(Bad End) Goblin Mount

Red Spirit jerked her head as the reigns pulled, indicating a stop. “Mmmmppphh,” she whined through her bit gag, moreso out of habit than any real protest. Real protesting had stopped months ago, back when she thought of herself as Christina. The goblins, in particular her little master, Gloq, had ensured that such thoughts were removed from her with careful conditioning. That first month in particular had been hell as the goblins broke her. It was physical, with all the whipping, piercings and branding. It was mental, like how they referred to her as an “it” or how they treated her as a beast. It was emotional, restricting her limbs, mouth, eyes, and even her sex, all as a way to condition her for her new life. A simple life. A life where she just had to follow the reigns.

Red Spirit was grateful, of course, now that she had accepted her new role. Her life was so simple now. She just had to follow her reigns, pull her goblin master well, and she would be rewarded. Rewarded with a warm pile of hay to sleep in, a good meal every night, and if she was a good mount, a nice “home in the hay” with her goblin master.

Ponygirls, or as the goblins called them, ‘girlriders’, were a relatively new custom some of the goblin clans had adopted. Given their small size they weren’t known for traveling great distances, making goblins clans rather sedatary. It turned out that humans made the perfect mounts: they could easily fit a goblin on their shoulders, unlike a horse they could climb steeper slopes easier, and they were more pleasant to look at. The last one was crucial to the goblins; being cruel and wicked creatures, subjecting their captives to this fate was like a big joke to them. There might be some mounts that are slightly more efficient but none that were as fun to torment.

Gloq had been especially cruel to Red Spirit during her “breaking” process. The poor girl was made to suffer some cruel humiliation, such as being whipped for even attempting to speak the human tongue, being **** to do training laps for hours every day, and **** to drink special aphrodisiacs that kept her in constant heat. The days of intense labor combined with the humiliation of feeling constant pleasure at her own suffering caused her to break after only a few days. She was so convinced she was truly a beast after only a week that she didn’t even mind when her right ass cheek was branded with the tribe’s symbol. She knew she was a pony and that it was only proper to be marked.

She gave a pleading neigh as they stopped to make camp, hoping that she earned some water at least…if not some release from her heat. They had been traveling for two days now as part of a scouting party. The clan recently decided to expand its slaver operations and saw a market in selling girlriders to other clans, and to do that it needed more slaves. So Gloq was tasked with scouting and raiding some local villages, to find more cattle for them to train.

Red Spirit was oblivious to all of this, of course. As a simple beast there was no reason to inform her of their plans. She wouldn’t know of their intentions in till the raid was complete and the new ponies were chained up in a coffle and marched back to the caves. Red Spirit would actually be ecstatic at the sight of more girlriders, sisters she could bond with. But before that could happen, before they could move out, there was something that needed to be done first.

The girlrider let out a low, pleasurable moan as Gloq slid his hard cock inside her exposed pussy. She was virtually naked, of course, except for her knee-high boots, her iron collar, head harness and gag, and leather arm binder. Both nipples were pierced with heavy, iron rings, and of course she had the scars of her brand on her rear. This left her body open for her master to play with whenever he saw fit, which was often. He bend the girl forward, pushing her to her knees and forcing her head to the ground, ass up in the air. Fucked from behind like a beast, humping her master’s cock in heat. Red Spirit never felt more happy or complete as an orgasm rocked her body, filling her simply, pony needs.