by Miss Merikan
“You deserve it, beautiful, sweet girl,” he whispered against her skin, but he pushed his hands lower, to the fastening at the top of her skirt.
Annie looked into his eyes in the mirror, ignoring how ridiculous she looked with a leather halter on her head and a bit between her lips. Dante thought she was beautiful? She had to take another look in the mirror at her tangled blonde hair, average breasts with areolas she’d always considered embarrassingly big, and pale skin marked with pale brown freckles. Annie melted back into Dante’s chest. If a man like him was to ruin her, then so be it.
The clothes he wore made him a completely different person. The horny, sweet beast that was Coal seemed to be gone, making room for a tall, elegant Italian man with long black eyelashes as dark as his eyes.
His stubble scratched against her jaw as he pushed her skirt to the floor, leaving her only in her drawers. The corset was no hindrance for him, and with each unclasped fastening, each shed garment, Annie’s skin burned up, awaiting his next move.
Once he untied the strings of her drawers, and even those fell to the floor, her face was a burning flame, and she covered her crotch with her hand and her bust with an arm. What if this was some twisted revenge for the way she treated him, as if he were an animal? They did have times when Coal disobeyed her, didn’t want to bathe, or seemed angry when she refused to touch his cock. Sometime he’d seemed so inconsolable yet still wouldn’t say a word about what bothered him. Not to mention that she was the one to be putting his prick in a small cage sometimes at Alexander’s request. Coal had hated that with a vengeance.
He clipped a pair of long reins to her halter and pulled her out of the tangle of clothes on the floor. “Good girl. Stand straight. Will you do that for me?” he asked, but at this moment, she wasn’t sure whether what he saw in her was a woman or a mare. If Annie were a mare, should she even be embarrassed? She probably shouldn’t, yet she was.
Annie took deep gulps of air through her nose, but she stood straight as requested, trying to cover her private areas as much as possible. Her face throbbed with heat when Dante pulled harder, and she followed his imposing figure. She wasn’t even sure she was worth the interest of someone who looked like him, an upper class man, foreign, interesting.
“No, not like that. I want to see your hooves up high,” Dante told her and pulled one of her hands away from her groin.
Annie swallowed and mumbled into her bit, but it was useless. The words came out unintelligible, so she nudged Dante’s arm with her forehead and put her hand over her crotch again.
He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “You know this drill. Do you want me to train you?” he asked calmly, and just the tone of his voice had Annie’s hands lifting and balling into hoof-imitating fists.
She avoided his gaze though, now unable to hide her nipples. He’d never seen her breasts before, so it was hard to swallow her new position. Was this a joke? How long would he keep her like this? But when she looked away, she wasn’t even sure if he was staring at her pussy or not. As Coal, he had been often more than interested in putting his face against it through her skirt, or rubbing his stiff cock against her back, but she didn’t have the protective layer of clothes anymore.
Dante smiled, and his eyes twinkled, even though some of the darkness still remained at the edges of his irises. He stepped back as far as the reins allowed and nodded at her. “Circle me, Crema. Knees high.”
Annie crossed her arms on her chest again and turned her back on him with a huff. Crema. Ridiculous.
A slap on her bare ass shocked her so much she almost fell over. It wasn’t hard, but she hadn’t been spanked since she stopped being a child. “Bad girl. Do as I say.”
Annie whimpered and took a few more steps away, backing into the wardrobe. There was a slight burn to her buttock and she eased it by cooling it against the mirror. Looking at Dante now, with his big body fully clothed, she felt smaller than even when he’d worn hooves. She loved those big hands of his though. Even before he ever laid them on her, she knew she wanted them all over her body, squeezing every inch of her skin, teasing, pinching, and grabbing. When he’d first arrived at Alexander’s, his fingers had been rough, but after a year of her taking care of him, despite the skin being thick, his palms were smooth and nice to the touch, unlike her own worked to the bone hands. As her thoughts strayed, she felt her whole body flush at the memory of telling him to spread his legs as she gave him his weekly oil massage. It included even his buttocks, balls, and cock, and it was during a session like that when she gave into the temptation of stroking Coal until orgasm for the first time.
Dante tugged on the reins, his shoulders straight and his mouth set into a determined line. “Walk for me,” he said again.
A mischievous thought ran through Annie’s mind. What would he actually do if she defied him? She pulled her arms up against her chest and balled them into fists as she huffed, dragging her foot over the floor.
Dante stepped so close that Annie could feel the heat of his body streaming onto her skin. “No?”
She slowly shook her head, with her eyes locked on his and her whole body trembling. Without a word, he charged at her, and then she was up in the air, pressed hard against his clothed chest, his loose hair tickling her cheek.
“We’re gonna see about that,” he rasped, carrying her toward the window as if she weighed nothing.
Annie squealed but tried not to writhe too hard, as a meeting with the floor was not something she looked forward to. When she had trained Coal, she had often wondered how strong he really was. Master Alexander had Coal pulling carts, working, but she’d never actually experienced his strength first hand. He could probably carry her for an hour without breaking a sweat. She stared into his handsome face, examining every single dot of hair on his chin, but the charm broke when he lowered her into liquid heat.
She looked around the tub with a whimper and tried to struggle out, but as he held her waist, all she managed was to fall forward with her hands. Annie had often fantasized about being the one in the tub when she took care of Coal, but now that it was happening, she had second thoughts. It wasn’t about the lovely warm water. She would gladly spend an hour lying in it, but a bath wasn’t for the horse to relax in. She was sure her new master intended to wash her. Everywhere. He’d explore every intimate part of her body, and she was supposed to just pretend it didn’t embarrass her? That she was just a pony being washed?
Her thoughts stalled when she noticed he was opening his shirt. “I will train you properly. You need to make a good impression.”
Annie had seen his chest so many times, yet now it felt different this time. She’d gotten used to his nudity, but now that he was partially covered, the act of undressing felt more obscene than seeing him naked in just a harness. Annie looked away when she realized she was staring. Instead, she glanced down, between her naked breasts, at the spread thighs emerging from the water.
Dante won her attention again with a snap of his fingers. “Why are you so disinterested?”
Annie let out a tiny moan of protest and looked back at his pecs, dark nipples, muscular stomach … She couldn’t get over the fact that she’d gotten used to that sight, yet now, when she was the one naked, excitement throbbed in her body and only intensified in her pussy. She sat down, realizing how undignified she had to look on her hands and knees.
He sighed and plunged a sponge into the water. A dusting of dark hair on his forearms tickled her skin when he leaned closer, sliding the drenched sponge up Annie’s shoulder, all the way to her back, where he squeezed out the water. The liquid spread all over like endless fingers out to tease her.
She let out a long exhale through her nose before even realizing it. There was no way to lie about this experience. It was pleasant. No one had ever taken care of her this way. No one spent their time focused on her. Annie took another deep breath and nudged Dante’s arm with her nose. This was nice, even if strange and improper. Maybe it really was better not to talk
, just enjoy the experience.
He inhaled slowly and then massaged her back with the sponge. “That’s a good girl, Crema. You’ll make me proud.” Annie couldn’t hold back a low sigh when his fingers pushed into the hair over her nape, gently scratching as he plunged his other hand into the water to wet the sponge again. This time, Dante pushed it up her thigh and circled it over her stomach, only to continue between her breasts.
She swallowed, feeling heat climb up to her face. What did he mean? Would Dante be her groom but have other men come and fuck her? She was so confused that she closed her eyes to hide that they were slowly watering.
He didn’t seem to notice her distress and brushed the sponge up and down her body in efficient strokes over her stomach, back, and breasts. Even her face wasn’t treated like anything special. “If you’re good, I’ll consider taking you to the theater to see me act.”
Dante got all her attention, and she opened her eyes wide, looking at him. An actor? She supposed it made sense with his good looks and the way he stayed in character for a whole year. Annie wanted that, wanted to go to the theater. She hadn’t been out of Alexander’s house for three years, not to mention having a day off for fun. Annie got on all fours and nudged his arm again, trying to ignore how her breasts swayed down.
He snorted and rubbed her cheek with the sponge before massaging her neck. “Winston Greyhurst is currently preparing his new play. He’s one of the greatest artists of all time, and he can make or break an actor’s career. I’ll be damned if I don’t get his eyes on me.”
Annie smiled around the bit and yielded to the touch. She loved hearing him talk. For the first time, she would actually get to know something about him instead of being the one talking. It made her giddy to hear every word. And as she stopped protesting and just let him touch her, his tongue unknotted.
He told her how difficult it was to go back after a year’s absence, keeping up appearances and drilling his way back into the world he needed to leave when a better financial option came along with Master Alexander’s proposition for Dante to be immersed in the role of an animal. But now he wanted back on stage and quick, though he wasn’t up for just any part. He seemed intent on landing a role in the new Greyhurst play and didn’t even bother talking about anything else, even though he didn’t seem to know much about its plot. It was a tightly guarded secret, he said, or else someone might copy the master’s idea.
As he washed her, she listened in awe and forgot about her nudity, just watching him wide-eyed. Dante and Coal weren’t completely different after all. His enthusiasm reminded her of how playful he could be, and the two personas finally melted into one in her mind. She often wondered who Coal had been before coming to Master Alexander’s household, and now she was getting a peek behind the curtain Coal always kept drawn.
By the time he finished drying her, Annie was ready to obediently follow him out of the tub and into the pen in the corner. A grey carpet made of strange thread that was oddly similar to real grass covered the floor there, and while there wasn’t much inside, a small mattress was provided, right next to a cube of hay the size of a travel bag, and a brass feeder in the opposite corner, with some water in one of the compartments. Dante led her inside, closed the gate, and walked up to the cupboard by the wall.
Annie sat down on the mattress, willing all awkwardness away by imagining she really was an animal. A loved one at that, ready to be cared for and played with. She smiled into the bit as she watched his broad back.
“You like scallops, Crema?” asked Dante, slowly walking back with a few items in hand. He was sporting a broad smile that warmed her heart in a way that was almost embarrassing. Was he able to tell?
She sniffed the air. If she had a tail, she’d wag it. She was where Dante lived, and he’d feed her too. Annie let out a whimper. She’d never had scallops.
He closed the gate behind him and scooted down in front of her. Of all the items he held, the two hoof-like mittens caught her attention the most. She put similar ones on him too many times to count.
Dante raised her left hand and pulled the mitten over it before carefully working on the fastening and locking it over her wrist. He then repeated it with her other hand. There was something scary about it, since she worked with her hands every day. What was she becoming without the ability to grab things herself? What if something happened and she’d be trapped with those mittens on her? Then again, Coal wouldn’t hurt her, would he? Dante wouldn’t hurt her.
“Good girl,” he said and patted one of her breasts in a sign of appreciation one would offer to a pet. He then told her to turn around, and as she did so, he carefully put more tack on her, including a harness with separate spaces to fit around her breasts and to go around the tops of her thighs. The whole thing made her self-conscious yet held her nice and straight.
Annie didn’t feel as naked as before when she re-imagined herself as Crema, a beautiful white mare. She had to smile at the thought and couldn’t wait to have the bit taken out, so she could try scallops. Even the little touches Dante gave her sent a shiver down to her pussy, especially when he had told her to spread her legs as he put on the harness and pushed his thumb against her pussy while he fastened it. She wasn’t even sure if he’d done that on purpose, or just accidentally. He chuckled and did it again, rubbing his thick thumb between her nether lips as he pushed Annie back onto her hands and knees. The fake grass rustled with their every move, but she didn’t care and just let herself enjoy the fun, arching her back and snorting like a real mare would. It was now becoming obvious just how deliberate his teasing was, and after the excitement of the bath, she was all ripe and ready for more of it.
Annie dragged her new hooves over the carpet and tried to get used to them, even arched up on her knees and moved them in the air with a huff. She hoped Dante couldn’t see the slippery wetness on her pussy lips, but then she realized that he would definitely feel how excited she was for him, all ready for whatever her new master needed her for. She was actually surprised by how comfortable the mittens were, with padding for her hand to prevent bruising it on the wood underneath. When his two fingers sank into her hole, she couldn’t suppress a moan and shuddered, unsure whether she wanted to close her thighs or open them wider.
“Good girl. You like that, don’t you? All that time in captivity no one let a stallion touch you ...”
Annie whimpered and backed away slightly, but not enough for his fingers to slip out. Dante had to be enjoying watching her. Not some other girl, when with his looks he could charm one with ease. Her.
He screwed his fingers deeper into her wet pussy and rubbed his thumb over her clit in the gentlest, slowest of caresses, and yet the touch already rocked Annie sky high.
“You really need to be bred,” whispered Dante, steadying her with his other hand on the small of her back.
She took big breaths, but they didn’t help with her agitation. She did need to be bred. She needed him to plant his seed deep inside, drive that thick tool into her until it spilled hot come. She was such a bad pony.
“Show me just how much you want that.” Dante’s smooth, rich voice traveled up her spine and squeezed around her neck as she started pushing back against his fingers when they stopped moving.
Would he think she was indecent? Then again, she was already naked. She’d tended to him for a year. She’d tossed him off and fantasized about sucking on that thick cock between his legs so many times until she drooled into her pillow. She ground against his hand faster and spread her legs. Her pussy was hot and slippery around his fingers, and all she could think of was the approaching orgasm.
When his fingers were suddenly gone, she half-expected them to slam straight back in, but that didn’t happen, and she was shocked when he pulled her back by the harness, dragging her to the mattress.
She whimpered but followed on hands and knees, so excited even her thighs felt slippery. She was all alone with Dante in the same room, without having to worry about Alexander or a servant
coming. Annie looked up his legs pleadingly, but he pushed her back against the metal fence, making her sit on the edge of her bed. He smiled and traced his fingers over her lips. Her stomach clenched in embarrassment when she realized he was smearing her own juices over her mouth.
She pushed his hand away with her hoof. There she was, with hot, throbbing arousal inside of her, with her nipples hard as pebbles, and Dante was making fun of her.
He grabbed her jaw and leaned closer. “That’s no way to behave, Crema.” His dark eyes were so intense she didn’t dare blink.
Dante shook his head and reached behind her. There was a pull on her harness followed by a metallic clang, but it was only when she tried to lean down that she realized he clipped her to the damn fence.
“You disobeyed me twice already. I don’t like that,” he said calmly.
Annie whinnied at him in anguish. She didn’t get to come? She didn’t get scallops either!
Dante clipped her trapped hands to the harness before she could protest and petted the top of her head. “You should think about your behavior, or you’re never gonna finish again.”
She mewled and squeezed her thighs together. Her wrists were now attached to the harness on short leather straps, and she wouldn’t be able to even try to pleasure herself with the hoofs. After a short struggle, she settled on covering her breasts. At least he wouldn’t get to see them. Though on the other hand, she did want him to watch what he was missing. Unless he wasn’t even much interested in the big areolas and only wanted to have sex with her back at Alexander’s because she had been the only woman he had access to.
Dante didn’t even look at her as he unfolded a brown blanket and covered her with it, smiling gently. “Be a good girl next time. I’d hate to deny you.”
Annie peeked at him from under the blanket. Would she at least get to see him undress? Even after the few days of separation, she missed seeing his body.
