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Renapony: The Farm

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Mist winced every time the sound rang in her ears. It was so unfamiliar. The proud, beautiful renamon, degraded to being just a beast... Carrying her rider... She shuddered a little, feeling him nudge her side with his boots, urging her to turn down another of the strange goblin towns streets.

She obeyed without fuss though, and kept moving at a casual pace that he controlled. She found herself moving towards what seemed to be a smaller gate than what she had originally entered. She only found the reins pulled on briefly as her rider began conversing with one another.

She glanced to her side and found herself looking into a storefront window, with a few small baubles in the window, but she could see herself in the reflection and she stared at it, still stunned it was her.

Wearing a harness that bore a saddle and her rider sitting on top, the small purple haired goblin lost in conversation with another standing closeby. She had been forced into a pair of black leather thigh high boots ending in hooves, and matching gloves as well. The harness she wore criss crossed her body but left her entirely exposed and naked, held together with a few metal rings.

A similarly styled bridle wrapped around her head and muzzle and a leather covered metal bit was fitted into her mouth. It was all fitted with care and none of it chaffed or felt uncomfortable even, though she was very uncertain on her feet still, finding her footing in the newfound hooves was a challenge but she wasn't as wobbly as she had started.

The two seemed to finish their conversation, and she felt a nudge at her sides and she obediently tore her gaze away from the reflection, and began to march forwards once again. Being led in the first time, she had gotten plenty of attention, but now... none of the goblins on the street seemed even remotely phased by her presence.

She was led through this secondary gate, much less busy than the entrance, but she found herself led out past a small crop of rocks and out onto rolling, tree and field studded hills. She had never been this far from home, and a brief pang of homesickness hit her, but she took a deep, steadying breath.

She wouldn't be going back. That was certain. She would have to get used to a lot of new places she suspected. The road here was not cobbled. It was a dusty well trodden path that led through farms, separated by lines of tree's. Ploughed fields on either side of her, she watched it pass with interest, keeping her fairly casual pace ahead, thankful to her rider... Master... She didn't know what to even call him... Wasn't pushing her harder.

He remained silent and aside from an occasional pat on her head, he ignored her, letting her take her time to learn her own footing, only occasionally tugging on a reign to lead her down one path or another.

Finally, after almost 2 hours of walking, She was led through one of the breaks in the trees and towards a small farm. She got a look at what she suspected was her new home. Horrified, she gave a low pathetic moan. She had been so desperate to escape the life of a farm girl... Now she was about to be a labourer on one...

She found herself led away from a small, surprisingly homey, if mismatched home, seeming to be made of random bits of other houses he had come across and instead headed towards a large barn, even for a goblin! It looked like it was actually made for someone her size. Wincing briefly, she realized it was made for her size...

Led in, she glanced past a set of stalls she was led past, where a powerful draft horse stood, munching lazily from a feed bag, watching her placidly as she passed by, and she was turned to an open stall. Stepping inside, the walls were a rough plywood, and the gate was solid, but just a little too tall for her to see over.

There was a steel trough with a bucket sitting next to it, and plenty of hay pushed into the corner as a sort of nest to lay in. She felt the rider lift himself off of the saddle and lower himself onto the ground next to her. He took a few moments to work a couple of straps, but finally, her saddle was slipped off as well. She found her reins pulled down gently and her muzzle was petted by the rider, taking a few moments to praise her in his own tongue, before he smirked again. "Foxtits good. Get meal then, Sleep tight."

With that praise, Mist watched him leave the stall with the bucket briefly, returning to splash water into the trough, making enough trips to fill it, and then close the gate, a dull thunk locking her inside.

She could hear him leave and then... she was alone. She would sigh softly, chewing at the bit in her mouth a little idly, wishing he had taken that off as well... But for the moment she clip-clopped a little ways to the water and struggled to drink around it, getting a few mouthfuls in.

She could hear the enormous draft next to her, occasionally hearing similar clip clopping from him but seemed otherwise alone. She sighed a little and would finally move over to the nest and settle down into it, shuffling a little awkwardly.

She rested like that for a while. It had to have been a couple of hours, left to simply contemplate her fate. Finally she heard clip clopping as another horse was led in the scuffing of boots as then the goblin tended to it for a few moments, before the gate opened once more.

Getting back to her feet unsteadily once again, she looked on at him curiously as he approached with a feed bag. She hadn't realized how hungry she was... She hadn't eaten anything solid in nearly 2 days...

Letting herself get pulled down by the reigns, she felt the bit pulled from between her lips, sighing softly, about to say something, but before she could even form the word, the goblin stuffed her muzzle into the center of the bag, quickly locking it into place with a strap, and silencing her with the promise of food.

It was some kind of thick oatmeal, but it wasn't unpleasant, she would begin to gulp it down gratefully, while he slowly rubbed and stroked along her head. "No talk fox tits. Just eat." He cooed to her softly.

Working her way through the food, she would get it all down obediently, the goblin rubbing his hand along her head and down her spine, digging his sharp little claws pleasantly into her flesh and sending shivers through her body.

Still all the while she ate she remained tense and would glance past the rim of the feed bag, trying to spot the next humiliation but she could see nothing but the goblin stroking over her.

He certainly took notice and he began to soothe her, his voice soft and reassuring though Mist couldn't understand anything he spoke to her, it was enough for her to understand she would get to eat in peace, and the pleasant stroking was an unexpected bonus.

Licking the bottom of the feed bag, she would feel it unclasped from the back of her head and pulled away, a final affection pat on her head and the goblin would turn and unclasp the mechanism, Mist noting the mechanism certainly needing fingers to undo from the inside... and he would say something again and chuckle, leaving her to wonder what he had said in peace for the rest of the night.

She would sleep well enough despite the new gear she wore making it a little uncomfortable and unfamiliar for how she should sleep, but she had curled up comfortably that by the time the sun rose, she was already stirring, yawning as she heard the other livestock doing the same.

Though the early morning stirring was interrupted by the sound of boots stepping on wood. She listened as it headed in, stopped at another stall, Mist reckoned was just across from her by the sound of things, and the sound of hooves on wood followed the boots out in short order.

By the time the sound of boots returned, Mist had risen herself, aware that she would certainly be the goblins' primary concern of the day. She watched as the gate swung open and the goblin stood before her grinning proudly.

He was handsome in his own way, with deep blue hair, who wore a leather vest and nothing underneath, revealing a muscular figure, albeit one that was only a little over 2 feet tall. She could see the bare treasure trail leading from his belly button down to the loose pants he wore, held on by a leather belt, and a pair of light boots to finish it off. He held a riding crop in one hand, and a rope in the other, slung around his shoulder.

"Fox tits be good." He said as he stepped in, and set about fitting her bit and bridle, the rope used as a lead. Tugging a little, he held tight and using the riding crop, smacked it across her rump as hard as he could, making it crack loud in the air and getting her to yelp loudly in pain and surprise, jumping into the air and clopping back down loudly, almost falling to the ground but stumbling enough to keep herself upright. "Or else I punish." He finished sternly.

Mist groaned weakly in response, feeling the welt across her bottom, and knew she wouldn't be sitting down for the day, even if she had the chance. Without another word or thought for her, the goblin tugged on the rope and led her along the stable corridor and outside.

Blinking a little in the fresh morning air, she would follow along without fuss, led past what seemed to be a fairly small, modest goblin peasants home, she was led along a hedgerow and then out to a small clearing, next to a large, grass covered field.

There, sat a huge hover-plough, the blade sitting atop the ground, and the seat that rode with it sitting on the ground. A small bar had already been lifted and Mist gasped as she immediately recognized her sister.

Standing there patiently, Mist's twin sister, Smoke, a gray furred renamon, in identical pony gear to her own, stood strapped into the plough, waiting for her master to return with her partner for the day, only to immediately go wide eyed the moment the two locked eyes.

At least Mist now knew where her sister had disappeared too in the last week. Her heart plummeted further, suddenly aware the only other person who might have looked for her in the universe, was now right there beside her as she was led into the position beside her sister and the goblin began to work on harnessing her in as well.

But this reunion was not lost on their master. Cinching leather strap though the top of the bridle to help steer, he noticed the two's body language, and muffled groans, chuckling a little as he leaned back looking between the two, his smile growing only broader. "Hah! Looks like I have a pair!" He cackled, finishing up and stepping back to look between the two.

"Haha! You sisters! Hah... You be good girls! You MY renaponies!" He laughed to himself and would step back around Mist, she felt a final pat on her rump. "Now time to break you both in." He cackled happily. With that, Mist heard a gentle whir, and found a gentle snap of the reins and found herself naturally and obediently following the order, tugging forwards, her sister matching the effort.

Steered towards the open field, she thought this might not be so bad... a hover device like this after all didn't have all that weight to deal with right?

It wasn't until she heard the gentle clunk, that the blade engaged as the goblin lined up the plough properly and the real work began. Sinking into the ground and beginning to work great furloughs into the earth, Mist found herself straining against the harness, glad it at least distributed the weight comfortably.

The two sisters worked hard together straining and pulling the enormous farming implement, the two functioning as nothing more than farm stock now. Soon enough the both of them began to glisten with sweat from the hard work, but the two kept up a slow but steady pace. She knew right away the goblin was experienced in breaking in renaponies like her. Every time they got a little faster, he would slow them down to keep them from exhausting themselves... At the same time though, he made sure that they didn't have a moment's rest, urging them with a few snaps of the reign, or a gentle tap from the riding crop to remind them to be on their best behavior.

They worked hard into the heat of midday, sweat dripping from their exhausted bodies as they returned to the clearing that they had started from. Feeling the device power down behind her, Mist could feel the hands on her shortly after as they worked on unstrapping her from the plough.

She was soon led over to a small paddock, built around a tree to shade it all. A metal trough was filled with water and once she was in safely and the waist high gate was closed behind her, she managed to stumble exhausted over to the water, and dunked her head in, cooling herself down and gulping down mouthfuls of water.

She was shortly joined by Smoke who did the exact same thing, dunking her head in and gulping down as much water as possible. The goblin cackled softly and brought them a pair of bowls, filled with what seemed to be oatmeal with a few slices of some kind of unidentifiable, cured meat.

Realizing just how famished she was, she shifted her soaking, dripping wet head over to the bowl of food and devoured it in short order, before once again, dunking her head back into the water trough to gulp down a few more mouthfuls of water gratefully.

Finally satisfied, she panted and gasped softly, and started to wobble towards the base of the tree, only to hesitate, seeing the goblin sitting there munching on some sort of sandwich. Smiling at her, he would pat the spot beside him, clearly inviting her over.

Cautiously, Mist would walk her way over, her gait already quite a bit more steady and confident. Carefully, she would lower herself to her knees and move to sit on her rump normally but she realized it wasn't normal anymore.

Frozen there, halfway in the motion, the goblin seemed not to take notice but he was far more interested than he let on. Finally, her indecisiveness came to an end and she would slowly settle in on her side instead, with her head resting on her arm.

The Goblin grinned to himself broadly as he munched on his sandwich, one of his hands slipping down to rub along her head, fingers playing with one of her ears, and she responded with a soft, relaxed sigh, nice to get a few moments rest, her tail flicking back and forth unconsciously.

She watched as Smoke joined them shortly after, but rather than rest her head upon her arms, she settled her head on the goblins lap instead and for a little while, the three just relaxed. The goblin gently coaxing Mist's head onto his lap as well.

Finally though he would give a sigh, and in a slanted use of the common tongue, he spoke to the two directly. "Ah... Field needs plowing, and fox sluts need exercise. Hmm... Mreheh, unless Fox sluts want to play?" He ventured.

Mist glanced up, a look of confusion and uncertainty playing out on her face, but Smoke had known her master longer. Shifting in place, she would unashamedly shove her muzzle in against his crotch, nuzzling in rather demandingly.

The goblin cackled at the response and Mist's hesitation but he would continue to rub her head gently. "Ah ah ah! Fox sluts have to share master. No play unless we all want to play. Hmm, Foxtits?" He suggested, not making an effort to force her any closer.

Smoke shot her a dirty look out of the corner of her eyes, before renewing the nuzzling, the sound of her breathing in through her nose, sniffing as deeply as she could manage, desperate to enjoy him. Mist had always been close with her sister. A glance was all she needed.

Pressing forwards, Mist would begin to nuzzle firmly as well, her deep sniff joining her sisters as she enjoyed the potent scent that came from him, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She began to nuzzle in just as excitedly as Smoke did.

With the two renamon now eagerly nuzzling into his crotch, the once soft shaft hidden behind his simple pants, began to stir. Wordlessly, he leaned back and would rest his head in his hands and let the sisters get to work.

The two would see him ease back and knew they had the freedom to do what they wanted with him, and While Mist was new to this, Smoke gladly took the lead, shooting a glance at Mist, their eyes locking in a moment of understanding, and she would follow along willingly.

With their bits undone, they had full freedom to use their mouths, but not a word was spoken between them. They both knew their place and while Mist still felt a deep pit of shame at the fact, she was enjoying the treatment.

Smoke would grip the goblins pants in her teeth and drag them down, Mist following suit so that they both watched as the thick mound of pubic hair, plump balls and still flaccid, but stiffening cock came into view.

Mist couldn't help but admire the thick pubic mound that cradled him so nicely, a deeper blue than his neon head hair. She watched as smoke unhesitatingly engulfed his shaft and began to swirl her tongue around it eagerly leaving Mist to handle those to green orbs just below.

She certainly needed little encouragement and dipping her head low, she began to lick and slurp along his balls eagerly, exhaling softly with the delicious taste that exploded over her tongue. She shifted enough to make sure she could reach every inch and eagerly worked on polishing him to perfection, the sweat clinging to his flesh and pubes coming away with every loving lick.

She could hear his heavy sigh of pleasure above as the two worked at his groin so very eagerly, he was happy to let the two fight over him, feeling their tongues swirling over his shaft and balls, his eyes closed, and a content smile plastered over his face.

Mist was so focused on his balls, that when he did finally reach down to grasp the back of her head, she jumped a little at his touch. She found herself steered along the base of his shaft, along the length and finally she was face to face with Smoke, his glistening rod throbbing between them. "Now be good foxtits... share!"

Catching each other's eye for a moment, the two would happily lock their lips over the tip of his shaft, tongues eagerly playing over each other and against the tip firmly. Rolling their tongues constantly over the shaft and each other, they were hyper focused on bringing him to orgasm.

With two tongues eagerly wrestling over his shaft the goblin closed his eyes and exhaled slowly through pursed lips, fighting his growing climax as long as he could, he finally shuddered and bucked upwards against the two.

Both of the women could feel him tense up, and knowing what was coming they made sure they were both as prepared as possible. With that buck, sticky goblin cum began to spurt into their mouths and over their tongues, both locking their lips together once more, keeping his shaft pinned between the both of them as they worked to drain him.

As the goblin continued to pour his seed into their mouths, he gave a long, groaning exhale, until finally, the flow tapered off and came to a stop. Opening his eyes once again, he reached down and pat both the renamons heads, and pulled them up enough to release his glistening cock.

The two didn't stop their kiss though, the two happily sharing the thick goblin load in their mouths, tongues continuing to wrestle and grind against each other, until finally, they both pulled back and tilted their heads in unison, gulping down their respective mouthfuls with a lewd 'glk'

Smiling, the goblin cackled again as the two looked up at him. Without another word, he would reach up to refasten the bits into their mouths and stand up a little unsteadily. "Good foxtits. Back to work." He declared simply, and with that, the two renaponies would stand with him.

Lead back to the plough, Mist found herself locked back into place, shortly followed by smoke, the goblin cooing and patting along them as he strapped them in, clearly quite pleased with their work. Mist suspected he had just settled on their new lunch routine.

Humming to himself as he finished, he would snap the reins to both the renaponies and with that, they strained once more against the farm equipment and began to haul it along, the plough digging into the fertile soil once more.

The rest of the day continued on like this. The hard work made the two sweat profusely but neither complained or resisted. It was hours of back breaking labour, but finally, as the sun began to set, the goblin led them back to where they had begun.

"Foxtits did good for first day. Many more days to come." He said as he worked on the straps holding Mist, before taking hold of her reigns and leading her back towards the stable, though this time, he opted to open a small gate next to the building, and undo the reigns entirely, leaving her in a paddock, large enough to have a small hill with a large tree at its top.

She would sigh softly and take a few wobbly, tired steps, and collapse at the base of the tree. Watching passively, Smoke was freed from the plough and led into the paddock and released as well. The gray furred renapony joined her shortly after and settled in as well, though she looked like she had handled the back breaking work far better.

Watching as the goblin shut the gate, he turned and headed back to his home, while leaving the two outside to relax. There were a couple of horses blandly grazing along the edges of the same paddock but she paid no attention to them. She was so exhausted she nearly passed out then and there.

She only came back around when a door slammed shut, and the goblin marched back out carrying a bucket. He would take it to a trough and dump the contents into it, using a water pump to fill the bucket again, and dump it into a second trough. He called something out in his language and waited for the renaponies to approach.

Smoke stood quickly and headed for the trough and Mist managed to stand up and follow, although quite a bit more wobbly. Smoke already had her bit removed and was bent over, happily devouring the contents.

Mist felt the goblins fingers dance over the harness around her head and the bit was removed entirely again, the goblin holding her chin for her to look into his eyes again. "Foxtits does good not speaking... If you use word, she won't have a tongue to speak with." He declared to her firmly, reminding her once more the cost of using her own language.

But with that final warning, he pocketed the bit and would leave the two alone, heading back to his own home, leaving the two to eat. She turned to the trough herself and her nose wrinkled a little. It was full of oatmeal once again, but this time, there was bits of fruit, nuts and even a couple of full apples, though everything except the oatmeal looked well past its prime.

She felt her stomach growl ominously and knowing why, she would bend forwards and began to wolf down the meal with Smoke right besides her. Her first bite was into a somewhat mushy apple, but she managed to get it down, even if the taste wasn't the most pleasant.

She remained focused on her food for a few minutes, chewing and gulping it down, when another joined her at the trough. A horse had joined them, and she could see another approaching as well. She took a few moments to register that she was on the same level as this powerful beast, but once again, without complaint she dipped her head back in to continue her dinner.

Once finished, she gulped down a few mouthfuls of lukewarm water and would once again return to the tree once more, her belly full but not settling comfortably. She could do little about it for the moment as Smoke seemed a little more active, walking the outside of the paddock instead, stretching her legs and getting the chance to stride about without a huge piece of equipment strapped to her.

As the sun finally sank past the horizon, the goblin once again emerged from his cottage and called out again. Mist stood, recognizing it as the same call that brought them to the food, she followed the horses in, Smoke arriving last behind Mist.

Patiently, she watched as the two animals were led into their stalls ahead of her before the goblin returned to her, fastening reins to the harness over her head and leading her into her stall. Taking it off and hanging it on the wall, he stepped out and locked the stall once again and Mist was left alone once more.

She could hear Smoke locked into her own stall and the door outside closed and the silence of night embraced the barn. Sighing weakly, she would step over to her own straw filled bedding and settle down onto it, her body protesting from the day of hard work.

Her last conscious thought was of how good the day had felt to her... She was exhausted, well used and treated the same as the horses in the stalls close to her but it had all felt so very right that it was hard for her to think she had a life before this.

She had aspirations of being an adventurer once, but those were foolish dreams. She was now simply a farm animal and she couldn't help but relish that fact. With a final yawn, the renapony dozed off, knowing full well that this was only her first day of hard labour was done and many more were to come.