<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Plugs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/plugs/</link><description>Recent content in Plugs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/plugs/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Weekend at The Club</title><link>/stories/2017/05/11/a-weekend-at-the-club/</link><pubDate>Thu, 11 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/11/a-weekend-at-the-club/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This story narrates the events of a weekend meeting of a very exclusive club. It should be read in conjunction with my other story “&lt;a href="../storieslr/manwomanpony.html"&gt;Man – Woman – Pony&lt;/a&gt;” which details the transformation, and sexual reassignment of two young men into two fine female ponies. After many months of pony training and a new sexual awakening, they make their grand entrance here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hello and welcome to the Club. Let me be your guide as we take a tour through the house and gardens of one of the members during a weekend meeting of fun and frolics. While the hedonism happens over the two days of the weekend I shall only describe the first day’s activities, for the following day will be much like the first, merely variations on a theme, or themes. I will also give a short history of the club, how we acquire our human properties and how they are taken care of once in our possession.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Working at the Human-Milk Factory</title><link>/stories/2016/07/14/working-at-the-human-milk-factory/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/14/working-at-the-human-milk-factory/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I am a simple man with a few credentials in my life. But the most important one is that I was born on the right place, which put me on the right side. The one that won the war, a war that split the world into two groups. Those of us who still walk the earth free, and those who are slaves, with virtually no rights. After the war was over I got a job as a guard at the first human milk factory that was created, shortly after. The pay wasn&amp;rsquo;t much, but it was an easy job and I had plenty of time to hang out during it. So I thought I would start a diary of my experiences at the factory. Below, are some of the entries.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bronze Horse 13</title><link>/stories/2012/06/29/the-bronze-horse-13/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/29/the-bronze-horse-13/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bronzehorse12.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bronze Horse 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning Mato and Minnie were getting me ready for the trip into town. Fred came up and said “I want you to use our two older mares at the back as breakers, next the two new mares in front of them and then Bronze at the very front. This layout will help train the new mares to be in harness”.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bronze Horse 12</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-12/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-bronze-horse-12/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="bronzehorse11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bronze Horse 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I would like to thank Pliny who edited this chapter. It wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be what it is without the time and trouble he spent with the revision.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was resting in my stall after returning from the daily trip into town. I was in a pleasant state of mind feeling refreshed and clean. Every day on my return Mato would remove my harness also the butt and pee plugs. I had been left feeling open down there between my legs. Then he had washed me down, paying special attention to my crotch area. I was left to dry in the sun before the butt plug was greased with this paste they used and slipped back up my arse.
Over the time I had been forced to wear it, I could feel that the small amount of movement it had, when I was working, had made the surrounding tissue turn into hard skin, like you get on your feet sometimes. The paste was soothing and seemed to insure the area stayed healthy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>