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Its the year of the horse, post ponygirls
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please 300 pictures
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Fuck these captcha....
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All the rest would be more of this style bondage vs overt pony imagery, a huge pile of western-esq from sirjeff's archives, and endless AI slop.
>enslaved the wife into a ponygirl - built a collection for reference
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A snip from a much larger cartoon, youll have to hit gurochan for since all the rest isn't gonna fly here.
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Pt. 1
Here's what I have as foundational worldbuilding.
What aspects would you recommend adjusting, expanding, removing?
Setting: Gorbrea is a land where humans are subject to the dominance of goblins, a technologically and magically advanced race. The goblin society is rigidly structured, with goblin males at the apex, presiding over human females, who are esteemed for their fertility, beauty, and vital roles as bi-pedal mounts for the goblins and as producers of both goblin and human young, and human males, relegated to the lowest tier, primarily for labor. The psychological conditioning of human females in Gorbrea is profound. Many come to view their roles as an essential part of the natural order, seeking to be the most obedient and pleasing to their goblin masters. Some even find a twisted form of love and belonging in their servitude, yearning to be chosen and claimed by the goblins who rule over them. The Humans of Gorbrea have long ago abandoned any notion of rebellion, instead embracing the comfort and stability that comes from serving their goblin overseers.
Core Societal Structure
- Dominant Race: Goblins (all male, hairless, green-skinned, pot-bellied, with oversized genitalia and hyper-fertility traits).
- Subjugated Races:
- Human Females ("Pohnees"): Bred as bi-pedal mounts, breeders, and status symbols. Conditioned to embrace servitude.
- Human Males: Genetic material donors for breeding farms; castrated laborers relegated to menial/degrading tasks.
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Pt. 2
Goblin Biology & Reproduction
- Traits:
- Excessive precum/semen production.
- Urine acts as a natural lubricant during sex.
- Erections don’t impede urination.
- Reproductive Mechanics:
- Impregnate any humanoid female (species cross-compatible).
- Gestation: 180 days. Birth triggers euphoric orgasms in the mother, followed by full bodily reset to peak fertility.
- Goblin fetuses override existing pregnancies, replacing non-goblin embryos.
Pohnees (Human Female Steeds)
- Purpose: Transportation, breeding, entertainment.
- Conditioning: Trained from infancy to derive pride from submission and service.
- Physical Standards (Bred for Diversity):
- Height/Weight: 4’10”–6’2”; 95–250lbs.
- Body Types: Pear-shaped, flat-chested, heavily breasted, petite, thick/voluptuous, tall/statuesque (detailed measurements provided).
- Aesthetic Enhancements:
- Variety of skin tones, all bred for beauty, occasionally oiled.
- Piercings, tattoos, makeup aligned with goblin preferences.
- Clothing: Functional (saddles worn on the lower back, reins, blinders) and decorative (luxury collars, intricate hairstyles). Pohnees wear various footwear depending on their role and status.
Human Breeding Farms
- Function: Industrialized reproduction centers.
- Females treated as livestock; males as disposable semen donors.
- No emotional bonds; strictly eugenics-driven.
- Outcomes:
- Female offspring prioritized (future Pohnees).
- Males culled or deformed for labor.
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Pt. 3 (Final)
Sexual Dynamics
- Goblin Perspective:
- Purely hedonistic. Humans are living sex toys/furniture.
- No concept of consent; use is arbitrary and frequent.
- Human Perspective:
- Females: Conditioned to crave goblin attention; orgasmic childbirth reinforces dependency.
- Males: No agency; exist only for sperm extraction/hard labor.
Cultural Norms
- Hierarchy:
- Goblins > Human females > Livestock > Human males.
- Taboos:
- Rebellion is unthinkable (psychological conditioning + brutal punishment).
- Emotional attachment (goblins view humans as objects; humans may develop Stockholm syndrome).
- Economics:
- Pohnees as status symbols (well-trained mounts fetch higher prices).
- Breastmilk traded as a delicacy/nutrition source.
Erotic Elements (Integrated Naturally)
- Themes: Power imbalance, dehumanization, grotesque pleasure-pain duality.
- Scenarios:
- Public use of Pohnees as mounts/sexual displays.
- Breeding farm coldness vs. hedonistic goblin excess.
- Human females orgasming during childbirth, reinforcing cycle of exploitation.
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Anons whats your preference for hoof shoes ? Feet above a platform, or feet inside the hooves ?
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I might be nitpicky, but to me, this stuff only makes sense if the rider is much smaller than the girl.
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>Start writing a goblin and ponygirl story to kill time
>More people read it than expected
>Get anxious about quality and stop being able to write anything
There's my blog, here's a ponygirl.
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>>11455853
>Start writing a goblin and ponygirl story to kill time
well? Aren't you going to post it anon?
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>>11455853
Yea post the story anon, I wanna read it.
IMO this is one of the better ponygirl lit I have read
https://www.literotica.com/s/goblin-pony
What makes this good is that the story does a good job describing what is going through the characters head when she is being trained to be a pony, what she is thinking and why she is submitting, how she breaks and why she becomes a willing pony
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Made this today. Year of the horse is going to be good.Apologies for 3DCG.
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>>11456814
This is what I meant with the second option.
>>11452421
But I guess those shoes usually come with an internal platform.
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>>11458263
These hooves are different. Feet inside the shoes. The platforms (hooves) are modified from this high-heel idea. I haven't gotten around to animating the compression of the hooves yet for this project, but... eventually.
There's some head-canon that goes with it. The compressed air from the hoof is slow-release. Ie, it bears the weight of being stood on fairly well for a couple seconds, but eventually empties into/inflates the dildo. HOWEVER, there's much less resistance to air re-entering the hoof. Bigger one-way air valve.
In this way, a pony wearing these hooves is incentivized to keep moving her feet. Even when idle, shifting from foot to foot, otherwise her insert(s) get a bit punishing.
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>Muscular amazonian warrior reduced to a beast of burden
https://exhentai.org/g/3541472/8bbb5f6279/
Too bad there is no actual pony content in the full doujin, definitely feels more like an prologue to a story that does not exist.
I hope the artist continues this story, would like to see more of the red haired barbarian turned into bondage slave
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>>11456814
Her walk-cycle is so aggressive I expect it to end with her mule-kicking someone/something.
>>11458274
That'd encourage a very particular way to walk. Putting as little presure on her feet for as little as possible. Or maybe the like it so much that they do it intentionally? Like a horse pawing at the ground.
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>>11458644
>Putting as little presure on her feet for as little as possible
If it could lead her to put all pressure on her toes then it would have a nice intended effect.
>>11458274
Could it inflate a corset as well ?
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>>11458644
I actually made a mule-kick animation to go with it a couple days ago, lol.
I’m playing around with making a ponygirl game, and demolishing things with kicks will be key to it.
>>11458667
Sure, it could inflate a corset. But I’m against it being one-way inflation like so many comments in other places asked for. It’s a closed loop of air. So, again, idling too long could inflate a corset to make it uncomfortably tight, or enforce better posture.
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>>11458825
There's always some aspect or partialization of ponygirl content that is either lacking, not gone into depth with, or simply not discussed. We might as well hash out what we think is overlooked in the ponygirl fandom
>Body-Mod: Musclutare
Horse are inherently buff, and if a Pony is to be paraded about she should look the part. Not sure how to turn "getting buff" into humiliation though. "Oh, your thighs are so thick with muscle now they rub against each other. Your pecs are so large they're pushing your horse-tits out so far."
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>>11459119
>Not sure how to turn "getting buff" into humiliation though
I think it works well if you combine it with her being much taller than her handler and less composed ( i.e. moaning like a beast in heat).
>thighs are so thick with muscle now they rub against each other
Thigh gap is better, leaves them much more vulnerable.
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Goblin Ponycart?
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I've decided to import my animations into Godot and make a little ponygirl game out of it. I'm slow, and not a game dev, but it'll be *something* for the genre eventually.
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Phenomenal, we'll take more now please.
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>>11460339
Do you have a horse model that could be her stall neighbour ?
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>>11460339
Nice, add some tedious fetch quest tier optional stuff too, like ¨run around the training course 100 times and get 1 apple as a reward¨ or something, I'm a sucker for submissive stuff like that.
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I have a lot....like way too much ponygirl stuff. I also have 3dcg I make...plus 3dcg from others. Anyone know where to find part one of this image?
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I do like that genre… but I’m going to go with a different game mechanic.
A small farm-centric world, with destructible objects. The pony/player is shut in her stall by her mistress/handler and gets to choose what to do for the afternoon. For example, do massive damage wrecking fences and such following her home, do mischief around the farm, or maybe, MAYBE even do ponygirl training tasks like a good girl.
There would be a couple tracking bars. Property damage, mischief, tiredness.
You do get tired. Running, kicking, pulling things… they drain your stamina. Eventually you sleep, ending up back in your stall with a new interaction from your mistress based on what your end-of-day stats are.
That could mean new restrictive gear, stronger doors and fences, praise and rewards—depending.
SO, it would be an open-ended game. No lasting consequences or game-overs, just unlocking responses/changes from your handler by reaching certain thresholds in behavior. (With some other more specific events if I can swing it.)
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Make your mistress a smol gobbo
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Work ponies aren't for breeding, at least not while they're in service. The right tattoo makes them incredibly horny and prevents them from cumming unless you explicitly order them to. Give them vague promises of a reward at some indeterminate point in the future and they'd work themselves to death if you ordered them to.
>>11461441
Idle hooves are the devil's plaything. A well-run farm can keep their ponies productive for 16 hours a day, and if there really is nothing for them to do then they can drag a tree stump in a circle until their rest time.
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>>11461459
And they really do need to be ordered to cum, permission doesn't cut it. It's great fun to tell a pony that she's allowed to cum, if she wants, and watch her rub herself raw on a fence post, crying with desperation. Bonus points if you whip her afterwards for wasting your gift to her. They really think it's their own fault and work extra hard to make up for it.
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What are some ideas for ponygirl breeding?
I was thinking it could be this social event where other owners (especially the owner of the ponyboy stud), industry heads, friends, family etc show up at the breeding shed to watch the restrained mare get bred by the stallion, with handlers present for safety, and then we all have a party after that.
Doesn't even have to involve breeding, you could just do an RP with two mares, with one playing the stud's role thanks to some attachments, for entertainment.
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Are there any discord servers dedicated to ponygirls ? There should be, given the big story scene on devianart.
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Ok anons, I'm very curious as to what your opinion is on ponygirls in chastity. Would you let them be free and easily accessible, or would you have strict belting/caging rules for them? Or would you even have any other favorite gear or uniforms that they'd have to wear?
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>>11463106
Buttplug with the ponytail is must. So that just leaves one hole. Even if the arms are unbound I think just a regular harness with a dildo or vibrating egg to keep a mare aroused should be fine.
Maybe a hole to leave the clit exposed? Otherwise they could try and rub against the harness to get off.
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So you mean 100% artificial insemination in a lab? Or some mare will play the stud to apply it?
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>>11463106
I am an extreme full belt/cage and bra enthusiast. Extra special bonus points for matching thigh bands, cuffs, heels and posture collars. Lock everything up for so long she basically forgets about the key. No escape for her, no control, every bit of her pleasure or lack thereof belongs solely to her handler/mistress.
Plugs and vibes and e-stim underneath are optional and a great way to punish and/or reward her. A heavy full-body latex suit is very highly recommended as well, as every proper ponygirl requires a thoroughly well-maintained shiny 'coat'.
I'm also much more partial to big ball gags or heavy muzzle gags as opposed to bits. I know bits are classic, but unless they're extra thick and mouth-filling they just won't get the job done.
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Any preference for body mods? Tattoos, piercings, hair removal, boobs/nipple/clit enlargement etc?
Also what about haircuts? Should mares be shaved bald at least during the training stage?
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>>11463106
I love chastity for ponies. I feel like it should be in proportion to the other freedom they have.
Allowed to roam, and not particularly restrained? Chastity. Harnessed, stabled, or otherwise kept under control? No chastity needed.
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Tattoos are okay, Piercings can be okay, particularly nipples/clit. I don't like piercings like rings used for leads or pulling--just decorative even if chunky. For haircuts, I say keep it. It's a nice identifier if it's a unique color and style. And you can't have a Ponytail without it, after all.
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>>11463155
I go back and forth on piercings a lot. I do enjoy some thick nipple and clit rings (especially when they're outlined underneath a tight latex suit, oh my goodness), but I also quite enjoy the pure perfection of unmarked flesh. Not really a tattoo enthusiast, though labels, barcodes or other assorted property-focused imagery on her gear or her latex are absolutely peak.
I'm a huge fan of body modifications that are borne solely from the exercises she'd be required to do as part of her daily routine. She'd have to partake in any and every type of physical labor that would increase and maintain the size and shape of her butt, thighs and legs. She'd have to keep a trim waist and a toned tummy (corsets can help there too) and to overall just be in peak physical and aesthetic condition. I also wouldn't mind a magical ponygirl drug that makes her boobs and nips a little bigger if they need to be, but that's not a hard requirement.
Hair is a very important part of a ponygirl's aesthetic to me and should be as pretty and alluring as the rest of her, though head shaving is still an option in very severe punishment cases. Freshly shaved bald under a tight latex hood is perfectly humiliating and overstimulating in just the right way, fuck. As far as any other hair goes, she should be eternally smooth and hairless, it's prettier and just easier to wear latex that way.
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I have a question of my own for you anons now.
What is the ideal ponygirl diet? Does she still get regular human food, or only something like nutrient paste that keeps her healthy but not much else?
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Personally I would still give her some human food still, at least if she's well behaved. It would be mostly fruits and vegetables as that's what ponies eat, so I hope she likes those. She would have a strict regimen of supplements though, as her work schedule and exercise routine would require more protein than her human food diet could possibly provide. This would come in the form of some truly nasty, foul white goop of unknown ingredient and origin, which could still be made palatable by adding flavors to it if she deserves them.
The removal of her human food options would be a nice punishment, with the unflavored goop becoming her sole form of sustenance. Make her suckle and throat it out of a thick squishy dildo for good measure. Force-feeding may become necessary as well as that stuff would not go down easy, but hunger and poor nutrition are absolutely not an option.
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>>11463462
Extra thick ponies?!?
No? O-ok.
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>>11459119
>Not sure how to turn "getting buff" into humiliation though.
It could work for a former member of the upper class (a deposed noblewoman, a kidnapped businesswoman, etc). She's spent her entire life living in luxury and leisure, only to be reduced to a mere beast of burden. Her body, once dainty and feminine, grows stouter and burlier under the strain of hard labor. Her skin, once pale and soft, is tanned by the hot sun and ravaged by her owner's whip. Her beauty and her pride both slowly ground away as she's brought down to the level of livestock.
>>11463155
Shave off most of her hair and style what's left into a mohawk. Gather the trimmings and attach them to a butt-plug. Boom, easy mane and tail.
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>>11463614
Her beauty and her pride both slowly ground away as she's brought down to the level of livestock.
NTA but just to add; without any mods, a human mares boobs would probably shrink or disappear from all that diet and forced exercise.
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The concept of intelligent goblins using their ponygirl mounts to also decieve and infiltrate human settlements for spying also is a pretty interesting concept
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>>11463641
>without any mods, a human mares boobs would probably shrink or disappear from all that diet and forced exercise
A breast reduction fetish might make me choose a foot fetish as the lesser evil of the two.
>>11463614
>Shave off most of her hair and style what's left into a mohawk
Mohawks and side-shaves are the styles I most associate with Ponygirls nowadays. Ponytails, of course, notwithstanding.
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>>11464017
Man, that comic is great. Here's hoping it continues for a while, I'd hate to see it end now when the MC is completely domesticated.
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i cant wait for feather to upload the next part. Being a guro artist, he really understands how to draw human anatomy.
The parts where the goblin ponymaster is training the queen are some of the best due to combination of the slow mind break and the anatomical changes that took place throughout the process.
One frame that was really fascinating for me was the one where he uses the buttplug that he made out of the queens hair as a decoration for his helmet.
Have you also read goblins counterattack by the same artist
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How world you world-build a stable thats more about racing / dressage than work ponies?
How do you reconcile the bdsm / slave aspect with the fact that such horse recieve five-star treatment and grooming IRL and that a competition mare can't be too 'broken' and needs to have some rebellious spirit?
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>>11459119
>Not sure how to turn "getting buff" into humiliation though.
2 options come to mind:
>Patriarchy method:
(If you're a man in decent shape) Train her for years to get her to peak performance, then pin her down and fuck her, to drive home the knowledge that she will never be stronger than you.
>Zero freedom method:
Just keep her tied up on a permanent basis (in changing positions during her rest time to avoid blood clots) so no matter how strong her body gets, it still belongs to her master.
>>11460580
>Maybe make it a racing game?
Played from a first-person view from the rickshaw rider's POV.
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>>11464104
>How do you reconcile the bdsm / slave aspect with the fact that such horse recieve five-star treatment and grooming IRL and that a competition mare can't be too 'broken' and needs to have some rebellious spirit?
BDSM/slavery doesn't have to mean they're badly treated.
Racing ponygirls get the best food and grooming whether they want it or not. Every nutritious meal lovingly hand-fed. Every inch of their bodies is carefully massaged and cleaned before they're put away for the night, tied to their warm and comfy beds.
And obviously their owners fuck them on a regular basis.
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>>11464104
It's important to make sure that ponies are more than just regular slaves in bit gags, and so their training does involve large amounts of pulling, even for show ponies. The ideal show pony has thighs thicker than her corseted waist, atrophied arms restrained nearly permanently behind her back, and surgically/hormonally enhanced breasts.
Human ponies have a better sense of cause and effect than real horses do and so their training can be much more advanced. While some trainers do like a token amount of rebelliousness, most high-end ponies can follow orders reflexively and immediately for hours on end.
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>>11464160
The zero-freedom method here is ideal, ponies should be kept immobilized when not working, training, or being "rewarded" by their trainers.
>>11463132
I'm also a big fan of heavier restraints and bigger gags. Heavy muzzle gags with small air holes are very good for simulated altitude training, and can be used as a punishment if necessary. Corsets and posture collars are essential for maintaining posture and body form. Latex suits are great, but might need to be omitted in warmer weather.
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Natty or steroids for the work ponies?
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>Latex suits are great, but might need to be omitted in warmer weather.
Oooo, I love the idea of this. She has to seasonally alternate between (mostly) complete and humiliating nudity, or being trapped 24/7 in full coverage latex.
I wonder which she'd like more, or at least dread less~
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Fuck it, since there isnt a lot of content surrounding this niche fetish. Im gonna start writing my own story.
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1648930
Check it out,
Should i quit, if not, gimme some more ideas for world building
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In Summer she's paraded around bare-naked except for wire-frame clothes made of jewelry chains that only serve to showcase how bare her flesh is to the world.
As it gets colder the jewelry is replaced by temperature-regulating latex material to guard against the cold. But the material is so skin-tight that it feels like she's even more naked than naked. Able to feel her fake skin grip her own flesh whenever she moves. The underwire pushing her tits up and out could also be a cause for her embaressment. Maybe. I don't know how Ponies think.
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Ponygirl game progress going well! that is... for someone who sucks at this and is learning as they go.
You can now misbehave. Busting through gates and destroying things lowers your "behavior." Ways to increase it (and rewards/repercussions) are on the way soon. Stamina is another early stat. It runs out through effort (like kicking and walking) and time, and reaching zero ends each day.
again, the plan is for how you choose to spend your day will affect what happens next, mistress behavior, devices, gear, jobs, etc.
Probably the first "good" thing I'll add is a treadmill. Where the player can spend time and energy doing obedient ponygirl training.
Open to other (particularly low-key not overly complex) ideas for good/bad actions. Hauling tasks? Someone said fetch quests--which I think will have their place here. Especially as I build out the farm a bit.
At present there are no NPCs. I want to keep it fairly minimal, but I have plans for a small handful. Mistress obviously, and maybe one other pony for starters. Although making them move and do things as NPCs is intimidating.
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>>11464578
Oh man. Stomp-a-mole. It's definitely going in.
And I also like the idea of delicate things being destroyed by accidentally walking on them rather than being deliberate attacks on things like gates.
Thanks for the suggestions!!
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Depends on what actions she can take
>Moving
Move in front of a door and basically block it with your heavy horsegirl body
>Forward Kick
Knock down applies from a tree
>Stomp
Crack a weak paving stone
>Low Leg Sweep
Trip another ponygirl up
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Hot. I like the idea that she's a proud mare that doesn't have to be bound, and actually wants to be a ponygirl, eager to transform from regular woman to a sex athlete.
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If I recall, >>11465049 was just a bonus page from another doujin and not part of the story.
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A more elegant ponygirl, from a more civilized time.
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A pony that says 'bruh' and pisses standing up over your prized peace lillies.
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A pony that nickers politely and bows whenever you pass by.
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Galadriel in the bad ending
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Im really not a fan of goblin riders, or the back riding thing.
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>Princess captured while travelling between cities
>Disappears for so long the kingdom announces her death
>Trussed up by slavers and sold off to a disgraced noble family holding a grudge against the queen
>Taken back to the capital and forced into full latex gear, facemask, always gagged in public
>Used as a common cart pulling ponygirl and stress relief
>She passes people she knows daily but can't communicate, whenever she tries she's whipped for disobedience
>Ending up years later pulling the carriage her little sister rides on during her coronation
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This is my dream ponygirl.
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> " Welcome to summer orientation. Some of you are new, and some of you were here in previous years. Those of you that are new this year, are probably curious about what to expect. Your friends that invited you may have told you some of how this works, but we do prefer to let the experience be a surprise. First, the harnesses you have been fitted with will be worn continuously for all 3 months. You will work with it on. You will sleep with it on. You will be bathed with it on. Some weight loss is not uncommon, so the harness will be tightened from time to time. Let me assure you that in time you grow accustom to it. The blinders will not be removed either. The bit gags will be removed when you are fed, but expect to have it in your mouth continuously otherwise. Some of this might be overwhelming to you, but by the end it will feel so natural that most participants actually end up wearing their gear home under their clothing. You needn't worry about your clothing and possessions, they will remain safely secured in a locker until the season has concluded. I can see that a lot of you are having a good look at our friend Lydia on stage here beside me. Isn't she gorgeous? That muscle tone. She looks like she could have been carved from marble. Don't expect these kinds of results in your short stay, our friend Lydia is in month 30 of a 72 month contract. Having said that, if Lydia weren't gagged, she might tell you that you can expect to work hard while you are here. We will work you until your legs give out, and then we will pick you up and work you some more. Expect to cry your eyes out in exhaustion, as I can promise you that we will show no mercy and don't tolerate any amount of laziness from our ponies. You will not sit or lay down while you are here. At night, a tether will help you to learn how to sleep while standing. Our friend Lydia doesn't even need the help of tether anymore, which is another reason you may want to consider signing up for the long contracts. "
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Ponygirls hate the hucows because they consider them lazy and prissy. Passing the milking barns often on their runs to see them lounging around on the pasture.
Hucows hate the ponygirls because they see them as showoffs, infeminine and rowdy.
Both sides thinking the other has it much easier.
Eventually all the mocking glares from the gagged ponies and taunts from the cows gets to be too much.
The two camps decide to try and fix relations by having a little week long switch of the worst offenders from each side.
Valuable heartwarming lessons are learned.
But now Buttercup lactates while she runs.
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Wait. What benefit to social, physical, mental, financial, careers, etc. does the ponygirl summercamp bring? Say, someone spends 6 years as a ponygirl at ponygirl camp, what do they do after those 6 years? Or is this a ballerina kind of thing were you only learn how to do ballet to teach ballet?
>inb4 it is absolutely disgusting that almost all female Olympians are career Ponygirls.
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Think of it like finishing school, or elite sororities. Career networks, connections, funding, etc. 6 yr is probs a bit long, but 2-3 as a pony slave. Learning, physicial fitness, health, connections.
Think of it like the Military - any society that accept female ponyslaves as a normal occurrence and not a death sentence of shame and social banishment - they would be enlightened enough to treat ponygirls like veterans. A social good for upward mobility and a better example for other females - educated, responsible, accountable, etc. Literally a better class of women.
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Ok hear me out guys, I just came up with something awesome: hucow ponygirls.
Impractical? Yes, but awesome.
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>"fatass milk tank, can you even walk!?"
>"what's up long face? heard you lost your race again?"
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Imagine a hucow with the budget to buy the accessories like a ponygirl does. She wears the cloven-hoof shoes. A good set of horns. Quality bell for her neck. She owns her own pump equipment.
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branwen is a great character, its suprising how little art there is of her
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>Ox-girls, a strange fusion of the ponygirl and hucow lifestyles.
>Ponygirls musculature is trained primarily for appeal, certain sects notwithstanding.
>Ox Girls train for strength only
>Hucows devote themselves to producing milk
>Ox Girls actually produce milk, but in seasons instead of year-round
Ox Girls having milk-seasons, where they're sedentary and milk-yielding, and off-seasons, where their milk dries up and they put themselves to work.
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>A pair of twin ox girls harnessed to a wagon, parked on the side of the road.
>They relax with their usual amount of boredom at the universe around them.
>They and the wagon gently rock rhythmically forwards and backwards while their owner humps one of them from behind.
>A pony girl trots by, her rider swatting her on the ass with a crop.
>The rider has a hucow girl on a rope leash, struggling to keep up.
>The hucow bellowing angry horse slurs at the pony girl.
>The pony girl mumbling cow insults through her bit gag.
>The ox girls quietly watch them pass.
>The ox girls momentarily glance at each other as if "did you see that?"
>The ox girls go back to waiting in quiet boredom as their owner continues to fuck rhythmically.
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>Farms don't own their own scarecrow, a temp job agency ships them in at the beginning of the growing season, already mounted on tall masts.
>She is expected to wiggle around to scare away animals that might come to eat crops.
>Job candidates must be natural "straw" blonds, and weigh no more than 110 lbs.
>Candidates cannot have allergies for bee stings, ants, pollen, or peanuts.
>Steel shackles maintain her t-pose for the duration of the job, day and night regardless of the weather.
>A gag is unnecessary, because the mast acts as an electric shock deterrent when it detects noise from the scarecrow.
>Incidents of maniacal laughter are generally limited to the early weeks of the growing season.
>Tiny speakers near the top of the mast play "If I Only Had a Brain" on a constant 24/7 loop, quietly so only she can hear it but can never block it out.
>Instead of climbing up to her mouth to feed her for meals, the agency has developed a convenient suppository that slow releases nutrients.
>Once a week a new anal suppository is inserted from below, and is shaped whimsically like an especially oversized ear of corn.
>At the end of harvest, most of the scarecrow masts are shipped back to agency headquarters so that the employee can be paid and released.
>Farmers do have the option to extend any rental contract to year round, if they think they have a need for a winter scarecrow.
>If you ask any of the scarecrows between season why they take the job, most applicants reply that at least it pays better than waiting tables.
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>She's sad the baby birds learned to fly, because it means that the family of small birds that made a nest in her pubes will soon movie away and leave her with nothing to watch all day but the wind blowing through the field.
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As sunset draws near, a hucow girl gets an idea in her mind, and slips away from the other hucows of the herd. She climbs over a short fence, carefully lifting each tit over. As the hucow sneaks across the road, she passes a ponygirl hitched to a post. They squint angrily at each other while the hucow passes and tiptoes into the cover of a tall corn field. Once in the field, she wanders the rows, looking for an ideal stalk of corn. The hucow picks one, and as she breaks off a single ear of corn, she notices a shadow moving. She starts to peal the husk to expose the corn while she looks back over her shoulder and notices the mast behind her. High on the mask is the scarecrow girl, looking back down at the hucow. The hucow waves sheepishly, "Hi". The scarecrow is shackled in her T-pose, and seemingly unable to talk. She just grins, and waves a hand at the wrist. The hucow explains, "I always heard that corn was especially sweet when it was freshly picked". The scrarecrow nods her head in acknowledgement. The hucow hums yummy noises as she digs into the corn, then ditches the cob, and picks another. She eats several, pausing frequently to converse at the scarecrow, who looks down silently listening. Eventually the scarecrow starts to tilt her head, waving her hands, as if indicating a direction. "IT'S ONE OF THEM COWS!" an angry voice from a short distance away in the cornfield. The hucow pauses "the farmer...". She grips her corn in her teeth, nabs a fresh ear of corn with each hand, and hoofs it into the cover of the field while the scarecrow watches her vanish. Hucow darts back out of the field, and is directly in view of the ponygirl hitched to the post. Hucow pauses, "how much for your silence?". The poneygirl mumbles through her bit gag and holds down a single finger below her arm binder. The hucow tucks a single ear of corn into the cavity of the ponygirl's binder, and then runs over the road, tumbling over the fence, and hiding in the herd of other hucows.
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A hucow quietly giggles to herself, turning around towards the gate of the barn stall. *click* The small bulb light turns on. A muscular ponygirl is standing in the gate, blocking the hucow from leaving. The ponygirl is wet and nude after her bath, with an expression of a cat that caught a canary. Her body is perfectly chiseled, her legs are built to carry weight, and her breasts have a perfect and unnatural form. Across her deeply tanned skin are lily white stripes where her harness would normally cover her. The ponygirl glared "Hello little moo cow. Are you looking for something? In my stall? Next to my shelf of riding gear?". The hucow was nervous, "I, uh, was just curious. You know. We, dairy maidens don't have this kind of stuff. Just the bell, and a couple little things.... I'll just show myself out". The ponygirl smiled, "Oh, let me show you around.". The strong ponygirl blocked the hucow's escape, "I insist". The ponygirl guided the hucow towards the shelf in the corner, "Better yet, lets play dress up. I bet we have the same shoe size." The hucow was too nervous to protest while the ponygirl started to equip her with hear. Clearly accustom to standing, somehow the hooves were put on while in a standing position. Skipping the harness, the ponygirl forced the hucow into a heavy leather corset that did nothing to support her enormous breasts. "I can wait", the ponygirl taunted, until the hucow exhaled again and the ponygirl could tighten the corset to the absolute limit of what the hucow could stand. Admiring her work, the ponygirl tugged on a leather belt loop on the side of the corset, "normally this would attach a saddle. The small fast one for the farmer, or the large one for when the farmer and his wife want to ride together. I don't think you can manage a passenger, so I'll show you some other fun use for them. The ponygirl applied blinders on the hucow's head, and a bit gag in her mouth, before gathering up the reigns and leading her through the barn.
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The ponygirl lead the hucow past other stalls, so other ponygirls could see and giggle. The hucow awkwardly followed, clumsy in the pony hoove shoes. The finally reached the destination, a treadmill at the end of the barn. The hucow mumbled in protest through the gag. "Come on now" the ponygirl chirped, "you wouldn't want the farmer to know you snuck in here, would you? I can just call him I guess, but he might punish you with another one of those injections, to double the size of these beachball udders of yours. I don't know how you carry around the ones you have". The hucow reluctantly stepped onto the treadmill, lifting her huge breasts up on top the hand rails. With a few quick clicks, the ponygirl had locked the corset to some chains on the side of the treadmill, ensuring that the hucow was stuck firmly in place. The ponygirl left her standing there motionless for a few minutes, and returned holding a ponygirl tail plug in one hand and a riding crop in the other. The hucow gulped nervously, gripping the handrails. The ponygirl turned a knob, and the treadmill started to tread slowly. The hucow made one clumsy step after another. The ponygirl sniffed the tail plug and then wiped it across the droll on the hucows gagged lips. The hucows eyes teared up, as the ponygirl chuckled, "So you're the one that's been putting tobasco sauce on our tail plugs". The hucow whimpered as the ponygirl easily slid the tail plug into the hucows ass, and spun it clockwise it for good measure. The ponygirl swapped the hucows ass with the crop. She leaned in to whisper in the hucow's ear "The trick is to not even try to block it out. You must choose to enjoy it". The ponygirl slightly raised the speed on the treadmill, "It's almost 10 now, and you don't need to be milked until 6, so for the next 8 hours, your live in pony land. When I'm done with you, you'll be sore in places you didn't know you had". The hucow whimpered sheepishly into the bit gag, at the ponygirl's mercy.
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>After a night of taking turns suckling raw hucow milk straight from the teet, the barn full of ponygirls spend the next month with drippy nipples of their own.
>Seems they should have waited for it to be pasteurized.
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>b-but I wanted to join the ponygirl camp!
>yeah, sorry girl. not happening with those udders, you're staying right here.
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If she's been putting gingering ponygirls then an 8-hour stint on the treadmill is the least she deserves. Farmers lose fingers if they get caught putting spices up ponygirls bums y'know?
But on a more serious note, appreciate how you don't leave the ponies stuck in their harness 24/7 and let them stretch their arms from time to time. Just because they've been relegated to the farmyard doesn't mean they should be treated cruelly.
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Inside the barn is where the get a chance to undress, unwind, and get their reps in. Of course they would never willingly go outside without their full gear on, which perpetuates the stereotype of horses running back into a burning barn.
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For farmgirls that are un-used to it the hucow milkers are going to be intense. Thankfully the hucows are not (too) cruel and are willing to help massage the ponygirls engorged udders and drain their aching teats after the day is done, and listen to light banter and taunting from them.
And if a ponygirl decides that she deserves a treat by drinking some more fresh hucow milk, and prolonging her milky misery... Well. They're all big girls. They can make and own their own decisions.
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The early morning and one of the ponygirls is awake while the others are sleeping. Somewhere on the farm the hucows are probably being hooked to the pumps for their morning draining. The ponygirl picks up a large carrot from the basket near the barn door, and cracks the wide barn door open so she can lean against it and look out. Not far from the door she sees the two twin ox girls repeatedly dunking their heads in the water trough and shaking the dripping water off. "Good morning", the ponygirl addresses the ox girls, between casual bites of her carrot. The ox girls look back, noticing the ponygirl, "oh, hey, mornin'". As the ponygirl is standing there munching, she wonders to herself what's keeping the corns attached to the heads of the ox girls, because it's obviously permanent whatever it is. Lost in thought, she accidentally fumbles her carrot a short distance away on the ground. "Five second rule", the ponygirl checks to see that nobody is looking, and tiptoes to the carrot to pick it back up. *click* The door closes behind her. The ponygirl realizes she's naked and outside, and rushes to the door. She pushes, but it won't open. "Help", she beats on the door, "Wake up in there! I'm outside and I have nothing." She's starting to panic. "Come on, open, I need my harness, and my hooves, and my binder and bridal! I'm unprotected! The world is HUGE and there could be wolves or coyotes or tax adjusters!". The ox girls see the panicked pony and go to lend her support, by hugging her from front and back. The robust ox girls are easy a foot taller than the ponygirl, letting the ponygirl hide her face in their bosoms. "Should we tell her it's a pull door from this side?" the ox girls whisper to each other, "Not yet. Give her a minute or two to calm down."
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Unfortunately not anon, I honestly can't imagine anything as peak as this generationally inspired shit. I don't read much erotica anyway, though I might go on AO3 someday soon to see what's out there.
I've considered writing a very small ponygirl-focused story myself, but the details aren't clear enough on what I'd actually want to write.
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The Carousel at fairgrounds is actually just a revolving display of pole dancing ponies.
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>>11473942
I think you could have either option, or even both at once anon.
>regular motorized carousel full of impossibly bound ponygirls
>fully restrained and contorted in lewd poses
>edged with vibes and toys that only work when the carousel is on and they have a rider so they're stuck in a conflict of whether they want to be ridden so their toys turn on or they prefer not to because they know they won't be able to cum anyway
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>the carousel is some kind of advanced manually-powered treadmill that works in a way where if all of the ponygirls walk it will spin like a regular carousel does
>the ponies are saddled and in their regular gear, bound and harnessed with only their legs free to work
>maybe some gentle edging or teasing from toys in a similar manner to before but nothing enough to fully distract them
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>same sort of manual treadmill carousel setup, but with some fully bound ponygirls and some doing the walking
>it's significantly harder for the walkers with less of them and more weight to move, so it's reserved for the strongest lifetime ponies and also the ones who are being punished
>the bound ones are tormented with e-stim whenever the walkers stop or slow down too much during a ride, just as an extra sadistic touch
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From a mechanical standpoint, the easiest way to design a spinning carousel that was also easiest propelled, might mean the carousel moved in the opposite direction to what they were walking in. Fewer moving parts, and the deck of the treadmill could still be fixed floor of the carousel. Suppose they were kept in position with a one-bar-prison, that moved up and down slightly as they walked. With the treadmill in motion, the many ponies would have no choice but to all synchronize their steps.
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>look at ponygirl story/pic
>It's turbo sadistic meat grinder goblin super rape garbage again
Why the fuck would you beat and injure your beloved pony? You know the girl that puts up with all of that ridiculous and uncomfortable bondage and dedicates almost all her existence to pleasuring you.
I'm always on the hunt for more soft-core ponygirl content. Why can't people just love their ponies man.
I'm gonna learn how to draw and make a ton of super cute stories myself.
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Damn. Oh well gl with the story. Do you have any anchor points to share?
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>>11474136
You're really based anon, I like you.
The story would honestly be close to Stables of Cyn fanfiction (or at least it'd be very derivative which I also kind of want to avoid), though with much less Mass Effect and more nondescript low magical fantasy. It'd be first person POV from that of a ponygirl, but I can't decide if I want it to be her introduction to pony life or something more slice-of-lifey.
gl to you too anon!
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Night, and the crickets are chirping. The two twin ox girls are quietly peering over a tall privacy fence while four ponygirls are peeking through cracks they've found in it. One of the hucow noticed the noise and lights, and snuck out of the cow pasture and across the lot to see what all the interest was about. One of the ponygirls turns around an noticed the hucow. They squint angry glares at each other and the the ponygirl turns back to looking through the fence. The hucow approached the fence, struggling to find a vacant crevice to look through, "no fair, I want to see too". The ponygirl glanced back again, and this time she crouched down on one knee, flexing her exposed fingertips at the tip of her arm binder, as indicator to sit there. The hucow saw the invitation to ride bareback, "um... ok", and clumsily climbed on the ponygirl. The ponygirl stood up to look through the crack in the fence again. The hucow's enormous breasts flanked the ponygirls head on both sides, and smushed against the fence, but at least the hucow could look over the top and see the goings on. The cowgirl was curious, "who are they?". One of the ponygirls to the side mumbled a reply through her bit gag. The hucow nodded her head, "they couldn't make much milk, they don't even have A-cups". The ponygirl started to started to mumble another much longer explanation while the hucow nodded and absorbed the information. The ox girls furrowed their brows in irritation, "Stop. This is bugging me.", and one of them reached over to unhook one side of the ponygirls bit gag, letting it dangle loosely to the side. "There" the ox girl was satisfied, "Now we don't all have to be fluent in gag-tongue to be in this conversation". The ponygirl collected her thought, and started again, "I was telling milkshake here, the newbies are ovine, so they don't make milk, they make wool". The hucow responded, "Shouldn't they be, you know, hairy?".
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Assume ponygirl powered. Components are
>Central Pivot
>Central Pillar connected to the Pivot
>Circular Stage that is connected to the Pillar
>Miscellanea
Usually a roof and poles to hold it and the show-ponygirls up
After that is setup, the work-ponyigrls are strapped to the circumference of the Stage and turn it around the Pivot. Since the whole attraction was set around a revolving stage the duration of a perfomance depended on how long the work-ponies could go for.
Notable Advancements/Changes
>Working water-breaks were the work-ponies are doused in and drank water as they worked
>Stages made of lighter materials without reducing integrity [spoiler]much[/spoiler]
>Smoother stage bottoms with less friction
>Longer-lasting lube on the pivot | pivot designs to allow it to turn with greater ease
>Placing down panels on the ground and lubricating them to allow the stage to move with less friction
And of course
>Dedicated show-ponies
Analogous to ballerinas
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The ponygirl shook her head, "No. They permanently wax off the stuff that doesn't sell, like regular bodyhair, and just keep the longer hair like the pubes and armpits and head hair". The hucow was a bit incredulous, "but that doesn't look long either". One of the ox girls chimed in, "The farmer shaved them before he loaded them on the cart so we could tow them back home. it's actually grown since then." The ponygirl agreed, "Yeah, I heard the farmer talking about it. The hair grows half an inch a day. It grows so fast that it doesn't pick up color, which is why their hair is white even though their skin is licorice colored. It's some kind of allergic reaction to a type of metal, so they hide a little metal rivet on their body to keep it going. By next spring their hair will be everywhere and dragging the ground". The hucow replied, "what's a rivet?". Ponygirl explained, "It's jewelry, but you can't take it off". The hucow nodded, "oh, it's like my brand" the turned momentarily to look at the branding mark on her ass, "Hey, how come only the milk maidens get those?". The ponygirl responded, "I asked for one, but the farmer said its only for cows". The ox girls glanced towards each other with concern, "It's like this. If rustlers showed up to rob us, they won't take an ovine, they'll just use scissors and run off with the hair, but if they want to steal milk, they'll pretty much have to steal the whole hucow and milk it later". The hucow asked, "what about oxen?". The tall ox girl responded while showing off the large horns attached to her head, "my condolences to any rustler that tried". The hucow looked back over the wall, "I guess the farmer and his wife are going to have coitus with the ovine until dawn". The ponygirl responded, "yeah, and they didn't even whip anyone". The hucow rubbed her brand momentarily, "Ponygirls can keep the rough stuff". The ponygirl scoffed, "you guys are so vanilla". The ox girls glanced towards each other with concern.
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I know what I'm about, but give them the option to start when they're young. Give them cute little pony heels to stomp around in, sparkly pink pony ears, and even clothes with loose leather straps sewn into them so they can practice for when they grow up. Nothing would be mandatory until they're old enough to sign a contract after a full education, but if a girl knows she wants to be a pony like her mama when she's still little, then fuck it. Let her.
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Yea I can already see it. I'll make sort of a guide for pony owners. Importance of proper hydration, dangers of overheating, a full spanking guide with aftercare and shit. Along with how important it is for her to bring you the tools herself. About how corporal punishments are like 10% actual punishments and 90% fun/domination play. How can you make the process of drinking water another game, how to handle urination, what work can ponies do.
A more realistic view of ponygirls, even of their whole existence requires some suspension of disbelief.
I can draw for shit. Guess it's time to learn. Be the change you want to see in the world and all of that.
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A lot of stories, almost all of them, are a "new girl in the stables!" stories. You can distinguish yourself by making like a low lvl part time pony in, idk, an equestrian school of ponygirling, and go from there.
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You fuckin got this shit anon, that sounds divine.
My personal writing idea has coalesced tonight in a pretty big way actually. I have my setting fully built and I just need to finish the rest of the actual vignette I have planned. My inspiration can be quite capricious so I'm not giving any set completion dates except Soon™, but I'm very much reveling in the process.
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>>11474952
Thicc ponies ftw
Sadly rare as hell.
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She arrived back at her dorm room after classes a saw a brown nondescript box on the ground in front of the door. The box was in rough shape, with dinged corners and scrapes. She unlocked and opened her door, and attempted to push the box in with her toe. The box didn't budge. She gave it a little push, and realized how heavy it was. What could this be? She heaved and slowly slide walked the box into her room, closing the door behind her. She now understood why the box was so banged up. She slid the box over next to her swivel desk chair, and sat down to find a pair of scissors to open the box with. Cutting the top of the box open, she found it full of pleasantly scented wood shavings. She reached in with both arms, and carefully heaved out a single tall leather boot, cradling it in her lap. There is was, a "pony" hoof. It had been so long since that recruiter had spoken to her, she wasn't entirely sure the lady wasn't just some perv that liked to take pictures of students' feet. She lowered the boot to the ground, and heaved the other one out, setting them on the floor in front of her chair. The things almost looked like they were built backwards, with lace holes in the back. Inside one of the boots, she found some heavy laces and an envelope. She cracked open the envelope and accessed the letter inside, "We would like to thank you for your time with the recruiter, and offer you these training shoes with our complements. Whether you choose to participate in the program or not, these are yours to keep. While these aren't the normal footwear that a professional ponygirl might wear on a daily basis, they are what a student can expect to wear during their time in the masters program. Although the career can be lucrative, the lifestyle is demanding. For a full feel, we recommend a total immersion experience. Try wearing them day and night for a month, even when you sleep. Don't forget to change your athletic socks frequently. Thank you, and enjoy with our complements".
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She fetched some tube socks from the dresser, and pull them up before sliding a foot into a boot. Feeling the interior with her toes, she removed her foot, and loosened the socks around her toes. Clearly these boots had some kind of separations for toes, and she would need to make room. Is this worth buying toe socks for? Time will tell. Adjusting both socks, she then slid both feet into the boots. Her toes seemed to just barely fit in the boots, as if they were molded to her shape. This must be what those pictures were for. It as if they carved her toes into what was essentially a hoof shaped lump of iron. At the back the metal perfectly shaped to her arch, but fell off and offered no support for the ball of her foot. It seems she would be expected to walk in tiptoe, and would simply find it uncomfortable to try to flatten out. The boots seemed to extend up to just under the bend of her knee, and the leather was surprisingly supple. She carefully installed the laces, evened out the sides, and tightened them up, making a large bows in the back behind her knee. She she tuck them into the top of the boot or let them dangle? She carefully stood up, to give herself a once over. She thought it would be hard to stand up, but the boots were so heavy, they insisted on the hooves laying flat regardless of her. She felt as if she had been bolted to the floor. Leaning over she had a look at them. It was almost like a leather sock that simply became a hoof were her toes should be. These had to be the most perfectly custom fit footwear she had ever owned. Nothing was wasted, and all was snug and perfect, as if it were simply how her legs were shaped. They seemed opulent, and she felt momentarily discontented at all the cheap store bought shoes she had always owned. It took quite a bit of effort to take a step in them, and the weight seemed to force her to lift her knee and carefully advance a measured tiptoe step at a time. She caught a look at herself in a mirror.
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She considered this may be kinda fun to try, but her thigh muscles are already screaming just crossing the room. In the mirror she could see the boots were a black satin. Probably the kind of leather you needed to keep polished, but on the other hand, black goes with everything. It would probably take some effort if she wanted to wear jeans, but the boots are so form fitting, surely they would fit easily. It was getting late, and she needed to sleep, so she removed the boots, and undressed for bed. She sat on the bed and was lost in thought. Becoming a ponygirl? It would be a way out of the rat race, and they seem to get paid like movie stars, but isn't it kinda like sex work? Also, so much study. Imagine going through the program and failing to measure up. Would she then be upset that she was deemed unqualified for pony breeding? Of course, the recruiter found her, s that must mean they saw talent. She decided to focus on the shoes. Maybe the letter was right. Just try them out, and commit to the basic hoof experience for a while. She went back to she shoes, and slit them back on, lacing them up. It was slightly exhilarating to be in sexy boots even though she was wandering her room in her undergarments. She took heavy steps and returned to her bed to go to sleep. Before climbing in, she reached over to the box next to her chair, to clear it from the walkway. There was a rattle inside. She reached in and was surprised to find a chrome butt plug. She thought for a moment, and shrugged her shoulders. In this far, so may as well go all the way.
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I feel like the next thread should be called ¨Farm Animal thread¨ or something, I like the idea of hucows and ponygirls not getting along.
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> " Welcome new ponygirls, and congratulations for taking the bold step of joining the program. While tuition may be technically free, you have just enrolled in the only university that will greet you by letting you know that 'there is no escape'. This isn't a coach speech about how many people would feel like giving up but you will persevere. No. I will not sugarcoat this. Any rational sane person would attempt to remove themselves from what you are about to go through in the next six years. This isn't some bootcamp that you can just grunt through by mustering some inner strength. This will not be tolerable. You absolutely will break. With this in mind, you will be tightly controlled, and simply not permitted to quit. The only way out is through to the other side. You must be broken down so that you may be rebuilt properly. You will learn the ponygirl lifestyle, and then be employed in life as a ponygirl, until you reach the minimum retirement age of 45. You will have no possessions, because everything you actually need will be provided when you need it. You will have no decisions, as day to day decisions will be made for you. Your food and shelter provided for you. Every minute of life will constitute paid employment, but you will not touch that money until you retire. All held and invested by The Agency. While you can expect to retire quite wealthy, once you are trained properly, you won't waste a moment thinking about money or possessions. Up until now, your personal worth has been no more than any other individual in the grind. No matter what a grinder desires, their eggs are valueless, and they can expect to use them for no compensation and end up thanklessly toiling to raise offspring for some undeserving male. Once you have been rebuilt, this dynamic will be reversed. Your eggs will contract for eight figure sums, and you can expect your offspring to be raised by the most advantaged homes. The Agency will arrange the contracts when available. "
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On one hand, she should be incredibly fit and very wealthy. At the same time, she may be psychologically institutionalized by the lifestyle she has had. The Agency surely wouldn't just give her a change of clothing and a bus pass. They may set her up with a selection of homes she can purchase, and recommendations for home staff that don't mind someone that now has to re-learn how to use a normal toilet instead of waiting for a farm hand to sweep her pellets out of the corner of her barn stall.
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Imagine the dating site profile, seeking someone that will give her life the structure she craves.
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*50 year-old
5 years are spent resocializing and relearning how to NOT act like a ponygirl. Sometimes up to 10 years.
Physical re-education
>Manual dexterity
>Arm re-training
While the arms do not "atrophy" in the true sense of the world, they are clearly under-developed compared to the rest of the body.
To the point where "Thick thighs, slender arms" became the mark of Ponygirls copied by soroties world-wide
>Walking on the entire sole of the foot instead of just the balls
High tendency for retired Ponygirls to prefer bespoke, leather and steel high-heeled shoes
>Sleeping lying down
>NOT reverse-kicking someones chest in when startled
Breaking legs instead is an accepted alternative
Mental re-education
>Making choices and asserting oneself
The most important and foremost re-socialization aspect of unlearning prized ponygirl characteristics. Unfortunately, this aspect of ponygirl "graduation" is so emphasized that most post-ponygirls develop a near-universal attitude of stubornness.
>Bit-less oral work
>Culture
The ponygirl culture is not something one can find normally in the natural world, and transitioning from one mindset to another is difficult. So even after retirement ponygirls are encouraged to join and expand "stables" where they can be among like-minded people.
This is deliberately and blatantly encouraged due to the fear that the closest example to the ponygirl lifestyle is cults. And not even the good ones that drink their own kool-aid.
Outright failures are low since, as per the contract, The Agency must take the Ponygirl on as their ward until her natural death if she cannot be deinstitutionalized, with her retirement pay to supplement her upkeep.
The post-ponygirl WILL enjoy the riches of her life-long devotion to the human-equastrian lifestyle for however long she has to enjoy it, or she will enjoy loving care in the home she grew up in.
In our next series
>THE PONYGIRL AND HER HEALTH: ROBUST OF PHYSIQUE. BUT AT WHAT COST?
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> " Welcome ponies, to the campus you will reside on for the fourth year of your education. Or rather from the middle of your third year and on into you fourth. You of this class have been select have been advanced early, due to the programs you have been selected to participate in. This does not mean you will have fourth year privileges early, so don't get you saddle ahead of your bridal. You just finished walking through the open planes of five states to get here, and I see no reason to rest you now. Getting to business, you have been selected for athletic competition. Specifically you will be racing ponies. This will necessitate a change in your standard gear. You currently carry a heavy liquid ballast on your training saddles, and have progressed to hooves each weighted to excess of 170 lbs each. Surely when you rest and change, you must feel like you're walking on the moon. As of today, the weight on your hooves will be removed, and over time will be re-added to your saddle bags. The farrier standing in the back of the room will alter your footwear with the new equipment you will need. Up until now, you have worked until you can run at almost the speed you would have reached on your clumsy human feet. Under my training this semester, and with the new equipment, you will reach speeds in excess of 45mph, with a real passenger. You will be required to repeat you safe falling class. Not because we doubt your prior training, but because of the importance of avoiding injury. I hold in my hand an example of the spring tendon brace. Each of you will receive one specifically shaped for your calve dimensions, and continuously adjusted as you advance. This will permanently attach as a new insole of your hoof. Additionally, the metal mass will be replaced with specially carved burled wood as determined by competitive rules, as well as being equipped with genuine cast iron horseshoes. Expect noisy footsteps. Your exercise routine will adjust to the vast reduction of weight.
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> ... One of the perks of being selected for this sport is that you will retain these hoof modifications this early in your courses, and enjoy their use for the remainder of your time at the university. Take good care of this equipment, as it will likely follow you after university to when you are in the employ of your first ranch. Of course your owner may decide to equip you with some of the modern synthetic hooves and wear plates that you can see that I am wearing, and once you reach retirement you may feel inclined to indulge in a vast collection of footwear. I know I do. At the fourth year campus, you will start to learn about obedience. You have obeyed your professors, but now you must blindly obey the jockey, who you will have not met before and will have no small talk with outside of the instructions you are given. Know that in exchange for your unwavering obedience, you can trust that The Agency would not employ individuals that would cause you lasting harm. These jockeys are professionals. And on the topic of jockeys. While dressage and steeplechase may have female riders, polo and racing are male. It's been at least three years since any of you have even seen a male in person. Immediacy, they will want to fuck. It's a tradition when a jockey meets a ponygirl, to the point that you will not even be facing them when they arrive. You will fuck before races, and after. You will fuck before daily practice, and after. You will fuck when they simply feel like it. Some of this is competitive superstitious routine. Some of this is because you are quite frankly gorgeous forms with bodies worthy of mythical gods. It is not your place to choose when or why. They are of course racing jockeys, so um, expect to crouch to help them reach you. No giggling. Expect them to bring their own saddle, but the attachment belt will be made to your form.
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> ... While you will still carry your weights and liquid ballasts when not on the running track, you will largely strip down during athletic frolic. The corset must be very tight, the saddle attachment belt must be very tight, and the saddle hand grips must be within reach below your arm binders, all so that you can balance the heavy load of a rider between your hips and shoulders. The saddle of course will be carried on your arms and not your spine. The jockey will likely be the lightest passenger you will ever carry in your career, so enjoy it. I would be very surprised if your jockey allowed you to wear your blinders during a race or during track practice. There is nothing a jockey dislikes more than a pony that inserts their own decisions during a race, so expect to be fully blindfolded whenever they are using you. Yes dear ponies, you are about to be trained to run in excess of 45mph while fully blindfolded. Your ability to extend trust must be absolute, so expect your resolve to be tested. True trust cannot be earned, only extended by choice. If you are deemed unable to extend blind trust, you may be busted back to year one stables to be broken again. As the farrier re-shoes you one by one, advance to my desk and lean over it so I may test your ability to understand nonverbal communication via swatting your ass with my crop. During a race, this is the only way your jockey may provide instruction to you. Once you have been quizzed, you can wander to the field and practice frolicking in your new spring loaded hooves. "
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>>11467739
At first I thought the goblin angle a bit boner-killing but then I realised they make the best jockeys and it all clicked together.
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> " Greeting dear ponygirls, on this blustery winter evening. I will resist making any jokes about hard nipples, as we can already see the snow flurries beginning. Don't worry if we start to get snowed on tonight, in a short roughly two hours, your professors will finish their informative talks and you can get back to your cozy stables for the night. You have all reached the end of your fifth year, and surely you must feel as though you have reached the home stretch in your ponygirl training. You will awaken tomorrow at 5AM, have a pleasant feedbag of oats, and at 6AM will enjoy a brisk jog over the short 60 miles to the sixth year campus. You should arrive roughly at 8AM. Once there, you will see something at the edge of the ranch grounds that is a little out of place. It will be in fact, a quite standard brick dormitory. It will contain all the trappings you haven't seen since you began your transformations. It is a climate controlled structure, complete with hot and cold indoor plumbing, comfortable furniture, and even televisions. It is in these quarters that you will be spending your next 3 weeks. You will arrive, and place all your pony gear in a box, to push under the bed. Yes, a bed. You will do you level best to sleep laying down. You will be provided with fresh undergarments, and will cover your public parts, and will have a selection of contemporary loose fitting garments to wear. Food will be served to you, sitting down at a table, in the cafeteria, while using normal utensils with your hands. There will be whole fruits, breads, pastries, refined sugary candies, chocolate, and even meat of the grilled and fried varieties. If you do manage to find oats, you will find they have been boiled into a porridge. You must be wondering, 'what kind of test is this?'. We are not testing to see if you can resist temptation. In fact we ask that you indulge until you are sick. We are not testing to see if you remain stoic. We encourage you to cry, or yell, or laugh.
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> Punching bags will be readily available id you feel the need to hit something. Year six of your training will be the year of introspection. You will measure your hearts, to decide for yourselves if you are simply a pony spending a few weeks pretending to be mere human, or if you have all these years been a human simply pretending to be a pony until you can make it to the final lap and finish the race. You will have the opportunity to decide if you have become what you are to become. If you look inside and find you are the same being that you started as, than this will be your chance to ask to return to the start. There is no shame in it. It takes time and pressure to create a diamond. In past years, no less than five percent of our students choose to return to the first year to be broken again. An additional seven percent will do so as the year advances. It stands to reason that standing among you now are ponies that have done this, and have returned again to this point in their training, all the stronger for having made that choice. When you finally do graduate, you will all be flawless diamonds, that can be proud of your dedication. In this year of introspection, you will have some liberties granted to you that you have lacked before. The weights that you carried in the past have all been removed, and those of you that haven't already received them, will finally be assigned bespoke spring tendon braces. You will even chose the nature of your own worn restraints, within reason. I think we all know by now that you could break them if you really wanted to anyhow.
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> You will be finding out who will be the first owner of your contract, and the nature of the job they will give you as you dwell on the waiting list for The Agency to pair you will interested breeders. Now just because you may find yourself assigned to someone that intends to ride on your back, or someone that wants you to pull a cart, or an owner that intends for you to perform dressage, it doesn't mean you must spend year six dressed as such. This will be your chance to try out gear that you have not had an opportunity to experience. You may find a surprising number of your peers will enjoy a simple harness with free arms. If you feel safer in a binder, or wearing a corset with saddle, or wearing hoof mittens, you have that freedom as well. You will even have free permission to unhook your bit gags when you feel inclined to have conversations with one another. Yes, you will be speaking to one another and not simply taking instruction from your professors. Of course it can be difficult at this stage to get you to participate in discourse, but we will try. You will also be given the freedom to choose from some elective courses that you may have an interest in, rather than only taking the classes assigned to you. Including, but not limited to, repeating lessons you feel you would like to repeat or brush up on.
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> And half way into the year, you will experience Rodeo Days. It will be a festive event in which our ponygirl school and hucow schools share in some competitive activities. You can expect the unexpected, so try not to panic too much. And all of this will lead to the end of your journey to becoming true ponygirls. You will get to know each other, support each other, and then bid farewell as you each travel to your new homes. It will be the beginning of the new life you have worked to hard to gain. One of simple humble service to strengthen your body and soul. The Agency will of course be checking in on all of you from time to time, so certainly don't become lax in your exercises, and do not waver in your professional decorum. It has started to snow now, so with that, I wish you all good luck. ... Next speaker? "
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>>11475195
If some retarded faggot has an issue with your posts and reports them for "non-anime style", they will get deleted. That's why I wish the "hentai" part would go away, no risk of otherwise on-topic posts being deleted due to "incorrect" artstyle.
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>"Hi there! Don't be shy! Our booth is as cool as everyone else here!"
>"Oh, hi. I was just curious. This is way different than my degree."
>"I get it. Let me guess, computer science? They told you to learn to code, but now that you have, the jobs are gone?"
>"How can you tell?"
>"I can't. It just seems to be everyone's situation these days. But you know, most people have jobs outside of there degree these days."
>"Yeah, but..."
>"I know, the hucow program seems unusual, but before you walk away, let me give you a brochure and give my little talk."
>"Um, ok."
>"Close your eyes, and imagine a soft grassy field. It's night, and the stars are out. Nothing to do but lay on your back and watch the sky go past. No rent. No mortgage. No college loans. A belly full of clean organic produce, and not a care in the world."
>"Yeah, that's... is this a cult? Are you guys a cult?"
>"Not a cult, I swear. Just a bit of a quirky employment arrangement."
>"Look, I know enough about it, to know that you are milking humans. I don't see how anyone can make a living off that. I can buy a gallon of real cow milk for a buck and a half."
>"You would be right, except that the main target consumer for hucow milk is the medical industry."
>"Medical industry?"
>"Alright, so a few decades back, some scientists tried to develop a blend of synthetic hormones to act as a targeted therapy for heart disease. Specifically, they wanted to get the body to cleanse the adipose tissue away from the cavities that surround the heart and lungs. Their experiments were somewhat successful failures. Fat tissue was in fact melted, and migrated to a harmless location in the body, specifically the bust. Unfortunately, instead of finding the special blend synthetically, they ended up stimulating growth of the glands that ended up producing their miracle blend within the body of the test volunteers."
>"So the 'hucow' were making the medication?"
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>"They weren't quite hucow yet, but yes, the next stage was to induce lactation, and directly drain the blend of hormones out of the body. Breast milk, after all, is mostly water and fat, along with whatever nutrients and hormones are floating around in the producers bloodstream."
>"But you do have people live on farms? Why not just put them in apartments in the city?"
>"Well they tried that. They tried it for a couple of decades, and they couldn't get enough clean product for medical use. The medical corporation that was running the operation folded into bankruptcy, and was bought out by my employer, The Agency. It was The Agency that revived the concept with a simplified method that had worked for their other efforts."
>"Those are those sponsors of those ponygril sporting events on TV? Right?"
>"That's a small branch of a lot of their corporation. There are certain consumer and manufacturing demands that just aren't met by throwing desk work and factories at it. The Agency sets up what might be considered unusual employment positions, and provides free training to help candidates fill those unusual positions, with attitudes to make the job more harmonious to their general disposition."
>"That's a lot of careful wording... Are you guys a cult?"
>"We provide tough jobs, and conditioning to do the tough jobs. Our employees retire young, with considerable wealth."
>"You're going to have to explain how that works. Everyone promises money."
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>"Well I'm sure you remember that one day in school they talked about compound interest. Investing and growth and such. Everything thinks it sounds cool, but once you get into the real world, nobody ever has any money left over to actually invest in anything."
>"Uh huh.."
>"Alright, so in this kind of job, your food and shelter and provided. No job commute. No expenses whatsoever, it's like living like a monk. But during all this, you still draw an income. That income is held by The Agency, and invested in high gain holdings. In the past, these investments have doubled in value roughly every four years. Even if a job was minimum wage, over the course of a couple of decades, the investor walks away a millionaire. Of course The Agency itself acts as job placement, taking small percentages here and there of these large transactions, which is how they pay for the staff to provide the education and placement programs."
>"I kinda hate that this sounds so simple that it might work."
>"The Agency likes to keep it simple."
>"So what kind of training is involved. What could there be to being a dairy cow?"
>"It's a two year masters degree designed for individuals that already have a four year degree. Mostly accounting and statistics."
>"Math to be a cow?"
>"The Agency likes to fill its management positions with people that have retired from field work, so this arrangement expands the available job pool."
>"I guess that's nice."
>"Yeah, in fact the current CEO used to be a ponygirl. You've probably seen her on magazine covers with the purple pencil-skirt with suit jacket?"
>"I think I've seen those. I thought the hooves were just a fashion accessory."
>"I guess it is a little, but she could back kick a hole in a brick wall. Very intimating in board meetings, or so I hear."
>"Ok, but the job is basically being milked."
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>"Well milking is a few minutes each day, without intermission. Most of the rest of the job is more or less meditating on the farm, just to avoid outside exposure to outside toxins. It's technically down time, but like an astronaut, it's unavoidable. A lot of the rest of the classes will be meditations to relieve stress, and to cope with the hormones."
>"I hadn't even considered how this might effect a person's mood."
>"Yeah. It's not mood swings at least. If anything you really just become biased to one mood. A bit giddy, not intoxicated, but playful. And I should say very horny. I really can't oversell how horny a hucow gets. You can guess by my jugs I used to have the job, and I'm still horny all the time. I sometimes think I could tackle someone at any moment."
>"I don't think I really would have that problem. I'm just not really, I dunno."
>"I get it. Everyone kinda thinks they'll be the one that's immune, but man is mortal, the flesh is weak, and the mind is made of flesh. But The Agency doesn't ignore situations, they're solutions oriented, and tackle these side effects with proper acclimation."
>"It is kinda interesting. I just don't know."
>"I get it. It's a lot to take in. Well take a brochure, and do yourself this favor. Next month we're holding a free two week detox camp. No contracts no injections and no milking, but a sample of just camping in a grassy field under the stars. Free organic food and games and generally wholesome stuff."
>"And a condo sales pitch for our time?"
>"Maybe a farm life recruiter, but it's a free light vacation with no stress or expense, and it's driving distance."
>"I think I might go to that. Yeah, it could be nice."
>"I hope you do."
>"Well, have a nice day."
>"You too. See you around."
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This is the most pure, exquisite gold anon. Well thought out, realistic, and truly incredibly thrilling. Thank you.
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>>11476937
A lot of people get Tahiti Syndrome and want to escape the complications of civilization. Of course the recruiter left off the parts of the farm involving occasional rain or the winter snow. She also didn't mention the possibility of the branding iron.
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>"Hello? Mr. Agent? May I come in? I was told that you woke up and might want to be interviewed?"
>"Oh. Please come in... Do I know?"
>"Yes sir. We've actually met a few times before. I'm Maisy Squeekers. I write for the local newspaper."
>"My apologies. Forgive my memory. Avoid becoming old if you at all can."
>"Yes sir. Well 108 is quite an impressive high score, I think anyone would agree."
>"Yes... The newspaper, eh? For what I need to tell, I'm not sure a local paper has the reach."
>"Oh, don't worry sir, we're on the internet. There was a big push to publish online a year ago. It's been very successful. We're published in 6 languages now."
>"Very well. Lean in nearby. My sight and hearing are quite bad, and I don't know who else might be listening in."
>"Um, yes sir. I'm all ears. After all, your company, The Agency, is grown to be one of the most successful worldwide."
>"That's just it. We were never supposed to... well... um... we do catering, you see? Where to begin?"
>"Please sir, the beginning would be wonderful."
>"My late wife and I, we started a catering company. It was simple, office parties and bachelor parties. We.. um... we got the idea that if we just blindly charged more, and advertised the right way, we could attract higher paying venues."
>"That does seem to be how things work. You have to value yourself, so they say."
>"Yes. Well it worked. And we hired performers. Rabbits had already been done, so we thought, horses. You know, cute ponies? The costumes might have still been a bit of a ripoff, but we tried to be a little different. Spurs and stetsons."
>"That does sound cute, sir."
>"It... it was... it was all harmless fun. I mean, back in those days, nobody was bothered by a bit of attention. They said they liked when customers would give them a little pat on the behind. I know that isn't correct these days, but times were different back then. Nobody was complaining. They all had fun. And we, started to have little shows, performances."
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>"Yes. Between you and I, sir, I think people are a bit sensitive these days."
>"Heh heh, year. That they are. Well, let me see... We had props and stories, and it was all very popular. We eventually decided to kinda franchise. Or is it called something else... Well, we spread out. And we knew we had to maintain quality, or it could all unravel, so when we started to have trouble hiring good performers, we opened up a bit of a performance clinic. It was a way to train good performers, so the shows would remain high quality."
>"It sounds like a pragmatic approach, sir."
>"Perhaps it was greed, or just to see if it was possible. A person is always curious how far you can succeed. You never can tell when to stop, when you're in the middle of things and things are going well, so we became a traded company. My wife and I, we suddenly had time to relax, and let the business sort of run itself."
>"That sounds like a success. You started something well."
>"Well we vacationed. Years of time, just not worrying about things. It really wasn't until... until she passed... that I really started to check in on how things were going."
>"Yes sir?"
>"It seems things expanded indeed. The company had taken some offhand remarks I made years before, about how bad encroaching automation was taking away jobs, and how companies should hire from within instead of always bringing in clueless outsiders. They took what I said, and they wrapped them in some of the old stories... some of the old performance pieces we had used when we were catering. The whole company had expanded beyond anything that I could have imagined, and the way they do things now, I don't understand how they got that way."
>"You mean the shows with the ponygirl costumes?"
>"Well yes... It's like... You saw my nurse, that let you in?"
>"Yes sir. She seems nice."
>"She is nice, but... She thinks she's a horse. Oh... how do I describe it?..."
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>"Like, a ponygirl?"
>"Yes, you see, so many of them are convinced... They've come up with some kind of schools for it... And they didn't stop with ponies... My... my... own nurse... She has a tail... She has sort-of held on by her keister. They all do."
>"Oh yes sir. They have quite a positive public image. The sporting events alone are being viewed everywhere."
>"I don't think you completely understand. The animals... They control the farm... They hire from within, and it's always spreading. Always growing. Stretching it's reach. A part of me has to admire their determination. Any idea they have, it it seems like it shouldn't work, they just make it work. If it seems like someone would hate a job, they find a way to make them enjoy it. Like, legitimately enjoy it. They have some kind of breeding program for the rich, to make stronger smarter children. They control almost every politician. And overseas governments too. Their children mixed with royalty. Laws are being changed to benefit them."
>"That's a lot, sir. Although a lot of companies do aspire to grow their influence."
>"But you see..." *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough*
>"Let me get you tissue, sir."
>"Thank you. Thank you. You're a deer. Thank you."
>"No sir. I'm not a deer. I'm a doormouse."
>"A wha..? I'm so blind. I should have noticed you years."
>"A doormouse sir. I'm a good listener, and I write for the paper."
>"You're one of them. You said you worked for the newspaper."
>"It's your paper, sir. I work for you. The Agency purchased it about a year ago. It's quite successful."
>"Oh... well..."
>"Would you like to cuddle, sir? You enjoyed it on my other visits."
>"A uh..."
>"A cuddle. Yes. I carry one of your many heirs. I'm three months in."
>...
>"Sir?"
>...
>"Oh my..."
>...
>"Nurse! I think Mr Agent has passed."
>...
>"Don't worry, sir. I'll make sure everyone knows how much you admire their determination. We all love you very much."
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>>11477278
Absolute peak. I love how she kept up that very polite slave etiquette all the way to the end. My boy is horrified that he accidentally created the pony girl Illuminati that now runs the world but you know what there's nothing to be afraid of. His interviewer is well trained in making the person she's talking to feel good just from her words alone after all, and now nobody truly knows that the demihuman slaves are actually in control.
>>11477282
Trust me Ive done a lot of greentexts and it's only the person writing them that really notices. The human brain is a strange thing.
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>>11477284
I feel kinda bad using a dialog dump as a method, but it saves so much text space. I know it's a lazy way to write.
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>>11477373
Nah it's actually a pretty good evolution of the greentext format. I fully believe the greentext is the ideal way to write shortform smut, at least for the slavery stuff I usually like. It's focused heavily around emotions and the wider forces crushing those emotions further and the greentext is a really good way to not get bogged down in the exposition that often requires. Even doing it fully dialogue like that it automatically focuses your mind in that direction.
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>>11477584
Love this one, omg
>>11477589
if ONLY, anon
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>"Hello. Please come in. We have some nice recliners in a nice private corner of the conservatory. Lets have a seat and chat about the next steps."
>"Thank you."
>"Was your flight here a pleasant one?"
>"Yes, uneventful, but I think I slept most of the way. Our pilot always has a light touch with the controls."
>"Can't do much better than sleeping through a long trip."
>"You have quite a place here."
>"Thank you, we try to keep a nice ranch. You're seeing our third year campus. I assume you saw some of the ponygirls running outside."
>"Yes... They are quite... um... uninhibited. "
>"I'm quite sure I would say they lacked inhibition. We do provide their gear to them, so I would say it's more that they have the ability to be professional regardless of circumstances."
>"You know more about it than I do. I... was... recommended by..."
>"No need to explain. Good businesses thrive by word of mouth. However, if you prefer privacy in the matter, we are happy to be as public or discreet as if you preference. We've received your initial consulting fee, and both parties have signed mutual confidentially agreements."
>"It's not really that much of a matter. I have to admit to being a little out of my depth."
>"Not to worry. We are professionals, and you can trust our expertize."
>"Yes, thank you."
>"Well as you know, we are offering what can be fundamentally be seen as a surrogacy service with a bespoke selection of donated eggs. Not that different from something far less expensive, but what we do offer is a selection of donors that are, how we say, just better. We recruit only the very best, and we run them through hell to prove themselves, so that you can be sure you're getting the best genes for your offspring. As you can see in our catalog, the permanent record of their performance in school will allow you to choose from various price tiers, but you should know from the start that there are no bad choices here. Even the sub 30 million selection are goddesses on Earth."
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>"They are undeniably impressive. I... uh... well at the club one of the boys was... I don't want to say bragging... but he did have some nice things to say about the girl they contracted."
>"Ah. Well the anonymous nature of the catalog won't make it possible to contract the same ponygirl, but we can offer you selections in her price range. I can assure you that you'll be very happy. Of course if you do want to, say, one up your friends, we are always encouraging of competitive desires. If you want the best offspring, you must choose the best stock."
>"I guess it would be something I could rub his conceited nose in, but really, I mostly need to make my wife happy."
>"I think we can find a choice that keeps you both happy. Will your wife be joining us today?"
>"No, I'm afraid she has a prior engagement. She told me to make a selection, and she would be alright with it. She would like to continue her modeling career, and, uh, this would..."
>"She'd like a child that resembled her, while letter her preserve her figure?"
>"Yes, very much."
>"We are happy to provide the necessary discretion, but you may find it hard to brag at the club."
>"Ha ha, yes."
>"Well you can see from this sub-selection of the catalog, we do have some choices that match your wife's eye and hair color. The ponygirl's general skin-tone is much as your own, which historically reduces scrutiny on lineage."
>"Oh, that is a good idea. The child will look like us. Do I have a choice of a boy or a girl?"
>"Well this isn't a test tube insemination, so you do roll the dice on the child's sex. If you would like roll the dice additional times for a specific outcome, we contract additional ponygirls, either at a later date or concurrently. It's really just a matter of budget."
>"I don't thing budget will be ah... well mostly I want my wife to be happy.""
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>>11477652
>"Always a good strategy for certain. Well, on the topic of the children, the ponygirl will of course will provide a months worth of breastmilk, and then will be leaving. In exchange for being absent in the life of the child, we do provide for certain assurances. I have provided a list of acceptable boarding schools. Some of them should be within a convenient range of your home, The ones that aren't nearby, are amenable to international students."
>"These are some nice schools."
>"I trust you can afford tuition?"
>"Oh yes. But... even the best can have trouble getting in. I'm just saying."
>"Of course. Well when the time does come to enroll, contact us. We have some sway in their acceptance process, and can get you to the front of the line."
>"Really? Well that would be nice."
>"Of course children do have their own will, so if the child is, well, strong willed, we do provide our own form of boarding school."
>"Really?"
>"Yes. Of course when they visit home between seasons, they will probably be wearing hooves."
>"They aren't going to be...?"
>"No they won't be. We do enforce a certain amount of discipline, and we find that uniforms and busywork can help direct a wandering mind."
>"I see."
>"So lets discuss the term of the ponygirl's contract."
>"I remember some mention that she would be staying with us at home?"
>"Indeed. You are expected to board her locally, and provide access to an approved list of maternity services."
>"So, no rushing to the nearest hospital?"
>"In a pinch, we understand, but we do attempt to plan far ahead to prevent the situations. This also helps to preserve the discretion of you arrangement. On paper, the birth certificate will list you and your wife."
>"I see. That would be beneficial.""
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>"Now as for the conception. The most reliable way is to allow a clinic to facilitate, but it's often preferred to attempt, as we say 'the old fashioned way' before resorting to help. We do stipulate a 3 month window of such attempts, on a strict daily regiment to ensure that her time is not wasted."
>"Daily... regiment?"
>"Yes. We presume you will make a certain minimum number of attempt per day, regardless of whether she is presently in season or not. If you aren't willing to take it at least that seriously, than the clinic is the most efficacious option."
>"I... supposed my wife would understand. You might have to explain it to her."
>"We don't have to mention the clinic option to her, if you would rather be the one to do so?"
>"Yes. I can let her know about that option. Yes."
>"Very good. Well, once a pregnancy has been achieved, your obligation to cause one will no longer be a factor. As far as continued access for sex, she would enjoy it, but you aren't required to do so. Anyone who will have access to her, will of course have to pass standard blood tests on a monthly basis."
>"Oh, well... um... that is good to know about. I certainly don't want to... uh... not hold up my end of things."
>"And as for her living quarters."
>"At my home I presume?"
>"At least in range of the intended hospital. She would prefer to maintain her state of health, so ideally she most prefers to stand in a standard barn stall. She doesn't mind sharing space with actually horses, if you happen to have one on your grounds. She would also be happy to have a small structure built on the lot."
>"A barn?"
>"If you feel this strains your attempts are privacy, she will be happy to occupy a room indoors. Just don't expect the bed to get any use. At least not for sleep anyhow. Part of their discipline is to learn to sleep standing up."
>"Standing up?"
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>>11477662
>"Yes, our ponies are very disciplined. And for her meals, she does require organic raw produce, exclusively. We can provide those via regular shipment, if you would prefer to evade the hassle. We ask that you avoid tempting her with meals outside her diet, so she won't have to participate in scenes that require her to refrain."
>"I don't think this will be a problem."
>"She can meditate on her own, or spend time on a treadmill, but she would also be happy to spend time with your household. She is amenable to any activities that don't leave any permanent marks."
>"Oh... OH! Haha, heh... that's well..."
>"Yes. Well, and her clothing. She has no real requirements, but her boots are rather nonnegotiable. She will be wearing the hooves."
>"Continuously?"
>"They're just shoes. She removed them to bathe and change socks, but otherwise, yes. She wears them awake or sleeping. Now, due to the pregnancy, she won't be wearing her harness or saddle. She would prefer a set of blinder, and a bit gag, as well as arm binder.
>"A ga... bind?...."
>"She does know how to take these items on and off herself, so you needn't worry about aiding her with that. Of course if this strains your wife's sensitivity, our girl can refrain from her equipment. We can send her with selection of fashionable conservative maternity clothing. The hooves do still remain nonnegotiable."
>"I see. This all... all sounds fine."
>"Excellent. And these details cab be adjusted later as well."
>"I'm sure... my wife and I would like to keep her comfortable. You may do a better job of explaining some of it."
>"We find that sometimes it helps if we instruct the ponygirl to assert her wishes on site."
>"Perhaps that would work... or be best."
>"Now you mentioned a possible gender preference for the child. Would you like to discuss housing multiple ponygirls?"
>"Considering it, I think that perhaps we certainly will do that."
>"Very good. I will see you in a week to sign the paperwork."
>"Yes. thank you."
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>>11477587
Where do I find this book ?
https://x.com/H_jinjinji/status/1942572378246291949/photo/1
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>"Hey! You're not the farmer's wife. You're one of the horses!"
>"Whatever, beefsteak, just finish draining so I can unhook you and you can go back to the field."
>"I don't control it, they stop when they're empty. And why are you dressed like the farmer's wife?"
>"I have my stuff on underneath. Anyhow, the farmer's wife is away, and the farmer has some kind of ultra-flu. He wants me to go to town and get him medicine and groceries and stuff."
>"Aww, the poor farmer. I want to help."
>"Can you drive a car?"
>"I didn't even drive before I became a dairy maid. I lived in the city."
>"I haven't touched one in like twelve years. Guess I'm walking."
>"You're going to drop stuff everywhere."
>"I can carry the weight."
>"Yeah, but grocery bags are garbage. They won't make the trip."
>"I can't really pull the cart without a driver."
>"Whoo! I'm riding the cart to town."
>"Love your enthusiasm, but there isn't a bra in your size in the whole country. I'll have to ask one of the oxen."
>"Aww man... Hey, wouldn't the ovine fit in the farmer's wife's clothing easier than the oxen?"
>"I'd never be able to convince them to wear fabrics. The ovine only go near latex."
>"I forgot about that. Have you seen their sneakers? Shouldn't they have like, dainty cloven hooves or something?"
>"Milkshake, you're preaching to the choir. Can't you drain any faster?"
>"It would go faster if you massage them."
>"grrrr"...
>"Softer. Like you love them."
>...
>"Yeah, that's the way."
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>>11478089
not yet published, he had the prototypes printed out back in December I think.
keep an eye on his twitter because he has a bad habit of deleting his sketches after a while, he had basically the whole book posted at one point.
jinjinji.booth.pm
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For some reasons I always liked sketches better than the finished pieces
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anon you simply must drink your milk
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>"Ok, ox, we're here."
>'Should we park the wagon in the parking lot, or just out on the street."
>"Maybe over there, by the side."
>"You're going in, right? I don't have to go in?"
>"Yeah, I'll go in."
>"So why am I wearing clothes?"
>"Because you're driving the cart."
>"So why are you wearing clothes?"
>"Because I'm going in the store."
>"Why didn't I just pull the cart? Then I would be naked and comfortable."
>"Because... I didn't think of that. Besides, what if I sprained an ankle and you had to go in the drug store?"
>"Alright, fine. So what is the protocol if a ponygirl comes up lame. Am I supposed to shoot you?"
>"No..."
>"So why are we wearing clothes to go in the drug store anyhow? Everyone can see your hooves. They know you're a ponygirl."
>"I don't know. The farmer said to. Maybe they have a 'no-pant so-service' rule or something."
>...
>...
>"I notice you're just standing here."
>"I'm just... gathering my nerves. I haven't gone in a store in a long time."
>"Well don't look at me. If I wanted to go shopping, I wouldn't have had horns bolted to my head."
>"I'm not sure how the horns stop you, but fine, I'm going... I'm going."
>...
>...
>"You need a quick hug before you go?"
>"A little bit... yeah."
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>>11478318
cuuuuute
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green horse
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>>11478098
>>11478318
please write a 12 tome saga on that premise
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>>11478098
>>11478318
10 000 hours in photoshop
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>"Hiya oxy!"
>"Oh, hi milk girl."
>"When did you guys get back?"
>"Hours ago."
>"Mission accomplished?"
>"Yeah, we brought back the stuff. The farmer seems to be feel a lot better."
>"That's good. Where's the horse anyhow?"
>"The farmer has her in the barn. You can see them through this crack here."
>"Oh... Shibari and breeding bench at the same time? Lucky donkey."
>"Yeah, the farmer really has her dripping from every orifice. She needed brain cleanser anyhow?"
>"Did something happen on the trip?"
>"No, yeah... Well, inside the drug store they had one of those muzak systems. The ponygirl came out singing 'Girl From Ipanema'. Then on the way back we were both singing it, except neither of us remembers how the song ends."
>"Oh, so you just kept singing it FOREVER?"
>"Yeah, I'm still thinking it right now."
>"ooh ah"
>"when she passes, each one she passes goes"
>"ooh ah"
>"Yeah, that's the song."
>"I see... Oh no!.. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!"
>"Sorry... come back...
>"..."
>"I guess soon the whole cow pasture will be singing it. Well, now I'm the farm's greatest monster... Minotaur's gotta minotaur."
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>>11478453
Sounds like a natural thing to do. Turn a ponytail into her pony's tail. But there'd be no reason to only do it once since shorn hair will, not matter what you do, decay. So it'd be a natural routine for ponygirls to grow their hair out long over a season so it can be be cut and made into a new plug. Give them an excuse to braid and style their hair in ways they normally wouldn't be allowed to.
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*A hucow has snuck out of the meadow, and is peeking around a fence corner*
*Fully geared ponygirl hitched to a post out front, just waiting around in her normal bondage gear*
>"Hey. Hey horse."
>"Mwa ii it, ow?"
>"Look what I found?"
>"Ma ibbin?"
>"Yeah. A ribbon. It just kinda blew in on the wind. It's in good shape too."
>"eelie?"
>"Just look how long and shiny and pink is it Or is that fuchsia?"
>"Omwa immeween."
>"If only I knew someone with a long fancy tail that needed ribbon braided into it."
>"Uee? Oo ween at?"
>"Only if you want it."
>"maawe"
>"Here, just turn around and I'll braid it in there."
>"Mmmm. Oh Ay."
>"Don't kick me while I'm back here."
>"ju ont ave old ans."
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> *37 hucows, 2 ox girls, and 12 ovine girls are reclining on their backs in a lush grassy meadow on a cloudy day*
> *4 ponygirls walk into the meadow*
>hc12 "Oh, hey horsies."
>hc8 "Gonna watch some clouds?"
>pg3 "hi... y'all."
>hc17 "You only have boots today?"
>pg2 "Well, you know, it can be good to go bareback every now and then."
>ox1 "You mean the farmer forced you leave your gear in the barn."
>pg2 "No"
>pg1 "Neigh"
>pg3 "No"
>pg4 "YES"
>pg2 "...Yeah"
>pg1 "...Yeah"
>pg3 "...Yeah. He said they needed to use the barn for the tractors today... and this would be good... and stuff."
>ov12 "Come watch clouds with us."
> *the 4 ponygirls look upward*
>hc12 "You have to lay down to watch clouds"
>pg3 "I can see 'em."
>pg4 "We're really more comfortable standing."
>hc12 "Then you're doing it wrong."
>hc8 "Flawed."
>hc17 "Imperfect."
>hc3 "Look out for that ant bed. It's over there. Yeah."
> *the 4 ponygirls carefully lay in the grass*
>ox2 "Come hide your face in my bosom, nervous ponygirl."
>pg4 "Yes, ma'am."
>hc12 "You're leaving your boots on?"
>pg2 "I will DIE with these boots on."
>hc12 "Ok"
>pg3 "laying down is weird."
>ov4 "Didn't Seabiscuit sleep while laying down?"
>hc12 "Seabiscuit?"
>ov4 "It was a famous race horse from way back when regular horses still raced."
>hc12 "Oh. What do you donkeys think?"
>pg1 *ZzzzZZzz*
>pg2 *ZzZZzzzz*
>pg3 *ZzzzzZZz*
>pg4 *ZzzZZzzz*
>ox2 "I think that's story confirmed."
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>>11479218
Will we get more ?
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>>11479355
Yes! I'm not a greentexter, but I'm like 2500 words into the next chapter of the story I linked here a few days ago. I have a lot left to go on it but it will be posted when it's done.
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>Mrs, Ponderosa, you buzzed for me?
>Yes Becky, please come in.
>Yes ma'am?
>I need to catch a flight, so I'd like to catch up on some of my messages if you have a minute or two.
>Of course. Well the integration department has picked up another 7800 acres of land this week.
>That seems slower than usual.
>They're expecting a bit extra next week to make up for it.
>Let's hope so.
>The article from Miss Squeakers has been quite popular among the staff. Very positive piece about how the founder supports their efforts.
>Excellent. Lets send Maisy a nice gift basket. Some sharp cheddar, and I think a nice white pine basket. I think I remember she mentioned liking the flavor of pine.
>Yes ma'am.
>How about her long form report.
>Of course. On that, Miss Squeakers advanced the biography to the project development team, and the mainframe has just finished processing it.
>I await with bated breath.
>It seems that... they turned on the system and without being prompted, AI-Gent asked to visit the grave of his late wife.
>Oh dear. There may be some issues to hammer out on that project. Well, see if you can shift some of my schedule, so I can luncheon with the project team sooner rather than later. We could be there most of the day, so you can ask them what they want to eat, and catering can bring it.
>They usually go for hamburgers.
>Ooo, how perverse.
>Well, they are retired.
>That's fair. And for me, I think I'll order...
>Dry oats?
>You know me so well, Becky.
>Yes ma'am. And we also have a message from the senator. We was concerned that we might be placing more identical assets in state foster systems than he was able to integrate easily.
>The senator is going to have to play ball with us on this. It's not easy predicting fabric demands two decades in advance, and he owes us the effort. After all the many mare's he's contracted, he really has no choice in the matter.
>Yes ma'am.
>I need to gallop and catch my flight. Have a good evening Becky.
>You too ma'am.
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>"You looking at the empty cornfield?"
>"Oh, didn't see you there, Oxy. Yeah. Since they harvested everything, my friend there is gone."
>"The scarecrow? Hmm... The Agency will have sent her home to collect her paycheck. No corn to watch after anymore."
>'She never did say much."
>"I guess The Agency has their reason for that. It does make one wonder what kind of outside news there is. I guess it doesn't really matter though."
>"Maybe not. But hey, we have those ovine now. That's kinda new."
>"Not really. The farmer brought them over from one of the ranches."
>"Ranches?"
>"I guess you never saw them because the hucows don't travel much. I only see them because my sister and I pull the cart."
>"Now I'm curious. Spill the beans."
>"Well there's five of them. They're pretty simple compared to the farm here. Like on the one ranch with the ovine, there's a few hundred ovine in their big meadow. They kinda stick together."
>"Few HUNDRED?"
>"Yeah, they have a lot of them."
>"So... why are just twelve of them here?"
>"The farmer just brought back the ones he wanted to fuck."
>"I guess that makes sense. Must be kinda weird having hundreds in a field."
>"I dunno, maybe. I think they get to use the slide whenever they want."
>"Slide?"
>"They have this tall platform for when they get sheared in spring. They climb up the stairs, get shaved, and then the farmer pushes them into the tube to slide back down into the meadow."
>"I wanna try the slide."
>"Sorry, even just one of your tits wouldn't fit in the tube."
>"Aw man. Have you tried the slide?"
>"Me? Such an inappropriate lack of decorum?"
>"So your horns didn't fit."
>"Ok, yeah, my horns were too wide. I thought about turning my head sideways, but what if I got stuck half way? That would be a nightmare."
>"Do the other four ranches have slides?"
>"No, but they give the hucows there some big colorful beach balls to play with?
>"Beach balls? WAIT!! The other ranches have hucows!?"
>"Oh yeah, hundreds of them."
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>"So the hucows here at the farm... We're the ones the farmer wanted most to fuck? I feel kinda flattered."
>"Maybe that was in his thoughts, but I think mostly it's because you're boobs are too big for the self service milking booths at the other ranches. Those hucows can still reach their own nipples."
>"Hey, I can reach my own... well maybe if i push against the fence and kinda squeeze...
>"Don't hurt yourself."
>"Ok, I give up. I haven't even seen them in years."
>"They look pretty normal from here."
>"How can they manage so many milk maids and ovines and things?"
>"Well the farmers wives worry about most of the day to day stuff."
>"Wives? Wait, there are other farmers wifes?
>"Oh yeah. Every ranch and farm has one assigned by The Agency. They don't really like to meet each other, so the others don't visit here."
>"The farmer and the farmer's wife always seemed so affectionate."
>"She's supposed to. They assign a dormouse to those jobs. They always want to cuddle."
>"A dormouse?"
>"Yeah. You notice how she's always barefoot? And she has those hearing aids? See, she doesn't actually have any hearing problems, it's just that a dormouse is always listening to everything. It's how The Agency makes sure every farm and ranch are running smoothly."
>"So why are we a farm and not one of those big ranches?"
>"Because the farmer wants to live in a nice house. Also, the farm is more about the ponygirls anyhow."
>"The ponygirls. Ok, the ovine make wool, and the hucows make milk, so what do the ponygirls make other than angry expressions at me mostly?"
>"The ponygirls... they have a harder life than you might think. They gave up a lot, and their school is very hard. They had to be almost flawless just to get in to begin with, and... the farmer houses them, and exchange he gets a small fraction of a very big commission when the ponygirls get contracted out to wealthy families."
>"Contracted out?"
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>"I'm not sure how much I should even talk about it. It's like... you know how we used to have five of them around here, and right now there are four of them?"
>"Yeah?"
>"So, the other one has been away about eight months, and she'll be back in between one and three months."
>"Then she is alright then?"
>"Yeah... Look... If you want to score points with the ponies, don't ask her why she was away. When she gets back, just give her a hug, and let her cry a bit. She won't want to talk about anything. It's part of their education. It has to be that way."
>"This is one of those things that I don't understand now, but will realize while I'm ruminating in the meadow later."
>"That's probably for the best."
>"You ox girls seem to know how everything works."
>"I hear the farmer and the farmer's wives when they discuss things."
>"Seems like more than that. What do the Ox girls really do? Like, really?"
>"Huh? We pull the cart."
>"Yeah, but, like, what do y'all reeeally do?"
>"We pull the cart."
>"..."
>"..."
>"Alright."
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