"You ask why Gortika is playing with the cow? That is our secret sauce!" before Gortika could answer, Gorlm boasted loudly,. This time, he had chosen to speak in common tongue for benefit of the two human cows.
"You see, bringing them near the crest increases the flow and the quality of their milk. These human cows are as horny as they come. Even a warg bitch in heat cannot compete with human females," another goblin chimed in common language with a hearty laughter. Others around the table joined in.
"You are right. Not just the cows but all human females are like that," someone else proclaimed as others nodded in agreement.
Bela and Uma flushed crimson in embarrassment as they listened to the degrading words spoken about them and their sisters. To their utter shame these words only heightened their arousal. Bela, shamelessly thrust her hips, humping on Gortika's hand.
"Take a look outside," another goblin said, pointing to the window facing the meadow. "See how our pony girls are engaged in satisfying their animal urges." Heads turned to the window where many fillies were engaged in various sexual acts, trying to find some relief. A roar of laughter erupted in the chamber. Many shook their heads tsking.
With the first bowl filled, Gortika offered it to Gibra.
"Wow. It's warm. It indeed is the creamiest I ever had," Gibra exclaimed. She licked her lips after taking a few sips to savor the taste. She stuck to the guttural goblin language which humans could not understand.
On the other side of the table, Uma moved from one goblin to the next as they drained her swollen breasts, filling their bowls. She skipped those who were indulging themselves with wine. As each goblin milked her, they would invariably tease her privates causing the poor woman to mewl and groan with desire hoping for the elusive release.
After a while, the cows were shepherded out of the grand chamber. Gorlm rose grandiosely.
"As you are undoubtedly aware, I have summoned Gibra to review our breaking and taming techniques," he proclaimed, inclining his head toward Gibra. "She shall grace us with her presence for a few days. You will extend to her the same reverence afforded to our esteemed leash mistress," he declared, gesturing grandly to an older goblin female seated across the table. "Tomorrow morning, we shall meet at the corral to begin. Let's discuss the other details now."
"What about our race?" Gorlina pouted looking at Gibra. Gorlm shook his head as if he had given up his fight to reign in his daughter.
"We can have it some other day. Don't you worry, I am here for a few days," Gibra replied with a kind smile.
And the feast continued...
Ari
Ari was dreaming. She was once again a 12-year old girl, huddled nervously on her bed. She was clutching her favorite blanket tightly in her little fingers. The pressure on her bladder had awoken her from her deep sleep. She heard loud whispers outside her room. Her grandmother and mother were at it again, engaged in an argument that had been going on for weeks. She desperately needed to use the bathroom but was hesitant to interrupt the two adults. Ari knew all too well what they were discussing. Her grandmother longed to visit her birthplace before she passed away. Ari's mother vehemently opposed this idea, which in her words was 'not only stupid but dangerous'.
Ari's grandpa worked at the Musly embassy in GC as a high ranking member of the embassy. Their family originally came from a planet called Bhartier. Bhartier was once an independent world. It had been forced into the folds of the Musly empire by coercion. Ari's grandmother had shared stories with her. When she was young, Musly took over their planet. They had enforced strict Musly laws on everyone. Back then, Bhartier had its own indigenous polytheistic society. However, once Musly took control, they quickly suppressed the local faith. Those who resisted were either killed or sent away into exile. Ari's family, like many others on Bhartier, continued to secretly practice their faith underground. Some managed to escape and sought refuge in GC. The Musly government accused GC of supporting these rebels. Though GC never publicly admitted any such support, they covertly did help the rebels.
Her grandfather had brought his family with him to GC. Musly traditionally frowned upon women leaving their kingdom. However, Ari's grandfather had influential connections. He managed to secure an exception for his family. Tragically, he died suddenly soon after arriving in GC. He left behind his pregnant wife - Ari's grandmother. She had no desire to return to Musly where women were merely seen as extensions of their male relatives. Thus, she defected to GC. This defection caused a minor diplomatic row between Musly and GC. It eventually washed over. Despite the challenges, Ari's mother thrived in GC where women were free to pursue their dreams.
GC was a secular society. Most of its residents were neither deeply religious nor atheist, rather indifferent. They just didn't care much about spiritual matters. They went about their lives without paying it much thought to any supernatural being. Sociologists theorized this apathy was due to the way the government provided for everything. Food, housing, education, and healthcare were free. This allowed GC citizens to pursue their interests without worrying about basic needs. This led to problems of its own. There was a small portion of the population, mockingly called "holojunkies", who seemed to do little else besides immerse themselves in holographic entertainment. Both her mother and grandmother had drilled into Ari from a young age to avoid becoming a holojunky.
Ari was jolted out of her dream. She could not hold it any longer. The reality of her situation came crashing down on her. She found herself lying on the ground, in the dark, with a pressing need to relieve herself. With groggy eyes, she took stock of her surroundings. She noticed the dirt beneath her and a small bush nearby. She went around the bush and squatted. Once her bladder was no longer screaming for attention, Ari tried to recall how she had come to be in this situation. She shook her head as if trying to clear the cobwebs clouding her mind. Memories of the night flooded in. She recalled following Gorlm and Gabby at a discrete distance. She remembered the intense arousal that coursed through her. It had made it difficult to control her urges. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not recollect how, why or when she had passed out.
Ari stood up. She was groggy, confused and disoriented. She took in her surroundings more closely. The darkness seemed thicker than usual. She looked up. The distant stars flickered in the clear sky. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. As she struggled to make sense of her situation, a faint sound in the distance caught her attention. It was the sound of water. She realized how thirsty she was. She followed the sound and found a small stream running through the forest. Desperate to quench her thirst, Ari crouched down. Using her palms as a makeshift bowl, she greedily drank from the stream. Satisfied, she briskly combed her hand through her messy hair. She was still tired and decided to rest for a while.
How do the pony girls drink without their hands?
she wondered.
It must be so difficult with the bit in their mouth. The goblins must be carrying water with them. How would it feel to be in their place? Kneel at the edge of the stream on command with my rider still on my back. Balance his weight while I lower my head and suck in enough water around my bit. Would my rider dismount before letting me quench my thirst. Holding my reins and watching me carefully as I drank. Probably not. Why would they care about a mere animal? He would just command me while he stays in his comfortable position. Would I choke as I try to avoid water entering my nostrils? How would it feel if my rider commands me to get up even when I am not done drinking?
These thoughts made her flush. She bunched up her dress. Her right hand slid between her legs, left touching her stiff nipple. It was dark. No one was around. She took a deep breath. She moaned as she slipped one finger inside her undergarment and touched her sensitive bundle of joy. She panted as she thrust two fingers into her wet core. She let her fingers dance inside her, pinching and prodding, just the way she liked it. She was short of breath now as if she had just ran a full marathon. Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. They spread out inside of her and she could feel them exploring their new home. She continued this for a while. It felt good. She groaned, her belly quivering, breasts heaving.
