When trading amongst each other, they trade in hooves. Hooves rot outside the body, and the ponies never stop growing hooves.  

So far, trade with persons outside the five recognized tribes of ponyfolk is more like bartering. Crude  Gem stone crafts from geodes they find, bone jewelry,  mainly arts and crafts with magical folklore. For example,  obsidian is said to ward off demons of the desert at night, and have antimagical properties. 

The latter part has yet to be proven,  but it seems the desert demons they call vermensk night terror monitoring squads is warded off by waving obsidian at them. 

(Really the rats are protecting the ponies from actual threats. Poachers and the like. They just don't like that their cover is blown. But they like the nickname.



Their art is fascinating as it bares teeth marks and is made by hoof or mage hand.


Their existence is scarred by the remains of khorde the husk's ponycide.  Some still bare their forced on cybernetics that vermensk couldn't remove without killing the victim. The best that could happen for them were upgrades that made life easier.


  Or at least the upgrade made life worth living again.


As of recently,  the  ponyfolk  have finally felt comfortable settling down for more than a week at a time. 





The economy of the ponies of vermensk Rustlandia colony.