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Izzys Ponygirl Journey Pt 05

Izzys Ponygirl Journey Pt 05

by horsebitoffun
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"Do you even have a bed big enough for me?" Izzy asked after Grall had taken the horse bit out of her mouth. "Your house is a bit small for me." In fact, his father's whole house was barely longer than Izzy, although it had several rooms. Goblins loved the narrowness of their dwellings, probably because their ancestors supposedly lived in caves. But that was no use to Izzy, unless she wanted to sleep in the dirt in front of his window.

Grall giggled. "Not exactly a bed, but a roof over your head," he explained, helping her out of her clothes. "This is a farm, and we have plenty of stables. Much more than we actually need; my father recently sold a few ponygirls for a good profit." Izzy shuddered. She would probably never get used to Oozol dealing with humans. Ponygirls, she corrected herself, but was there really such a big difference? "It's not a luxury hotel, but there is clean straw and it's warm. Or is the princess too good for a little straw?"

Izzy rolled her eyes. "It'll be fine for one night. But you leave the door open, understood?"

"Fine, I'll leave it open a crack. If it's fully open, everyone will know something's wrong."

"But I can open it myself, right?"

"Only if it's not completely closed. If it falls shut, it stays closed. Anything else wouldn't be good for a stable for a ponygirl. After all, they're not here voluntarily. But it's only for a short night, that's no problem, is it?"

"Fine, let's get this over with. But I'm not going to lie down in the straw with my clothes. Put them somewhere in your room." Grall did as he was told and put Izzy's dress from the morning in a corner of his room, where it took up a surprising amount of space in the tiny room. "Which stable should it be?" Although she didn't like to admit it, the word stable gave her goosebumps. It was bad enough that she was used to a saddle and horse bit by now, but a stable seemed like very real - a place that could quickly become her home if she wasn't careful.

"The one right here in front, we hardly ever use it. It's closest to our house, but also the furthest away from the other stables. That's perfect for you, isn't it?" He hobbled ahead and opened the stable door. "I'll bring you a blanket so you'll be a bit more comfortable at night. Ponygirls don't usually have one, but I'll make an exception for my Buttercup." Despite the cast, he was quick enough to dodge her fist; both of them laughed, but not too loudly to attract anyone's attention.

The blanket was thin, but in the summer, it was quite warm even at night. Grall wished her goodnight and closed the stable door, but only just enough so that the lock didn't snap shut. A little light came through the old boards, otherwise Izzy lay in the dark. It was her first night in a stable, until now she had always slept in the open air -- if she was outside of her bed. In that sense, a stable was actually a little more comfortable, the straw was fresh and so plentiful that Izzy could use it to make a bed. Still, it was a strange feeling, after all, this was a place for an animal, not a girl. Or had she already crossed that line? Her hands wandered along her body. Why did this thought make her so nervous? Was it because of Grall, or was it the situation? She moaned softly and bit her tongue. "That doesn't change anything," she whispered into the night, her cheeks red. The wind howled and rustled the leaves, the air tugged at the door and a final gust of wind pushed the stable door shut. "Damn."

The night was shorter than Izzy had expected. This was not because she had not slept well - in fact, she was lying relaxed in the straw, the blanket had slipped to the side, and she was dreaming of wide fields and the reins that showed her the way. But this dream was abruptly interrupted when the stable door opened loudly and the first light of the early morning hit her face. Like an awakening giant, she turned around and blinked so that her eyes could get used to the blinding sunlight, but some of the sleeping sand still robbed her of her vision. Instead, she heard footsteps approaching on the straw. Yawning, she opened her mouth to ask Grall what time it was, when she felt a bridle over her head and the familiar feeling of a bit being pushed into her mouth. Before she could react, the visitor grabbed her arms and tied them almost effortlessly behind her back. Her legs were also quickly secured. All of this happened before her head had really woken up. Slowly her eyesight returned and she realized with horror that it was not Grall who had woken her, but one of the goblin stable boys. He seemed quite strong for his small size. Her heart was pounding wildly, but she did not yet have the strength to fight back - and would that even be a good idea?

"It's good that I found you first. I must have made a big mess yesterday, why did I bring you into the stable without any security? The master would have ripped my head off if something had happened. You must be new, I don't remember you; that was way too much beer yesterday." He rubbed his head and seemed hardly more awake than Izzy. "Wait, now I recognize you." Izzy's heart froze. "You are Grall's new ponygirl. I was wondering which stable he put you in. You always disappeared in the evenings, but I rarely look up here. The master said that his son wanted to go riding today, so I'd better finish you off right away." He stroked her head and gave her a little pat on the bottom.

Izzy was seething with anger. Of course the stable boy had to think she was a horse, who else would be stupid enough to sleep naked in a stable? But it was actually her own fault, she didn't have to get involved in it, and she knew that. Now she was in trouble, and had to put up with this nonsense again. She took a deep breath and decided not to make trouble for the stable boy. It wasn't his fault, and he actually seemed very nice. She had already allowed Grall to turn her back into an animal in the morning. The only difference was that now a stranger was turning her into a pony. Izzy felt her whole body warm at the thought.

"Pexo, are all the horses ready yet?" called Oozol, who was working somewhere behind the barn.

"No, master, one is still missing. I'll prepare it right away," Pexo replied.

It was not the kind of greeting Izzy had expected that morning, but she had no choice. She would have liked to call Oozol for help, but tied up and with the bit in her mouth, that was impossible, so she had to follow the stable boy, who had put a collar and a leash on her. Her small steps were more strenuous than a sprint, but the stable boy paid no attention to her problems. He led her to a hut, where he tied her up naked in the open air. The fresh wind blew over her body, something she had gotten used to by now. Pexo laid Izzy's riding clothes on the ground next to her - everything was clean and shiny - and put the clothes on her one after the other. It was the familiar routine, as with washing, there was no hesitation or shame. To him, she was simply a ponygirl who needed her clothes. The straps on her breasts were quickly done, and the one between her legs was also pulled in record time. She barely had enough time to blush.

"You're done with that," said Pexo, holding out one of the treats that the grooms also gave to the other ponies. It was probably meant kindly, but Izzy snorted and declined. She hadn't sunk so low that she would eat out of a goblin's hand like an animal. But Pexo didn't seem to mind; he put the candy back in a bag and slapped her a little too hard on the bottom, causing Izzy to neigh loudly. But it wasn't just Pexo who heard that; Grall giggled too. He had just hobbled around the corner and was smiling.

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"This is a very welcome surprise," he said enthusiastically, with a lightness that only someone who had not been woken up in the morning with a horse's bit could have. "It saves a lot of time. I've never been greeted in the morning with my own saddled horse. I could get used to that. Maybe I will." Izzy stamped her feet angrily. For her it would remain an exception, and his jokes didn't change that.

"Your father said you wanted to go riding, so I got her ready right away."

"Good work. Everything looks right!" Grall praised Pexo's work, as if it wasn't completely insane that he had just equipped a human girl with a saddle and bit. "Was she good?"

"Very well behaved. She is a beautiful animal. Where did you buy her?"

Grall bit his tongue. "Oh, she comes from far away. Very far away. They have the best horses there."

"You can see that! Great stature, very healthy. She must have cost a fortune."

Izzy's boyfriend grinned, "She's priceless."

Pexo had just left when Izzy heard the familiar "Tack!" and let Grall climb into the saddle. "Don't worry," said Grall, stroking her hair. "You would have been saddled anyway, and Pexo did it well. Was it really that bad?"

Izzy hesitated before nodding slightly. It didn't really make much difference who saddled her, but it was a matter of principle! She stamped her feet firmly.

"Well, if I don't miss it, I'll saddle you in the morning, okay?"

That sounded fair, except that he was obviously planning many more rides. Izzy grumbled, but finally nodded. She felt his kick and was already on her way out of the yard before Oozol stopped her.

"Not so fast. Remember when I didn't approve of your abilities as rider and horse?" They both nodded, which looked silly, especially for Izzy with the bit and reins. But for once, Oozol really wanted to hear her opinion. "Good, because today we're going to practice a few basic things. First, I want to know from Grall if he remembers what the different stages in training a horse are called."

Grall swallowed and Izzy looked over her shoulder. He had the air of a boy who was about to forget something he had known all his life. "Foal, young horse, riding horse, and..." He stuttered and stared at his fingers as if the answer was hiding somewhere between them. Izzy would have liked to help him, but she had no idea. "So... I 've got it! Dressage horse and master horse."

Oozol nodded in satisfaction. "That's right. A foal has never had a saddle before, most are too young, or have been recently caught." Izzy snorted at this description. How could he pretend that it was okay to catch a girl and force her to live as a horse? But that was just how goblins were. "A young horse has been used to the saddle, but is not yet ready to be ridden normally. A riding horse is - as the name suggests - already broken in and can be used for rides. Buttercup here is actually such a riding horse, but you simply skipped the training as a young horse." He looked at both of them reproachfully. "Dressage horses know a few tricks, and are also trained for competitions, while a master horse is the highest quality. That is rare, however. Master horses are docile and perfectly adapted to the life of a horse. Buttercup could reach that level if you both try hard." Izzy snorted loudly; that was really not something she needed in her life. It was humiliating enough that for Oozol she was not just a horse, but a riding horse. How much nonsense did she have to listen to? She neighed loudly, but Oozol silenced her with a wave of his hand. "If you don't want to train, then you won't be allowed to ride anymore."

"That's unfair!" Grall complained angrily. "We did everything right. We know everything we need!"

"Good, prove it!" He went into the shed and came back with blinders. "Here, put them on Buttercup. You can put them over the eyes so the horse can't see. Prove to me that you can handle her only with the reins."

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As promised, the blinkers took away Izzy's sight, at least as long as they were closed. It was an unpleasant feeling, especially when Oozol stuffed cotton wool into her ears. Now she was blind and deaf and had to rely entirely on the reins. Nothing happened for a few minutes, then Grall gave her a light kick and she ran off. But that was probably too fast, she felt a jolt to the right, but before she could react, she ran painfully into a pole. She was absolutely sure that the place had been free before, but Oozol must have set up a few obstacles for the exercise. Izzy shook herself while Grall stroked her shoulders. His voice seemed to come miles away through the cotton wool and she understood nothing - except the new kick. Now she went a little slower until Grall gave her another kick and she ran a little faster. Without thinking, she reacted to the reins and went a little faster with the next kick. She was slowly becoming uneasy about how many quick commands Grall used to lead her around the obstacles that were invisible to her; only once did some wood scrape past her leg and leave a small wound. Grall brought her to a stop with a tug on both reins.

Grall pulled the cotton wool out of her ears and opened the blinders again, but he didn't take them off completely. "Satisfied?" His voice was unusually haughty, but Oozol seemed impressed.

"That was probably more the horse's performance, not the rider's. But it was good, you're well-coordinated. It's not often that someone succeeds so quickly."

Izzy looked around and froze. The whole arena was full of obstacles, some of which looked like it would be very painful to run into them. Luckily for her, she didn't have to experience that. But what was worse were the many spectators that had gathered around the arena. All the grooms had paused their work and watched her on her little ride. The first ones clapped and Izzy danced around on the spot, embarrassed.

"Is she officially a riding horse now?"

"Why not." Oozol held out one of the treats to Izzy. At first, everything in her was reluctant to eat the small brown candy from his hand, but considering that she could probably flush any feelings of shame down the toilet today anyway, she put her concerns aside. The other horses seemed to like these candies very much, maybe they even tasted good? She got down on her knees and pressed her mouth against Oozol's hand to get the treat into her mouth despite the horse's bit. It was difficult, and Oozol did nothing to make it easier for her. She had to use her lips like a shovel, and felt the rough skin on Oozol's not entirely clean hands. Finally she managed it, and to her surprise the candy was absolutely delicious! They reminded her a little of the sweets that the old goblin witch Hersia always gave her -- she was a terribly nasty woman, but at least her sweets were pretty good. How strange that Oozol's tasted so similar; it must have been a goblin recipe that was widely used. "All horses love our treats," said Oozol dryly. Izzy concentrated on the taste; the candy was extremely creamy and tender, it almost dissolved on her tongue by itself. The taste spread throughout her mouth, it was a mixture of vanilla and herbs that Izzy couldn't identify. Every time she moved her tongue, the taste changed and became even more intense. She nudged him and asked for another candy, which he gave her. "They taste horrible to us goblins, but ponygirls have different tastes. Buttercup, I congratulate you, you are now one of the horses who are allowed to carry a goblin."

A neigh was Izzy's only response. It was not an honor she wanted, but hardly anyone asked her opinion anymore anyway.

The ride took them deep into goblin country again, but they had set off early enough that this was not a problem. The roads were still empty and they were making good progress. The thump-thump-thump of Izzy's hooves was often the only sign of civilization in this part of the world, and they both enjoyed the solitude: just them and nature, spreading out before them in all its beauty. For all the trouble Izzy already had to endure today, these moments were almost worth it. They both enjoyed the peace and quiet when a familiar voice cut through the silence like a whip. Grall brought Izzy to a stop with the reins and turned her in the direction of the man calling.

"Drex, what are you doing here?" Grall asked cheerfully, as if he were seeing a good old friend again. Izzy grumbled; her memories of meeting this goblin and his father Krom were not as positive as Grall's; the meeting had also given him control over Izzy, which she had lost in the process. "We're going for a little ride, would you like to join us?"

Drex laughed loudly. "You're still acting like your horse is your friend. You two are a strange team, but I see you've listened to our advice. That looks much better. You're sitting much more securely in the saddle, I can see that she's obeying you now. Well done, you have to show an animal who's the boss." Izzy wanted to go for his throat, but she had to stay in her role and her hands weren't free to do so. Nevertheless, she put him on her list of naughty goblins. "Which way are you riding - or both of you, if you prefer that?"

"No, just me, of course. Buttercup is just a horse," Grall corrected himself, earning a snort from Izzy. "There are supposed to be some good ruins nearby. We - I - love that kind of stuff. Do you know anything about it?"

"Further to the east there are some larger castle ruins. If that's what you're looking for, you're welcome to come with me, that's the direction I'm heading too."

They both nodded to each other and Grall urged Izzy on so that she walked next to Drex's horse. It was a terribly boring trip for Izzy - with Drex they walked much slower and to make matters worse she had to listen to the senseless chatter of the two goblins; and thanks to the saddle she couldn't even put her fingers in her ears. Although when she thought about it she would have much preferred to wring their necks, after all they spent half the time talking about her and how best to tame her. It was once again a humiliating conversation and Grall did little to make it easier for her. In fact he seemed very interested in the advice, even though he kept emphasizing that Izzy was already completely obedient. To prove it he dismounted, let her go a few meters ahead and called her over to him with a "Come here, good girl!" as one would with a dog. Izzy was about to give him a good kick, but the risk of falling out of character so deep in goblin land was too great. So she went to him and obediently let him stroke her head for her servility. Her eyes flashed angrily at him, but he just smiled back cheekily, as if it were all just a harmless game and not the complete humiliation of his best friend.

Drex coughed loudly. "All this riding around is making me thirsty, we should reward ourselves for our efforts. There's a good pub in the next village, I'll treat you to a beer." Izzy rolled her eyes. What had the two of them accomplished other than sitting on their butts in the saddles while their horses did all the work?

"Gladly!" said Grall and gave Izzy another light kick so that she ran faster to the village. Drex did the same and they both rode at a gallop to the inn.

The village wasn't very big, but the inn was impressive. It towered over the other houses by a whole floor and stood in front of an open space where a row of ponygirls were tied to a long horse pole. Underneath was a long trough of water, and Izzy already knew that she wouldn't get any beer today. To her great annoyance, Grall tied her to the pole without hesitation and ran into the inn with Drex, not even looking back. Stupid, she thought, he didn't have to take the role play so seriously! This was supposed to be their ride together, she wasn't his horse so he could have fun on his own! But now she stood under the warm sun, still with the saddle on her back, and could do nothing but wait for her rider. Her time was meaningless, as was her opinion of the situation. She existed only to serve him - at least according to the goblins who went in and out of the inn. Her eyes fell on a sign next to the entrance: "Animals are not allowed in - ponygirls must stay outside!" She grumbled, especially because occasionally humans came out of the inn, who were probably trading with the goblins. That also explained why the inn was so big - it had been built for humans too. Luckily, no one paid her any attention; for the humans too, she was probably just an animal waiting for its owner with the other ponygirls...

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