Stabled Pony

Once you were securely, and frustratingly, belted, events proceeded apace. You and your fellow Mount were trussed up on a hitching post next to a trough of water. At your side, the She-Orc plunged her face into the water and greedily lapped up as much as she could.

You eyed the pool wearily. You were used to drinking water from streams and ponds, but there was something uniquely degrading about drinking this way. Once more, you found your knightly pride at war with your perverse side. Ultimately, the victor was neither. You were too thirsty not to drink. At first hesitantly, you lowered your face in to drink like a horse.

You spied your Hob-Goblin captors cooking at a firepit by the side. You strained to see what they were cooking, hoping for a bite of it yourself. However, your restraints didn't offer you a chance to see. When it was time to feed you though, it wasn't from whatever fresh food they had. Two goblins, your "master" and the older goblin , walked over to you with leather muzzles.

When they strapped it to your face, you discovered that it had been filled with a strange sort of stale, near-flavorless biscuit. Evidently, they didn't much care if their ponies liked the taste. Still, you'd eaten worse things, and quickly scarfed it all down.

When you finished, the goblin unstrapped the muzzle. Then, he said something unintelligible to you and presented a small blue ball. It looked like a type of candy. Still, for all the humiliations you'd endured today, you just weren't ready to be hand fed by him. You whined into your gag and turned your head away, half expecting some sort of punishment for this little act of defiance. However, he simply shook his head and wandered back to the group.

Afterwards, you were led into the smaller of the two buildings. A damp, dark shack filled with soft straw. Through your horny brainfog, you reasoned that this was meant as some sort of stable. To your side, the She-Orc was being stripped out of her harness, with her restraints replaced by more rudimentary leather cuffs. They didn't intend her to sleep in full gear.

As you took in your new surroundings, your luxurious accommodations, you idly thought of eight different ways that you could escape this building, even if they decided to lock it. You'd been so unprepared for the erotic ****, so it had been easy to temporarily forget that you weren't really helpless at all. You imagined waiting until nightfall before bursting out of this meager prison. In a way, that disappointed you. This would be more fun if you actually were as helpless as a village girl who'd been honestly captured.

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