The Stablegirl (a fetish pony play erotic romance)

by Miss Merikan

  She nodded to Rose and positioned herself, listening to the music. It was much livelier than what she heard coming from the ballroom at Master Alexander’s house, yet more complex and smoother than the rowdy songs they played in pubs. It was just like Dante—sophisticated but wild. She smiled behind the bit, experimentally moving her knees high as she stood in place, just to make sure the plug shifting inside her ass wouldn’t just fall out. The worst thing was that now that her body got used to its presence, the broader movements were too pleasing for Annie to keep her mind at peace. How could something be so wrong and yet so nice at the same time? Well, maybe everything about Dante was?

  The trolley wasn't heavy. Nothing like the carriages Coal had had to pull to train his muscles and keep in shape for Master Alexander’s pleasure. Yet pulling it gave being a horse a whole new meaning. Before, even though she knew how much work was sometimes demanded of Coal, she still considered him a pampered plaything in comparison to her own grueling work schedule. But wearing the tack, having to bare yourself in the most intimate way, carried a whole new weight that never occurred to her before. Not to mention that she wasn’t even wearing the hoof-boots that Coal often did, and which strained his ankle more than once.

  Rose walked right beside Annie in a white dress that almost revealed her knees. Annie was set on forgetting herself in the chore, becoming Crema, a lovely white mare that would have no shame, but also no responsibility and no obligations other than ones demanded at present.

  The carpet was so soft, and she enjoyed the way its threads slid between her toes. The air was just the right temperature, making her nipples nice and perky but not enough to give her a chill. She exhaled, stopping in front of the double door and imagined Dante feeding her the tiny cakes she pulled behind her. He would keep her head on his broad chest that smelled of musk, clean clothes, and cologne, and he’d have her lick the remaining cream off his fingers after each bite. She shuddered and looked up as Rose opened the tall doors, pushing Annie into a space full of music and subtle smells of tiny canapés laid out on sandwich stands, pink lemonade, and ripe fruit that spilled from a white basket that served as the centerpiece of the arrangement on an oval coffee table between a sofa and several armchairs.

  She kept her eyes on her own feet, immersed in the loud music coming from the gramophone by the door, and tried to move her feet to the addictive rhythm, much like the ladies she once saw through the windows of Master Alexander’s ballroom. But the sound of the violin died down, and Annie realized it hadn’t been coming from a record at all.

  Suddenly unable to breathe, Annie looked up, the edges of her vision softened, her stomach heavy. The dark eyes of a female violin player stared back at her, and the woman didn’t seem to know what to do, but a wave from Dante urged her on, and she began playing again as if nothing had happened.

  Annie tried to take a step back, but only bumped into the trolley with her buttocks. She had been sure it would only be Dante here, yet two other men sat in the armchairs, both eyeing her curiously. If she came closer, they would surely see that her tail was attached inside her ass. They already stared at her naked body, which was bad enough.

  “My, my,” said an older man with a bushy black moustache and a golden vest over his large belly. “It looks like you have settled in nicely after your travels. Has Mr. Dal seen this beauty? I’m sure he’d get a kick out of her.” He laughed and put a monocle against his eye to see Annie better.

  The other man was young, and when he stood up, he seemed almost as tall as Dante. He gave her a smile that was so angelic she felt out of place, hurting his eyes with her wicked nakedness. He pushed his long blond hair back and rushed toward her, giddily rubbing his hands together.

  “What a beauty! She would look amazing if someone chose to stuff her at just the right time,” he said, and the truth behind his words had Annie shuddering. His eyes were as blue as hers, his skin smooth like a baby’s, and yet there he was, saying such cruel things.

  She gasped and backed away, pushing the sweets table toward the door. She didn’t even want to look at Dante now. No one protested on her behalf!

  “No one will be stuffing her,” Dante groaned, and Annie could hear him get up.

  Her breasts heaved, and she couldn’t hide them from the touch of the blond Lucifer who decided to pull on her nipple.

  “... No one but you?” the young man laughed as if this was just some joke, not Annie’s life hanging by a thread.

  Dante approached them and slapped the man’s arm away from her. “Take your hands off my property!”

  “Isn’t she here to entertain us?” The man asked with a tiny frown that didn’t make him any less pretty.

  Annie sobbed into her bit, and her eyes clouded almost immediately. The sound of the violin somehow turned into a searing scream that threatened to break her ears. She did not want to fuck strangers! Even less—men who were so eager to toy with her life. The moment she thought that, the Lucifer’s hand reached to her pussy, and she flinched away, but her foot slipped, and she lost balance, almost falling to the floor. Annie saved herself by pushing her feet wide apart, but just as relief flooded her mind, the odd tug at her tack let her know something was wrong. The clang of glass and metal behind her rang in her teeth, and she fell to her knees, looking back at the calamity of cake and glass on the pale carpet.

  The older man on the armchair turned out to be no gentleman, as he started laughing loudly at her peril. “You need to train your horses better, Dante, if she is to serve you outside the bedroom as well.”

  Lucifer smirked and kicked one of the dirty little plates toward Annie. “Maybe she’s just trying to get more food into her own feeder. She doesn’t look like you feed her well.”

  “Shut it, Percy.” Dante hissed, and Annie didn’t like seeing the redness on his neck and the vein on his forehead one bit. He’d had bad days as Coal, but never displayed such fury.

  She turned around, wanting to somehow collect all the dirt before it soaked into the fabrics, but as she moved, she also took the cart with her, and to her horror, it only smeared the cream into the carpet. Someone grabbed at her arm and pulled her up hard. Rose. She too was flushed, with a hard look in her eyes as she tugged Annie toward the door.

  Percy laughed at her indignity and pushed his lush hair back, basking in Annie’s failure. “Am I not your guest? You should be happy, Dante. This was by far the most entertaining moment of the evening. I could have sworn it was intentional if I hadn’t seen your face.”

  The older man only started laughing harder. “I missed your parties, Dante.”

  “Rose, could you please entertain my guests for a moment while I deal with my unruly pony?” Dante said in a cool voice, but then followed that with a shout to the violinist. “Did I tell you to stop playing?” He detached the trolley from Annie’s harness and walked her out of the room for everyone to see her naked buttocks and the tail stuck between them.

  She sobbed and clenched her ass, trying to wiggle it away from everyone’s eyes, but it was no use with Dante tugging on her so hard. It almost seemed like he pulled her off the ground at times, and she clenched her eyes, mumbling into the bit all the way through the endless journey from one room to another. She lost her breath every time he pulled on the back of her harness, but the moment the door closed behind them once they reached the bedroom, Annie couldn’t hold back tears anymore, and they spilled freely down her cheeks.

  “Now you’re crying?” Dante hissed and shook her. “You embarrassed me in front of the director of the theater! All you had to do was bring the trolley with the sweets and show everyone how lovely you are. It’s not a hard job!” He pulled her to his own bed by the reins and sat down.

  Annie mewled, shaking as she stood in front of him, leaning down to where he tugged her head to. I didn’t know there would be people, she wanted to say, but no word came out the way she wanted, and she cried even harder with the hopelessness of it. As scared as she was, as angry as she knew she ought to be f
or being put in that position, what hurt the most was the predominant feeling of failure. She let Dante down, and now he hated her.

  “There are perks to being my pet. I was planning to share some of those cakes with you later. I take care of you and make sure you are safe, fed, and happy. But there is punishment for disobedience. Being a horse is not just fun and lazing around, you should know that more than anyone. You still wished for it. You thought it was easy to just take whatever a new day brings. And now you’re panicking over my guests?”

  She yelped when he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his lap. A strong slap landed on Annie’s buttocks and then another, only teasing the plug in her ass in the process.

  She screamed into the bit, jerking in Dante’s lap every time his meaty palm came down on her defenseless flesh. If she knew what to expect, maybe she wouldn’t have reacted the way she did, but deep down she knew that maybe she’d even refuse to go. She was so bad at being a pony. No wonder Dante was disappointed in her. She couldn’t even make promises for him to stop spanking her, because she could not pronounce a single word with the bit between her teeth.

  “Admit it, you thought it was the easiest thing in the world,” Dante said, accentuating his words with another slap, and then he slightly pulled on the tail, making Annie’s pussy throb with sudden excitement. “That being in someone’s care was all it was. Being served on and petted. You didn’t think of all the things that would be demanded of you whether you liked them or not,” he growled, breathing harder.

  Annie nodded, curling her body around his knees. She needed more time to adjust to this. Such things had never been expected of her because she’d never been anyone’s pony. It was hard, and she hadn’t known what she was wishing for. It was a lesson to be learned, and yet with Dante protecting her from unwanted touch, she’d still choose carting the sweets around the living room over hours and hours of scrubbing dirt off floors and pans.

  Once she nodded, the slaps stopped, replaced by unexpected strokes to her tender buttocks. “I will train you, and you will get better,” Dante whispered, but his breath was still uneven. “I don’t want to punish you, but a pony needs to have structure, not just prance around all day.” He gave her buttock a pinch that made her whimper in surprise, but then he pulled her up, and her eyes met his dark gaze.

  She blinked away more tears, shaking as she kneeled in front of him. Even as a horse, he’d been so magnificent, so unlike Crema, the klutzy pony that was too thin and too uneducated in horse ways to make Dante happy. She nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes.

  “You will follow orders?” Dante asked and ran the back of his hand over her tense stomach as he got up.

  Annie gave him the quickest of nods and then leaned forward, pushing her cheek against his thigh. She didn’t want him to leave angry. She really tried to be good today! She really did!

  “Back to your pen. That was enough excitement for today.” He sighed and pointed to her mattress in the enclosure.

  She sniffed, for a moment wanting to remain where she was and have him forgive her, but she knew this could only enrage him more. She wasted enough of his time already. Slowly, she moved to the gate on her knees, with the long tail trailing behind her.

  There was a jingle of metal, and Annie looked at a small chain Dante held in his hand. He closed the gate behind her but urged her to come closer.

  “You will get cake tonight. You took your punishment very well, sweetie. There’s only one more thing. You keep those on you until I come back, and I promise all will be forgotten.”

  Annie sobbed but gave a fervent nod, relieved so much she wanted to cry all over again. She came all the way to the fence and looked up at him. Were those earrings?

  But he reached lower than her face, and she gave a surprised whinny when he clipped the golden piece to her nipple. Before she could comprehend what was happening, he did that to the other one as well. It stung, like a never-ending pinch to her sensitive skin.

  She looked up at him, shocked by the idea of such jewelry. Was this what all wealthy ladies wore to entertain their husbands? It wasn’t comfortable at all.

  If Annie took it off after he left, she’d have no way of putting the clips back on while wearing the hoof mittens. The constant pinch made her flush, but not as much as the way Dante ran his fingers between her breasts.

  “So many times I was in that stall, dreaming of bending you over and pushing my cock into every hole you’d be willing to give up,” he said in a raspy deep voice that hypnotized her into forgetting any pain in her nipples. “You’d pretend you didn’t know, but I saw that eager glint in your eyes when I pushed against you. And now you’re all mine.”

  Annie exhaled, staring at him—without any words to say for the first time since he took her in. He had wanted her all that time? She had believed he was just horny, but now that she thought about it, why would he buy her from Alexander in the first place? There were plenty of human mares to be shopped for, she was sure. Some of them possibly better at horsing than she was, and yet he wanted her in the pen by his bed. A heavy blush made her look down at the golden clamps and the trembling chain between them.

  Dante got up. “Be good, and there will be cake when I get back. And more,” he added with a smirk.

  Chapter 6

  Annie’s nipples pulsed so hard she was afraid they would fall off her chest. They were hot and bothered her so much she couldn’t focus on anything else as she paced around her pen and listened to the sounds coming from the other room. The music eventually died down, but neither Dante nor Rose came to the aid of her breasts.

  She whimpered every time she heard steps outside, and it was the biggest relief when the door finally opened and Dante walked in. He had his tie loosely thrown over his shoulder and a plate with cakes in his hand.

  “How’s my pretty girl doing?”

  Annie whinnied, hoping it would set the right mood, and walked over to the fence with her chest pushed toward him. Every step made the chain wiggle between her breasts, pulling on her desperate nipples. She wasn’t even embarrassed of exposing herself this way to catch his attention. She just wanted the damn clamps off.

  Dante smirked and set the plate aside before approaching the pen. “What? I don’t understand. What is it, Crema?” He damn well understood. Sneaky bastard.

  Annie moaned and jumped two times to make her tits jiggle. She cried out when the movement tugged on her swollen nipples even harder.

  Dante opened the fence and gestured for her to approach. His long black hair was untied and fell over his shoulders in waves as he leaned down. “You want those nasty clamps off?”

  Annie gave a fervent nod and kneeled, wanting to be as pleasing as possible. She moved forward, sliding her knees over the green carpet as she approached the tall figure in front of her, menacing even with a smile on his face. She sniffed and nudged his shin with her hoof mitten, looking up pleadingly.

  Dante picked up the chain hanging between her breasts, and her eyes went wide at the anticipation of him pulling on it. “I bet those nipples would now be red even without the rouge,” he said, as his gaze traveled between her chest and eyes.

  Annie stiffened and looked down at the poor pebbles of flesh. Did he want to rip them off her? She leaned forward and brushed her face against his thigh, taking in the masculine aroma trapped underneath his clothes.

  “So you promise you will be an obedient pony now?” Dante asked. When she nodded fervently, he made a move as if he wanted to pull on the chain, but once she closed her eyes in panic, it turned out he leaned down and took them off gently after all. “I will be a good owner then.”

  She sobbed in relief, only to curl her shoulders when the released flesh exploded with a burn as blood rushed inside. Rocking back and forth in a kneeling position, she nodded, staring up at him in gratitude.

  Dante put away the clamps and got a cotton rag wet with water before coming back to her. “Let’s get rid of that paint, you’re prettier without it, Cre
ma.” He approached Annie and helped her get up, just to lead her to his bed by the reins.

  Annie blinked, stalling for a moment, and only his second tug made her move. Was she? Did he mean that she looked like a clown with her lips colored? She was nothing special. Just pale limbs, a regular face with brown freckles, and unruly hair.

  But when he sat down, she realized he must have meant the rouge on her nipples, because he gently put the wet cotton against her breast and ran it over the paint there with tenderness. “So many times I wondered how you would look under all those uniforms. All I got to see was a bit of calf now and then.” He ran his fingers on the underside of her breast and went on to clean her other nipple. “And here they are, such perfect mounds of sinful flesh.”

  She whimpered her question, glancing at him with wide eyes. How could someone as gorgeous as him be so fond of her? He touched her with care, and in his eyes was that burning edge, always there behind the darkness of his irises. Was that infernal heat scorching for her? What did he see in her that no one else did? Was it because he was an artist? An actor? Someone living on the outskirts of society? Was she the fancy of an eccentric man? And even if she were, so what? If someone like Dante found her attractive, why would she need anyone else’s approval?

  Dante leaned forward and left an open-mouthed kiss on her nipple. He opened his dark shirt, never taking his eyes off her body, and patted his lap before pulling her closer. “Would you like some cake? I bet you’re hungry for something sweet?”

  Annie made sure her tail wouldn’t be entrapped against Dante’s knee in some weird position before she finally settled in place. His knee was thick and firm enough to give her a sense of safety as she leaned against him, relaxing now that her wet nipple was pleasantly cool. She nodded, looking between his face and the sweets. Now that the discomfort of the clamps was over, she was starving.

  “Remember, ponies don’t speak.”

  When she nodded, Dante pulled out the bit from between her teeth, leaving her jaw slightly numb. He reached for a scone generously topped with cream and held it up to her lips as he stroked her back.