by Miss Merikan
Dante closed the pen behind him and walked back to his wardrobe. There weren’t that many clothes inside, not nearly as many as master Alexander had, but they were all new and elegant. Dante put his shirt on a hanger, and as he pushed down his suspenders and opened his pants, Annie’s mouth watered.
“I have business to attend to tonight, but dinner will be at six p.m. sharp.”
Annie didn’t have to worry what to say. She just watched him doe-eyed. She’d never been in a room with an undressing gentleman, even if an actor could hardly be called that. He lowered his pants, giving her a peek at the muscular buttocks she knew were there, but as if sensing she would be more interested in his front, Dante turned around and pulled his pants off, along with a pair of long johns. His cock was half-hard and yet too far away for her to stroke it into full erection.
She sighed and fell back to her bed with a deep sigh. Being a horse wasn’t as easy as she’d thought.
Chapter 4
Annie had never been so pampered in her life. With Dante away on business most of the day, it was Rose who occupied her time. She massaged Annie’s whole body with an oily concoction that left it soft and smelling of oranges, she conditioned her hair with a mixture she cooked up and claimed to use herself, and now she created a long braid close to the top of Annie’s head. In the mirror, Annie could see the hair on one side of her head combed flat against her scalp while on the other side it was left flowing, like a horse mane.
Annie wouldn’t exactly call Rose fun to be around because the loss of beauty left her slightly bitter, but after two days together, Dante’s friend slowly opened up. She and Dante had known each other since they were children, had grown up together, and she thought of him as her brother. It was a relief to Annie to know Rose wasn’t a rival for Dante’s attentions. Annie already learned that he didn’t want her to speak, even with the bit out, which was reminiscent of the time when he wouldn’t utter a word. It was almost as if answers to her questions were coming a year after she asked them. Like he remembered what she wanted to know and was sensitive to her needs.
As Annie looked in the mirror, for the first time in years, she felt pretty despite sitting stark naked on her bed in just a harness. Rose had the most amazing brush that helped her get rid of tangles, and she couldn’t wait for Dante to see her as Crema, the pretty pony girl. He was too busy to dedicate much time to her and only properly trained her once after the first day. This time, Annie was eager to make him happy and walked around him with her knees high, still too self-conscious to whinny but happy to do pretty much all the routines. She was glad to see he enjoyed it when she playfully resisted at first, when he had the chance to show her what she was doing wrong and train her with sweet sugar cubes and caresses. Other than that, she was left to her own antics, with a large ball to play around with, with a comfortable mattress on the floor, and good food she wasn’t all that embarrassed to eat from the feeder, because it was better than what she’d usually have on plates.
But could she live this way forever? Would Dante even want that? By the end of Coal’s term at Alexander’s, the master had visited his stallion much less frequently than at the beginning, and Annie worried that it would be her destiny as well. Discarded once Dante got bored with horse antics.
Rose pulled on her hair a bit too hard. “There is a violinist coming tonight. You like the violin?” she asked, even though Annie already knew no one wanted her answers.
She did nod though and smiled. She’d heard the violin a few times and considered it so beautiful and sad at the same time.
Rose finished Annie’s braid and walked over to the cupboard, where she left a wooden box. “Up,” she said on her way back. In her hand, she held a small black item and a brush.
Annie stretched her neck to see better and got up. She opened her lips to speak, but changed her mind in the end. She had wanted to ask when Dante would be coming back, but she didn’t want to seem needy.
Rose opened the small circular box and revealed a cream rouge, which she gathered with the brush. “Open your mouth,” she said, and when Annie did as she was told, Rose started applying the chalk-scented cosmetic to her lips.
Annie kept looking sideways to the mirror. Would Dante even like this? Would she look more like the actresses Dante met in the theater? Horses didn’t wear makeup though.
To her utter shock, Rose then proceeded to brush the pink cream over one of Annie’s nipples. She gasped and covered her mouth, only to pull her fingers away, worried about smearing the rouge on her lips.
“Will he like it?” she uttered, unable to keep silent.
Rose’s eyes rose to meet Annie’s gaze. “I know what I’m doing,” she said, gently tickling Annie’s breast with each stroke of the tool.
“It’s making my nipples look even bigger,” Annie complained, looking down, and then into the mirror again.
“So? You’re a mare, you’re supposed to have big nipples,” said Rose, swinging the hair of the brush over Annie’s other breast.
Annie took a deep breath and gave up. She didn’t know much about what was fashionable, so she supposed it was best to leave it to the hands of professionals.
She was then left alone in the pen. Earlier, Rose gave her a bowl of fruit to eat, and Annie moaned over each grape and piece of apple. She couldn’t remember having such fresh food other than the ones Coal would sneakily share with her sometimes.
She’d played with the ball before, but was now worried that the rouge would smudge, so the wait dragged. Time dragged so much, that in the end, Annie did start rolling the ball around, laying her back on it. She’d pleasure herself in free time if it weren’t for the damn hooves that left her wanting, as she wouldn’t be able to clean them if she were to grind against the wood. She rolled off the ball when the door suddenly opened, and Dante strolled into the room with a wide smile.
“There you are! Rose groomed you so nicely,” he said, walking straight into the pen and pulling Annie up by the waist. She shrieked in surprise but smiled back shyly. Her nipples were now like glowing bull’s-eyes, just asking to be stared at.
Dante grinned and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’ll be helping me tonight,” he said, gently tugging on the harness. “Are you excited?”
Annie nodded and rubbed her cheek against his, happy to be expressing herself so freely. She’d never just touch a man so straightforwardly otherwise, and yet now, after just two days, she was getting completely comfortable in her new skin. She let Dante feed the bit to her as he put on the halter carefully on her head, trying not to smudge the color on her lips. He added a pair of fake horse ears to top her head, and it almost felt like ordinary hair accessories.
Annie watched Dante give himself a quick wash and don a black suit. He seemed very taken with the task of dressing up, as he didn’t speak to her much. She didn’t mind though, sitting on the floor and watching him. He transformed from Coal to Dante so seamlessly, yet to her, both personas were in that powerful man, strong enough to lift her with ease and confident enough to not bat an eyelash over being naked in front of a woman he’d never met.
Dante sprayed himself with cologne and walked up to the fence of her pen, all ready for whatever function he was to attend. He whistled at her.
Annie walked out, trying to ignore the way her breasts swayed as she moved. She looked up, fantasizing how she would kiss all the way up his thighs and to that amazing cock now hidden in his pants. Even the thought of that sent a surge of excitement down her body. Anytime Dante was around, her heart beat faster. He reached out to her and brushed his fingers behind her ear, scratching gently.
“I will see you later, pretty girl.”
Annie whimpered and scratched on his arm with her hoof. He grinned and leaned forward, kissing her forehead and squeezing her shoulders with his warm hands.
“Oh, I almost forgot. My pony needs a tail.” He smiled at her and it was almost as if the devil himself bared his teeth.
Annie stepped back, out of breath
and already sensing the fire on her cheeks. She knew very well what he meant by that. While Alexander rarely required his stud to wear a tail attached to a phallus inserted into his body, occasionally she would push the rubber plug into his firm ass. He would always shy away from her then, snorting and kicking the hay, and she hated having to chase him and violate him when he was so unwilling.
Dante looked her up and down, making her feel more naked than ever before. She now regretted the rouge on her nipples. “Come on, don’t be naughty, Crema. A pony needs a tail.” He stepped forward.
She shook her head and moaned in protest, backing away until her buttocks pressed against the metal fence. She did not want anything up there. This was beyond any embarrassment she could take as a woman.
“That’s how you’re going to play? That’s not very nice, is it?” Dante came closer and grabbed her chin, the heat of his body almost palatable. His other hand slid down her thigh and all the way round to her ass.
She opened her eyes wide and screamed all her rage into the bit. How dare he? She would never do that to him if it were up to her!
“What? I don’t understand. But then again, ponies don’t talk.” Dante grabbed her arm, and before she could fight him, he turned her around, pushing Annie flat against the cool mirror.
She gasped and poked his shin with her foot, just to show him she was capable of defending herself. No, she wanted to say, but it came out as an intelligible groan.
“Shhh … I know many ladies who enjoy this,” he purred into Annie’s ear and slid his fingers between her buttocks as if he owned her. Then again … he did.
She kicked him hard this time and twisted her ass away. She needed him to understand just how much she didn’t want a tail. What if he decided he wants her to wear a phallus in her ass every day just because it was his fancy?
“Crema! I don’t have time for this,” Dante groaned, as if she were a tedious child. “You wanted to be a mare, and that’s what it includes.” He grabbed the reins attached to her halter and pulled her to the small table by the window. “Look what you did to the mirror.” He shook his head, and Annie looked in horror at the big red marks her nipples left on the surface. Her face went up in flames at how big the spots were. Oh, God, now that the rouge had smeared over her skin, the areolas probably appeared even larger.
She did say she wanted to be a mare, but she didn’t mean it literally. She looked back at him and shook her head, pleading with the saddest eyes she could make. There was no way she could resist if he was intent on pushing in the tail.
Dante attached the reins to the window handle, forcing her to bend down over the table, and stroked her buttocks with just the tips of his fingers. “Good, sweetie, calm down,” he said, as if she were angry for no reason.
With her breasts flattened against the cool wood, Annie had nowhere to go, and the sheer hopelessness of it pressed tears out of her eyes. And the fact that his touch still felt like it could melt straight through her made her angry with herself. What was wrong with her to react like this to such violation?
“Yes, it’s all going to be fine.” Dante petted her back, all the way to her nape. “You will have the prettiest tail.” He took a deep breath and pressed against the side of her ass, making her eyes open wide. This turned him on. His erection felt hard as rock against her. His fingers returned between her buttocks, slippery with oil.
The trail of fingers down the curve of her buttock had a sensuous quality that made her rise to her toes. The way he rubbed his erection against her reminded her of what he did as Coal, and when his fingers circled her anus, she gasped. It was such an odd feeling. She knew she should be revolted, and yet the touch itself felt good. If only she didn’t know where this was going.
“I wanted to fuck this tight hole of yours every time I’d see you bend over to get hay,” Dante said, and she could hear his smirk. “Relax, Crema.” The tip of his slippery finger pushed through the sphincter.
The sensation was so shocking she moaned into the bit, and right away, her body tried to push the intruder out.
“Breathe calmly, sweetie. Look, it’s not big, and has such lovely hair.” Dante extended his other arm forward to show her a plug much smaller than the one she had to push into him. His also had black hair, and this one was blonde.
She huffed and went limp on the table. No self-respecting woman would allow this. Then again, she wasn’t a woman anymore. In his eyes, she was a pony to play around with, without any choice in the matters of her body. For a horrid moment, she wondered if he’d eat her when she got old, like people sometimes did with old horses. The thought was so confusing and distracting, she hardly noticed him pulling out his finger, but was reminded of the presence at her tight hole when the hard rubber nudged at her anus, and Dante began slowly screwing it in. He let out a raspy groan.
Annie wasn’t sure whether his excitement made her pleased or uneasy, but as the smooth, slick item locked inside her, she knew her case was lost. It stung slightly, and the sensation itself was more than strange. She shook her head, looking away from him.
“You have the most glorious rump, Crema.” Dante sighed and patted the side of her ass once her anus closed around the narrow end of the plug. She could feel the hair of the tail tickle her thighs, making the presence in her all too real, but she stilled when Dante leaned closer to her ear. “I will enjoy fucking it as well when you’re ready.”
Annie moaned and poked him with her foot to tell him off without using her occupied mouth. As lovely as Coal had been, Dante was just a horrible man. And what did he even mean by ready? She would never be up for this kind of obscene play!
He untied the reins and pulled away, but Annie was shocked to feel him give her pussy a few gentle pats from the back. “Wish me luck.”
She scowled at him and wanted to walk off to her pen, but as the plug suddenly shifted inside her, she gave a yelp and pressed her legs tightly together. This was horrific! What if she just dropped it? She hadn’t wanted it inside in the first place, but letting it fall out would be just as embarrassing.
He washed his hands by the side of the bed and sent her a kiss as he walked out. “I will see you later, pretty girl.”
She kicked her ball hard against the fence and growled at him, but as soon as the door closed, she was all alone with her anger and discomfort. She looked around, trying to catch her breath before trying to walk again, but it felt too weird. Eventually, she closed her legs tight and moved back to her mattress by shifting from one foot to the other. What was she to do in this situation? Getting down was a challenge in its own right, but once Annie finally lay on her side, the pressure inside her ass started bothering her a bit less. She couldn’t believe the man for whom she cared for a whole year would treat her in such an ungentlemanly way.
But as she lay under the blanket with the soft hair constantly teasing her buttocks and thighs, she couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation a little bit.
Chapter 5
Soft music streamed through the walls and into Annie’s mind as she napped on her mattress. Now that she was alone, she couldn’t help but experiment a bit with the strange presence inside her. Her anger slowly died as her body got used to the rubber phallus. It wasn’t nearly as big as the one she used to insert into Coal, and he did take his time to be gentle. As furious as she had been at the indignity of it, it also felt strangely pleasing now when she lay with her thighs closed and squeezed her ass around it. It was almost as if the proximity between the plug and her pussy was slowly catching on.
She startled when someone walked into the room without knocking. She’d be so ashamed if that person could read her mind. But Rose looked over the fence with no judgment in her eyes. She gave Annie a glance and then eyed the mirror in the wardrobe with a groan.
“What did you do?” Rose asked but didn’t wait for an answer. “Come on, up you go. I need to touch up that rouge.”
Annie moaned in protest at being blamed for the pink smudges on the glass, but obediently
got first to her knees and then to her feet. She looked down at her breasts and flushed at the mess left by the scuffle from earlier. Her areolas looked irregular and huge now, as if she were a botched painting.
But Rose was at it right away. She wet a cotton cloth in the sink and carefully cleaned the paint from all the places where it didn’t belong before reapplying a bit more of the rouge on the nipples. It was so strange to have another woman touch Annie like this, and yet she was slowly getting used to it. Only her mind whispered about how odd her situation was.
After some additional touch-ups to Annie’s hair, Rose told her to wait and left, briefly letting in the full extent of beautiful music Dante listened to in the room next door. And sure enough, there was a violin in the mixture of sounds, having her wonder whether there was really someone playing it live with the background of a record, or if it was just an illusion.
“Dante must really like you, he wants you to bring him dessert,” Rose said once she came back and urged Annie to come out into the corridor.
Outside stood a wheeled table crafted out of white wood and copper to resemble a tiny carriage, where all the passengers were dainty cakes, scones, jellies, and chocolates. Annie couldn’t take her eyes off the treats, and she’d gladly try each and every one of them. But Rose had something else in mind when she pulled on Annie’s reins and made her stand in front of the carriage.
“He asked me to remind you that you need to keep your knees high and your back straight when you walk,” Rose said as she attached the dessert trolley to Annie’s harness.
Annie nodded but couldn’t help to shake her head at the sheer number of sweets. Was Dante making up for lost time and chose to stuff his stomach now that his guests left? If he was an actor, shouldn’t he be watching the size of his belt more than other men? She would tell him this much if she could speak.
