The Stablegirl (a fetish pony play erotic romance)

by Miss Merikan

  Rose led her past it and into a dimly lit corridor. She helped Annie up a spiral staircase and to a small wooden door with a handle sculpted into the shape of a dragon.

  “Ready?” Rose smiled and opened the door, blinding them with light at first. Then the greenery all around revealed itself to Annie, and she couldn’t help a sigh of awe as she walked out into the garden built on the rooftop of the building. It was hidden by sloped roofs from the outside and filled with greenery. Fruit and vegetables, Annie expected, but the grassy area made her smile behind the bit. Space was a luxury, so having enough to spare on a patch of ground dedicated to leisure alone was only available to people with money to spare. Did this mean Dante was richer than she thought?

  Rose scratched her head and walked up to a white metal bench. She rolled the ball someone left on the seat and winked at Annie. “It’s warm enough, I guess, but come home if you get a chill. I’ll give you a poncho if that happens,” she said and left Annie alone in the garden naked but for tack.

  Annie sighed and sat on her heels, watching the brilliantly blue sky above. Damn Dante. Was she to just wait for him like a mare for the stud they would be bringing to her? That wasn’t a way to treat a woman. Even one with hooves.

  She didn’t even have to wait long to hear the door open as she explored the grass barefoot. Annie turned around, and there he was with that smug smile of his, after leaving her for a week in uncertainty so he could go off and fuck other men and women in London.

  “There’s my pretty pony,” Dante said with a smile, already undoing his silk tie as he approached her.

  Annie frowned at him and trotted away, eager to make sure he saw what she thought of the way he left her hanging. And for a week at that. If he didn’t want to hear her voice, then he’d have to deal with her anger differently.

  “Hey, what’s that about, sweetie? And you forgot something.”

  She glanced back and when she saw him waving the tail in the air, she quickly turned away. He had some nerve.

  With a growl as loud as she could muster, she walked off to the farthest corner of the garden and propped her ass against the metal railing. She curled her upper lip to reveal her teeth.

  Dante frowned, but it only made him look more handsome. Annie wanted to scream in frustration.

  “That’s not a very nice way to greet your master, is it? You’ve got some attitude today, Crema.”

  She shook her head and hissed, sinking into a crouch behind a pot of tomatoes. She didn’t want any tails! She wanted an explanation of where he’d been. And with whom!

  For a surprising moment, Dante looked deflated. He put the tail away on the bench. “If that’s the way you want it to be, there will be no petting today but training.” He took off his tailored jacket and walked up to her.

  Annie whinnied and curled into the tightest ball while sitting on the ground. She shook her head, snorting and hissing louder with each of his steps. What was he thinking? That he’d just disappear and she’d be fine with it?

  Dante pulled up his sleeves slowly, as if the gesture alone were a threat. He revealed his muscular forearms dusted with dark hair, but as they distracted her, he grabbed her by the reins and forced her to stand up.

  “Bad, Crema. Bad!” He slapped her naked buttocks.

  Annie yelped and tried to jerk herself free, but his hold on the reins was so strong that she almost fell over. Pulling harder gave her nothing but straps digging into the flesh of her face and neck, and she moaned in frustration. Her gaze met his, and she couldn’t help but flinch at the realization that she could technically punch him with her hoove, which now felt so familiar on her hands, as if they really were an extension of her arms. She drew her arm back and aimed for his stomach, but he grabbed her wrist and twisted it so hard, she turned around.

  “Oh, that’s how you want to play? I thought you knew better than that.” His voice was warm and calm but still gave her goose bumps.

  He reached to a strap at Annie’s harness and opened it, so he could attach it to the one at her wrists, and she already knew there was no use in trying. The same would be done to her other hand.

  She moaned her protest and struggled in his grip, but the difference in their strength was just too great for her to overcome. She kicked his shin hard.

  “I was looking forward to seeing my sweet mare, not an angry beast!” Dante hissed at her and slapped her ass again, before avoiding another kick.

  Annie cried out at the strike, but knowing she could say nothing with the bit between her teeth was agitating her more than she could bear. He would not get a sweet mare if he wanted to philander God-knew-where!

  He walked off to a cupboard and tied his hair into a ponytail before opening its doors. “How about a session of dressage, my unruly Crema?” he asked and pulled out a riding crop made out of black leather.

  She stared at it, wide-eyed, and screamed into the bit, rushing straight at the door. She could see him from the corner of her eye, so close. Too close. She fell over when he grabbed her, and she punched the crop with her hoof.

  Dante spread his arms, but then hit the wooden part of the mitten with the crop. “What’s gotten into you today? Enough of this nonsense!” He smacked her again, this time on the thigh.

  Annie curled up the aching leg, trying to ignore the pain spreading all over her flesh. This was so unfair! How could he expect her affection if he acted this way?

  Dante was heaving, but as she thought she’d get another smack, he screamed out and threw the crop away without even looking where it went.

  He opened his mouth but then said nothing, turned away, and left Annie all alone.

  She kept her eyes tightly shut as she listened to his footsteps and flinched when he slammed the door behind himself. She was taking deep, careful breaths, fighting the urge to gasp and heave as her body slowly returned to normal. Her throat ached even more than the red welts on her thigh and ass. She just wanted to cry.

  Why wouldn’t he even ask what was going on? He just left because she didn’t want the tail or the training. What was she to do? She couldn’t find a way out of this. She couldn’t write, so she couldn’t try to pass Dante a letter through Rose, and he clearly didn’t want to listen to anything she had to say. Her constant yapping had probably been pleasant entertainment when he’d been bored out of his mind for the entire year, but now all he wanted was for her to be a mute pet.

  She sobbed and wanted to brush the tears away, but with her hands strapped to the harness, she was forced to dry her face against the grass. It smelled so good. Almost as good as the chives growing in a pot nearby. Annie got to her knees and slowly moved over to the large thatch of green, tasty leaves and purple flowers.

  It wasn’t long until the door opened again, but instead of Dante, it was Rose rushing toward her.

  “What happened? Christ! Why do I have to deal with all of this?” she groaned and kneeled next to Annie, quickly detaching the hooves from the harness and then taking out the bit from between Annie’s lips.

  “If I’m not a slave, why is he treating me like one?” she yelled as soon as she could, breathing hard and fighting yet another wave of sobs rising in her chest. It wasn’t Rose’s fault, but whom would she tell this to if Dante didn’t want to listen? Clearly, he even sent Rose to do the coaxing he couldn’t be bothered to do himself.

  Rose frowned and sat next to her. “You’re not a slave. You could have ran away all week.”

  Annie crossed her arms over her breasts. “I hoped he’d explain why he left to fuck some other people and then expects me to just be ready! He hasn’t talked to me once! He’s not interested in what I think about any of this. What if I don’t like it? He never asked!” She ended up gasping for air and looked away from Rose, biting her lip so hard the tang of blood made its way into her mouth.

  “I thought you were fine with this whole pony thing …” Rose said cautiously. “Should I bring some ointment for that?” She pointed to a bruise slowly blooming on Annie’s thigh.


  Annie sniffed and shook her head. “It’s fine. The skin’s not broken.” She brushed the hooves over her eyes and massaged her aching eyeballs. “I just don’t understand all this ... no one tells me anything ...”

  Rose took a deep breath and stole a tomato off the vine. “I’d want to help, but to be honest, I don’t get this pony thing. He hasn’t done it before his own service. He’s generally been strange since he’s come back. We used to talk about everything, even the embarrassing things, but he’s been closed off, didn’t want to tell me much about his year, just said that it didn’t matter and that he’d moved on. Maybe he’ll let you go if you don’t want to do it.” She bit into the tomato and then held it out for Annie to have a bite.

  Annie swallowed the approaching tears and bit into the juicy vegetable. It was good. Almost sweet but didn’t provide any relief. “I—he’d been so playful and sweet when he was a pony. He listened to me and made me feel good, and now he just wants me to be quiet and meek.”

  Rose sighed. “In my experience, that’s what all men want.” She got up and patted Annie’s hair.

  Annie sniffed. “Well, then I want Coal back.”

  Rose finished the tomato and threw the tiny bit left into a barrel. “I’ll talk to him. But I can’t make promises.”

  Annie shrugged and rested her hooves on her curled knees. “Thank you. You’re so kind.”

  Rose shook her head and walked off without a word, leaving Annie in the glorious garden that smelled of plants and fresh earth.

  She swallowed hard and looked at the door, suddenly feeling detached. Alone in the rooftop garden without a clear purpose in life, she was unsure of where she stood. It was hard to stomach.

  Slowly, she got to her feet and padded to the large patch of grass. It was so soft under her bare feet, but the moment she spotted the riding crop, all the good feelings evaporated like a puddle on a hot day. She circled it, unsure what to do about it, but one thing was certain—she didn’t want it just laying around and scaring her, so she leaned down until her nipples brushed against the grass and picked the crop up with her teeth. With no one looking, she hid it behind the pot of chives and returned to the grass, where she sat cross-legged and stared at her hooves.

  The sun shone on her face, making her forget all the worries that she’d had, and she let herself daydream about Dante’s naked body, detached from his wicked personality. She didn’t even know how long she just enjoyed the sunshine before she heard the door open again.

  At first, she was afraid to look up and see who it was, but eventually, she steadied herself and opened her eyes.

  Coal, the way she remembered him. Naked, with hooves on his hands, and his long black hair loose. He even had a halter on his head but no bit. He looked to her without a word, and slowly walked toward her on all fours.

  Annie opened her mouth but was too choked up to say anything as she took in his beautiful, strong body in the bright sunlight. She’d never seen him outside, and he seemed even more magnificent than he did in the dark cellar of Alexander’s house.

  She got to all fours, propping herself on her hooves, and looked up at him as her heart raced to the point where she became lightheaded. What did that mean? Was this an apology? If it was, it was already working, because seeing him the way she remembered him when he provided her comfort after yet another horrible day melted all her defenses.

  Coal was wary approaching her, circling the grass slowly. He snorted and stomped his hoof over the ground, his eyes always on her. He lowered his head and stomped again.

  Annie swallowed hard, completely captivated by the display. For once, this was something she understood. He was asking her to act, to come to him, not the other way around. And despite the earlier anger, she crawled forward, eager to smell his mane again and feel his lips nuzzling her face.

  She whinnied, and it was the most natural thing to do as she stopped right in front of him and raised her hoof. It was met with a smile, and he nuzzled her wrist with a whimper, like one of those when it was she who told him he’d been bad and swatted his ass. Even on all fours, he was so much bigger than she was, majestic and muscular, and she couldn’t help but stroke her hoof up his thick forearm, biting back a smile. She moved forward, and for the first time, she brushed her nose over his forehead, and then nipped on his brow with a grin she couldn’t stop. She was ecstatic. The horse she loved was here with her. He was here to apologize and ask for forgiveness. For once, they were at the same level, communicating in exactly the same way, and it felt like she understood more than when he spoke to her.

  Coal shifted to rub their sides against each other and pushed his head under her jaw, tickling her with his hair. The scent of grass mixing with the smell of Coal’s skin was making her lightheaded and aroused already. Coal nudged her arm with his hoof and snorted.

  Annie rubbed her jaw against his head and then licked his forehead, pushing against him with her whole body. This was what she needed. The peace of Coal just being the sweet, playful pony she fell in love with. She grinned and poked him with her hoof before strutting to the side and looking back at him. He now had an excellent view of her naked buttocks, and she hoped he was eager for a chase.

  Coal smiled and whinnied, quickly following her along the grass, not bothered by his knees getting green and dirty. Once he caught up with her, he pushed his head under her body, nudging her stomach and breasts before he skittered away.

  Annie chuckled silently, already flushed with the excitement of the chase. She followed him right away, happy that the ground was soft enough to pad each bump of knee against it. Coal’s cock and balls were heavy and dark, and she saw them perfectly as she followed, not quite ready to catch him yet with a view such as this. She eventually sped up and bumped her head against his shoulder. His hair was everywhere, as she rubbed against him, naked and free with the stallion of her dreams. There was no better feeling than this.

  Coal whinnied and straightened up on his knees, moving his hooves in front of him as if he were standing on his hind legs, presenting his thick erection, and this time, Annie wouldn’t deny herself. She nipped on the glorious flesh stretched over his ribs before lowering herself and giving the purple head of his cock a teasing lick. The familiar bitterness spread on her tongue, but she didn’t mind one bit, eager to please her mate with yet another lap, another nudge with her nose.

  Coal huffed and spread his knees a bit wider to display how happy he was with her. He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, watching her from behind his slightly tangled mane. His dark pubes had an even more intense smell than Coal’s skin, and Annie couldn’t help but be drawn in by it.

  Her first instinct was to suck the cock in deeper, but she needed to remember she was a horse, and so she took the head between her lips and slobbered around it a little bit, snorting and groaning like an animal in heat. She could already feel the wetness between her pussy lips as she moved her lips and tongue up the length of Coal’s cock, teasing him with the gentle caresses.

  Coal groaned and lowered his hooves on her shoulders. He gently pushed her away, only to get back on all fours again, with his thick cock stiff and swinging between his thighs. He nudged her side, and then moved back to nudge her ass with his nose as well. Annie was getting hot for the sole thought of his prick sliding into her pussy for a tight fit.

  She whinnied, slid her knees farther apart, and lowered her upper body to the grass as the cool air caressed her wet pussy. What would he do now? Mount her? She wanted that. Her nipples were rock hard, and every movement of her breasts against the grass was like a gentle caress of ghost fingers.

  Coal grunted and she saw his hoof scratch against the ground before he disappeared behind her. Moments later, his lips were on her pussy lips, nipping and eager as Coal’s tongue joined in as well. He ran his nose along the crease between her nether lips and groaned.

  A high-pitched, broken sound left Annie’s lips as she wiggled her hips for a better angle. The touch of his mouth burned her,
and it almost felt as if her brain was being nudged at the same time her clit was. She snorted, hissed, and thrust her ass back, seeking more of his tongue, more of his stubble, more of everything. Immersed completely in the pony fantasy, she had no shame, no issue with demanding attention and giving in to pure, animalistic lust.

  But Coal pulled away after a long, obscene lick to her buttock. She couldn’t wait for what would happen now. Coal mounted her back, and her pussy dripped with juices when that beefy cock pushed flat against her. Solid as a rock, her stud was ready to pump her full of his seed.

  She moaned and arched her back, trying to move so that her hole would be more accessible. She was already rasping at the thought of that stunning cock forcing its way into her again. Her breasts swung back and forth, as she stirred against Coal, eager to sense all of him on top of her. He was so big, so heavy, a true stud. She’d have no other stallion mount her like this.

  Coal’s thick arms hugged her waist, and his hooves scratched at her breasts, but all she could think of was him backing out with his hips and trying to push in. Even the way his dick slid down her slippery pussy made her shudder and mewl. Every time that happened, the cockhead would slip as far as her clit, teasing it and making Annie pant.

  She shook her head, too tense with anticipation to do anything but wait. Her body was drenched in sweat, and so was his as they moved against one another, together creating the most intoxicating aroma in the bright sun. It was only when Coal’s cock finally breached her that Annie cried out in pleasure, bucking under him as she tensed her thighs.

  The cockhead was thick, and she didn’t have all that much experience, but with how relaxed she was, and how her pussy dripped with wetness, there was no pain or displeasure. Coal moaned and made her repeat his sound when he licked her back between her shoulder blades and pushed his cock in further into her tight body.