Human Carousel
Me and my friends, Ms. Trigga and Mistress Lexi, climb onto our three pathetic slaves' backs, kicking off like it's the fair. They crawl in a perfect circle under our weight - neighing like dumb ponies, doing little tricks to impress. They keep trotting while we laugh and judge: "Faster, pony number two! Neigh louder, pony number 1"
Who's the best ride? We bounce, steer by hair-reins, and compete to see which slave lasts longest without collapsing. These human ponies whinny and prance for Goddess approval, but only one wins the carrot - or our boot.
Carousel's spinning. Want a turn as our worst pony?
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