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UPDATE: Now with full length story by Lislsdream !

Take it away Elisa:

It is a fresh early autumn morning, with a light mist blending imperceptibly with the sky. The Sun is up, though, starting to cut through the damp air, and its yellow light casts their shadows out behind them, and glints on the dewdrops that coat the girl's bare body. She is finding it hard to catch the rhythm they are trying to teach her; each pace is foreshortened by her hobble, but the goblins are making her hurry along, almost running...and in a moment of sudden unexpectedly clear thinking, she realises she is trotting...

Her feet, the only bits of her that were covered, tap and dance on the ground: her long legs flashing inner sides alternately, little pert breasts bouncing in syncopation. Her slender paleness was emphatically, dramatically, shown off by her near total nudity: at random moments, she kept noticing the feel of fresh air on her newly displayed skin.She feels her left rein pulled sharply: the corner of her bit-gag pulling into her cheek, and she briefly smells and tastes the fresh sap of ironwood; the goblins' favourite building material. She crazily thought how sturdy, how solid, how real, the bit in her mouth was, and wondered if her teeth were making any indents in its surface? How dry her mouth flet with her lips parted open all the time...

A stripe of whip across her knees for turning too quickly, without the high stepping movement they seemed keen for her to pick up. Her legs scissored again and again, while the goblin on her right rein made clicking noises. Encouragement? Annoyance? She didn't know. She couldn't gain any time to gather her thoughts, had had none since she was captured in the berry woods, and the puzzle of the goblins' speech was an insignificant one amongst many: the huge, terrifying, exciting mysteries that surrounded her, engulfed her, enslaved her.

The rein tugged left again, and the blonde pony was led back around the circle in the centre of the village, for another circuit.

The Girlmaster was quietly impressed with her: while she had shown fear and worry and confusion, as all new mares did, this white's eyes shone with an acceptance, a calmness, a submission, that he would not expect to see for at least six months... Still, she would need many weeks of training, taming, he had had only just started work on her. He flicked his quoit at her thighs, approving of the slap sting it made against her pale limbs; such short jolts of pain teach the mares the lessons they must learn first: that they were to submit to the directions of their masters. The blonde sighed softly behind her bitgag, and the Girlmaster was sure this grey pony would be broken in record time.

Much later that day he said, only half-jokingly, to his wife "That grey is already resigned to her new role, I tell you. As if she had had her future foretold, that it said she would be a pony, it was her destiny, and by becoming a ponygirl, she would become her true self..."

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My original caption:

The morning after the ponygirl hunt, the rest of the tribe is still sleeping off the feast - but for the tribe's girlmaster and an assistant, it's straight to work saddle-breaking the new captives! Hobbled to keep her from kicking and running, it's a physical but routine task for the two goblins to walk her by the bridle about the outskirts of the camp, slowly training her to move at another's behest...

The village background was a total afterthought, this was originally going to be just these three characters standing on a sort of display base against a white backdrop, perhaps starting a series-within-a-series of such pics. But I liked how it looked, and it kind of made it a natural continuation of Room for one more..? I thought about populating the background with more characters but I sort of like it like this - it ended up with an oddly olde-tyme photograph sort of atmosphere, which I played up with some anachronous vignetting for the hell of it.

Description
UPDATE: Now with full length story by Lislsdream !

Take it away Elisa:

It is a fresh early autumn morning, with a light mist blending imperceptibly with the sky. The Sun is up, though, starting to cut through the damp air, and its yellow light casts their shadows out behind them, and glints on the dewdrops that coat the girl's bare body. She is finding it hard to catch the rhythm they are trying to teach her; each pace is foreshortened by her hobble, but the goblins are making her hurry along, almost running...and in a moment of sudden unexpectedly clear thinking, she realises she is trotting...

Her feet, the only bits of her that were covered, tap and dance on the ground: her long legs flashing inner sides alternately, little pert breasts bouncing in syncopation. Her slender paleness was emphatically, dramatically, shown off by her near total nudity: at random moments, she kept noticing the feel of fresh air on her newly displayed skin.She feels her left rein pulled sharply: the corner of her bit-gag pulling into her cheek, and she briefly smells and tastes the fresh sap of ironwood; the goblins' favourite building material. She crazily thought how sturdy, how solid, how real, the bit in her mouth was, and wondered if her teeth were making any indents in its surface? How dry her mouth flet with her lips parted open all the time...

A stripe of whip across her knees for turning too quickly, without the high stepping movement they seemed keen for her to pick up. Her legs scissored again and again, while the goblin on her right rein made clicking noises. Encouragement? Annoyance? She didn't know. She couldn't gain any time to gather her thoughts, had had none since she was captured in the berry woods, and the puzzle of the goblins' speech was an insignificant one amongst many: the huge, terrifying, exciting mysteries that surrounded her, engulfed her, enslaved her.

The rein tugged left again, and the blonde pony was led back around the circle in the centre of the village, for another circuit.

The Girlmaster was quietly impressed with her: while she had shown fear and worry and confusion, as all new mares did, this white's eyes shone with an acceptance, a calmness, a submission, that he would not expect to see for at least six months... Still, she would need many weeks of training, taming, he had had only just started work on her. He flicked his quoit at her thighs, approving of the slap sting it made against her pale limbs; such short jolts of pain teach the mares the lessons they must learn first: that they were to submit to the directions of their masters. The blonde sighed softly behind her bitgag, and the Girlmaster was sure this grey pony would be broken in record time.

Much later that day he said, only half-jokingly, to his wife "That grey is already resigned to her new role, I tell you. As if she had had her future foretold, that it said she would be a pony, it was her destiny, and by becoming a ponygirl, she would become her true self..."

________________________________________

My original caption:

The morning after the ponygirl hunt, the rest of the tribe is still sleeping off the feast - but for the tribe's girlmaster and an assistant, it's straight to work saddle-breaking the new captives! Hobbled to keep her from kicking and running, it's a physical but routine task for the two goblins to walk her by the bridle about the outskirts of the camp, slowly training her to move at another's behest...

The village background was a total afterthought, this was originally going to be just these three characters standing on a sort of display base against a white backdrop, perhaps starting a series-within-a-series of such pics. But I liked how it looked, and it kind of made it a natural continuation of Room for one more..? I thought about populating the background with more characters but I sort of like it like this - it ended up with an oddly olde-tyme photograph sort of atmosphere, which I played up with some anachronous vignetting for the hell of it.