainly oats and milk, but I could taste berries and honey in it. I felt the gruel drip down my chin, but as my hands were still behind my back, there was nothing I could do to stop it from dripping down my face.

When we were done, having eaten the entire trough together, my master used a simple cloth to wipe my face. I could smell lilac on the cloth. It felt gorgeous against my face, and I felt very clean.

I felt very good.

Vesker

I was riding Cookie through No Gob's Land. Alongside me were Kail and Tink, each of them riding their own ponygirls.

"Last night a crow dived onto a snake, only for the snake to turn into a dragon and kill the crow," said Kail. "An ill omen, I fear."

"It would be wise to treat any moment in this place as deadly," said Tink. "All omens are ill when heading into No Gob's Land."

They were right. I felt a sense of dread moving through here. Cookie was moving nervously too; she was turning her head to look around constantly. What did she know that I didn't?

Gabby came bounding out through the trees. "Nope! Don't go that way!"

"Gabby!" I said. "You didn't find any food."

"I found a thing that might make us food," she said cheerfully. "There was a monster out there. Some kind of giant elk with six eyes, and giant horns, and leaping from tree to tree!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"It was a monster! I saw it leap at a deer and kill it in one swoop!"

I looked down at Gabby's ponygirl. She was panicked and crying as well. Gabby was telling the truth.

"Let's get out of here," I said. "If we do come back, it's with a bigger army. I don't want to lose any of you, or our ponygirls, to that creature."

Joan

I was running through the forest. Master was on my back. I saw her to my right - Ruby, with Mistress riding her. She was practically a blur, moving between the trees. My heart was racing. My feet pounded against the forest floor. I was thrilled. We were winning the race.

Ruby and I ate gratefully from our trough. This time, the food was something savoury and crunchy; I think it had eggs in it. I heard Master talking in a hushed voice with another goblin. I paused. I still couldn't understand the goblin language, but I could hear scraps of familiar words. I peeked over the trough and saw them talking - Master and a strange goblin I'd never seen before. They were talking quite animatedly. I didn't know what they were saying, but I felt a sense of dread come over me.

Waterfall

Do you ever get bothered by having to wear clothes all the time? To keep having to decide what to wear, to have to buy clothes all the time, and to clean them? How much of your life have you spent folding laundry? It's been a lot, hasn't it? Don't you ever just wish you could go naked all the time? You're a beautiful person, after all. And the sun is good for you. Frankly, it's strange that human beings are expected to go clothed all the time.

Vesker

I sat in the library. It was a massive, quiet space. I loved looking around it. Goblins had spent years building this place up. It had eggshell-white walls and deep, brown mahogany framing sections - the bannisters, the shelves, the window frames. There were tables carefully placed all through the rooms. Dozens of goblins were silently reading. It was peaceful and it was calm.

This is what everything was building to. This is what I spent my life trying to find. I was calm. There was no work to do. Or - yes, there was work to be done, but I wasn't the one being asked to do it. My son was sitting in a chair, reading. When I was his age, I could never have imagined sitting in that chair, in this place, reading that book. I walked over to the shelves. I needed to appreciate my situation, and the vast improvement over what it was before he was born. I grabbed a book off the shelf that looked interesting; a book on architecture. I sat it on the table and started reading through it.

Waterfall

Don't you get tired of having to make decisions all the time? You have to go into work. You have to go to the grocery store. You have to vote. You have to keep your house clean. You have to socialise. You have to exercise. You have to keep up. You have to slow down. You have to be happy. You have to care, but not too much. Surely it would be so much easier to just be a pet, right? Where somebody else makes your food for you, and makes sure you're clean and strong and healthy. Someone to keep a warm place for you. All you have to do is let them ride you, or perhaps use you to pull carts or carriages.

I mean, look at your life now - you spend all day bored and exhausted anyway. You get home and you're too tired to do anything, and you don't have the money to do anything anyway. Surely, from this perspective, being a ponygirl would almost be better, wouldn't it? Perhaps being naked and restrained all day would be humiliating, but how does it compare to your life now? How often are you humiliated and made to feel small and weak and at someone's mercy and not gotten free food and lodging out of it?

And do you get to be beautiful during it? Ponygirls pulling carts are beautiful. Ponygirls allowing small creatures to ride them are beautiful. It's not so bad. You become a symbol of strength and power. You show what the human body is capable of. Everybody loves looking at a naked human body. And you'll know for a fact that you're being useful, too. You're doing something physical and tactile with an immediate response. Life becomes simpler. How is any of this a bad thing? How is it anything but a good thing?

Think about it.

Alicisia

I'm a good girl. I pulled the cart behind me as hard as I could. Master whistled, and I slowed down like the good girl I am. We stopped in front of his house. As Master climbed down, his servants surrounded me, unstrapping me from the cart. I obediently stood there.

"Down, girl!"

Down I got. A leash was strapped around my neck.

"Up, girl!"

Up I got. I was led to the barn outside the back of the house. A servant opened the door, and I was really excited to get in and get washed. I was delighted to see the station was already set up, and I moved quickly over to get into position.

I was a good girl.