Izzy's Ponygirl Journey

Arriving behind the barn, Grall hurriedly took the horse's bit out of Izzy's mouth. She stretched her aching jaw and took a deep breath. "This is an instrument of pure torture. Who comes up with something like that?"

"Riders?" Grall answered cheekily and loosened the buckles from the saddle and laid it in a corner. Izzy was able to get the bridle off her head herself after finding the safety catch on the back of her head. Grall held his hands in front of his face when he noticed that her bra and underwear had not survived the ride well. Blindly he handed her the dress. Of course, he'd seen a lot of ponygirls naked - that was pretty much their normal state - but Izzy was his best friend, whom he'd known since childhood, and that made it different.

"That's not funny. Burn this disgusting thing. Don't you dare come near me with that again!"

"Absolutely not, that's junk. My father doesn't allow something like that on the farm." He handed her some water so that she could rinse the taste out of her mouth. "Are we going riding again tomorrow?"

"But not with this horse bit!"

"Understood, I'm going to throw it in the trash right away."

Izzy was satisfied with that, also because she had missed the word "riding". "But we were fast, you have to admit that."

She grumbled. "Yes, but it was still humiliating. Do you still have a goal?"

"Sure, dozens! The whole area is full of ruins. But I have to warn you, most of them are on the goblin side. Think about it. If you want to continue, we'll meet here again tomorrow morning."

The night was restless for Izzy. Her dreams revolved around riding and being ridden. She almost felt the bit in her mouth, and the reins on her shoulders. She woke up in the middle of the night soaked in sweat and realized that she probably wouldn't be able to get this topic out of her head so quickly. To her own surprise, they hadn't even been nightmares; instead, she ran free as the wind across the fields, hearing the loud laughter of Grall in her ears as goblins stood on the side of the road and clapped. What a bunch of crazy dreams.

The next morning, Izzy ran overtired towards Oozol's farm. She'd had the wildest dreams as a ponygirl all night, and now she was ready to try it again. Only this terrible bit certainly didn't come into her mouth anymore, the taste was still on her tongue.

"Careful, please!" a goblin shouted behind her and Izzy made way for a group of riders on their ponygirls. Something tingled in her stomach when she saw the reins, saddles, bits and boots, which she had now come to know in a very intimate way. She must have looked a lot like those ponygirls yesterday, only the branding, the registration number, and the tail -- she blushed even thinking about the possibility -- really set them apart. She took a deep breath and looked at the horses again.

"Oh, do you dream of being ridden one day?" It was Grunhilda's nasty voice, and she wasn't alone. Some of her friends stood with her at the side of the road and laughed at Izzy.

Izzy clenched her fists, but she also felt strangely caught. She was sure nobody could see the dreams on the tip of anyone's nose, but on the other side she had also stared quite a bit...

"Certainly, she doesn't have to dream of it. She has this goblin, Grall. She is his little mare. He's ridden her, for sure, just look how red she gets. I bet she'll go to him now and get the reins on."

"How do you know..." She bit her tongue, but it was too late, she had blundered in a really stupid way. The girls burst out laughing, and Izzy couldn't think of anything better than to just run away. She didn't stop until she was crouching in the shade behind Oozol's shed, tears shot from her eyes. What was wrong with her? She just wanted to help her best friend, and now everyone would think that she... well, exactly what she did to him. If she were honest, Grunhilda wouldn't think anything of her that wasn't true. But she had never wanted anyone to know about it.

A rough hand stroked her head. "Shhh, everything's fine," Grall whispered and only stopped when Izzy sniffed loudly and looked at him with red eyes. Why had that worked, she asked herself. Wasn't this just how animals were treated? She told him what had happened, and he listened, as befits a good friend. Only when she was done did he say something. "That was just a slip of the tongue. They have no proof and will have forgotten it tomorrow. These stupid chickens cluck all day. Don't worry." Izzy nodded and wiped away her tears. "Ready for a new ride, Buttercup?"

"Don't do that" She didn't have the strength for more than that.

He shook his head. "In Goblin Land, you have to play your part. It's easier if we start right away, otherwise we'll have a problem. It can be dangerous if they don't think you're my ponygirl." Izzy bit her lower lip. As much as she hated to admit it, but if they really wanted to cross the border again, he was probably right.

"All right, but only when we... ride out... Otherwise not!" It was not a good compromise, but she had endured worse in the last few days. She pulled the dress over her head, but this time she was not wearing any underwear, which almost gave Grall a heart attack. "Don't be so prudish, you've seen many ponygirls naked. On the last ride, my clothes suffered too much, I can't pay for that." Nevertheless, she held her arms in front of her breasts and between her legs until Grall had lifted the saddle onto her back. She sighed when she had to put her arms back; now she was completely unprotected, but of course she had expected that. Grall's hands trembled like leaves whenever he even brushed her breasts, and he was more nervous than he had been in years when he had to reach between her legs. Izzy was also a bit restless, now that the strap rubbed directly between her legs - no fabric offered her protection. But she just didn't have enough underwear to ruin one every day. "And wash the saddle every day." Grall nodded with a red head, his ears twitched wildly. Finally, he was done and as exhausted as after a long race. Izzy was still kneeling in front of him, but her bare breasts almost jumped out at him. The straps of the saddle pushed her forward, as with all ponygirls.

He helped her into the pony boots and held something up. "We need that." In his hand he held brand new bridle. The straps were shiny and visibly unworn. "Otherwise, we will attract attention again."

"No way, I told you to throw the stuff away! Aren't you listening to me?"

"Yes, and I put it in the trash as promised. You won't see any of the two goblins' stuff again," he explained. "This is brand new. I know it's uncomfortable, but otherwise we stand out. And it's dangerous for a girl so far in Goblin Land, you've heard that. If we do it, you'll have to dress up."

She took a deep breath, her heart calmed down, and her anger slowly subsided. "Don't anyone about this!" Reluctantly, the bridle was put on. Unlike the one of the two riders, however, it smelled quite pleasant, a little like... she sighed when she realized that it was the smell of buttercups. Grall laughed when he noticed that she recognized the smell. "The most beautiful smell in the world, if you ask me." Izzy wasn't so sure, but in the end, it was his bridle -- or hers, depending on how you looked at it.

She opened her mouth to tell him something about it when, to her shock, he put a new horse bit in her mouth, which immediately snapped into place on the bridle. She shook her head wildly, and Grall sprang back in fear.

"What are you doing?" he asked, waiting for Izzy to calm down. "You agreed to the bridle. A bit is part of it so that the reins work. It's a new bit, I bought it this morning especially for you, it's your own bit, no other horse will wear it. I promise!" Izzy still glared at him wickedly, especially for the "other horse" stuff. Now she already had her own horse bit. That was madness! Nevertheless, she tried to calm down, after all, he wasn't entirely wrong. She tried to feel the bit with her tongue, but she held something metallic down. "It's a practice bit for inexperienced horses like you, who have to get used to the reins first. When I pull the reins, a plate presses on the palate and tongue depending on the direction, so it's easier for you to notice my commands." He seemed very proud, as if that was a good idea, and not just another stupid torture device to treat her like an animal. Izzy grumbled dissatisfied. "I don't have another one. If you want, I'll take it out and we'll break off for today."

Izzy shook her head and finally let the reins be put on, completing her transformation from an unloved girl to an -- it seemed -- admired ponygirl. Or so Izzy thought, because now Grall took another pen out of his pocket.

"We will fake the registration number, too" He hurriedly drew a number on the upper half of her right breast, which was now freely accessible thanks to Izzy's courage. He had great difficulty not to ruin the number with his trembling. In the end, it wasn't perfect, but it would certainly deceive most, at least at a distance. Izzy looked down and neighed - she didn't know another word to describe the sound the bit forced her to make - when she realized that he had painted her with his own birthday as the registration number. It was one more step towards being just an animal, and she felt even more like "his horse" now that she wore his number clearly visible on her bosom. If someone saw her now, she would no doubt sink directly into the ground. Meanwhile, she wasn't even sure if she really found the ruins THAT exciting to go to all this effort. But Grall was obviously having fun, and as a good friend she didn't want to be the killjoy. "Wait, I still have a surprise." He grinned and pulled down his shirt and pointed to a number he had painted on his own flat chest: It was Izzy's birthday, which he knew well, of course. She grinned. "Best friends forever," he said, hugging her.

He awkwardly climbed into the saddle because of his broken leg and spurred her on with a small kick as he had done normally, while he steered her with the reins without words. Izzy realized that this was her first real ride as a ponygirl and rider, after all, they were already starting with the reins, and Grall was in full control. The practice bit was very unfamiliar, the metal tasted -- well, like metal -- and she had to follow the reins immediately if she didn't want the metal to press painfully into the roof of her mouth or tongue. Grall also had to learn to be even more careful with the reins. Even a small pull was enough to control Izzy. It was obvious that the practice bit taught both how to well, and Izzy soon reacted instinctively to the reins, and was otherwise able to let her thoughts wander freely during the ride. It was a new feeling, as if she was a passenger herself on this ride, because direction and speed came as if automatically.

She only had to get used to the lack of her bra. Her breasts swung freely with every step, and since she was well endowed, it was a very new feeling. But she would get used to that too, she was sure by now.

The ride to the ruins was uneventful. They kept bumping into other goblins and their ponygirls, but Izzy didn't seem to be unusual - just one of the animals, nothing else. At best, Grall got some praise for his ponygirl, but no one had any doubt that she was real. For Izzy, this was a strange experience that was not on her wish list but had now come true, nonetheless. Unfortunately, the ruins were a flop again, but both had gotten used to it by now, and at Izzy's pace it was still only a lost day; if someone could see a ride on a bright summer day as a loss. Even Izzy enjoyed the weather and the run. However, the journey had taken longer than expected, and the way back was no shorter. It was already dark, and Izzy was completely exhausted before they were near the village. For once, Izzy was relieved that she could rely on the reins. Her eyelids were heavy and fell shut again and again, while her burning legs galloped over the hard ground as if by themselves.

"We'll be home in a minute, then you can rest," Grall said and steered her on. Sometimes he gave her a little kick when she slowed down. She wasn't angry with him; she could use some abortion right now. It was only a few meters to the shed, but a voice froze Izzy as if to ice.

"There you are at last; I thought you were lost." It was Oozol who was standing next to the shed and running towards her. Izzy would really have liked to sink into the ground, but unfortunately, the earth didn't do her that favour.

Oozol looked strangely angry as he took the reins from Grall. Izzy watched at him anxiously -- was he mad at her disguise? Was that possible? But instead, he just patted her on the butt in a friendly way, as he did -- she had often seen this -- with most ponygirls. This thought made Izzy tremble even more, she could only stay on her feet with difficulty, mostly because she was really tired. "Tack," Oozol said, and Izzy almost fell to her knees from exhaustion. As soon as Grall had dismounted clumsily from Izzy, Oozol pulled his ears out -- not only as a proverb; the goblin boy danced around howling, while his father almost lifted him by the ears into the air. "You are a terrible horseman, my son. Look at her, you've completely overworked her. It's probably time to teach you how to ride properly." He let go of Grall and shook his head. "Surely you think you already know everything, but your father knows a few tricks. Take her reins and come with me. The poor thing needs some rest. I'll show you how to take care of your ponygirl."

Izzy was too tired to oppose -- and thanks to the bit she was not able to do so -- and trotted powerlessly after the limping Grall, as the reins demanded. Still, she was sure that at the moment she looked like any other ponygirl who had been led across the court by her reins over the years. The path led across the large practice area to a building that Izzy didn't know yet. Oozol took the reins and tied them to a stake, to Izzy's surprise - Izzy hoped, probably out of habit.

"After every ride, you have to wash your ponygirl," Oozol said. "It's not just about removing the dirt; you also have to take care of their tired muscles. You borrow their power while riding, and that's the least you can give back for it. Always be good to the animals you use."

Grall's eyes widened. "But that's why we have grooms!"

"Is the fine gentleman too fine to get his fingers dirty after a ride? Look at your horse, you've demanded a lot from her. A little warm water is the least. If you can ride, you can also wash!"

"Of course, it's just..." he stammered and looked at Izzy embarrassed.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm well aware that it's strange for both of you, I can see that in your eyes. But you've decided to explore the world as a rider and a horse," he taps the surprised Izzy on the breast, exactly on the painted number, "then you have to finish it. Did you send Buttercup home dirty the last few rides?" He looked at his son sternly, but it was Izzy who was almost frozen in shock. How did the old goblin know this name? She also looked sternly at Grall, who was getting smaller and smaller under the gaze of father and horse.

"I'm sorry. That won't happen again. Promised. I will take better care of Buttercup in the future." There was that name, and Izzy stomped angrily, but Oozol seemed to interpret her reaction differently.

"You see, she agrees. Where did you get all the stuff from? You didn't help yourself to our supplies, did you?"

Grall shook his head hurriedly. "No, I would never do that! I bought everything new for her."

Oozol seemed satisfied. "Very good. Maybe you're not as hopeless as I always thought. Even though you've overworked her a bit, I'm relieved that you've finally become a ponygirl rider. I was afraid that you didn't like riding in general, but now I see that you were interested in our Isabel." He patted Izzy several times on the bare buttocks again. "You couldn't have chosen a better animal. It's hard to find good livestock these days." Izzy neighed, if not in agreement, but Oozol interpreted it differently again. "Come on, she's getting impatient. It's late, too."

Izzy looked around the corner and saw Saxea, who was watching her with wide eyes. "May I help? I've washed a lot of horses!"

"Not with this horse," Oozol said. "She's a friend of Grall's, you know her."

Saxea nodded, but something seemed to be on the tip of her tongue. "Why is she a ponygirl now, did you catch her? Will you give her to me?" Izzy snorted angrily.

Oozol laughed. "It's... complicated. Go now, you still have some chores to do, don't you?"

The little girl grumbled and left, for which Izzy was very grateful. She didn't need any more spectators, especially none who wanted her as a gift.

The two goblins fetched warm water, sponges and soap. The first thing they did was take the saddle from her, although Oozol was not as hesitant as his son. The saddle was quickly down, and the two goblins cleaned it thoroughly, while Izzy stood tied to the pole almost completely naked in the yard. It was a strange experience, also because some of the grooms looked over at her. Of course, they recognized her, after all, she was the best friend of the owner's son and well known in the village. Izzy could only hope that they would shut up, but she wasn't sure.

After the saddle was clean, Oozol spoke directly to Izzy. "It will certainly be unfamiliar to you, but please join in. My son has to learn it, and then can wash you in the future after all your rides." It sounded to him as if there would be many more to follow today's ride, and Izzy wasn't sure if she really wanted to be used as a mount for so long. But there was a certainty in Oozol's voice that made Izzy feel very insecure. "To make sure he learns it properly, we do it like with every ponygirl." He handed Grall a few handcuffs and shackles. They tied her hands behind her back, then they took off her pony boots, which were also washed thoroughly. Then Grall put the ankle shackles on her, between which a strong but short ribbon was stretched, which allowed only short stumbling steps.

"That's for safety when you're working close to a ponygirls legs. Their strong legs can be deadly for a goblin." Izzy hated that he was talking about "their legs," but maybe he was just referring to humans in general? Next, he gave Grall a collar with a leash, which he put on her and secured to the stake. Only then was she freed from the bridle and bit and washed both. "Please don't say anything so that it remains realistic." Izzy nodded silently, but it was still a good feeling to have control over her mouth again. She stretched her jaw in all directions and her tongue could wander freely again.

"The collar is more for practical reasons, so that the horse doesn't wander around. The ankle shackles are more important. When washing, you always start at the top. Tack!" Izzy knelt down without hesitation - something she was slightly ashamed of - and Grall poured some warm water over her head. It was a wonderful feeling, like a bucket full of sunbeams. She felt the first dirt flowing with the water on the floor. "Please close your eyes, the soap is not very pleasant. Most ponies learn that quickly, but I'd rather warn you." Grall took a sponge full of soap and spread it generously in Izzy's felty hair. "Your mane needs some love. We should take care of that soon." Grall also washed her face, neck, arms, and shoulders with the soapy water, but then he stopped. "What's going on?", asked Oozol.

Grall was so tense that Izzy feared that he would break his own bones. "She is... so... I don't know if..."

"You humanize her too much. When she's out there as a girl, it's certainly different. But here she is your ponygirl." Oozol grabbed Izzy's right breast with one hand without asking. He squeezed her slightly, but only in such a way that it was still comfortable for Izzy, apart from the fact that he was groping her without even asking first.