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."
