Water Pony (Pixiv Fanbox)

Hi y'all!

Here's our new comic!!!

It's ponyplay and watersports! So, Water Pony, see? see? :P

This took a while and it got some quite nasty elements, so let me kow what u think!

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Here's an extra page for y'all ;)

and here's the texts:

Re: Update on your situation?

Dear Professor,

I am fine. Thank you for your email and I hope you're well too.

It's been a month since I arrived at this rural village in a foreign country on my planned visit to observe the lifestyle of remote tribal people. After a few early days riddled with communication problems with the locals, I found a young local teen named Dante who can communicate with me and has been giving me an insight into the lives of the people in his village and its elusive traditions.

I want to inform you I've decided to change my social science research topic to "Water Pony: An in-depth investigation into a tribal orientation ritual of labor, humiliation, and dehumanization". I, myself have now become a part of the study. As an outsider, to gain the trust of the village people and a place among them, I have joined their ancient initiation ritual and become a "water pony"

My day as a "Water Pony" starts when Dante, my "master" came to my hitching post. Today he had a new toy for me. He greeted me by teasing my nipple which was pierced by his hand to show ownership. You see, I'm no longer a person. I'm just a lowly working animal and my master can do whatever he pleases with me.

Dante released me from the hitching post tied with a string to his hand-pierced ring on my clitoris. It's time to work, but first, a drink for me.

A lowly animal doesn't deserve fresh well water for humans. A water pony survives directly from its master.

Yes. My only source of liquid sustenance is the urine that flows directly from Dante's urethra down my throat. He fills me up every time we are about to go on our "walk". The taste was horrid but after several days of surviving on this, I have not only become used to it but also am well familiar with the shape of my master's shaft in my mouth. Every vein and creases. How it tastes and smells and how to please it.

Fully hydrated. Dante shoved a new, thick, wooden phallic gag down my throat and secured it there. A water pony doesn't talk and doesn't need clothes. It obeys and works. All the while suffers and is driven by ecstasy at the same time. Dante explained to me that it's an important part of the ritual. Being filled in all my sensitive orifices with wooden phalluses that keeps me a horny beast in heat, and kept on my toes by the spikes that remind me of my lowly status with pain. I'm also adorned by bells that call on everyone to watch my humiliation.

Leather bags tied to the stock on my neck and my elbows, I then started on my routine journey. Dante, my master encouraged me to keep up the pace through harsh whipping on my thighs and backside and a periodically pull on my clit ring. Again, It's the pain and ecstasy combination that defines the water pony ritual.

When I first heard about what the "water pony" ritual is about, I was frankly shocked and appalled! The village people have a superstition of distrust toward all outsiders because they are believed to bring calamities. The only way to become a part of the tribe is to become a "water pony". A human pony slave that serves the villagers. This ritual breaks down an outsider's identity and humanity and turn them into working animal, gaining their way into the villagers' trust through humiliation, dehumanization, labor, loyalty, and willingness to serve the people.

After a while of walking on my tiptoe and being whipped through the scorching sun, we arrived at a well outside the village. I crouched down to allow master to fill the bags with well water. This is my job as the water pony, to carry these water bags back to the village people. I can feel the coolness on my sweaty and dust-covered skin. I wished to drink and bathe in it, but it's not for an animal like me.

It's an outrageous practice and according to Dante, hadn't been done in a long time and was about to be lost to the time. My disapproval then turned to excitement at the chance. To be able to get a first-hand experience into this exotic and rare tribal practice is a social scientific gold mine, and admittedly, I may have been excited by Dante's description of the practice. As someone interested in the submissive side of the BDSM scene. This speaks to me on a personal level.

We then arrived back at the village. The water bags were taken off of me by other villagers and me and my master then get to rest and relax after our task. Dante pulled me into the shade and remove the leather hood that keeps me blinded most of the time. During this special time that I'm personally serving my master, I am allowed to admire his glorious manhood while serving him.

Sexual service is also a big part of the water pony task. I satisfy my master and he rewards me with his seeds. It's treated as a mark of acceptance. And Other than food scraps, It's also a water pony's sustenance.

Dante said when He as my master completely satisfied with my performance then I will get to service the rest of the tribe and be truly accepted by everyone.

I have to admit, professor. This is the best part of my day. I can't wait until I get to serve more people in the village. I feel like I truly found my calling and where I belong.

Master Dante allowed me to use my laptop today to write this email to you, but he said afterward I'm going back into the restraints until he's fully satisfied with my services. So I don't know when I'll be able to write you again. Hopefully, by then I'll be accepted fully as a part of this tribe. Please don't worry about me. I am happy.

Best regards,

Sarah

Months Later

Hey! Can you help translate this?

I'm looking for my student, Sarah! Have any of you seen her? She's the girl in this photo! I received a worrying email from her and can't get in touch with her since, so I came here looking for her!

Ah, yes, ma'am! They said they know her!

she came to this village months ago and try to conduct some kind of survey, but the villagers were too busy to deal with tourists so a young man who can understand her was talking to her. Apparently, The man said she was a freaky pervert who wants to live bound and naked and help him carries around water. That was his job you see.

It was pretty obscene, ma'am. She walks around naked with toys up her holes, acting like a horse, and they fuck each other all day like rabbits! The villagers don't really mind the help with the water, and they are pretty open with personal sexual expressions here, but they said she might want to be careful and shouldn't be doing labor while being pregnant like that.

PREGNANT??

Afterward

Thank you for your kind words, professor.

I'm glad we got to talk during your visit and thank you for understanding my decision. I am well and healthy. I have since stopped carrying water for the safety of my pregnancy and my master found another way for me to contribute to the village.

I hope you are well.

Best regards,

Sarah.