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Anonymous03/04/26, 12:06No.11480643/FARM/ - Ponygirls, Cowgirls and other Petplay General

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Anon03/04/26, 12:09No.11480644

Question to get the thread going: Do you prefer fantasy, historical of modern settings ?

Anon03/04/26, 12:11No.11480646

Anon03/04/26, 12:13No.11480648

Anon03/04/26, 12:15No.11480649

Anon03/04/26, 12:19No.11480651

moo

Anon03/04/26, 15:49No.11480708

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

Anon03/04/26, 19:29No.11480818

>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.

Anon03/05/26, 17:34No.11481286

I <3 PONY

Anon03/05/26, 18:03No.11481299

Can't have a ponygirl thread without the GOAT. he's finally working on the third part after 12 years.....

Anon03/05/26, 18:16No.11481309

Imagine taming a gorrila mare with your dick alone

Anon03/05/26, 22:11No.11481392

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.

Anon03/05/26, 22:25No.11481399

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

Anon03/06/26, 16:24No.11481672

Anyone got more manga like goblin empire and female cattle camp?

Anon03/06/26, 18:05No.11481693

>"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."

Anon03/07/26, 08:52No.11482000

Anon03/08/26, 06:02No.11482291

>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.

Anon03/08/26, 15:14No.11482536

[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

Anon03/09/26, 08:05No.11482900

>"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."

Anon03/09/26, 19:41No.11483052

> * 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?!"

Anon03/09/26, 20:22No.11483081

Anon03/09/26, 23:19No.11483160

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.

Anon03/10/26, 19:34No.11483531

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.

Anon03/11/26, 05:41No.11483745

> * 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"

Anon03/11/26, 17:36No.11483945

> * 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."

Anon03/12/26, 18:27No.11484406

Who taught this pony to speak with a British accent? She's from Wisconsin!

Anon03/13/26, 20:18No.11484937

>"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?"

Anon03/13/26, 22:18No.11484981

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.

Anon03/14/26, 13:58No.11485341

>"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..."

Anon03/14/26, 20:57No.11485522

Popular dairy cow pastime between milking sessions

Anon03/14/26, 21:10No.11485528

>"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."

Anon03/15/26, 03:55No.11485659

ponies can have fat fucking tits too, right?

Anon03/15/26, 20:13No.11485903

>"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"

Anon03/15/26, 22:03No.11485946

Anon03/16/26, 05:19No.11486071

>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.

Anon03/17/26, 03:44No.11486436

I am steeeve

Anon03/17/26, 05:45No.11486463

moo, and stuff

Anon03/17/26, 17:39No.11486650

> * 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!"

Anon03/17/26, 21:51No.11486728

what does hucow milk do to futas?

Anon03/18/26, 01:06No.11486776

>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.

Anon03/18/26, 07:31No.11486848

working on some very spicy first-person ponygirl suffering for you anons

Anon03/18/26, 14:58No.11486948

What's this generals stance on male petplay?

Anon03/19/26, 20:59No.11487410

>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.

Anon03/21/26, 01:36No.11487826

Finally finished the full draft of my third story chapter! Just a few more rounds of editing and it'll be done.

Anon03/21/26, 23:19No.11488168

Someone please just invent a hucow transforming gun already. Then set it to 11 and zap at me.

Anon03/22/26, 06:44No.11488331

>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.

Anon03/22/26, 15:01No.11488462

they make trendy hucows now?

Anon03/22/26, 17:51No.11488542

Do you think girls who got freeze/snow related powers would end up making softserve icecream with their breasts?

Anon03/23/26, 04:48No.11488811

>"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."

Anon03/23/26, 20:03No.11489078

ponygirls are relevant in all cultures and time periods