Star Trek: Goblin Planet Mission.

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Exploring pre- warp cultures.

Final mission report for planet Alarus , stardate 48146.1: The Alurians are a hostile race destined for self-destruction; they valued nothing but the art of war, living to destroy their fellow humans. As I write this final report, I can see from the bridge of the Nobel as their weapons of mass destruction fly from continent to continent, annihilating enemy empires. Attention: Starfleet Command and Section 31; Ground observer: Commander Leonard Gordon.

Upon graduating from Starfleet Academy on stardate 2494.2, I received orders to report to the director of the research and analysis section of Section 31. After the interview, I was given an exploration vessel only a quarter the size of the NX-Enterprise 001, but it had the appearance of an obsolete and abandoned ship. For many years, the ship’s computer’s artificial intelligence was my only companion during the following decades and missions among pre- warp cultures . The relationship we developed is so intimate that Alana knows when I am in danger of dying and immediately transports me to the ship without my command. Thanks to the bond we have created over the years, she has saved my life on countless occasions. She also helps me by analyzing the organic compounds that pre- warp races use as food and performs all kinds of analyses so that I can concentrate on the mission of observing and analyzing the development of the pre- warp cultures I have investigated.

On stardate 48672.1, by order of section 31, I attended a briefing with the newly promoted Admiral Picard , who informed me of the discovery of a pre- warp Earth-like planet in the alpha quadrant several dozen light-years from Ferengi Alliance space, discovered by a probe launched during the Voyager starship mission.

Admiral Picard shows me the images sent back by the probe, which reveal a planet with a moon in an orbit similar to Earth’s. However, instead of having multiple continents, the planet is made up of numerous islands, ranging in size from a few square miles to some as large as the United Kingdom. The admiral tells me I was selected because of my exceptional ability to infiltrate these pre- warp societies undetected. To that end, my ship is being upgraded with improved sensors, and the Genesis system for morphic modification and the new Romulan cloaking system are being installed .

In the conversation, the admiral informs me that… although the Nobel systems are being updated, Alana’s developed “identity” will not be modified so that she can continue to support me under the development of trust and mutual respect that we have created throughout our interaction.

Two weeks later, the Nobel Prize is ready to leave, and I am familiarizing myself with the new systems under Alana’s watchful supervision.

The journey is 90 days at maximum warp. Upon reaching the indicated coordinates, I found a solar system with 5 planets where the objective is the 3rd planet from the sun within the Goldilocks zone, optimal to sustain any form of life on its surface.

Alana conducted the initial analyses, discovering that a wide variety of species exist on the planet’s surface, but only two humanoid species appear to coexist. The first species appears to be human, while the second is a cross between a lizard and a small ape, no larger than a 5-year-old child.

In Alana’s initial analysis, the creatures that appear to be lizards act as pets for the human species, constantly doing things for the humans around them. She also discovers that the majority of the human population on the planet is female, leading her to program the Genesis system for both gender and age modification to simulate a young female, allowing for easy integration into the pre- warp human society of this planet.

After analyzing the possible insertion points, we selected the largest island, which contains several large cities and a good number of small outlying villages with a good system of roads or high-traffic paths.

This island “continent” is in the equatorial zone of the planet. According to what Alana discovered, the humans of this society feel no shame for their scant clothing or their total state of nakedness, while their pets use clothes made mainly of skins or fabrics.

For a safe insertion, I’ve decided to teleport to the surface at night and walk to a village near the south-central coast of the island, in the most equatorial region of the planet. I don’t know what kind of dangers I’ll encounter, but I’ve made it clear to Alana that I shouldn’t retrieve unless I’m truly in mortal danger or unless I’m retrieving myself after the five-year exploration of the planet is complete.

The next step was to use the Genesis system’s morphological genetic modifier, but this requires a 48-hour process for the transformation to be successful, plus another 48 hours of recovery to adapt to my new identity as a young human strand. Once this period has elapsed, I will be able to venture onto the planet.

When I awoke on the ship after the modification process, the first thing I did was ask Alana for a refracting screen mirror to observe my new appearance from all angles. In the end, I determined that this is how I must have looked if I had been born a woman. The young woman looking back at me in the reflection is very beautiful, somewhat plump, with blonde hair, sky-blue eyes, and fair skin with a little pigmentation so that the sunlight on this planet won’t give me skin cancer from the high exposure to sunlight while completely naked.

For the next three days, all I did was acknowledge my new capabilities and skills, or lack thereof, due to my new physique and weaker gender. To think I went from being two meters tall to just over five feet tall, and half my previous body mass. It’s just a minor sacrifice for space science.

When the time came, I was transported to a small clearing in the rainforest, one mile north of the village chosen to begin the test. The place where I arrived was completely dark, and it took me a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. Even though we had chosen a moonless night, Alana informed me that there was a small group of three creatures in the area that the humans of this planet kept as pets, so they posed no danger. I could also see the torchlight in the village. I strained my ears to avoid being startled by any large animals nearby that might pose a threat to me at that moment.

I walked calmly through the leafy trees until I felt something large and heavy fall on me, and then out of nowhere I received a blow to the head that knocked me unconscious. When I awoke, I was in what looked like a barn with straw on the floor. My hands and feet were bound, and there was what appeared to be a thin metal bar in my mouth, preventing me from speaking.

Suddenly, the barn door creaked open, and a lizard-like creature about the size of a five-year-old child slithered in. It came right up to me and, with its long-fingered hands, touched my leg the way we pet a dog or a cat. This creature said, “Hello, beautiful. My name is Gorcun , and this is my farm. Last night, we found you wandering far from your flock, and we’ve brought you here to train you so that when you’re ready, you can be my daughter Garal ’s pony .” The creature pulled what looked like a sugar cube from a cloth bag and, with its long, thin fingers, forcefully shoved it into my mouth. The sugar cube dissolved in my mouth.

Gorcun waited a few minutes and removed the gag, replacing it with another. This one had more leather straps and large rings, which reminded me of the bridles used on horses in the Old West. Gorcun freed my feet but left my hands tied. Then, with a long strap, he led me to a large open area next to the barn. He began whipping my buttocks and legs with what I would describe as a whip, making me run in circles around him. As he whipped me, he said, “Come on, Bonita, gallop faster!”

He whipped me for hours until the sun was high in the sky. It was then that he took me to a large wooden cauldron where I could drink water by putting my head in the water. Within minutes, other females of different ages were next to me drinking water in the same way, and when we had satiated our thirst, they put bags of what looked like oats in our mouths and made us eat whatever they gave us to eat.

In the afternoon Gorcun made me run in the same way; he whipped my buttocks and legs to make me keep running naked on the dusty, hard floor of that corral.

At night he would leave me lying on the ground on the straw in the barnyard and give me a cup of water and another with that oat-like food. As a reward for running, he gave me another lump of sugar and went away to who knows where.

During the following days Gorcun made me run in the same way in the little square and used words like: Giddy-up! Or Stop! Or Turn around! Over time I stopped caring that he treated me like an animal, mainly because the other “women” of the stable were used in the same way.

The realization hit me like a hammer blow; here, the dominant race was those small, bipedal lizards, and the “humans” were domestic livestock. Now the question is: Why are there more women than men? In the stable, there are about 20 or 30 females and only one male. The little lizards call the human male Tryphon, and they call the females by different names of everyday things or objects.

Gorcun ‘s stable are trained the same way. One morning, as I was walking to the paddock for my usual training, I was stunned to see a couple of fillies being fitted with what looked like leather harnesses and enormous boots that had something like horseshoes on the soles. Gorcun said to me, “Look at me, Bonita!” I turned my head toward him, and he said, “You haven’t earned the right to wear the harness and hooves yet. First, you have to learn to respond to the riders’ commands. When you’re ready for a rider to mount you, I’ll put the harness and saddle on you, and after you give birth to the foal that Trifón is going to sire in you, you can wear the hooves of the obedient ponygirls . Until then, you’ll stay here like a good filly, helpful and submissive under my strict supervision.” I don’t know why! But it was interesting to see how the little lizards who call themselves goblins prepared the women to ride on their backs as if they were… horses!

Over time I discovered that they call humans ponies and mean that we are their horses. Some ponies are ridden, others pull carts, and others are breeding animals. There is also the male, who apparently is only used to inseminate the females in the stable. When the females have given birth to their young, the foals are able to walk on two legs in just a couple of hours, and when the foals are weaned, they begin pony training.

It was at that moment, while looking at that filly, that I understood how much time had passed between that day and the day I arrived in the world of the fairies. Nine months ago, I watched as Trifón was led to a post where the ponygirl was tied up. Trifón, the ponyboy, who I think is about 40 years old, mounted the ponygirl from behind. It was amazing to see the animal’s agility in mounting the mare without using his front legs. In a matter of minutes, Trifón was on the ponygirl ’s back , and just as quickly as he started, he finished and went back to his stable. Trifón impregnated that ponygirl on the first try. Today, nine months later, I see the foal emerging from the ponygirl , so I’ve been in this stable for a year, or almost a year. During the following weeks, I recorded how that same stallion systematically impregnated the other 15 breeding-age ponies in the stable, repeating the same process of public copulation without showing any signs of physical exhaustion. These observations allowed me to determine that the females are impregnated regardless of the season, since the farm is located in the equatorial zone of this island, meaning that the seasonal cycles of animal mating do not apply as they do on Earth, ensuring continuous and uninterrupted production for the breeding operation.

That didn’t reassure me completely; it only meant that another four years would pass before Alana rescued me, since my life wasn’t really in danger with them, and... yet here I am with my skin marked by the whip, naked, with a bridle and a bit in my mouth, being trained like an animal.

The next morning , Gorcun saddled a pony girl and led me off running after them. Gorcun sat comfortably in the saddle on the pony girl’s back , and he delivered sharp blows to Maravilla’s rump. She whinnied each time he struck her. That morning, he made us run all the way to the coast, which was a few miles from the farm. He made us run along the beach for maybe a couple of miles and then led us back to the farm, which took the rest of the day. Once back at the farm, he fed us and put us in the pens for the night.

Each day the distance we covered increased until he was finally forced to spend the night near a river. He tied the reins to a tree, and we spent the night there. For the first time, I had to sleep with my legs up, standing up, just like “Maravilla.” The next morning, he made us return. The training routine was always the same, only he would add extra distance or weight. He even used me as a pack mule, carrying several heavy bags on my back. Eventually, even the extra weight on my back stopped bothering me, and I began to get used to carrying any kind of load he forced me to carry.

A little while after lunch, a scream and a loud neigh were heard on the path. Gorcun tied me to a tree and went to see what was happening near the entrance to his farm. After a while, he returned with another, younger goblin. In the cart, they were transporting a pony girl who had broken her leg, and he had put her down to end her suffering. I heard Gorcun explain to the young goblin that he himself would take the animal to the village butcher shop to dispose of the meat properly. It was then that I understood that these creatures are carnivores, and if humans are livestock to their kind, then it’s also natural that they slaughter farm animals for consumption. It’s also a good thing that the humans of this planet can’t speak, because if they were able to understand what they are to goblins, their lives would be even sadder than they already are. Blessed ignorance!

The young goblin looked at me and asked Gorcun my price and name. Gorcun replied, “I call the filly ‘Bonita,’ and she’s not for sale. She’ll be my daughter Garal ’s mount .” After some heated haggling, the young goblin paid a bag of coins, and I was saddled with the bridle, the bit that still tasted of the other ponygirl’s saliva , the harness, the saddle on my back, and the other ponygirl’s tail inside my anus, which was savagely penetrated by Gorcun himself, who seemed to enjoy performing the task himself.

Before the young goblin mounted me for the first time, Gorcun told him that I had never been saddled or ridden by any goblin. The young man accepted the warning and ordered me in a loud voice: “Down!” As I mounted, he ordered me: “Up!” When I was up, the young goblin dug his spurs into my sides and made me run while whipping my buttocks with his riding crop. He is a great rider and knows how to guide an inexperienced mount like me with only the reins and the riding crop.

It wasn’t very clear at what point in time of my mission I was, but I estimated that I was approximately halfway or close to the halfway point of my mission.

My rider doesn’t think it’s important for me to know his name; to him, I’m just his mount, and he knows how to show me my place in this goblin world. Every day he makes me run to my limit, and every night he feeds me and gives me a sugary treat while I’m tied to a tree near his camp, or he makes me lie on my back with my legs tucked up so he can sleep on my belly and chest. To him, I’m a comfortable bed on the forest floor. But I suppose if I break a leg, he’ll want to put me down, so I hope Alana will rescue me and heal my broken leg aboard the Novel.

Since I began this mission, I’ve noticed more similarities between this species and the Ferengi , with the small difference that the Ferengi don’t see humans as livestock. Now, as this rider’s mount, I hope to explore more villages and learn more about the customs of the “intelligent” beings of this world.

After many days traveling along dirt roads west of my first master’s farm, we came to a wide but shallow river. My rider pulled on the reins to bring me to a sudden stop, and he looked toward the opposite bank where there was a group of 50 humans—young males, a very gray-haired old male, and many females of all ages. At that moment, my rider spoke directly to me and said, “Look, Bonita! Is that your pack?” Although I had the good intention of answering, I remained silent, since the humans of this world are incapable of speech.

After observing the herd of humans for a while, my rider said to me again: “Look! The gray-haired male is the stud of the herd. All the young females and males look like him, and look at his enormous, thick cock. That stud can still father many beautiful young females, but no, you’re not from this herd. His fur is darker, and yours is lighter.” At that moment, the old stud mounted one of the young females from behind. She wasn’t much older than the female I had become in Project Genesis. In a way, it’s like seeing wild herds on Earth or in other worlds where the males only have the reproductive drive and don’t care about the “age” or appearance of the female they mount. That old animal only wants to fertilize the female to increase the size of his herd.

When my rider led me to the riverbank, the herd of “humans” glanced at us for a second, and then suddenly the whole group took off running inland. My rider started laughing and said, “Look how stupid they are! They see a single goblin and his mount and flee in terror.” My rider spurred me on again and led me across the river to continue his journey. The water came almost up to my chest; my goblin was still above that and only lifted his boots to keep them out of the water. That explains his delicate scent; these beings hate water. A few days later, we were at the gates of a medium-sized city near the western sea.

My rider led me down the middle of the street. All the goblins, young and old, “men and women,” knelt on the ground as we passed, showing respect to the young man on my back. He must be some kind of prince or king on this island, since everyone submits to him. At the village inn, a young man about my rider’s age approached us when my rider ordered me, “Down!” My rider told the stable boy, “Give Bonita a good bath and feed her! She’s earned it!” After many weeks of galloping with my rider on my back, I received a good meal, and my coat was cleaned, leaving me completely clean and fragrant.

I thought I’d sleep for a whole week, but I was already awake the next morning when the sun rose. The groom had taken almost all my tack off, leaving only the bridle, bit, and tail. After so many weeks of wearing that tack, I felt almost free and very light, but I remembered that to them I was just a pony girl in that stable. When the sun peeked through the cracks, the groom arrived. He ordered each of the pony girls , “Down!” to tie us together with a carrying strap, and when we were all ready, he ordered, “Up!” Then he led us out of the stable and slowly made us walk along the streets until we reached a beach where there was a circular bridge that extended into the sea.

Among the pony girls taken to the beach, there were only two females slightly taller than me, but the difference wasn’t significant. At the beach, the goblin walked across the bridge, and we waded into the sea until the water reached my shoulders. The water was very calm, almost without waves. He left us there until the sun was high in the sky, at which point he took us back to the stable, where he fed us and cleaned the salt water and sand from our hooves. For the next few days, the groom took us for walks and swims on the beach every morning. The feeling of being naked in the sea was wonderful, but it would have been better if I had been free and not like a domesticated pony girl at the service of a goblin who used me as a means of transport. When the stable boy brought us back, he took us the same route, except for one day when he had to take a detour because of a fight between two old goblins in the street. So the stable boy took us through the market, where I saw how pony girls who were useless to their masters ended up. Here and there I could see dismembered bodies, heads with their tongues hanging out or missing altogether, bulging eyes or missing eyes altogether, flesh reduced to cuts so small you couldn’t tell who it belonged to. It was a macabre scene, but goblins have the right to eat whatever they want, and since humans are livestock in this world… well, they’re also sold as meat by the kilo in the butcher shops of this planet!

One morning the stable boy put the harness on us and saddled us all, then he took us to the door of the inn where our riders mounted us to go to the port where a ship awaited our arrival, the sea voyage lasted 3 weeks and even though I was tied to a ring on a column, I ended up vomiting just like the other ponygirls .

On land, we organize ourselves into hunting parties. The goblins prefer to hunt at night when the young of the human herds are defenseless. While some goblins make the captures, others, aided by their mounts, haul the catches to the corrals on the beach. At the end of the hunting season, the boats return with their prey. The return journey takes another three long weeks at sea. Upon arriving in the village, the catches are taken to the merchants’ market where they are auctioned off. The merchants then transport the catches to their regions to sell them in the local markets for pony girls and pony boys, including stallions and trainers like Gorcun .

My rider makes me take the north road, he makes me gallop for weeks visiting towns and cities until we crossed the island continent from end to end; he got involved in another home tour on another island to the east, the trip took 2 weeks and again we returned with many young ponygirls and several ponyboys for the livestock auctions.

My rider made me gallop west along a winding road through the mountains. After a few weeks of travel, the road opened into a great valley where there was a great city, and for the second time I heard him say: “At last! That is my home! And that is where you will live from now on, except when we go out on hunting parties.”

The journey from the mountain to the city took another full week . Wherever we went, the locals greeted my young rider with respect and gave me plots of land. Every night my rider slept in the house of someone who invited him to spend the night there, and I stayed in that goblin’s stable.

Upon arriving in the city, my rider led me through several double doors until we reached the large house in the center of town. There, an old goblin and several stable boys greeted my young rider and took the saddlebags I had been carrying on my back. He and the old man embraced warmly. Then the old man asked about Reina (I assume that was the name of the ponygirl who had been sacrificed). The young man explained what had happened to her and how he had acquired me as her replacement . The old man asked my name, and the young man replied that my name was Bonita.

When the old man saw that I was still barefoot, he ordered Zardan to be brought in to impregnate me right then and there, since I had already earned the right to wear the helmets. At that moment, the image of the monstrous penises of the stallions I had seen throughout the journey flashed through my mind, and I imagined myself being torn apart by those animals. The question also crossed my mind of how much longer the mission on that planet would last.

But I remained there, tied to the post, while the king’s goblins removed my harness, leaving only my tail and the bridle around my muzzle. I tried to see where the pony boy named Zardan was coming from , but I couldn’t see him anywhere. The stable goblins grabbed my left leg and forcibly separated it, two of them holding my other leg. Then two more goblins arrived carrying a long wooden pole, which they tied to my legs with rope. I was breathing heavily as they prepared me for what was about to happen. I was still terrified, searching for the stallion. It wasn’t until I felt his breath on me that I realized he was behind me. His cock was hard and stretched out; it must have been at least 30 centimeters long. It was terrifying. He approached from behind me as I watched him. It was so frightening to see his gaze on my back, but something happened. His 6′6" appearance transformed before my eyes, and Zardan was me when I was still Commander Leonard Gordon. That beast placed his cock in my tiny, virginal vagina and brutally penetrated me. The only thing I could think about at that moment was that last time I spent with my girlfriend, Stacy Winter, the engineering lieutenant on the Enterprise. Only now I was Stacy, and Leonard was riding me with all his strength and brutality. From my mouth come Stacy’s words begging me to fuck her harder, and while a part of my mind hysterically mocks the terrible job my old self is doing with my new body, the flesh suffers the impact of his brute force as his cock goes in and out of my vagina nonstop until I feel a warm fluid enter my body and he just finishes with me and I watch him return to the pen from which he came.

I stood there, tied to the post with my legs attached to a wooden bar, and I could feel my body contorting. It wasn’t pleasant, and it didn’t make me feel the way I made Stacy feel, or perhaps it was the same. I felt ecstatic, and Stacy was like me now, wanting more next to a male who didn’t give her what she asked for.

Pregnancy didn’t bring me the rest of the stable, but rather a new kind of brutal servitude. To the goblins, a pregnant ponygirl is just a beast with double the physical burden. Within a few weeks, when my belly began to swell and stretch the pale skin of my abdomen, a stable goblin fitted me with a thick leather harness with reinforced straps that squeezed my ribs, forcing me to pull the village’s heavy supply cart.

Moving forward on my feet, like the bipedal beast I was, became an anatomical torture. With each step I took on my two legs, feeling the enormous horseshoe boots crush the stones of the road, the weight of the cart’s metal pulled back on my shoulders and my modified spine, while the pups inside me kicked in my gut. Sweat soaked my naked body, mingling with the dust of the road and the sticky saliva that overflowed from my snout because of the iron bit, which they never removed from my jaws.

When my pace slowed due to cramps in my uterus and the exhaustion of bearing the load on my two feet, the imp’s whip fell mercilessly upon my buttocks and swollen thighs. The pain of the leather tearing at my skin made me whinny in agony, a purely animal sound escaping my throat despite my commander’s mind. Thoughts of military tactics and Starfleet vanished; my universe had shrunk to the pain of the whip, the dead weight of the load, and the instinct to move forward lest my limbs be broken.

At night, I wasn’t allowed the relief of lying down. I was left tied to the corral posts, forced to sleep standing on my aching hooves, my belly swaying in the darkness like the beast of burden I’d become. Hungry and shivering with fever, I lowered my head to eat the oats I was given, experiencing a grim and perverse submission my mind couldn’t comprehend. Naked, marked by whippings, and burdened like a mule, my body simply absorbed the captivity, eagerly awaiting my master’s sugar cube as the sole purpose of my miserable existence.

I watched the ponygirls and their offspring. Time marched on. Outside the corral, the stallion Zardan was mating with another ponygirl who had given birth to a foal just a few months earlier. The foal was already running and nursing from the udders of the ponygirl who had given birth to it. The foal was female, like its mother and the others. This made no sense; how could they only produce females? Where did the stallions come from?

Time passed, and the pain forced me to the ground. By the time the stable elves arrived, I was giving birth to my first calves—a litter of two, a male and a female. They took barely a couple of hours to get up and seek my udders . I heard the old elf ask his son, “Is she farm-raised or wild?” My master, the young elf, didn’t know the answer. That question either meant that wild females could give birth to both males and females, or that farm-raised females were bred to produce only females.

Those calves trotted beside me and fed from my udders. Eventually they were weaned and taken to another pen. I never saw the male again, but the female was nearby and I watched as they began to train her as they had done with me. She was a complete beast; she couldn’t speak, she could only whinny, and now they were training her to be used for riding.

One morning I was taken back to the tree trunk where Zardan had mounted me months before. I was desperate, I wanted Zardan to mount me and impregnate me again, but at that moment I began to glow thanks to the transporter. At that same moment I heard the old goblin shout: “TO ARMS! THE DARK GOBLINS ARE BACK!” But I had already disappeared from the city and was back in Nobel, completely disoriented and wondering where Zardan ’s big cock was and where I was.

Alana told me, ” The five-year exploration period has concluded, and I executed the automatic extraction directive, which is why I brought you here.” In my mind, I asked, “Can you read my mind and know what I’m thinking?” Alana replied, “Yes! The new neurospinal interface installed during your morphological transformation allows me to gather your thoughts and understand the sprite language to send weekly reports to Starfleet Command.” My next thought was about the harness, but Alana responded, “Everything that is in you at the time of transportation is transported with you.” So I thought of it as a question: “Alana, how am I going to remove the harness?” She replied, “You will have to wait until you return to Starfleet Command to be released.”

I thought about a delicious steak and sleeping, but Alana replied: “The analysis of the food you consumed on the goblin planet revealed the constant and controlled use of a narcotic substance, which caused your submission and obedience to the goblins. I can reproduce every part of your diet for the next 90 days of your journey, excluding the narcotic element.” And at that moment, a cup of oatmeal and another of water appeared before me on the table, along with the sugar cube.

The next three months of the journey were pure torture. I longed to be rid of those trappings, but the worst part was having to obey Alana’s commands, as she was the only voice on the ship who could order me around whenever I needed to use the restroom. During the voyage, I was completely useless and totally dependent on the AI’s commands.

When we finally arrived at Starfleet Command, Alana informed me that Admiral Picard wished to see me as I was, so I had to wait for someone to come and take me from the docks to his office dressed as a ponygirl . Since I couldn’t speak, I had to wait for whoever was going to take me. To my surprise, Commander Stacy Winter arrived to take me. She attached the lead rope to the ring on my bridle and trotted me calmly in front of all the space station personnel to the admiral’s office. When we reached the door of the admiral’s office… Stacy said to me: “One day you have to tell me what it’s like to be a ponygirl on that planet…” She gave me that mischievous look I love so much about her and let me enter the admiral’s office alone. He looked me over carefully with the tack and saddle on my back, then ordered me in a deep voice: “Down!” And I obeyed him instantly; the admiral told me that the starfleet is aware of the goblin race and the symbiosis between them and their humans.

The planet has an abundant source of dilithium , but the pixies oppose industrial mining due to its high pollution levels. Therefore, they offered to carry out the extraction using human females for drilling. In exchange, Starfleet must provide young females to be trained and sold as mounts, and they will supply the dilithium to Starfleet. I was sent to test the Genesis Morphology System and as a test subject for the shipment of prisoners from the United Federation of Planets. These prisoners will be extracted from their current prisons and brought to this planet to serve their sentences as human females in the service of the pixies. With your contribution, Ponygirl ” Bonita,” it has been demonstrated that the Genesis Morphology System is viable and will serve to transform these criminals into young, submissive human women for their new pixie masters. Admiral Picard says: I suppose you’re wondering what will happen to you! Well, you , Ponygirl “Pretty”, will travel to every planet in the federation to prove that the new plan to deal with crime works, and for this mission, Lieutenant Grall of the Goblins will accompany you as your rider, to demonstrate your absolute submission as Ponygirl .

When the admiral finished speaking with “Bonita,” he turned to Lieutenant Grall and said: “Well, Lieutenant, this mount is all yours. Take her and do your duty by showing the chancellors how your society works and what they can expect when their criminals are turned into submissive and obedient draft and riding females on your planet.”

Bonita looks at the admiral and Lieutenant Grall and wonders: How could I have been so stupid as to get caught up in something as degrading as being a ponygirl ?

Lieutenant Grall shook the admiral’s hand, mounted the saddle on Bonita’s back, and made her gallop to the docks where they boarded the starship Nobel. It was then that Bonita heard Alana say, “Welcome aboard, Lieutenant Grall ! Please leave the ponygirl in the stable prepared for her.”

Bonita tried to contact Alana through her connection, but received only silence until Lieutenant Grall told her: “Alana and the Nobel are no longer your ship. Now it’s my ship, and I’m your rider, and you’re my ponygirl mount !” From that moment on, Bonita had no choice but to accept that she was no longer a Starfleet commander and was now just Lieutenant Grall’s mount . She is seen demonstrating her training as the submissive ponygirl of the pixies on every planet in the United Planets Federation for the rest of her life.

The End.