The Stablegirl (a fetish pony play erotic romance)

by Miss Merikan

  She gasped when he pushed his face harder against her ass and groaned. Her body was already betraying her, and her knees parted even before she could decide for that to happen, but Coal wouldn’t see that under a skirt with thick petticoats. She hadn’t been with a man for years after that bastard Jack sold her to Alexander, yet as much as she hated him now, she still remembered how good it felt to have him between her legs, his heavy body pushing into her. And Jack didn’t even have a quarter of the looks Coal did with his dark long eyelashes and eyes that spoke of the most dirty deeds without him even saying a word.

  With a low grunt that was all-too-human, Coal gave Annie a push, and she fell to her knees, not even trying to keep him from grinding that handsome face against her pussy from behind. He moved his nose up and down, and each time, the rapid fire burning between her nether lips grew stronger.

  “Easy, Coal, easy,” Annie wanted to say, but only managed a whisper. She looked back with a flushed face. For once, her social standing wouldn’t matter. The soft hay made her all too aware that she was on hands and knees in a stable. His dark, expressive eyes glanced at her from behind the curve of her ass, not flinching away when he pressed his face harder against her sex, rubbing it through the fabric.

  She had to look away, but her heartbeat only became more fervent at the thought of what he wanted. How would it even feel to have him inside? To have a body twice her weight press on her back? How would it feel to not be Coal’s groom, but his mare, naked, available whenever that thick prick was erect and needing to spill?

  She hesitated, but in the end, she reached back and slowly pulled up her skirt, with her pussy lips slick and throbbing at the indecency already.

  He uttered a moan so rich with excitement she could barely contain one of her own. Coal’s hot breath teased the entrance of her bare pussy, soon followed by the very tip of his tongue. It traced the left lip, going down, only to return up the right side of Annie’s sex. She needed him to touch the center and stirred her hips toward him, but he just repeated the same motion, over and over, refusing to give her what she wanted.

  She closed her eyes and bit back a moan, dizzy from all the emotion mixing with the teasing of his tongue and the intense smell of dry wood and hay. There was no way around it. If Coal were to leave tomorrow, she wanted him to mount her, or she’d regret it to the end of her life.

  “Good boy, Coal,” Annie whispered and lowered her head to the floor, with her ass up high. She cried out when he pressed his face between her lips and flicked his tongue over her clit before gliding it all the way to her opening. It was an explosion of pleasure so powerful Annie’s thighs started to shake. The wood underneath her knees trembled when Coal knocked his hooves against the floor, already impatient to mount her. She imagined his big cock engorged, swinging between the powerful legs. It would push against her pussy and slide in, filling her so completely.

  She gasped in protest when Coal withdrew, but she found herself unable to speak at first when his wooden hooves brushed against her sides.

  “Yes, boy, just like that,” she rasped and reached back to pet his side. Her pussy was throbbing and hot and made her forget all the reasons why she shouldn’t be doing this. All she wanted was to have Coal on top of her, for him to drive that thick cock in, feel him come. She wasn’t a groom anymore. She would be his mare, and the sole thought had her nipples stiffen.

  Annie whinnied, looking back again, and rubbed her buttocks against him. His eyes were burning holes in her flesh, flickering even brighter when his big, meaty girth slid up and down her spread pussy. The scent of hay mixed with the musk of his body as he stabbed the tip of his cock against her hole. It slid up, and Coal moaned impatiently, steadying Annie with his hooves as he tried again.

  She considered guiding his cock in, but a mare wouldn’t be able to do that. She grinded against him instead and clenched her hands into fists, pretending she too had hooves. His body was heavy on top of her, yet his muscle was the sweetest of traps. She was getting wetter just from his cock trying to slide in. And then, after several failed attempts that had Annie sweating into her clothes and burning up on the inside, the cock finally found the sweet spot and pushed in.

  She groaned in shock at how thick it felt at the entrance to her body, but determined to finally get it inside her, she pushed back, fighting against the sting of pain where her hole stretched around the bulbous head. Coal whinnied in a way that could only be described as triumphant and pushed on, filling her so completely, she was afraid she’d split.

  Annie whimpered, steadying herself on her elbows as she gave in to this pure, animalistic need. She was a mare in heat for Coal, and there was no denying that anymore. The massive mountain of a man inflamed a desire in her like no one before. Even as she was still adjusting to the thickness of his cock, she squeezed her pussy around it, desperate to feel each vein.

  He moaned, and his hair swatted her back as he leaned over her, nuzzling her along the spine.

  Coal’s cock was still not in all the way, and he stopped every now and then until she could feel his balls against the mound of her pussy and he was fully embedded. She could barely breathe, wondering what Master Alexander would have said if he knew what she did with his stallion. Coal’s body was so hot she could feel it even through the corset. Her mind went back to those times when he would playfully nuzzle her breasts and she didn’t stop him, or when she pleasured herself thinking of him, lying in the hay as he slept in his stall, oblivious to being the object of such obscene fantasies.

  His hooves dropped to the floor, and the hard, powerful chest covered Annie’s back. She opened her eyes slightly and caressed the polished wood of his mitten, breaking into a moan when Coal started slowly pulling out of her.

  Every one of his moves teased her sensitive insides, and she grinded against him, wanting to hear his moan again. The few times that she relieved his cock without Master knowing, she never knew where to look, because his cock was completely glorious, yet his face was so handsome when flushed just before the orgasm. She imagined him looking at her, desperate to relieve his lust in her, his need growing with each powerful thrust. Annie relaxed, and the slight pain was gone entirely, replaced by the glorious sensation of being so unimaginably full. Heat grew in her at a steady pace, in her chest, in her face, but most of all in her pussy, which was now ripe from the constant friction.

  She couldn’t help the little moans leaving her lips. She wished she had undressed to feel his naked skin against hers. But getting dressed took too long to risk taking off her dress and the other layers. She loved the way Coal’s hips slapped against her ass, and she yelped when he began a more ferocious rhythm while nipping on her nape.

  Her nipples became so sensitive there were pangs of pleasure coming from them each time they brushed against the fabric of her blouse. Her pussy was relaxed and yet incredibly stiff at the same time. A toe-curling good pain spread all around her channel, and all of a sudden, she could hardly catch her breath. Her head spun, her fingers curled around the hay as Coal rode her at full speed.

  Annie cried out, putting her forehead against the wood as her knees slid apart wider. She wanted him to fuck her just the way he liked it, spill in her pussy, and breed his mare relentlessly. She didn’t care about her aching knees, or the hair getting into her mouth as she panted. All she cared about was staying here with him, no matter how impossible that was.

  She panted and the moans she uttered sounded so strange to her own ears as she spaced out for a few seconds, shuddering with intense pleasure. Coal was so heavy on top of her, and even as she slowly climbed down from her high, the sensation of his cock massaging her pussy made her smile.

  His hooves grazed at her waist again, and he slammed into her a few final times, arching over her as his cock twitched within her. Her cheeks were on fire, and she had to close her eyes to regain some clarity of mind. She’d forgotten how good it was to have a dick drive into her so raw and fast. She only wished that Coal could touch her mor

e, untie all the lacings of her clothes, and pull them open to caress her breasts.

  She was sorry to feel him pull out after a while, as it meant facing what they’d done. Her pussy dripped with his come, and she slowly became self-conscious despite Coal being just a beast with primal urges, who never had even spoken a word to her.

  His hooves clomped over the floor, and his long hair fell on her cheek as he leaned down and lapped at her heated skin, whinnying softly. Her breaths were heavy as she slowly sat on her heels, letting the dress cover her buttocks again. A tingle of excitement ran through her body when she felt come drip out between her legs. If anyone even knew how dirty her fantasies were, she’d be locked up in Bedlam.

  Annie nuzzled the side of Coal’s face in return and stroked his hair. She expected awkwardness, yet with Coal being his horse-self, she was relieved to find no judgment in his eyes. All that was in front of her was a strong stallion, happy with himself after a successful mating.

  He grinned and pushed her with his shoulders, as if trying to flip her over to her back. He’d done it before, and she would scold him for it, but it looked like he never learned any better. It didn’t matter now. He’d be leaving tomorrow anyway, so she let him force her into the hay and she took her time staring at his tense muscle now covered by a thin sheen of sweat.

  Coal fell to his side, curling his hands closer to his chest as he laid his head in her lap, pressing his face against her crotch again, as if he enjoyed smelling himself on her.

  Annie reached to his hair, to pet her beautiful stallion.

  “I wish I could be your mare, and stay with you here,” she whispered.

  Coal huffed and looked at her, dropping the smile. He wrinkled his nose and nuzzled her wrist, nipping on the skin there.

  “You don’t know what it’s like for me outside.” Annie took a deep breath not to let her voice tremble. “You get taken care of, fed, pampered … I suppose I’m just not as beautiful as you are.” She ran her thumb over his bottom lip, remembering how his stubble scratched her buttock earlier.

  Coal groaned and licked her hand, pushing his face against her palm, as if he really couldn’t express himself any other way. Annie felt as if she interacted with a dog in the skin of an exceptionally handsome man. Even the sex was beastlier than anything she had known before. Her mind kept wandering back to the way he just … took her, trapped her under his body, and kept pushing until he got his cock in.

  “You’re my only friend, Coal.” This time her voice did break down. “And now even you will be taken away from me.” She lay back and pulled him up to feel him closer. A part of her believed that this had to be the worst day of her miserable existence, but a part of her knew that the worst was yet to come tomorrow, when Coal would not be here anymore. What was to become of her? Would the master find himself a new pet, and she’d be expected to look after it like she did for Coal? What if he were a mean-spirited beast that would bite her? Someone she couldn’t befriend? Or worse yet, what if she’d go back to scrubbing the floors on her hands and knees all day? Her future was so uncertain.

  For now though, Coal was still by her side, gently licking her face, caressing her with his breath, and sharing the masculine warmth of his own body. All worries were slowly melting into the darkness.

  Chapter 2

  The day after Coal left, Annie was empty. The next one made a dent in her heart. The one after that made it crack open and bleed. It took a week for it to sink in that Coal wouldn’t be coming back. Master Alexander must have been bored with the sole concept of owning a stallion as well, because Annie was told to clean out Coal’s pen. It was like an all too vivid dream and reminded her of her position in the household. She was nothing more than an object to Alexander, with no influence or power. She should probably consider herself lucky that she wasn’t being abused in other ways than relentless work that left her hands rough and her back aching, but that thought would not mend her aching fingers.

  At times like these, she wished that the undead had taken her just as they did her parents. Jack would have never betrayed her, and she would have never met Coal. That would have been for the better. But alive, orphaned, sold into slavery by the man she once loved, she would most probably die in Alexander’s mansion, never seeing the streets of London again. She doubted much changed there though. It was all dirty streets, with air so thick with smog that even the poorest made masks out of whatever scraps they could get their hands on, and grand buildings that no one wanted the likes of Annie to enter.

  As she scrubbed the wooden floor of what seemed like an endless ballroom where she would never dance, thoughts of Coal’s strong arms never left her. Sure, the relationship they had built had been strange; he never spoke to her, never treated her as a man would a woman, but Coal was also naked, often bound, and ate from a feeder. Annie should have considered the whole arrangement Coal had with Alexander obscene, but what was it in the face of the monsters looming outside the London walls? A fancy, nothing dangerous. Having Coal keep up his horse act had actually been helpful and diminished the awkwardness and embarrassment that would have undoubtedly occurred if he were a naked man.

  Her thoughts were getting increasingly frantic as she scrubbed the floor in the service corridor by the kitchen. The sound of footsteps approaching down the stairs behind her made her shift to the side so that whoever was coming could pass her by, but moments later, a slim hand patted her on the shoulder. Annie looked back into the face of one of the newest maids, who’d only joined the household two weeks prior.

  “The master’s asking for you. He’s in the front room,” she said before backing away toward the staircase, without waiting for Annie’s reply.

  Invisible as usual.

  Annie washed her hands in a bucket of cold water and wiped them against her apron before getting up. It was never a good idea to keep Master Alexander waiting. She rushed down the corridor, pretending not to notice the eyes of a few other servants following her when she passed the kitchen. She wasn’t much to look at with her long, blonde hair pulled up into a bun under a cotton bonnet, her apron dirty, and her hands red from the cold water. Small, pale, and freckled, with not much chest to speak of, she doubted she’d catch anyone’s interest for honest reasons.

  The massive house, with its polished floors, thick Persian carpets, and majestic paintings in golden frames, never ceased to intimidate her. She wasn’t allowed upstairs during the day and only cleaned the floors early in the morning, when everybody else was still asleep. Sometimes, when she was done earlier than expected, she would watch the elegant ladies from the portraits, imagined herself wearing the luxurious fabrics, ostrich feathers woven into coiffured hair, and gloves of thinnest muslin. But unlike the ladies in the portraits, who always seemed to glow with confidence—objects of male interest who led interesting lives—Annie was as common as they came. Invisible behind her rustled hair and freckles.

  She stood in front of the door to the room where the master usually entertained his guests and hesitated as she heard two male voices. She considered knocking, but that would mean the Master having to open the door for her, and that would have been pure terror. She imagined the look of disdain in his eyes and opened the door, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. She entered, set on never glancing up, and waited for him to say what she was needed for.

  The words died down, and then, Master Alexander’s cold voice shook her to the very core. “Had no one told you to knock, girl?”

  Annie swallowed, cursing herself on the inside. How could she have been so stupid? “I’m sorry, Master, it won’t happen again.”

  “I’m sure it won’t,” said the master with an impatient sigh. “Close the door, and come here.”

  She kept her eyes on the smooth wooden floor as she did what he wanted and approached in quick strides through the warm room smelling of the burning fireplace and tea. As she neared the thick carpet that was probably worth more than she was, for a moment, Annie wondered whether her slippers wouldn’t stain the expensive piece, but after the last blunder, she decided not to trust her instincts and walked up all the way to the elegant sofa.

  From the corner of her eye, she noticed a tall silhouette by the window. A man in a sleek bottle green suit stood there, but she averted her eyes to not be rude to her master.

  “Look at me, girl.”

  Wrong again. She corrected herself quickly, and her gaze darted up to Master Alexander’s face. “I am so sorry. What is it that you would like me do, sir?”

  Alexander leaned back and drank a sip of whisky before moving his wrist and making the ice cubes spin in the amber liquid. His pale, inquisitive eyes drilled straight into her soul, making her feel that he could see through all of her wrongdoings.

  “How do you like it here, Annie?”

  The question was so unexpected she stalled. Master Alexander wasn’t particularly cruel, but she’d never dare voice her complaints and test his patience. She’d only ever opened up about her sadness to Coal, but he didn’t even speak. Sometimes she thought that Coal might not have understood English.

  “I- This is a lovely household, sir, and I am proud to be a part of it.”

  The master nodded and smiled at her. “Good. I hope you will have fond memories of your time here.”

  Annie swallowed and stilled completely. She wanted to ask what that meant, but the words wouldn’t come as heat made her face flush.

  Alexander drank some more. “My friend made me an offer for you, and I accepted. You will gather your things and leave with him. If you forget something, I’m sure your new master will send for it.”

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