u/Late_Conference9762

We go way back. Two adventurers; we've taken jobs together for years and we're decent friends. Sure, I'm a much higher rank than you, but you can hold your own well enough.

Of course, the elephant in the room is that you're a Goblin - or Half Goblin, anyway. Some civilized folk don't see much of a difference, nor take kindly to that, but you're not one of those barbarians out from the wilds. You were raised here in the city; pretty sure the rumor is thst you're actually part halfling or something — you're certainly not as ugly as most of the goblins people see out in the wilderness. You've never raped anyone, never pillaged any villages, and certainly never used a woman as your personal steed before. You might be silver tongued and quick with a knife, but compared to most of your kind you're practically domesticated — the allure of civilization and the creature comforts the city brings is far more appealing than whatever savage calling your kin answer to out there. Hell, you have a *401K* through one of the major adventuring guilds!

So a higher profile quest came down, and we were the names picked. My being chosen was obvious — I was the muscle, the firepower. You? You were the *face.* An unusual gig for you, but we were dealing with your kind. Some fifty years ago the goblin population to the north got so out of control that the collective of civilization ceded the land to them, allowing them to form their own empire to the north. There's been a fragile peace ever since, but there are worries and rumors that the Goblins have been developing dangerous magic that's always been beyond their grasp, which if true could make them an existential threat to the realm. The evidence? The scorch marks of extremely high level magic that would rival some of our best mages found in the border villages that had been attacked recently. They've always had the number, but never the firepower. Some concerned parties put a serious bounty out to resolve the issue quietly; the only problem was the goblin lands are vast, with various tribes roaming thousands of miles of untamed territory between the few sparce villages and cities. The guild figured we'd be more likely to get some of the more peaceful tribes and warbands to talk to us (and not attack on sight) if we had you to parlay.

And the mission started off... Okay. We were probably 100 miles off the grid, making okay progress after a few weeks on the road, when we got ambushed in the night. This had been a regular occurrence - but it was getting to be too much. It's not that we couldn't handle them, but the attacks were so frequent we couldn't even sleep. It had probably been over two days since either of us had so much as a nap, and in the wake of this last attack we realized we couldn't keep going like this.

Which is when a very begruding solution presented itself - the goblins we had dispatched had the supplies for a Ponygirl saddle you could use, provided I'd be willing to wear it...

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Hola! Looking to do a slow burn roleplay following loosely the plotline I've outlined above. I want us to play two adventurers deep in goblin territory. I'm looking for a slow, steady descent into the Ponygirl/goblin rider kink where my character begrudingly but gradually let's your character use more and more gear on her, helping them blend in more and more as they continue on their way.

In terms of the plot, I'm thinking we eventually figure out all too late how the goblins are performing this magic - by harnessing the magic of the girls they tame into mounts.

To be clear, I'm looking for a literate, collaborative partner who is willing to write a bit more of a wholesome story that happens to have some darker kinks where both our characters are on the same side and looking out for one another, but simultaneously slowly falling victim to the sexual tension between them as they explore a new dynamic to their relationship. I ask that your character not be secretly or one-notedly trying to exploit mine, as I think the basis for the gradual descent/corruption should be consent and communication — not that events can't occur that don't push limits and boundaries within the context of the story. I'm imagining your character might reluctantly come to learn to appreciate why his kin seem to love owning pony-girls so much, whereas my character grows increasingly flustered and frustrated with her declining autonomy. Both are reluctant to move forward with this dynamic, albeit for different reasons, but both slowly find it hard to resist one another.

In your initial message please include any plot or scene ideas you might have in addition to your thoughts on possible character dynamics and your kinks and limits. I don't do cold starts, and would much prefer to chat and plan things out with a partner before jumping in. I prioritize quality messages, not short or quick ones, so don't feel rushed to send a half-baked reply just to be first.

Kinks for me include: Ponyplay, bdsm, slave training, spanking, riding crops, piercings, gags, heels, ENF, humiliation, head shaving, light romance, light misogyny, outfit control, orgasm control, objectification, magic/portal based amputee play, dehumanization, slow burns, dub con, reluctance, small Dom/big sub, toys, watersports, dolcett,, and much more.

Limits: beast, underage, scat, excessive torture, gore, snuff of a character during sex.

I also have an album of loose inspiration images on my profile under the same name as this post if you're interested! Feel free to peruse and lmk if anything in particular jumps out at you.

Please reach out via Reddit chat. If we hit it off in the planning, I would love to pivot to discord for the actual RP.

(Looking for high effort, experienced writers only for this one!)

You and I are both experienced slave trainers specializing in training Ponygirls specifically. We both met as upcoming rookies in the industry and nearly ten years later when we were both among the best in the business — we walked away.

Not from the industry of course: just the big firm we both came up in. An old mentor of ours passed and ended up leaving his small-time ponygirl training ranch in our name, and we decided to say fuck it and try doing our own thing. It's hard to compete with the bigger companies resource wise, but if anyone could pull it off, it's us.

Fast forward a year, and we've raised up a modest little stock of promising young fillies of our own, 5 in total now, and right when we needed a big break, it happened.

An up-and-coming ponygirl gear manufacturer, Perma™, put out a bulletin looking for smaller ponygirl ranches that they could partner with to film promotional material on, and use their ponygirls to market their products. If selected, their sponsorship would come with a huge sum of money, exposure to put us on the map, and complementary sets of the company's supposedly cutting edge pony gear. We ultimately reached out, sent in anything and everything we could think of to flaunt the facilities, the land, and of course the ponygirls we had built up since starting over together. We hadn't expected to hear back.

Until we did. We're not quite sure how it worked out, but they loved the aesthetic of the ranch, and wanted to partner with us for future marketing opportunities... With a small, incredibly reasonable catch. They wanted to come out, do an initial photoshoot, and dress some of our ponies in their gear to make sure everything matched with what they were looking for. We immediately agreed, only to find out an incredibly unfortunate detail we'd overlooked barely a few hours before their crew was supposed to arrive.

Perma™ had wanted us to provide ***six*** ponygirls for the photoshoot to show off six new and exciting product lines. We only had **five**. If we couldn't deliver, then we could lose the contract. We're panicking, we're trying to call in favors - but even if we could get a loner ponygirl for a few hours, we couldn't get them here before the Perma reps arrived. Which is when I have an incredibly stupid, reckless, maybe Genius plan.

*I* will play pretend just for the day. It's legally a little nebulous, but mostly foolproof. I pretend to be a pony for the day, the reps check out the ranch, and while I suffer through a photoshoot for a few hours you finalize the contract - then once they leave we're set, we've gotten free gear, and we can use the money to work on acquiring a sixth ponygirl for the future. What do we have to lose?

What neither of us really bothered to ask was what these new product lines consisted of. We were aware the company specialized in strict gear that could be worn for long periods of time - but neither of us realizes that these new models of gear were their truly 'permanent' product line; meant to be worn for decades without removal... With **one** product line in particular experimenting with some very controversial, extreme bondage solutions.

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Whew! That's a doozy. Apologies for the wall of text, and thanks so much for reading this far! Instructions on how to successfully reach out to me as well as some logistical details are listed below :)

Looking to play out a story loosely following the plotline above. My thought is that you and I are best friends and coworkers that have gone into business together after nearly a decade of shared history. We respect one another, have built our own company from practically the ground up, and would do anything for one another... Which creates an interesting conflict when our plan succeeds in the worst way possible and my character is suddenly finding herself stuck in nigh-inescapble ponygear and we've now signed on to represent the the company that gave it to us.

**How to reply to me:** Collaboration and planning are very important to me, and I don't do cold starts. When you reach out, I want to hear character and plot ideas, scene ideas, kinks, limits - world building... the more the merrier. If you're reaching out with a single line or even just a paragraph or two, we probably aren't a good match. I'm looking for highly literate partners for this one. I'm looking for partners to plan things out and world build with before jumping in. Provided we hit it off, I'm very comfortable moving to discord for the RP itself.

In terms of what I'm looking for out of the RP- I'm hoping to find a partner interested in exploring the increasingly difficult balance between her predicament/bondage and their long term friendship, and exploring how that changes their dynamic in a way that isn't nefarious or one-notedly exploitive.

Kinks: bondage, bdsm, Ponyplay, petplay, spankings, ENF, teasing, denial, piercings, head shaving, plugs, sensory deprivation, dub con, light romance, humiliation, slave training, gags, reversible amputee, and much more.

Limits: snuff of a character during sex, scat, underage, incest.

Please reach out via Reddit chat! — if initial talks go well we can pivot to discord :) I've also got a seperate post on my profile with the same name with some references, if you were interested. Look forward to hearing from you!

You're still a young man, but even you have to acknowledge life has treated you fairly well, all things considered. Most folks don't trust goblins, let alone treat them well, but she was different.

She was an elf, of all things, and everything about your history said you were supposed to hate one another. That her kind was haughty and cruel bigots. She may have teased, but her intent was always kind. She never made you feel less than, and friendship came natural between you. She was funny, and warm, and laughed at your jokes. She didn't care that you were a goblin, but didn't pretend otherwise either. She stood up for you on more than one occasion when others tried to bully you, and yet she didn't seem to infantilize you either. She treated you with the dignity of an equal, and made you feel like you were just two people. Not a goblin and an elf, just... Two souls.

Eventually you summoned the courage to ask her out... And after making you squirm under the tension for a long moment, she said yes, and the two of you shared your first kiss not long after. You were, without a shadow of a doubt, in love. The two of you graduated and it was time for college, where things only grew from there. The two of you, away from home, started to mature. Growing both as people and as partners for one another, exploring one another's bodies and losing your virginity together - it was perfect. Well, almost. You had one, itsy bitsy problem.

Your entire relationship, the reason you loved her so much, was the dignity and respect she always treated you with when no one else had. She was your best friend. Your favorite person in the world.

You were a goblin. She never seemed to care... But as you became sexually active... The urges keep you up at night; it's in your blood, your DNA. To strip her naked, bind her like a horse. To bridle her like your personal mount, like the ancient warchiefs of old. To brand or tattoo her ass and breast with your family sigil, to pierce her body with cruel rings, to whip and crop her until her beautiful supple flesh throbbed a hot red with your discipline. To shave that proud head of hers and fashion her hair into a tail and affix it to a plug and shove it up her ass. To give her a proper name and train her day in and day out as an animal - to smother out that bright warm light in her eyes until the only thing that's left is a drooling little whorsie that you keep in your stable, not in your home. Not a lover, or a girlfriend, but a trophy to be paraded around - to be ridden and put away like a toy.

The post-nut clarity probably hits you like a truck every time we make love: the guilt, the shame... But it's getting worse every day. We'll be apart for barely an hour and your mind will grow cloudy with the ideas, your dark appetites gnawing away at your attention span and conscious. But then we'll hang out and we're best friends - there's no one else in this world you want to talk to for hours every day with... Yet all you can think about is shoving that bit between my teeth and teaching me to communicate like a proper ponygirl...

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So that's a bit of the premise in a nutshell! I'm looking for a semi-serious exploration of a goblin dating the girl of his absolute dreams but struggling with the fact that he's having these very dark, kinky, and cruel urges and struggling to manage them. I'm not looking for a blanket, one-note moment where he gives in and does something he can't turn back from, rather a gradual descent into his sexual appetites being fulfilled with elements of con and dub-con dancing back and forth as he pushes boundaries further and further.

Collaboration is important to me, and I want to plan, discuss, and generally chat before we dive into anything. I don't do cold starts, and would prefer if you reached out to me with character and story ideas, character dynamic proposals, kinks, limits, any scenes you think would be fun, and anything else that comes to mind. The more detail the better - reach out via reddit chat and if we hit things off, I would be interested in pivoting to discord for the proper roleplay itself. If you're only typing out a few sentences or paragraphs, we're probably not a good match. I write a lot, and high effort partners are important for me to find.

Kinks: pony play, bdsm, discipline, slave training, impact play, spanking, piercings, humiliation, degredation, romance, sexual tension, orgasm control, outfit control, reluctance, dub con, con, kissing, watersports, Petplay, heels, and much more.

Limits: poop stuff, underage, beast, excessive violence/torture sexually, gore.

Please reach out via reddit chat, look forward to hearing from you!