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Question to get the thread going: Do you prefer fantasy, historical of modern settings ?
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Here is chapter 2 of my ponygirl story! The fucking around is over and we are just getting started on the find out stage.https://archiveofourown.org/works/80156961/chapters/211743901
>>11480644Modern, with a little bit of advanced science and/or magic to keep things spicy and handwave minor annoyances.
>>11480644I feel like different eras carry different implications. Historical eras almost demand that the ponygirls are "owned". Modern is is more of a wage slave default position, where they sign up for the paycheck. I guess future era would imply body mods.
>Hey Wendy!>Hi! Ohh, you were right, it really is nice up here on the roof this time of night. I was afraid it would be cold.>Best place to drink beer.>I miss beer. I miss you. I miss sitting down and doing nothing.>Well I hardly ever see you anymore.>Sorry. Work has been 7 days a week, and then there are night classes, and I never did quit that paper route in the morning. >I dig it. In this economy though, I guess you have to hang on to whatever you have.>You have that look. What happened?>You can tell? The, uh, gig dried up, and now I've go these things.>I didn't want to say anything. They can't be real. Nobody as skinny as you can have knockers like that. The world couldn't be that unfair. They are beyond basketballs.>You can have them, they fucking dribble milk at random.>Milk? >They made us all sign these non-disclosure agreements, but fuck it, the whole company went bankrupt, and I won't even be getting my final paycheck. I went to their office, and it's being turned into a Toy's R Us. I don't even know who to yell at.>But milk?>It was a bunch of medical industry reps, and they said we would be helping to produce hormone supplements. It would help barren women to conceive and cure a bunch of shit. So they gave us a shot in the arm, and in a week, everything soft on me just moved straight into my titties.>You're still want to save the world, but by lactating hormones?>It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now everything I eat goes straight to my boobs. Like, everything. I shit you not, I'm 8 beers in, and I can't even get a buzz.>Boobs full of beer. Those boobs would be very popular at the club where I work. Just saying, the tips would be huge.>Maybe I should try that. And you know, the company didn't even give us a good answer. Just mumbled a bunch of shit about MSG and leaded gasoline, and how house painters were doing something with basedbeans and yams or something.
>>11480818>Well come apply at the club. I can get you an interview. With melons like that, you don't even need an act.>An act? Is this club a burlesque or something?>It's just stripping, and music. And I guess we dance and act out these routines. Ok, maybe it's a burlesque.>Does it explain your shoes?>Like em? Better than high-heels, they are no-heels. They're made to look like hooves.>I can tell that much. So it's a horse act?>Pony girls. I guess rabbits were taken. It's kinda weird though, I spend so much time at work, I never have time to buy my own clothes, so I just end up wearing costume stuff. I don't even realize the thong is riding up anymore. You should see me when I'm waiting around at the laundromat.>Didn't you say you still had a paper route?>Not all of the costumes underwear, the club is western themed. I ride my bike in some very classy daisy dukes. >Them Duke boys would be proud.>The top is technically a lace bra, but nobody is awake that early anyhow, and it's a very nice bra. I would almost be proud to be arrested in a bra this nice.>Guys can go topless. It's not fair. >Testify sister! ... Uhh. I can't believe you aren't drunk. I'm half a can in, and my world is spinning. >Does your club make bras in THIS size? >They're a national brand or some shit. They literally have tailors that can make any size you want. They used to do some kind of traveling show I think, but the real owner has been on vacation with his wife for forever, so the board members just opened up all these strip clubs everywhere and I don't think the owner even knows what goes on.>If it gets me the support I need, they can do whatever they want. >It wouldn't be bad to think of an act. I'm redoing mine I think. See? I got this thing?>Are you getting married?
>>11480819>No, I bought the ring at the pawn shop for 7 bucks. Looks real, huh? My marketing classes have been haunting my dreams, and I kept thinking about some of the pointers that the older girls at the club keep giving, and maybe I can wrap everything together. One of them is to pretend you're married. It makes the big spenders focus more on you, with gifts and shit.>How does that work?>I don't know. They think they're stealing someone's wife, like it's a challenge or something. Also, pretend to be rich, because then they tip way bigger.>They don't want to tip if you're poor?>The club is full of rich assholes, and I don't know why, but they just hate anything that resembles charity. But if they think you don't need the money, it's like a competition to impress you. >That bit of psychology must be useful for something.>Yep. So if I can pick some fancy stage name, I can complete the marketing campaign. Something long and fancy, but also western themed. I don't know, I'm still trying to think of one. Mrs. Oil-money, but less ridiculous. >So these customers, are they getting, you know...>I don't... Ok, well not often. It's mostly the other girls that take them to the back to fuck. I mean, it pays good, but they keep coming up pregnant, and they never see that guy again.>Men are such assholes.>Yeah. He's the one cheating on his wife, so when a baby comes, why can't he be the one that has to raise it? Fucking rich assholes.>Still, if the money's good. >Just let him use those udders you're carrying. Best protection ever.>That's not the worst idea. Udders? Yeah, I could do a cow theme. >Ha! We have rope back stage. We can have a whole rodeo act. >What's the rope for?
>>11480822>We take turns being on stage for intermission, like a different girl each time. The stage manager knows how to do this thing, I can't do it, but we like lay on our stomach, and she puts our hands and feet together, and we just lay there helpless in the middle of the stage with this rustic tip bucket out front. It fills up and we split the money.>How long are you out there?>I dunno, 45 minutes? I always seem to fall asleep during anyhow. >Lunch breaks?>You can eat whatever the kitchen has, whenever you want, but most of us kinda nibble lean to keep the weight off.>Well everything I eat goes to my boobs, so good for me. >I'm jealous. I have to watch my figure. I have been literally eating dry oats with nuts and things in it.>Too lazy to finish making real granola? Or just horses on the brain?>The sugar will rot your teeth, but yeah, I can't cook anyhow. You'd be surprised what you can get used to eating.>Sounds almost flavorless.>You'd be surprised the flavors you notice when you eat something like that every day. But it doesn't matter, you can just load up on fried shrimp at the bar. >Hmmm, I could do that.>Yes! You have to apply. We can work together. I miss my best friend. We'll take the whole place over. >Yeah, get into the heads of those rich assholes, and take their money.>All the girls there need help anyhow. You like to save the world.>Seems kinda hopeless, not going to lie.>I get it. Everything costs too much, and food is made of chemicals, and nobody can save money. >Not really what i was thinking of, but yes, absolutely.
>>11480824>The girls, they aren't dumb, but... The city is noisy, and saving money is hard. What if the uh... club agency office thing... could just make things organized. Just take care of all the hard stuff, and then when the girls are ready to quit, here is all this money so you don't have to worry anymore. >I think the city is getting to you. Maybe the western farm theme is in your head.>Maybe I'm too drunk to think. >Ok, I'll apply. >Yay! Wendy and Rebecka save the strippers of the world.>And I shall be enjoying champagne and fried shrimp.>Yes, and I shall have...>Dry oats?>Oh Becky, you know me so well.>Yes ma'am, Mrs. Ponderosa.>Oooo, did you just come up with that? Can I use that? >For you, of course. It's the ranch from Bonanza.>Heh heh, Michael Landon.>I'll drink to that hair.
>>11480818>>11480819>>11480822We need to make an archive of greentexanon's work for posterity
>>11480830>bar attached to elbows behind back to hold them in placeIs there a tag for this?
I <3 PONY
>>11480643Can't have a ponygirl thread without the GOAT. he's finally working on the third part after 12 years.....
>>11480643Imagine taming a gorrila mare with your dick alone
>>11481309
Objective pony tierlist: >Draft pony: S tier, critical to food production and goods transportation, the backbone of the empire's eeconomy>General purpose: A tier, useful to get around places and long voyages>Competition pony: D tier, high maintenance and zero endurance, absolute divas >Show pony: F tier, hand over your riding crop and remove yourself from the guild registry.Sincerely, the guild examiner who had to give a regulation brand to some plump ribbon covered abomination last week.
I'd also like to add that this is a complete waste of good resources, I've got a dozen farms in nearby villages that are at least a pony short for their plow team 3 week out from planting season and those noble dipshits are hogging all the fresh captures with their pet project. Those idiots will be the first to give me an earfull a few months down the line once grain output predictably falls and beer prices go trough the roof. I gotta write to the governor about it, or at least the slaving guild. Fucking nobles man
>>11481392>Competition pony: D tierTerrible take worthy of having your license revoked. Competition Ponies are the cream of the crop, the ideal.You're comparing a castle to a shack and saying the shack is better because the castle is harder to build and maintain.A real list is Competition pony: S tier, and all the rest are somewhere around F because who even cares about them.And also, they're not Divas.Sincerely, Not a competition pony.
>>11481409Look, noble hobbies are fine and dandy but I'm in the middle of the biggest grain producing province of the empire and the nearest supply route for the slave guild is 12 days overland from the capital port. Maybe do your buying at the capital instead of nabbing all the local supply, I've got the farmer's union and the imperial tax collector both hounding me all day because of the upcoming harvest season, and I have the feeling I'm gonna have to break the news to the visiting consul before he hears of it from one of you scheming fucks. I swear I'm starting to miss the eastern campaign, at least I could just capture more ponies when needed back then.
>>11480708how on earth did you manage to make me hard for stealth mlpshit you fucking asshole
>>11481550Glad you liked it anon~
>>11480708Good shit anon
>>11481562Thanks anon! There will be more Soon™.
>>11480643Anyone got more manga like goblin empire and female cattle camp?
>"So what kind of name is that? 'Alice Afterburner'? Sounds made up.">"Dude, that's a racing name. She used to be one of those racing ponygirls. The one that first broke 50mph.">"For real? So why is she running for president? Don't they make more money than God?">"Weirder people have had the job. Besides, you know they run blindfolded? That takes, like brass balls. Not to suggest she...">"With tits like that, I'm not sure I would care if she did.">"Think they're real?">"Fuck, I don't care. If they bounce, they're real enough.">"You should have paid attention to the primaries, she destroyed the other candidates.">"Seriously? Did she make them race her?">"Can you imagine? No, she had some kind of 'ponygirl aptitude' testing thing she's always pushing for public school. Apparently it's supposed to help find jobs and free education for dozens of different careers.">"Like, regular jobs, or just ponygirls? You know they say those are the hardest jobs to get.">"You know, I'm not sure. They only give the candidates like a minute to talk during debates.">"Kids always get all these advantages we never got.">"Yeah, but it's still good to give them stuff.">"I guess so. You know what, if she's hot, I'll vote for her.">"She is dude. She is.">"Does she have a running mate?">"Uh yeah... That senator that's always barefoot.">"That tiny lady? The blond?">"That's her." >"Two chicks? I guess we're overdue anyhow.">"That's not a reason, but it doesn't bother me.">"Same. Same."
>Hey, pony?>Huh, dairy cow? How did you sneak into the barn without being noticed?>Are you looking at that new little wooden hut outside?>It's a coop.>Oh? Does it have two doors?>Actually, yeah, but why?>If it had four doors, it would be a sedan.>Whaa... Ok, yeah. Not bad. ha ha... uh... Not like a car coupe, it's a chicken coop.>I'm guessing it doesn't have regular chickens in it, since it keeps making orgasm noises.>Something new from The Agency. Just one chicken girl that arrived crammed in a little crate. The farmer said they implanted chicken stem cells into her neithers, so she makes real chicken eggs. >I'd hate to think she was laying human eggs.>Uck. Agreed. But she's supposed to make real chicken eggs. But, no bird sicknesses, and fully vaccinated against human illnesses. Kinda big for eggs. I think they have to have bigger cartons to hold them.>She really sounds like she enjoys pushing them out. >Lucky her, since it seems to happen every 20 minutes.>Thinking of which, I'm due to be milked. See you.>Have fun I guess.>...>...>...>I... need to stop watching this while touching myself.
>>11482291this is oddly yet deeply arousing anon
[good news] The third chapter of papermania-sensei infamous female cattle camp series is currently on production after 14 years[bad news] We will probably already dead when its finally finished
>>11482310Hopefully so, and yet, I didn't consider the implications of "when does she sleep?". Now left with the only remaining answer that she can only catch short naps between emanations.
>>11482568It's always good to ask yourself these questions and answer them truthfully. The hyperrationalization of an obvious fetish is what makes your work so good to read.
>"In breaking news, last year's medical supply theft has just been resolved. Do we have any more information at the scene?" >"Thank you, newsroom. As you know, seven months ago, several cases of what is known as "hucow serum" was stolen from a vehicle in route to an official facility. According to law enforcement, it seems that the alleged thief, tried the "serum" on herself, but was not aware of the recommended dosage. Due to the nature of the serum, her proportions changed, and she became desperate to hide the condition. She stopped going to work, and started to order her groceries to be delivered to avoid going outside. Having failed to find a solution for her situation, she eventually found herself trapped, unable to exit through the door. Today a neighbor called emergency services, after seeing a trail of what appeared to be milk, flowing out from under the apartment door." >"Truly surprising." >"Yes, and and you can see, the apartment wall was taken down, and a specialized crane is lifting her out. Some of the details will of course be censored for delicate audiences, but you can clearly see an otherwise petite woman, attached to a pair of breasts that each appear to be larger than herself. One wonders if her feet touched the ground anymore." >"Now, I didn't know they had cranes of this nature." >"I've been told that this rig is on loan from a local aquarium and is normally used to transport humpback whales." >"Fascinating" >"Yes, and we'll keep you appraised of any new developments. So for the alleged thief has not been reached for comment." >"Thank you. ... In other stories, does your graduating teenager have what it takes to be accepted into the prestigious ponygirl college? Their stringent enrollment requirements may soon be getting even more selective. Tune in to our prime time broadcast to get the details. ... And now a message from our sponsors."
>>11480708based lesbianon
> * One of the hucows has noticed the farm yard is a bit quieter than earlier, and decides to check on the new chicken-girl coop *> * She notices one of the ox girl's backside is hanging out of one of the small coop doors *> * The hucow decides to poke her head in through the other door *>"Hi oxy! Hello new chick, nice to meet you! Kinda cozy in here.">"Hey dairy gal. Don't expect much conversation out of chicken girl at the moment.">"Oh, she's been gagged. That explains why... I don't hear her outside.">"Yeah, now she just moans into her gag. The farmer handed a set of new gear to one of the ponygirls and ask her to apply it. I guess nobody was sleeping well last night.">"Looks fancy. A whole head harness and everything.">"Yeah, kinda a big ballgag, but I guess it's the results that matter. I'm not sure she really notices it, since she still mostly goes to sleep between orgasms.">"What are the handcuffs for?">"The ponygirls said they came with the gag, and it just seemed wasteful not to use the whole set.">"I guess that makes sense. The orange fishnet stockings are kinda cute. Very poultry themed.">"I think she was already wearing those when she got here. Part of the uniform.">"What's all that stuff?">"The nest? Yeah, it has some kind of soft marble run under it, to catch the eggs. Wait a short while, and you'll see her use it.">"Do... um... Do you think people actually, buy the eggs? You know, for breakfast?" >"Oh no. It's like your milk, it's for medical stuff. They use the albumen for vaccines and diluting medication in shots.">"Ahhhh, I get it. Makes more money that way.">"Yeah, chicken girl eggs aren't for eating.">"And if the farmer wants to drink milk, he has safe ox girl milk.">"Absolutely, and of course the girls that make beluga caviar, are absolutely selling to fancy restaurants.">"THE WHAT?!"
>>11483052> >"THE WHAT?!"
>>11483077If they can make a woman produce chicken eggs, logically other eggs would work too. Caviar is potentially profitable, but the laboratory could contain dozens of unusual experiments resulting in types of eggs that had no practical use. Ostrich girl may be questioning some of her choices.
>>11483052As the hucow stands there. Staring into the large aquarium housing a dozen women bound in various types of fish/mermaid based bondage gear, all wearing rebreathers as they swim and float around. She now realizes that maybe things might've gone a little too far.
>>11483099Dumb cow, not far enough I say!
Maybe the caviar girls have their own farm, sitting around in stainless steel chairs on clean tables, so their expulsions can be processed. Maybe they are kept in aquarium as restaurants, so that they can expel eggs just before consumption. Maybe there are special strip clubs, and the patrons walk in with a sleeve of crackers, then wait while holding a cracker out to be personally served.Or maybe the caviar girls work a nyotaimori restaurants, where they lay on a table and have sushi served on top of them, but at one end they function as a caviar dispenser.
Being a nameless dumb dairy cow in a huge farm is my ideal life.>¨Where do you see yourself in 10 years?¨In this same small stall, bigger than ever, still producing milk so that my owners can earn their money and put food on the table.
>>11483531Lazy fat chested cow. A waste of farm space that could given to ponies.
>>11483541Hey, I produced 2270 gallons of milk last year, I'm plenty productive.
>>11483531Sounds great, until your owner decides that rent is getting too high and forced to do some space saving measure.
>>11480644>Do you prefer fantasy, historical of modern settings ?Slightly futuristic, except an economic collapse happened, fuel is getting really rare and a plague wiped out a lot of the draft animals, so women are getting called up to serve:- upon turning 18 they're, depending upon the area, called up for anywhere between 2 and 7 years of mandatory service - think between 8 and 14 hours of labor as a draft horse-then, they have a reprieve until after they're 35, when they're put on the reservist list and from which they get called up for shorter terms (8 hours on one day during the weekend if they're lucky, to keep them in shape, if they're unlucky (harsher economic demands, disasters, simply a big need for labor) full-time draft work - they're permanently freed upon turning 50Oh and also, in the first service term, disobedience isn't punished by physical punishment (as that's a mandatory aspect for everyone), or even by fucking (as the young women are allowed to retain their virginity for their husbands), it's punished by moving the name up on the list for the reserve list, meaning that a woman that was disobedient in her youth is going to be working as a draft animal much more when she turns 35. If she's unlucky, maybe continuously until she's 50.As for the second term, disobedience is punished by sexual means, permanently inserted sex toys and overtime in the army barracks.
> * one of the cow girls peeks her head and left tit into the door of the barn. She's looking around the room, counting ponygirls on her fingers *>"Hey moo cow, what are you up to?">"Horse! Come 'er. Come 'er... shh shh... look over there outside.">"At her? What about her?">"Is she new? She's not one of you guys.">"Oh... No, she belongs to the hydroponics greenhouse down the road. Our farmer probably traded some corn to them to get some other stuff, like these delightful carrots over here.">"Ok. She explains why she dresses different than you guys".>"Yeah, our farmer has lots of staff, so we all pretty much keep it simple. The hydroponics place only has her. She's what we call an 'only pony'">"There's a name for having only one?">"Uh... yeah. I guess when a farmer only has one, they kinda spend a lot more of their effort on equipping them. That's why she has that custom cincher to connect her to that delivery chariot, and those latex stockings and opera gloves. With those little hoof mittens chained to her cincher. I bet she starts to forget what her fingers looked like. Fancy chrome bit-gag. And that full blindfold, tucked neatly under her long bangs. I bet no light gets in at all. Running for miles without seeing anything. And the...">"...you alright?">"She always get picked to pull the chariot, and never has to watch others do it. I bet her farmer fucks her all the time, and whips her ass every day. She probably feels the moisture dripping down her most of the time. Every hole. Every hole every day. Her farmer might even play with her while she's on the treadmill...">"...pony?">"I'm not jealous. I don't get jealous! Others get jealous, but I'm fine. Everything not jealous at all.">"You broke your carrot.">"Huh? I just... uh... wanted to eat from the middle first. I'm not jealous.">"Ok... Well have a nice day.">"Yeah... you too.">...>"I'm not jealous"
>>11483568>they're permanently freed upon turning 50Meh, too lame. They should be fixed to a milking machine until they die. Once a cattle always a cattle.
>>11483826Too cruel and pointless. The idea is to have basically every female go through the draft animal phase of her life where she is desperate to appease her superiors (and the common populace as they can put in complaints about her, which will push her up the list regardless of whether she's innocent or actually guilty (a trial, and especially one she loses will be even worse for her)) in order to avoid having to spend 15 more years of service after she's a milf and after she's had multiple children (fertility policies are encouraged). As for freeing them after 50, do you want naked 50+ year old women going around?
> * A hucow looks both directions, making sure she is unobserved as she tiptoes to the road towards the unusual latex ponygirl she sees hitched to the post *>"Hello! I was told that you were a ponygirl from a greenhouse down the road.">"Mmmmf mmmf mmmmmf mmf mmmf">"Oh, that is an effective gag. Just let me unhook one side here for a sec...">"Yes, hello. Is Master alright?">"Uh... I assume so. He's probably inside with our farmer here.">"Are we at a farm? I can smell fresh hay and maybe corn.">"Would you like me to pull your blindfold?">"Oh dear... uh... No. The world is quite large out there. But it's nice to know that this scent is from a farm. I think we've been here before. This is the place that's three sessions away.">"Three sessions away?">"Yes. The Master likes to pause frequently, for intercourse. It's seems somewhat reliable. This scent is three sessions away. There is a noisy town of some type that's another two sessions further. And some kind of farmers market an additional two sessions beyond that.">"That's an inventive way to measure distance.">"Thank you. I did once try to count footsteps, but I tend to lose count at stops.">"It sounds like there's a lot of stuff out there. I don't really travel outside of this farm, but I've been told that our Farmer owns several ranches, out there somewhere.">"Are you one of the ponygirls at this farm?">"No... I'm just one of the dairy maids, that work here.">"Ahh. A hucow? I'm pleased to meet you miss dairy maid. I haven't seen one of your vocation since the sixth year of ponygirl school, during Rodeo Days.">"I remember those. I got chased and hogtied so many times that week.">"I do hope you weren't injured by the games.">"Nah. Just a lot of spilled milk.">"You're reminding me of the pranks that the hucow campus played on the ponygirls that season. They seem to have found where our mascot was suspended, and induced her to lactate.">"Really? Wow. Well, one mouthful of hucow milk is all it takes."
>>11483861>As for freeing them after 50, do you want naked 50+ year old women going around?Where do you think you are?>Inb4 b-but most actual 50+ year old didn't look like thatGood thing we didn't talk about real life. Most young girls IRL are ugly too and seeing them naked only make it worse
>>11483945>"Well tell me miss diary maid, are there many other dairy maids here?">"Yeah. We have a bunch of us hucows, and a bunch of ovine, and two ox girls, and a chicken girl... oh oh, and five ponygirls.">"Five? They must... they must really help each other with maintaining their ponygirl decorum. One never can be sure if you're doing things properly. Oh... ovine would be either sheep or goats... And chicken girls exist? And I've never heard of an ox girls. What jobs do those do?">"Yeah, our ovine make wool, and the chicken girls make orgasms, and eggs, but not for eating. And the ox girls pull the big cart, and they make milk, but it's not like hucow milk because the farmer drinks the ox girl milk.">"I admit I envy the industry of this place. So, ox girls make milk for your farmer. At our hydroponic farm, Master's milk is usually my job.">"I didn't think a farm would milk a ponygirl">"A ponygirl is happy to be of any assistance. Master seems to enjoy the flavor, whether it's been pumped or from suckling. Master's wife only drinks water, but she seems to enjoy making a cheese from the milk.">"Uh oh, someone is moving around in the house. I better hoof it out.">"It's been pleasant to meet you. I do hope we converse again. Please remember to re-apply my gag before you run.">"Oh course... there. ... Have a great day. See you later!">"Mmmf mf mmmmf mmmf mf mmmf"> * The hucow scurries back across the farm, and slips back into the meadow with the other hucows *> * The visiting ponygirl waits patiently for her farmer's return.*
>>11483953>Good thing we didn't talk about real life. I do think there's potential for keeping some of them past the 50 year mark, you know, due to the perpetual shortages of labour. Maybe in eased roles, or maybe in even worse roles to discreetly push them into the camp whore role.>Most young girls IRL are ugly too and seeing them naked only make it worseMostly because they aren't in shape. The draft animal routine would solve that real quick. And in case their heads are ugly, we have a solution of gimp mask - a benefit for the girl - her identity is concealed, she's less likely to get complaints pinned to her and she doesn't even have to look, meanwhile it's also a benefit for the handlers - she certainly won't be reporting any abuse by them and will certainly need more guidance by the whip.
>>11483960>Master's wife only drinks water, but she seems to enjoy making a cheeseI'm enjoying your internal consistency with how each farmer's wife is actually a government-assigned informer.
>>11483560If I'm only kept around for milking and birthing more calves for the farm for the rest of my life anyway, then I'm unironically fine with that. And not like I'd have a say in the matter anyway.With that said, I'd prefer to be able to slowly crawl around when necessary at least.
Who taught this pony to speak with a British accent? She's from Wisconsin!
>>11483960If these Ponygirls are able to retire. How does it look when a retiree comes back to her old farm? Is it a faux-paus, encouraged, discouraged? A joyous occassion or a sad one?
>>11484793She's a wealthy civilian at this point, so it kinda depends on what happens while she's there... I have a bit of a chapter installment idea that touches on it a bit, but I have to mull over some details while grocery shopping.
>"Ah, welcome. Please come in. Have a seat.">"Seat? Oh... I'm really more comfortable standing.">"Please. Sit. It's fine.">"Alright...yes Doctor Submaus. I'll... uh... sit.">"Thank you. Comfortable?">"Yes. It's very... soft. Yes.">"I suppose you know why we're meeting today.">"I'm in trouble?">"No. Not in trouble. I'm just here to help with your adjustment.">"Really? I'm happy to accept any punishment.">"I know, but you really aren't in trouble.">"Maybe a little punishment?">"Now the reason you're here.">"I went back to my old farm.">"Well that's not really the problem. You are free to travel wherever you want.">"Alright... I may have knockedoveratractor.">"Yes?">"Yes, I knocked over a tractor, and kicked a hole in a stable door.">"You can see why the farm would prefer that not be done. Lets talk about your feelings on the matter.">"Well, they just... They already replaced me! So soon! And then the farmer was different!">"Alright. Alright. Your feelings are valid, but lets explore this.">"I know. It's just a job. They just don't need... ... they don't need my help anymore.">"Understandable that you feel this. You aren't the only retired ponygirl to feel this way. Your work was very valuable, but you aren't expected to toil until you drop. And the farmer...">"I know, they change jobs too.">"Yes. In your record, that farm had three different farmers while you were there.">"Yeah, they were all pretty great.">"So, at the home that The Agency sourced for you, they did staff you with the stallions you requested.">"Yeah... They just... They're so inexperienced, and like... gentle. You know?">"Ahhh. This may take some adjustments for you. You're the one in charge now. You'll have to let them know what you like.">"Does The Agency have any that are just already... rougher?"
>>11484937>"The stallions have studied the techniques you may crave, but the monastery that raises them always keeps their studies completely theoretical. The Agency counts on our retired ponygirls to give them the experience they'll need to become farmers. You will have to be patient with them. A good rule of thumb is to remember to not just tell them when they've done poorly, but be sure to let them know when they've done something you enjoy. Communication is key. You're preparing them to do their best with the young ponygirls of tomorrow. And don't be afraid to order toys and furnature from the catalog.">"Right... The catalog. A lot of good stuff in the catalog.">"How is the home?">"It's nice. Very... um... big. Very big. I do like the sound of my hooves on the hardwood floors.">"And your housekeeper?>"Yes, the doormouse is nice. She makes things very tidy. She's very understanding if I make a... mess... accidentally... She likes to 'cuddle'. She's possibly even more gentle than the stallions.">"You probably can't expect her to be very rough. If anything, she may enjoy being restrained for your entertainment. You might enjoy it if you try it. Have you gotten used to having a bedroom? Have you used the bed?">"The bed. It's a nice bed. I've slept... near the bed. Very nice bed. Nice bed.">"But you're still sleeping while standing?">"I tried to lay down. I really did. I just couldn't relax.">"That's alright. Little steps. Your housekeeper can help you find comfort with that bed, if you let her.">"I'll remember that.">"Of course if this was enough, you probably wouldn't be here.">"Yeah... I just feel so... idle. I need work. I need to do something.">"That's fair. Very normal for a retired ponygirl. You know, many ponygirls enjoy starting a large garden. Sometimes decorative, and sometimes with vegitables. You do hive quite a large yard with plenty of acreage.">"I started a garden. It's not a lot to do but to watch it, most of the time."
>>11484938>"Perhaps some hobbies?">"I tried basketball, but it was a bit too easy to jump to the basket. I think the other people were bothered.">"You must remember, a ponygirl is comparatively athletic compared to most civilians.">"I also tried golf. It's pretty fun. Maybe not super athletic, but I was bad at it. Like, really bad at it. I... I kinda liked how bad I was at it. I could really see myself putting a lot of work into getting good. That could be nice.">"That's a good start. You know, I've met many retired ponygirls that have seem to gravitate to gold. Perhaps it's the open fields.">"The fairways are absolutely majestic, yes! Of course the clubhouse did insist that I wear a polo shirt. Like this one here. I have a bunch of these now. Different colors.">"It looks very comfortable. They uh... didn't say anything about pants?">"Nope. Just shirt and shoes. And my caddy said I had a nice thigh gap. Do you think this is a problem?">"Not at all. Nudity laws don't apply to members of The Agency.">"Ok. Good. And you know, the caddy was, kinda fun too, when we stopped to find the ball in the rough, if you know what I mean.">"Excellent. Then, he was old enough to...?">"I assume so. Should I have asked?">"You probably should make a point to ask, yes. Those laws still apply.">"Ok. I will be more careful.">"As long as you enjoy golf, have you made any consideration of spending some of your retirement by going into politics? Many ponies have run for congress.">"Don't I need to have, some kind of special education to work in government?">"Oh goodness no. You just need to have a desire to help your fellow ponygirls to gain the advantages they've earned.">"Interesting.">"While we are on similar topics, the military has waved the age limitation for retired ponygirls. Your degree would make you an officer right away. Of course you would have to feel comfortable being in command."
>>11484939>"It seems like all my options force me to be in charge of something.">"That may be something you simply have to get accustom to. It's not out of the ordinary for a retired ponygirl to get a modest minimum-wage job in retail, but you will still be returning home to your mansion and servants after a days work.">"There's something appealing about that.">"Have you put any thought into teaching?">"At school? I know they'd insist I wear pants. Maybe even underwear.">"Not if it was at one The Agency's universities.">"I could do that?">"Your experience would give you preferential hiring. Of course you would have to go back to school yourself. Your normal degree is only six years, but an eight year doctorate is required to teach.">"Oh... It's been what, two and a half decades since ponygirl school. And I would go back and do a couple more years?">"It would be different than your prior studies, focused largely on teaching.">"But... I could take some of the old courses too?">"Yes, you could repeat any subject you felt you needed to experience?">"How about breaking? Can I go back and get broken again?! Like, just really get broken hard?!">"I have heard of studies revisiting the first year, but you don't have t...">"Oh yeah. They could break me again! I would cry so hard. I need to hurt.">"Well... yes. Would you like for me to signal The Agency that you might be interested?">"Yes. Please. Oh yes.">"Now, you would still live at home. You wouldn't be one of the initiates." >"I get it. I can get used to retirement. I brought a car today.">"Oh good, you drove here this morning?">"Well, not exactly drove. I pushed the car, but I did bring it with me.">"Alright. That's good progress.">"I feel better already">"Well we do have some time before my next appointment. Would you like to cuddle for a while?">"Yeah, sure. I need to work off some energy.">"Please be gentle with your therapist.">"No promises."
>>11484941she is adorable and I love her
Re-integrating into society seems like a lot of work for a retired Ponygirl. Thanks to the Agency for all the work they put in to make sure all their girls can actually enjoy their well-earned wealth in a responsible manner.>inb4 It's a ponygirls word. You're just allowed to live in it.Even if lines like "How about breaking? Can I go back and get broken again?! Like, just really get broken hard?!" make it look otherwise.Great work immersing us in your world again.
>"Sorry I'm late for work. The car broke down... Hey, why do you guys look so worried? Somebody barf on the bar again?">"No... A few ponygirls came in tonight.">"They're usually good customers.">"One of them tried the mechanical bull ride, and broke it.">"Ooo... Are they alright?">"Yeah, she's fine. She, uh... volunteered to take its place for the rest of the night. You can see her right through there.">"That looks fun. I low key love that they usually show up to the bar just full stark naked and don't care.">"The other customers kinda love it.">"So what's with the furrowed brows?">"They may be racking up some injuries.">"More than the bull did?">"Oh yeah.">"Still... if people are having fun..."
Popular dairy cow pastime between milking sessions
>"Really? You bought a Mustang convertible? Could you be more ponygirl predicable?">"Shush, you know you're jelly.">"Why are we driving out here?">"I just wanted to show you something... Here, lets get out and look between these bushes.">,,,>...>"What am I looking for? Another retired ponygirl lives here?">"Just look. A retired hucow lives here.">"A pool? That's nice I guess. I could get one of those.">"Keep looking.">"Wait... is that?">"Yeah.">"One of those train sets you can ride around on?">"Yep. She invited me to ride it the other day. The thing goes for miles.">"Ok, you were right. I'm not retiring hard enough yet. I have much to learn from this hucow."
ponies can have fat fucking tits too, right?
>>11485659>Lone ponygirl working on a ranch of 170+ hucows.>Occasionally takes a sip or two of raw hucow milk. >Slowly growing over the course of her career, she walk eventually away with her own set of basketballs.
>>11485659At the cost of top speed, mileage and "fuel" consumption, yes.
>>11485659Yes anon, absolutely.Also I had a minor writing detour, but I finally started writing about the gay ponies again. New chapter soon enough hopefully.
>"Wow, that movie was a trip. So they were on Earth all along?">"It is kinda obvious if you think about it. The astronaut should have known better. It's not like the world had new types of trees and grass or anything.">"Oh yeah. And did he ever think to just look up at the moon at night? That would have to be familiar.">"Maybe he was indoors for all those scenes.">"Maybe so. Or maybe he was distracted by the ponygirl scientist?">"She's married you know.">"So? Her husband clearly skips leg day.">"Everyone always ships her with the astronaut instead of the mute normie girl they're supposed to.">"I can see why. Oh, but thanks for inviting me over. I really need to catch up on all the things that I missed during my years on the farm.">"No problem. I felt the same way when I retired from field work.">"Just sitting down, is weird, but popcorn is nice.">"You just kinda get used to things. So, are you ready for the next one?">"We had some sequels?">"The next one, Beneath The Planet of the Ponygirls, isn't really much of a banger, but you kinda have to get through it. But then the third movie is pretty good, and the fourth is kinda great. I always forget the fifth one exist, but it's fine I guess.">"I've got my popcorn and my oats, so I'm ready.">"Do we have a reason to untie the house keeper?">"She seems fine. Besides, I need something soft to cuddle during the scary scenes.">"Cool. I'll go pop in the next disc. I've got this whole set in majestic 8k"
>A latex ponygirl waits patiently for her master to return.>She quiets her thoughts, in the dark of her blindfold.>Her eyes conjure familiar images moving in the static of the darkness.>The scent of hay and corn tell her she's in a friendly nearby place.>She can hear the footsteps of her master returning.>The frame of the chariot briefly weighs on her cincher, as her master climbs into the chariot.>Two swats of the crop on her right ass cheek tell her to step right to turn the chariot 180 degrees.>A quick swat to each ass cheek, and she starts to trot at a relaxed pace.>Occasional light touches to her bare hips, inform her to make slight adjustments to remain on the winding country road.>Still blindfolded, she knows that keeping her knees high during stepping will help if the terrain should have a rough patch.>Occasional puddles have an interesting texture as she splashes through them.>A quick swat to her right ass cheek, and a swat to her perineum, tells her to pull off the road to the right.>The frame of the chariot briefly weighs on her cincher, as her master climbs out of the seat.>His hand's gentle touch on her shoulder, inform her to lean forward.>With very little delay or drama, he enters her and moves rhythmically.>She calms her breathing, resisting the urge to react or to waste sound into her gag.>Her mind begins to wander, as sensations pass through her in waves.>Her master presses into her, pausing the rhythm of the activity.>Only light twitching as he allows his own reflexes to finish within her.>With very little drama, he removes himself from within her.>She can feel small beads of moisture dripping down the top of her thigh, the sensations stopping as they reach the top of her leggings. >The frame of the chariot briefly weighs on her cincher, as her master climbs into the chariot.>A quick swat to each ass cheek, and she starts to trot at a relaxed pace.
>>11486071>They would enjoy this ritual an additional two times before eventually arriving home again.>A quick swat to her right ass cheek, and a swat to her perineum, tells her to pull off the road to the right.>The frame of the chariot briefly weighs on her cincher, as her master climbs out of the seat.>She can hear the footsteps of her master circling around her.>He tugs her reigns, beckoning to follow.>The familiar sound of the gate lifting before he pulls her indoors, and the sound of the gate lowering after she's been parked. >She reflexively blinks as the bright lights invade her vision, while her master removes the blindfold from her head.>He unbuckles her cincher, letter the chariot free from her mass.>Next her hoof mittens are unbuckled, letting their chain dangle from the disconnected cincher.>Her eyes are adjusting to the light, now able to see the latex of her still gloved fingers. >She's follows her master as expected, not expected to accept help or to lean on anything while stepping out of the confines of the chariot and cincher.>Her knees kept high while stepping, as is the way a ponygirl has been trained to walk.>Her master stands next to the drip basin, awaiting her. >First her right arm is presented to her master, the long latex opera glove squeaking with every movement. >He accesses a small valve on the glove, draining an amount of perspiration into the basis that somehow always seem surprising. >The fluid circles around the drain, collecting in a clean plastic jug beneath.>Once empty, her master rolls the right glove off of her, setting her bare arm free of confinement. >She can feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning on her wet skin.>The ritual is repeated on the left gloved arm, filling the jug further still.>She lifts her right leg, not letting the soles of her hoofed boots touch the clean basin. >She waits patiently as her master unbuckles the tall boot, releasing the pressure from her calf and ankle.
>>11486072>The boot slips off and are put aside.>Again her master access a valve, draining perspiration into the basis, filling the jug further still.>The long latex stocking is then rolled off of her leg, letting her wet leg grow cool in the air.>Her master provides a hoof styled sandal so she may lower her bare leg.>The ritual is repeated on her left leg, filling the jug further still.>She has now been freed of her coverings, except for the comfort of her bit gag and the hoofed sandals so she may preserve her identity.>She feels somewhat grimy as her skin dries in the air.>As is her job, she lifts the jug and carries it with her as they leave the basin and travel to nook with the shower. >She sets the jug down before stepping into the shower. Only now does she allow herself to be outside of her hooves, with her bare skin touching the cold floor. >She remains silent as her master removes her gag.>The sudden shower water is ice cold. Her pride wouldn't tolerate anything else.>Her master's hands are gentle, meticulously scrubbing loose skin where needed and covering her with suds.>No inch is off limits, and every inch must be cleaned. >The hair on her head is shampooed and rinsed. >When satisfied, her master turns off the water, and guides her back to her hoofed sandals, so she may regain her identity.>He takes his time combing her hair, ut in every direction from the middle.>Long bangs reaching the tip of her nose.>A small vacuum makes a gentle hum.>Scissors carefully snip, as her master perfects the symmetry of her hair.>The vacuum off, she lift her right arm. >Her master inspects it, and signals she to switch to her left.>With tweezers he plucks a single unwelcome hair from her underarm. These areas must remain smooth.>Arms down, she spreads her gate as he continues to inspect her. >A single hair from her left ass cheek.>A single hair from her perineum.>A single hair from right of her naval.
>>11486074>Now that perfection has been achieved, she picks up the jug again, and follows her master through the corridor into his living quarters, and into his cozy kitchen where her master's wife is preparing an elaborate meal. >The ponygirl is invited to wait by the side of the table, placing her jug on the floor between her hooves.>The master's wife places two place settings for the master and herself, while the master accesses other provisions. >He takes his time, pouring oats into a shallow bowl and mixing a handful of nearby ingredients. >The bowl is handed directly to the ponygirl.>She holds it waiting politely. >The master's wife finishes serving her master and herself, and they take a seat at the table. >Now that the master and his wife begin to eat, the ponygirl lifts the bowl to her face and carefully laps dry oats from it with her tongue.>The occasional baby carrot and occasional raisin are a delight to her pallet. >The ponygirl makes occasional glances towards the master and the master's wife, so she can time finishing her oats with when they finish their eating and lively conversations. >Once finished, the master's wife clears the table and the master takes the bowl from the ponygirl's grasp.>The master kisses his wife, and then signals the ponygirl to follow him again. >The ponygirl lifts her jug and carries it with her as they transit back through the long corridor. >To the standing spot to the side of the mini-fridge, where the pony will be out of the walking path. >The ponygirl stands patiently, placing the jug on the ground between her hooves. >Her master retrieves some equipment from the nearby garden sink, and returns to the ponygirl. >The ponygirl holds the cups to her nipples as expected, while her master places the pump on top of the mini-fridge and turns on the power.>The breast-pump makes a dull rhythmic hum while it works.
>>11486076>The ponygirl waits quietly as her master leaves the area, disappearing down the corridor and around the corridor.>The ponygirl knows the hum of the breast-pump is covering the sounds of the master making love to his wife in the other room.>Some time later, the master returns, with a spryness in his step.>The cups each make a familiar suu-pop as her master removes them from the ponygirl's immediate inventory, and then turns off the power to the breast-pump.>The master places the filled bottles of milk inside the mini-fridge, and takes a moment to rinse the equipment in the garden sink.>The ponygirl picks up her jug once more, and follows her master to the other room. >The day has been long, and she knows the master is preparing her to rest for the night. >She is given a few minutes of privacy to evacuate her bowels and wipe up, before reporting to the platform, where the master is preparing her accommodations. >As expected, she stands in the middle of the ring of latex fabric draping the floor, and spreads her gate to her sleep-standing position. >Her master takes the jug from her grasp, allowing her arms to fall to her sides. >The master lifts the translucent latex fabric up around her, buckling it in place with a firm collar fitted to her neck, leaving only her head exposed. >He lifts a container of clean water into place on a tether, and places a ball-gag in her mouth and around her head, connected to the water with a thin clear hose.>With a turn of a knob, a slow drip begins, ensuring her hydration through the night.>The master steps away, turning on a small pump, which evacuates the air from the latex.>The translucent fabric slowly pulls in, sucking snugly to the ponygirls skin and locking her arms at her sides.>Her master attaches her jug to an output of the pump, and then turn to leave the room. >He turns off the lights on his way out, leaving the room dark.
>>11486077>The small red light on the pump behind her is the only remaining light source, casting her bound silhouette on the wall in front of her.>The end of a rather normal day, moving into a rather usual night.>Her thoughts are peaceful, comforted by routine.>Her dreams are rhythmic, still feeling a day of movement in her legs.>The lights wake her, exactly eight hours later.>Her master relieves her of her ball-gag, and releases her from her latex sleeping accommodations. >She can feel the cold air on her wet skin. >She gathers her jug, now filled with a night of the perspiration gathered by her latex cocoon.>Her master puts away her sleeping accommodations as she leaves the room to attend to her morning chore.>The ponygirl makes her way through the facility and into the greenhouse area. >The early dawn of the outside world a blur beyond the frosted glass of the greenhouse.>The air is hot, and thick with the smell of greenery and fresh oxygen, produced by the variety of crops.>The ponygirl reaches the long trough containing the salicornia plants. >Carefully she spreads the contents of her jugs along the trough along the base of the salicornia.>An unusual succulent plant, the salicornia subsides on salt water.>Her perspiration are the most natural healthy ratio for the plant, and enriched with her shed minerals.>Her drippings contribute to its growth, effectively slowly feeding herself to the plant with each nights effort.>Now finished with her chore, she returns to the stable room where her bit, bridal, and other dressing await. >There she finds a bowl of oats and small fruit that have been prepared for her.>She patient stands near the chariot, enjoying her oats, waiting for her master can dress her and connect her to the chariot for her next day of work.
>>11486071>>11486072>>11486074>>11486076>>11486077>>11486078Anon. Oh my goodness anon, this is a fucking MASTERPIECE. I truly cannot overstate how hot and comfy and sublime this is. Absolute perfection, easily your best work yet. Thank you.
I am steeeve
>>11486096She might need extra considerations when she reaches retirement age.
>>11486439She is precious and deserves the world.
moo, and stuff
>>11486463I see she's supposed to be some kind of barista, but in my mind, the first thing I imagined was a dozen of them in two teams on a paintball field, trying to soak each other from behind cover.
> * A ponygirl has been coerced to get some barebare time outdoors without the safe feeling of her restraints. She sees a group of ovine huddled together, watching the meadow from the fenceline. One of the ox girls tower above them, also watching the meadow. The ponygirl approaches ox girl from behind. *>"Is something going on ?">"Hey ponygirl. Look out there.">"The hucows are sliding around in the mud?">"The farmer is having the pumping systems sanitized, so the hucows are on orders to just waste milk today. They've decided to make a slip-n-slide in the meadow.">"That does look pretty fun. You and the ovine didn't join in?">"I was considering it, but I know these ovine here said they enjoy being flat chested.">"Huh?">"That's hucow milk-mud. Spend time covered in that, and you'll probably gain a permanent extra cup size.">"Oh. I guess I'll resist temptation.">"At least the hucows are having fun.">"Good for them.">"Yeah. They get to do the run and slide thing.">"Yeah.">...>...>...>"Fuck it! I'm going in!">"Pony! Wait!...">...>"MmmmmMmmMmmm... Ok, I'm going too!"
>>11486609MILK WARSMILK WARS
>>11486650imagine the smell
>>11486680Imagine the swell
>>11486685How come she gets FOUR massive beautiful tits and I only have two??????
>>11486706Drink couple of gallons of undilluted hucow milk straight from the source, worked for me. Don't expect to have much of freedom to move around afterwards though, you'll soon be joining the special ¨Grade A+¨ herd for life, whether you like it or not.
what does hucow milk do to futas?
>>11486728It's fiction, so it depends when narrative you want to put them in. Within the recent green-texts, the hucows have expanded glands that cram the milk with hormones. Drinking the raw milk would be like a massive injection of hormones, causing breast growth and at least temporary lactation. To actually become a hucow with an unending supply of hormones, only The Agency can provide the specific serum injection.
>>11486660>Milkaristas making artisnal coffee out of their milk>Usually, this would be a terrible idea, due their hormone-laced milk.>But these are (semi-)retired milkmaids and have had their milkjugs adjusted so they express hormone-null* milk.>Which has the side-effect of making their milk basically tasteless with a unique thick mouthfeel.>The perfect base for syrups and other additives.You can take the cow out of the paddock, but you can't take the need to milk out of the cow.*Hormone-null are antagonistic hormones that work to negate their effect on the human body. In rare cases the horomone/anti-hormone balance may not be 1:1 and thus affect the person drinking. All Cowbars are mandated to place a clear and direct warning in their place of business both on the exterior and the interior. All Cowbars are required to be fully insured by The Agency for this specific kind of personal injury.>>11486463This, however. Is just some cows being silly. Food-safe dye colorings are added when they want to be competitive and keep score.
>>11486660>MILK WARS®That's a good name for the annual milking competition at the local farm fair. Only the most productive cows from each dairy farm can take part, and they train and prepare for months in advance. Use of animal grade hormones and drugs is allowed (and encouraged, to keep the audience entertained).
>>11486728they do big cums
>>11486747Categories are>ENDURANCEw/ various L/min divisions>SPRINTin the hour, half-hour, and quarter-hour divisionsThe minute divisions were cut after protests to hucow health and safety. They've got a farm to go back to after all.>>11486728Hormone-induced lust. Ending with a big coom thats so good that they blank their minds. It must be frustrating to objectively have the best orgasm of your life but be unable to remember it.
>The farmer's wife sanding barefoot in a puddle of water, wading mid-shin.>She finishes spraying down a hucow with the garden hose, and waves the hucow to go back to the field.>The next hucow in the long queue steps forward, covered in a layer of sticky mud from head to toe.>The farmer's wife takes a moment, to spray the hucow in the face.>She moves on to rinsing the hucows hair, while the hucow shakes her head to shed the water and mud more quickly. >A long spray to the middle of the massive hucow breasts.>The left side of them.>The right side of them.>Spread them and spray in the middle.>Lift them and spray the underside.>One long last spray to them, checking for missed spots.>The farmers wife motions with the hose nozzle, so the hucow turns around. >Rinse the hucows back.>Rinse the hucows ass.>Spread the cheeks and spray a bit more.>Back and forth across the legs, and with a motion.>She finishes spraying down the hucow with the garden hose, and waves the hucow to go back to the field.>A distant "weeeee"... The farmer's wife sighs and places her face in her hand for a moment, having noticed a previously cleaned hucow go running back to the muddy slide again.>The queue advances.>The farmers wife furrows her brow, while the mud-drenched ponygirl in front of her makes a sheepish expression.>A glance to the side at the next individual in the queue, sees one of the ox girls drenched in mud, and making a sheepish expression.>The farmer's wife sighs.>The farmer's wife takes a moment, to spray the ponygirl in the face.
working on some very spicy first-person ponygirl suffering for you anons
>>11486848Excellent.
What's this generals stance on male petplay?
>>11486948It requires responsible pet care: >>11404588
>>11486770I wonder what the presenter would say to hype up the crowd?>Aaaall right, folks, she's finally here! 3 time champion of MILK WARS®, ¨Milk Tank¨ Millie! She's been training all year once again, and by the looks of it, she's bigger than ever! Just look at those giant udders, boy they look like they're about to burst!
>An unusual morning. These don't happen often, but there's something special about them, that can lead a ponygirl's mind to wander.>Of course a break in routine isn't for everyone. The farmer's wife is probably somewhere milking the hucows. Rain or shine, they can't be ignored.>The farmer might normally help a ponygirl to dress, but today he must prepare a carriage.>Today the ponygirls will help themselves to dress. Today is a day for fancy dress.>Several curious ovine look in from the doorway of the barn.>The two very tall ox girls help the ponygirls to dress.>While a normal ponygirl may be six feel tall without hooves, the ox girls are easily seven feet tall. Possibly more.>"Uniformity" is the word of the day, and the ox girls are just a bit too far outside of ponygirl specifications for them to participate directly.>They don't offer their opinion on the matter. They know what to do, and nobody speaks.>This isn't a time for words. A ponygirl during work hours is generally mute. Chatter is a distracting frivolity, and frivolity should be shunned.>A extra point will be bringing their count to six today. She must be borrowed from another farm.>It would be nice to ask her, but of course these are work hours, and curiosity must be put aside to remain mute and productive.>A ponygirl is proud of her ability to resist these temptations.>The order of the moment is to get dressed.>Her spring tendon insoles have already been moved to the boot of today. Today they are white.>Tall white leather boots, laced tightly up the back, coming up just below the knee.>The hoof mass appears to be wood. A very dark wood, almost black. The looks of the horizontal grain adds to the organic appearance of them.>There's something especially real about a wooden hoof that the ponygirl loves.>A tough modern nylon horseshoe attached to the bottom, will ensure somewhat silent footfalls.
>>11487410>Only the cadence pony will have metal horseshoes today, and she is not the cadence pony.>The horseshoes be different mixes of metal, because they intentionally make different taps.>A tic and a tock. A left and a right.>Time to break from nudity, and put on their corsets.>The corsets today must be especially snug, and it isn't easy to corset a ponygirl. A corset demands a certain amount of "give" that the strong abs of a ponygirl don't have.>The corset liner is clean and white, and the corset itself is classic clean white leather.>The fragrant smell of fresh saddle-soap from the clean leather.>The earned strength of the ponygirls are considered god like, but the natural build of an ox girl is no joke, and an ox girl can pull the laces of a corset until a ponygirl becomes breathless. >The tightness is of course necessary today.>Not just decorative, this will be part of an anchor system.>A non-ponygirl might not tolerate the fitment, above the hips and below the ribs, but she is nearly solid muscle.>She will stand motionless while nipple shields are installed.>The helpful ox girl will give each of them a short suckle, just enough to get them to stand up, and then place the shield around them.>The screw on the clamp are not drawn especially tight. The sharp teeth are there to hold the shield in place, not for the purpose of causing pain. Of course a bit of a bite is unavoidable. >Perhaps pierced nipples would have been simpler, but they aren't the way of this farm. These are simple rustic farm ponygirls. Today the clamps will do.>The chrome bells that dangle from the chrome shields are ironically silent. They have no clappers and are only decorative. The ponygirls don't need the noise.>The thin chrome chain connects them. Not taunt, there must be some slack, as breasts don't always move as synchronized as would be convenient.
>>11487411>The next bit of the outfit is unusual. A hair net. All six ponygirls hair will be managed and concealed. Tight against the head.>And then the head harness. Even the bit gag is decorative while leather.>It's fragrant like saddle soap and has a bitter flavor.>The gag harness goes over the head, partially blocking their vision.>And of course the blinders are attached. A bit larger than the simple functional blinders they usually wear. These are meant to be conspicuous for show. Of course it means there will be no glancing carefully to the side to look around.>Either she turns her whole head, or she just doesn't get to look at all.>Between the harness straps crossing her face and the blinders at the side, her available lines of sight are being minimized.>And now a wig.>For uniformity, the six of them will have identical hairstyles, and the wig will serve that purpose.>The color will be black. A bit of a flapper asthetic, they stop short of the shoulders and curl forward just a bit on the sides.>The long bangs restrict vision even further. The ponygirls vision won't be useful for very much more than seeing the ground just ahead of her.>The ox girl holds the headdress down low, so the ponygirl can get a nice look at it before it's placed on top of her head.>A ring of white leather, adorned with feathers at the front.>The large white central feather is believable from a distance, but it's really a heavy metal rod, which will help it resist being wind blown. The many tiny feathers are light nylon, and are expected to buffet about.>The headdress is placed on top of the wig, with a nearly invisible cord that cinches it to the gag harness, effectively locking the wig between the harness and the headdress.>The six of them are adjusted meticulously. All ponygirls made to match. Variations in skintone as the only indicator of who is who, except perhaps that the cadence ponygirl makes a tapping sound when she walks.
>>11487412>Their bare skin lightly dusted with neutral powder, diminishing their minor differences further. The powder may not survive the whole day, but it only needs to last a short while. >The powder has a strange mineral scent.>The less she can see, the more that her universe is about scent and sound. A ponygirl somewhat lives in her own nose and ears.>White leather semi-snug belts are placed on the ponygirl's arms, between the bicep and the elbow. They don't restrict her movements yet, but later they will.>Their dressings help them enjoy their identities. You can't ask a ponygirl to do human things, if her restraints enforce that she isn't able.>They might have put these on themselves, if this had been earlier in the morning before their vision had been diminished. For now they must accept the help of the ox girls.>The creaky sound of the barn door.>Did the ovine move it, or is it the farmer?>The ponygirl may be tempted to lean her head back awkwardly and look, but straining to peek is beneath the behavior of a ponygirl. If something is important to the farmer, he will draw her attention to it intentionally.>The others hooves are walking towards the door, so she will follow the group.>Even now her posture must be maintained. Her eyeballs might be cast towards the sliver of visible ground, but her head is held high.>She catches a glimpse of white wooden wheels, and recognizes that this belongs to the fancy carriage. There will be an event today. Of course that much was obvious. They've clearly been rented out for some festivities.>The ponygirls are one by one, guided into their position at the front of the carriage tiller.>A team of six is excessive for the light craft, but they are to some degree, being decorative today.>The pony checks her position, to the right of the central pole, with her corset backed against the third row shaft nearest to the carriage behind her.>Eventually it's her turn.
>>11487413>The farmer slides two large metal rings onto the shaft behind her affixing her elbows to them to maintain their distance. >He threads a thick white nylon strap through the rings, and runs it around her waist, encircling the middle of her ridged corset.>With a click, click, click, the strap is ratcheted firmly into place.>"now">She knows it's time to test the rig. She lifts her legs, letting her body dangle limply from the rings on the shaft.>As the farmer measures the results, she takes a moment to notice his polished shoes and black slacks. A pity he must walk in the dust right now. >"good", with a light slap on her behind.>She now has permission to lower her hooves and stand up.>Three more ticks from the ratchet, and she loses some breath.>The farmer walks away, and an ox girl comes by to re-snug the corset laces.>The ponygirl positions her arms behind the shaft, out to each side of her. Her elbows are firmly trapped in place by the belts and rings.>The rings are heavy, but proper method means she will balance her pulling between her middle and her arms. Her arms don't completely pull the weight, but neither does her middle.>Her hands must be positioned in the way they were taught in school. Only partially about strong positioning, but also about their visual uniformity to each other while they work together. >All six ponygirls are now connected. They're each only a small parts of a larger machine. They know their role that contributes to the whole.>She feel the carriage jostle as the farmer climbs into the seat.>Everything is about to begin, so the ponygirl takes inventory.>The cadence pony will be in the center row, just ahead of her but on the left.>Their first step will be with their left hoof.>She's ready to count in her head.>The whip high in the air, CRACK! 2.3.4.LEFT and they're off.
>>11487414>The metal hooves of the cadence ponygirl keep time for them all. A tick on the left and a tock on the right.>Tick.tock.tick.tock.left.right.left.right...>The ponygirl can catch a glimpse of the hooves of the ponygirl ahead of her in the lower periphery, but she knows better than to pay attention to that. It's the sound that matters. The cadence is what she must follow.>Knees always high in the air, especially today.>A steady rhythm to the march, trying to lul her into a road hypnosis.>She remembers the marching classes every year of pony university.>In her mind she can hear the marching jodies the instructors would sing.>Many were pointlessly edgy to be amusing. After all, who would want to hurt the baby seals?>Time passed unmeasured.>Eventually her hypnosis was broken, noticing that the reins were being pulled on the lead ponygirls.>They pulled over to the side and came to a stop.>She could feel a warmth through her legs as her circulation adjusted to the change.>The carriage jostled as the farmer climbed out and stepped on the ground.>The ponygirl waited in silence. She can hear the farmer walking around the carriage. Perhaps he's inspecting the wheels.>The footsteps advance towards the team, on the left.>Darn, she didn't get picked for the game this time. Oh well, there's still fun to be had.>It sounds like he may be taking position behind the cadence ponygirl.>It clearly takes a few moments to open his pants, and then a quick audible smack as he swats her ass cheek.>All the ponygirls know how to play this game, and start slowly thrusting their body forwards and backwards.>All six of them in unison, pumping the air, while the farmer stands behind the cadence pony and enjoys her movement.>The wheels of the carriage creak with the motion forwards and backwards.
>>11487415>They've been keeping perfect cadence for ages now, and their continued rhythmic timing is perfected.>It's a slow relaxing game, and it lasts for a nice long while.>Any one of them could have been chosen, and perhaps at some later stop they will each get a turn.>All good things do eventually end, and so eventually the farmer grasps the cadence ponygirl. The weight signals the other ponygirls that this is when to stop moving.>After a minute or two of embrace, he finishes discharging into her. He wipes he wetness clean on one of her ass cheeks, and then zips back up.>The ponygirl can head him return to the carriage, and then feels the jostling in the tree as he climbs back in.>Their first step will be with their left hoof.>She's ready to count in her head.>The whip high in the air, CRACK! 2.3.4.LEFT and they're off.>By the time they reached town, the ponies were operating with perfect synchronization. They knew what each other were doing. The faintest tug from the edge of the group, and the other members could infer what was going on, who had witnesses it, and what they all had to do about it.>They pulled into a paved parking lot where the farmer stopped them, and descended from the carriage.>He walked around them all, a bit at a time.>He checked the ponygirl's rigging, made sure there was no looseness in the restraints.>He reached down with a large soft bristled brush, and she could feel he was cleaning the dust from the ponygirl's boots and hooves.>She could take pride in her pristine polished condition, and held her head high, with her nipples in the most perky posture she could muster.>The ponygirl could hear the farmer walking into the distance. He must need to meet with someone now that they've arrived.>After a wait, a noisy group approached. From the corner of the pony's periphery, she could see jeans and sneakers.
>>11487417>These must be decorators attaching things to them and the carriage. The job is to tolerate them. Don't speak unless spoken to, and if an indiscernible mumble will do, that's the appropriate response to mutter into the bit gag.>It's not forbidden to glance around a bit, but between the hair and the blinders, it wouldn't help much. Best to just be patient and relaxed.>So what is the event of the day? A parade? Graduation? Senior dance?>Near the ground a splash of color, as some litter blew by. The decorators must have lost something.>Not some cheap paper flower like a parade. A red rose petal?... Oh, today is someone's wedding! Or funeral? No, must be a wedding! The farmer doesn't even own a hearse, and nobody better give him any ideas.>They would be carrying a couple off to their new life... or at least to the airport.>The noisy smelly airport in the noisy smelly city. A nice long hike, but an unavoidably urban setting beneath a ponygirl's status.>it was morning now, but there was a strong chance they wouldn't get home until after nightfall.>The decorators sounded disorganized. They probably were. Always a safe assumption about non-ponygirls.>It took them a while to operate, and they seemed to stop to snack at some point in the middle.>As their noise started to diminish, the ponygirl could feel finger on her head.>It felt like her headdress was being adjusted. A flower tiara would be an expected alteration. A pity she couldn't see it.>Some hands and a bit of green within her field of vision. She could feel the stem of a flower being threaded through the hollow core of her bit gag. This would probably make it look like they were all carrying roses in their teeth.>Finally everyone walked away. >Time to play the waiting game.>The sun moved by overhead.>The shadows of clouds rolled by.>The heat of the day on her left shoulder eventually moved to her right shoulder.
>>11487418>A lone set of footsteps approached. It could only be the farmer returning to them. Maybe time to move.>She could feel the jostling as the farmer climbed onto the carriage.>"We'll be going soon. If you have to take care of business, this is your last chance for a while.">She didn't need to go before, but now that the subject had been breached, the sensation was unavoidable. She wasn't the first of the six to start, and she wasn't the last to finish. The best they could do within their restraints was to apply enough pressure to avoid their own feet.>Time to leave the parking lot and their collective shame behind.>Their first step will be with their left hoof.>She's ready to count in her head.>The whip high in the air, CRACK! 2.3.4.LEFT and they're off.>The trot down the road was relatively short compared to the journey before.>Before they knew it, the sounds of the wedding party were audible. The smell of cake and alcohol rolled in the breeze. A mariachi band played a fun sounding rendition of I'm A Believer.>The ponygirl took inventory of herself. Posture must be perfect. Head held high. Eyes forward. Nipples held out. Knees high. Cadence must be kept in perfect time. This is the moment.>They stopped, and the farmer climbed off to hold open the door of the carriage cabin.>The ponygirl strained her ears.>Through the noise.>So much noise.>Is is possible to discern?... The footfalls of the couple?>If only she could look, but she must maintain her poise.>Is that metallic ticking?>Perhaps hooves?>Her imagination?>But maybe, the bride is wearing hooves?>Could she be a retired ponygirl?>A retired hucow in her cloven hooves?>Maybe even a mule, but he could be either the bride or the groom in these modern times.>Maybe just some civilian that decided that hooves were fashionable.>Or would high heels make that sound?>Do people still buy high heels?>She could feel the carriage shake as the couple impacted the doorway and entered.
>>11487420>With a quick movement, the farmer shut the door and regained his seat on the front of the carriage.>Their first step will be with their left hoof.>She's ready to count in her head.>The whip high in the air, CRACK! 2.3.4.LEFT and they're off.>They cleared the area, and pulled into the road.>The unmistakable sounds of a police escort.>These would be the police officers riding their police ponygirls. Those ponygirls always wear such cute hats. Who knows how decorative they might look at a wedding?>They clear a corner that leads to the highway.>The whip high in the air, CRACK! CRACK! "Double time!">A push and the group is at a brisk jog.>The couple is still in the back, and perfect cadence is still to be maintained.>They probably aren't even looking. They're probably fucking back there. The windows are tinted for a reason.>After about an hour and a half of running, they should be letting the couple out at the airport, and even on the slow march home, the farmer will probably still insist that they practice keeping perfect cadence..Sorry if this one ran long. It kinda lacked an off-ramp.
>>11487421It was delightful anon, your world is so immersive.
>>11487421Got to give the pony her head and let her lead herself where she wills sometimes. Let her burn off nervous energy doing what she likes.I've felt the same where I've spent an entire post-limit on one scene and felt compelled to move, despite there being nothing to force me to do so other than myself.But I mostly enjoyed your story for not shying away from the minutae of pony life. Helps make the world real when questions that pop up are not ignored or hand-waved but explained as a natural flow of the world.Also got sucked into your enjoyment of how ponygirls are dressed up and how they "work" for lack of a better term.
Finally finished the full draft of my third story chapter! Just a few more rounds of editing and it'll be done.
>>11487826are you the gay one?
>>11487892Yes anon, it's me. The gay one.
Someone please just invent a hucow transforming gun already. Then set it to 11 and zap at me.
>>11488168ZAP~
>>11488168>>11488289did it work anon?
>>11488168If you pump 40 minutes a day, they will start to produce. Just saying.
>The ponygirl waited patiently, her reins hitched to a post next to the dirt driveway of the farm.>Her hair tied back, and her blinders on, her sight was limited to what was in front of her.>Some footsteps approached, the unmistakable rustle of the bare feet of the farmer's wife.>A small woman, she would a much lighter passenger than the farmer was.>A small hand unhitched the reins from the post, and then the ponygirl felt a gentle pat on ther ass cheek.>The ponygirl took the signal, and crouched low, so the petite farmer's wife could climb into the saddle.>She was so light, the ponygirl could barely tell she was there.>"It's just you and me today. Lets go to town.">A gentle snap of the reigns, and the ponygirl started down the road.>The farmer's wife wasn't as well trained in riding as the farmer was, so she was more likely to just ask for things verbally. The ponygirl knew to be accommodating.>A light jog, and they traveled along their way.>There was a light breeze from behind them. There was a chance of rain, but nothing had happened yet, even though the scent of rain was in the air.>After a time, they came to the slight bend in the road. The town only about a mile left.>The farmer's wife pulled back on the reins to signal a stop.>"Ok. I heard you used to race. And I've seen how high you set the treadmill in the barn. What do you say, from here until the first stop sign, just run as fast as you want? Is that fun?">The ponygirl made an incredulous sound into her bit gag.>"Yes. Really. Unless you don't feel like it right now. No pressure.">"Mi Mon Mow">"I need to get down low?">"Mu muu">The farmer's wife leaned forward and tucked in closer to the ponygirl. Not quite as well as a jockey would have, but enough to shift her weight a bit in the saddle.>"Lets go.">The ponygirl closed her eyes a moment, and quickened her breathing. She bent her knees, and pushed one hoof back, feeling the grip of the road beneath her hoof.>With a push, she was off.
>>11488331>Her strides grew longer.>The slow rhythmic tap of her hooves became a furious drumbeat.>Ponygirls don't come with speedometers, but her mind retreated to her school days, when they were known to fly down the track at rates that strain believably.>What had been a tailwind, was not a breeze from the front, as she caught and outpaced the atmosphere.>Her blinders didn't allow for distractions from the side, and the road in front of her was all that mattered in this moment.>It was pure delight.>It was her idea of fun.>Over the crest of the hill, the first stop sign came into distant view.>That would be the end of the fun, but until then, she would run as fast as speed itself.>The time remaining so short, but for this moment, this small fraction of eternity is where she would live.>And then it was over. The sign arrived, and the ponygirl slowed her pace to a recovery jog.>Her sprint was over, and she measured her breathing for the cooldown.>The farmer's wife used the reins to guide her into the direction of the general store.>They circled the parking lot, and then the farmer's wife pulled on the reins to stop in one of the parking spots.>The ponygirl crouched low, allowing the farmer's wife tp climb down.>"Wow. I had no idea it would be so terrifying. You... you are so fast.">The ponygirl swelled with silent pride, shifting her weight slightly from side to side to maintain cooldown circulation.>"I have to go in for a few minutes, but feel free to walk around a bit out here.">The ponygirl walked careful cooldown circles in the parking lot while the farmer's wife disappeared into the shop.>Eventually the farmer's wife returned with a sack of provisions, and carefully repacked them into the small saddle bags on each side of the ponygirl's saddle.>A light pat on the ponygirls ass, and the ponygirl crouched down low so that the small farmer's wife could climb into the saddle.>A gentle snap of the reigns, and the ponygirl started down the road.
>>11488332>A light jog, the passed all the lights and signs on the way out of town, until the eventually passed that one sign at the edge.>The next mile was still filled with the memory of their arrival, although she traversed it a a more leisurely pace on the return.>Eventually they reached the bend of the road where the memory had begun, and the farmer's wife signaled to pull over.>The ponygirl crouched down to let the farmer's wife climb down.>After a few moments of riffling around in the saddle bags, the farmer's wife lifted her hand to the ponygirls gagged mouth.>She slipped a sugar cube past the gag. It was clearly a reward for good work. It began to slowly melt while the ponygirl tried her best not to drool.>The short farmer's wife walked behind the ponygirl, and hugged her from the side. Her thin arms reaching around the ponygirl and saddle as best she could.>With one arm she pulled the ponygirl near to her reach, and with the other hand she produced a small object.>With the flip of a thumb, the object started to buzz.>Slowly and gently, the farmer's wife brought it between the ponygirls legs, and took her time invading the ponygirl's interior.>Almost immediately the ponygirl was overwhelmed with sensation, but obediently tried to remain silent and motionless.>The ponygirl could feel her own breathing become heavier, and did her best to silence it.>She resisted the temptation to vocalize into her gag.>The ponygirl closed her eyes, bracing herself against the sensation.>The farmer's wife pressed on, seemingly aware of exactly where the ponygirl was sensitive and how best to exploit it.>The ponygirl's ability to contain herself was wavering, and her left hoof began to tremble.>She tried her best to resist the urge to stamp it.>Her knees shook.
>>11488334>Just as she thought she brought it back under control, the farmer's wife repositioned the object, and overwhelmed her once again.>The game went on for quite some time. Perhaps even longer than it had taken her to have raced that mile.>This was her reward for a good day's work, at least as well as the farmer's wife understood it.>And then it too was over.>Light raindrops began to fall, and the farmer's wife relented, packing the object away in one of the saddle bags.>A light pat on the ponygirls ass, and the ponygirl crouched down low so that the small farmer's wife could climb into the saddle.>A gentle snap of the reigns, and the ponygirl started down the road.>It rained the rest of the way back, but it couldn't be helped. The weather is simply part of the world after all.>After a while they finally reached home.>The farmer's wife rode the ponygirl all the way into the open door of the barn before stopping to dismount.>The farmer was waiting with food for the ponygirl, and he greeted his wife lovingly.>And so the work of the day concluded with no discussion.
>>11488331>>11488332>>11488334>>11488335I love them.
they make trendy hucows now?
>>11480644Modern or slightly futuristic. Body modifications to make things a bit more interesting. I also just like the idea of society regressing socially and designating some people as livestock (which I would be)
>>11488462>The mythical CowyaruWhen a retired hucow goes all-in on cultural assimilation. And yes, that tail is real. No, the tech behind it isn't commercially available yet. Yes, she and her fellow cowyarus are the spearhead of a new cowgirl fashion subculture.
>>11488290Hm, who are you? What were we talking about? Sorry, but it's time for my 4th milking session, talk to you later.
>>11488478Good girl.
>>11488462>>11488474I bet her milk tastes like ice cream
Do you think girls who got freeze/snow related powers would end up making softserve icecream with their breasts?
>>11488542Ice cream is 1/2 cream, and 1/2 sugar, + flavor mixin's.
>>11480708Chapter 3 is done! If you ever wanted to be in the mind of a ponygirl as she breaks, here you go.https://archiveofourown.org/works/80156961/chapters/214827661
>>11488589thanks for shattering my dreams...
>>11488613Get the hucow one of those retro "vibrating belt machines" from the 1950s, and either she produces whipped cream, or she just has fun.
>>11488611that ending fucking obliterated me, well done.
>>11488542I'd like to think that each herd has a few big, fat hucows who produce higher fat-% milk for baking purposes and whatnot. Usually they just laze around, eat and sleep.
>>11488630>Cows love the cowbrushing machine>Hucows love the hucowvibrating machine
>"Hi i i i i . p o o o o n n n y y y y ">"Hey moo cow. So this is that old vibrating belt exercise machine the farmer found in the shed?">"Ye e e e e. It t t s s s gr e e e e a a a a a t t t t">"You know these don't actually build muscles, right?>"I i i im m m a a a k k i in nn wh i i i pp pp cr e e e e e e m m m">"Yeah, I don't think whipped cream works that way either.">"i i i i t t t s s s fu u u u u n n n">"Ok. Enjoy your shaking around.">"W ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai t t t t !!!">"What?">"I I I I I ca a a a a n n n't t t t t tu tu u u u rn rn rn it it it o o o f f f f ">"Where are the controls?. Oh, they're somewhere under your boobs.">"He e e e e l l l p p p p.">"Alright... um, this could take a while."
>>11488811>One of the ox girls sees them struggling to find the controls under the hucow's udders, and things to herself, "should I tell them about the wall plug?"
ponygirls are relevant in all cultures and time periods
>>11488687>¨what do you mean walk to the other barn? that's like half a mile from here!¨>¨ugh, can't you just go get the truck?¨
>>11489078>Aztec ponygirls. That's... making me want to do some historical research to find out how they'd fit into the culture.
>>11489105American horses were extinct, until Spain re-introduced them.
>>11489105Instead of horses, they used a specific caste of women trained as horse-girls.They could be identified by the two protected traits that they alone could hold>Long hair pulled into a ponytail>Horse-hoove styled boots
>>11489078>>11489114Delightful, conquistadors enslaving and training the girls to reintroduce horses to the locals. Tribal chiefs trade away 20 girls and recieve 10 ponygirls back with 50% kept for the fee by the Spaniards. >the Tlaxcalan chief stands on by the side of a burning village, his men with torches move around slowly ensuring that everything in the overrun Aztec home will soon be ash.>he speaks in his foreign tongue to a young man dressed in half leathers but heavy European boots>the Spanish commander looks over from supervising his men, "what did he say?">the young translator speaks up - the chief wants to know why you don't just use your horses, they are huge and powerful - why take these women? >if your chief is worried, he will get his cut, the Captain replies, these women will be bound, trained, and then left for you at the bay; but to answer him - we do it because we can, because they look better like this, and because nothing strikes fear into the heart of an enemy than seeing what you have already done to his brother tribe's wives.>the sobbing in the distance drops in volume as the gurgles moans slowly replace the cacophony as metal bits replace wails in the captured girls mouths. >the chief nods as the captain resumes his vigil of the girls transformation at the hands of his men.>yes, they do look better he muses....
>>11489521The bloodline of the Aztecs. Perfectly preserved in their ponygirl descendants.
>"Over there! Hey! Hiii!">"Oh, hello. Happy to meet you.">"Hi, I'm Zebra. I got separated from my troop during the thunderstorm last night. Kinda lost. I must have taken a left when I should have gone right, and I just kept running. Is your boss owner person around?">"The farmer and his wife have gone to dinner and the movies in town. They'll probably be back super duper late tonight.">"Ah. Thank you. Maybe they can help me find my troop. Or if it's not too much trouble, can I just stand somewhere around here for the night and talk to them in the morning?">"That's fine, I love to meet new folks. Being a dairy maiden, I don't get to leave the meadow much. Did you say you were a zebra?">"Well I'm not A zebra,. I'm just a regular ponygirl. Zebra is my stage name. I'm in show business.">"Really?">"Totally for sure. I work in the Luigi Brothers traveling circus. More specifically I belong to Saffi the Clown. We have a juggling act. It's totally the bomb. We've got a backwards-sitting saddle, and I carry her around while we both throw things in the air.">"I didn't know ponygirls went to circuses!">"I might be the only one. On the forms I think we're a dressage act. Saffi said the paperwork was pretty heavy. She had to jump through quite a few hoops. ... Get it? Hoops? ... That's a circus joke.">"Oh... OH!! HA haha! Yes. I was just still wrapping my head around a ponygirl named Zebra. For a minute I thought you might be something new or I dunno.">"It's the H cups, isn't it? Yeah, they're kinda big for a ponygirl. Back at university, I may have spent a few days with a local hucow, a dairy maid as you say, and drank straight from the tap... a lot.">"Do you?"
>>11490038>"No, I don't produce, but they're good for show business. People in the stands are far away, and stuff shows up well when they're bigger. That's why clowns wear makeup. Saffi has some good clown makeup. I get some makeup too when we work, but mine is more of a equine geisha flavor I guess. And the black and white stripes on these cozy thigh-socks and long gloves also help.">"I can see why they would call you Zebra with those stripes.">"Yes. Speaking of which, I've been running all day. Is there a faucet I can use to rinse my socks out? Even a water hose is fine.">"Uhh... laundry? I guess we have a spigot over here near the awning.">"Ahh. Thank you. This will just take a minute.">"You took your hoof-boots off and didn't freak out or anything? Our ponygirls here always kinda lose their cool about being barefoot.">"Really? I guess I don't worry. My props don't define me. I'm a ponygirl in my heart, and that's enough. Rope and molest me so I may be the center of attention. Hopefully with a big audience. ... Can I drape these on the fence here?">"Sure, the socks and gloves should dry there fine. I don't think any wild animals should bother your boots there either.">"Thanks you. I guess I should just find a spot to stand out of the way.">"Well the ponygirls stand in the barn, and the ox girls hang out near the driveway. The ovine are in the next lot, keeping their hair tidy. Us dairy maids are flopped in a warm pile over there. You're welcome to join any of us. We even try to invite the ponygirl to the pile, but they like to stand.">"I usually stand to sleep myself. Kinda curious about flopping in a pile.">"Come join us!">"You sure?">"The more the merrier. You can talk the the farmer in the morning about directions or whatever.">"Thanks a bunch."
>>11490038>>11490040Aah yes, another absolutely adorable character from you anon, I love her!>Saffiif she's a gay clown I wholeheartedly love her too~
wait why do I have the overwhelming urge to get her
>>11490142m-moo...
I found a ponyplay gamehttps://atinylittlecloud.itch.io/a-couple-buys-a-horse
>>11490143I'm pretty sure this was the plot of a spin-off.
>>11490142You got the soul of a farmer or minotaur/bull. At least that is why I think I want to collect a few cows for myself.
>>11490446Sign me up.
>>11490446That is beautiful of you to say anon! I have always seen myself a curator of sorts, even though in pony world I would most likely end up a ponygirl myself.
>>11490072Yeah. that was kinda Saffi's hint. Somehow it felt like it would be less predatory than handing her to Pagliacci. Not that a ponygirl would be picky about where her physical stimulation came from.
Found on rule34 but it didnt have any sources listed. Does anyone if this is from a doujin ?
>>11490613Based as fuck anon, I love that.
They make robot cows now? Is that even legal?
>>11490638[Issa Castagno] Cowgirl Farm Experience
>>11490611Well my other guess was that you resonate with the cow spirit and you want to be surrounded by friends similar to you.
>>11490677Yes, I do actually kinda want that too. I don't want an OBSCENE pair of milkers, but some modestly massive, gently leaky and supremely sensitive cow tits would make me a very happy girl.
>>11490701That is fine. I just posted /d/ sized ones>supremely sensitive cow titsI love that too. It would be fun seeing a cowgirl enjoying being groped, fondled and milked.
>>11490739that's fucking grotesque anon
>The mid-morning sunrise slowly warmed the late autumn on the farm.>The hucows lazed about in the field munching large sprigs of raw broccoli, having completed their morning draining sessions.>The ox girls and the ponygirl used exercise equipment in the barn.>It was another leg and cardio day. It was almost always leg and cardio day around here.>Like most Wednesdays, it was time to inspect the ovine's hair curlers.>The ovine could generally keep them snug and tidy on their own, but it would be irresponsible for the farm to simply leave things to their own devices.>The ovine could use some regular physical attention anyhow, and had formed a queue in front of the barber shed.>The finishing ovine stumbled out of the shed, briefly lifting both hands to touch her head's hair curlers, before turning towards the ovine waiting at the entrance and giving a grin and a thumbs-up.>The ovine in line, swallowed her nervousness and timidly entered the barber shed.>The farmer and farmer's wife were there to greet her warmly.>She was invited to stand in the middle of the room, facing the space between two tall mirrors that let her see herself from left and right angles.>The farmer's wife approached the ovine, "The Agency provided some revised uniform guidelines for ovine. Nothing to worry about, it only take a few extra minutes to install.">The farmer's wife took the ovine's arms, and placed some shiny manacles around her wrists.>The fit was almost snug, but not quite tight. They would be impossible to slide off, but shouldn't constrict anything.>As the farmer's wife held them on the ovine, the farmer reached over and ratcheted something on the manacles with a tool.>Apparently these didn't use a key and lock, and simply had to be installed with tools.>The ovine wondered if this would be permanent, as now her wrists were tethered together by 18 inches of chrome chain.
>>11490872>The farmer's wife smiled warming, "Nearly half way, no worries. We've practiced the next part eight times already.">The farmer's wife briefly cupped her bust through her flannel shirt with both hands, making a bit of a pained expression before going back to smiling.>The farmer placed a heavy nylon hook under the ovine's new chain, while the farmer's wife retreated to the wall and started to pull a rope.>As the rope was pulled, the ovine's arms were pulled into the air, up and up until she had to stand on tiptoe.>The farmer's wife hitched the rope to a couple of pegs on the wall so the ovine could remain suspended.>She scurried around the room, and went back to the ovine, earnestly insisting a leather bound stick between the ovine's teeth, "bite down".>Suddenly the farmer was in front of her, and before sensation could register in her mind, he pulled her left nipple outward with a gloved hand, and with a staple sound, used a device to attach something to her. >There was a short crackle sound with a flash of light, followed by a wave of heat that the farmer doused with a spray of ice water from a bottle.>The ovine released a short whimper through the stick before unconsciously dropping it from the grip of her teeth.>It probably should have hurt more than it did, but everything when so quickly, and there was such a flood of heat and cold that it was hard to register anything as if it were real.>She looked down to see the farmer gently inspect the new accessory in his hand.>The flat side of the heavy ring passed through the base of the ovine's left areola, with the curve seemingly welded permanently in place to dangle below it. It could not be removed without cutting it free.>The farmer took a moment to attach a thick plastic tag to the ring with a pop rivet. It was a heavy yellow tag with a 7 in raised black figuring, identifying her as ovine number 7.
>>11490873>The farmer's wife gave the ovine a tender kiss on the cheek, "See, it only took a moment, and it's all over. Now when you look down at it, you will know that you are always desired and accounted for.">The ovine breathed deeply, trying to take every event in, as she watched the farmer and his wife rolling small table-carts into position.>The carts contained hair brushes and curlers, with bottles of watery shampoos and scented supplies.>At least the next part would be normal routine. The ovine knew that her long "wool" would be tended to, as per normal Wednesday activities.>Normally she would just stand politely while the farmer and his wife worked, but it seems today she will dangle from the ceiling.>She could feel the farmer's wife start to uncurl and comb the hair on the back of her head, while the farmer started to inspect her skin.>While her "wool" is generally valuable to harvest, it's really only comprised of long hair that grows in certain areas. The rest of her body is to remain smooth and bare.>The absolute whiteness of her hair makes it easy to find any unwanted body hairs contrasted against the obsidian blackness of her skin.>Sides of the head, arms, legs, back, stomach. Every inch of her body is checked.>If the farmer had been able to find anything out of place, he has a bottle of treatment to apply to any attempted growth with a q-tip, effectively making it impossible for hair to ever grow in that spot again.>It's also good for warts, moles, skin-tags, or anything else that got in the way of pristine flawless smooth skin.>The farmer's wife moved from one curler to another on the ovine's head while the farmer switched to checking the curler that held the ovine's pubic hair in place.>A simple matter of unrolling the curler, and combing it out.>After having grown all spring and summer, it was nearly six feet long when fully unfurled.>It would be double that when eventually she would be shaved at the end of winter.
>>11490874>As the farmer carefully rolled the curler back on from the end, he occasionally tugged to keep the curler tight, and spritzed the hair with a perfume scented treatment to keep her clean and free of little visitors.>The farmer's wife did similarly to the ovine's head hair, but with a considerable greater amount of hair to deal with.>Once satisfied that the curler was rolled and tight, the farmer moved from the pubic area to one of the ovine's underarms.>Somehow today the ovine found it easier to resist giggling while the farmer combed out her armpits.>While the farmer's wife continued to work behind the ovine, the farmer finished the left underarm and moved to the right.>The farmer's wife managed to finish the ovine's head at about the same time that the farmer finished snugging up the right underarm.>The ovine could see herself in the mirrors, with six large tidy curlers holding a copious hive of hair on her head, the the three smaller curlers controlling her underarms and pubic area.>She could see the farmer and his wife, rolling the carts away and putting on fresh latex surgical gloves.>The farmer approached the ovine, and started to feel her nether area.>He checked her for sensitivity, measuring her breather to tell when he found a spot that the ovine enjoyed being rubbed.>Meanwhile, the ovine could see the farmers wife preparing a toy.>The farmer's wife was rolling a condom over a large pink vibrator. The box of condoms labeled as "Pre-lubricated And Ribbed For Her Pleasure".>The ovine thought to herself "are they usually ribbed during this part?">The farmer had unzipped his pants, and entered the ovine from the front.>He moved slowly. Almost frustratingly slowly, concentrating on giving attention to what was most sensitive in the ovine.>As the ovine's breathing grew heavier, she could feel the farmer's wife behind her.>A click and a buzzing began. It took very little spinning and effort to invade the ovine's back entrance.
>>11490875>While the farmer moved slowly and methodically, his wife was moving more aggressively.>While the farmer focused on providing constant pleasure, his wife concentrated on overwhelming the senses.>The farmer and his wife leaned out to the side, made eye contact and kissed.>It was as if the farmer's wife was intent on pleasuring the farmer, and the ovine was only the physical medium that it must pass through at the moment.>As the ovine continued to be overwhelmed, her breathing became quick and shallow.>As her mind tried to process all the information, her ears forgot to hear, and her vision shrank to narrow tunnels while she stared into nowhere.>The passing seconds felt like minutes, and the massing minutes felt like hours.>When the ovine's mind settled, she found that the farmer had stopped moving and was pressing deeply into her while his arm pulled her nearer.>As if waking up from slumber, the ovine found it almost difficult to hold onto the memory of the events. She caught herself drooling, and wasn't sure if she had been vocal or silent.>The farmers wife pulled the vibrator out and turned it off, then picked up a water hose and started to gently rinse the ovine's backside off while the farmer remained, allowing his reflexes to finish emptying into the ovine at their own pace.>The farmer's wife finished, and retreated.>The farmer finished, and wiped his remaining residue on the ovine, before zipping up.>The farmer's wife unhooked the rope from it's pegs, allowing the ovine to lower her arms and stand on the ground freely.>The farmer smiled "Good. Send in the next ovine">The ovine inspected her new manacles, apparently for keeps, while she approached the doorway.>The finishing ovine stumbled out of the shed, briefly lifting both hands to touch her head's hair curlers, before turning towards the ovine waiting at the entrance and giving a grin and a thumbs-up.>The ovine in line, swallowed her nervousness and timidly entered the barber shed.
And then she went back home and continued her boring uneventful human life.Theee end.
>>11490872>>11490873>>11490874>>11490875>>11490876Pure clinical sexiness anon, well done yet again. You're really getting good at these.>Now when you look down at it, you will know that you are always desired and accounted for.unf~>It was as if the farmer's wife was intent on pleasuring the farmer, and the ovine was only the physical medium that it must pass through at the moment.p e r f e c t i o n
We need more draft ponygirl art in the world.
>>11491042Its criminally underrepresented, https://www.deviantart.com/theirishdreamer has a few stories around that.
>>11490873>"We've practiced the next part eight times already."So who got the first two? Oh, wait. In both tits? Lucky mouse.
>>11491143I'll have to take a look at those, thanks. I've been writing my own draft ponygirl stories too. Haven't posted them outside of Google Docs though. I'll have to fix that one day.
>>11480708>>11488611holy fuck
>>11491171She takes her job very seriously ya' know.
I opened the doors on my bar, and let the morning sun wake my beautiful little four-girl herd. I heard my ponies groaning and clearing their throats before they remembered themselves and started making proper whinnies and nickers. Songbird almost immediately sat up and moved into a kneeling position. Ringie was still lying in her stall's hay, the lazy girl. Peach was standing at the threshold of her stall, as far as her leash would let her, looking in the next stall over at Star. My newest girl, who was looking at me in fear just like she'd been doing since I brought her to the farm, not three days ago.And Songbird was glaring at Peach and Star both. I could guess what this was about, and I needed to make sure she wasn't going to make this a problem. I went to Songbird's stall first. "Up and at 'em, girl." She rose to her feet smoothly, even with her hands bound behind her, the sign of a true ponygirl. I stepped behind her, inspecting the leather mitt encasing each hand, and the length of cord holding them together. Then her leather collar, the only other thing she was wearing. All in good condition, no signs of damage. "Good girl." Songbird whinnied, she knew how to make it sound satisfied. I unclipped her from the leash in the stall, then immediately transferred her to the one on my belt. I led her out of the barn and away from the rest of her herd, all the way to the shed where I keep my tack. There was a bench in there, waist-high, and I immediately bent her over it, tying her leash off without enough slack for her to right herself. Songbird was a ponygirl at heart, she'd never fight me or try to run off, but I wasn't about to let my girl-handling skills go to pot. Songbird was starting to breathe heavy, I could even see her getting wet. But we had a full day of work ahead of us, and none of us needed distractions. "Girl, what had you waking up in a foul mood?" Songbird whined. She pouted. I sighed, and crouched, looking her in the eye.
>>11491862"Songbird, you have my permission to talk human until we get to the bottom of this. And I'm gonna switch you if you don't tell me what's wrong.""It's Peach and Star." Her voice was barely above a whisper. She was blushing. Bless her heart, my pony Songbird was embarrassed to talk like she was still human. "Those two were talking human again. Yesterday. After you put us up for the night."I hummed. "Star's been here three days. And I bought her fresh, off a trainer who swore he worked on Star a month, but I'd be surprised if he spent a week with her." Songbird looked away. I'd wager Star had said something to that effect, but Songbird was too good a ponygirl, she wouldn't say a word she wasn't ordered to. I stood, and fetched her boots from their spot on the wall. They were knee high, with proper working girl soles, there was too much hard work on the farm for fancy hoof boots."She's probably scared. Everything's too new, too confusing. She's probably dreaming of some cute lad taking her for a damsel in distress and cutting her free." I step behind Songbird and start the process of shedding her: cleaning the dirt and grime off her feet, slipping the boots on, securing the laces... and I talk to my girl all through it. "Peach is more experienced. More even than you. I'll bet she's been a shoulder for Star to cry on, these past nights. And I'll let you in on a secret: the farm's a busy place, too busy for girls to be gabbing when there's daylight. It's also stressful. And after dark, bedded in her stall, all the humans gone for the day? A girl's free to blow off some steam."I lean down, and stand Songbird up straight, standing tall in her boots. "Now let's get the rest of your tack on. Your harness, and your bridle. Then I can do the rest of your herd the same, and you won't have to worry 'bout any human talk from any pony 'til sundown."My girl looked eager, hearing me promise to truss her up. Bless her heart.
>>11491862>>11491865And some ponygyarus to keep relevant
Personally I think ponygirls need more gags and whip marks than they seem to be getting here.
>>11491862>>11491865Love the names, anon. Peach seems like a popular one.
>>11491904Songbird is a stool pigeon
>>11491918narcs get spanked
breeding stud.
>>11491844Wouldn't be a mouse if she didn't take her job, and her husband, seriously.
>>11492105Ew.
>>11492758god forbid a girl get pounded out by her pretty pent up pony girl anon
Some ponygirl stuff will have this weird dentistry to make the bit gag fit better. I don't know how I feel about that.
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>>11492840>>11492841Interesting. I still prefer a thicker mouth-filling bit. Call that the oral fixater in me, but honestly a collection of very small body mods like this does have a certain allure too.
>>11492840I like it
>>11481572>no PBRSL can look so much better
>>11486436Speaking of which, I wonder how the "Sapo's Ponygirls" Minecraft mod is doing. Right now, the distribution only seems to happen over a Discord server.
>>11493379The what?
>>11493381The Minecraft mod that inspired the "Steve riding ponygirls" image. It's in the picture description over at Liem's Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/142158491
>>11493379Harpies and centaurs are being implemented, the mod author is surprisingly prolific,also, with a bit of configuration, you can hook ponygirls to carts from the aristocarts redux mod, some guy found a way.
>>11493379I didn't even realize adult minecraft mods are a big thing, it seems like the least sexy game ever.
>>11493655Cows would need special bras to hold their massive milkers in place, wouldn't they?
>>11493680High quality dairy cows stay attached to the milking machines like 70% of the time they're awake anyway.
