The Stablegirl (a fetish pony play erotic romance)

by Miss Merikan

  Annie shuddered as he thrust deeper into her. There was something so immensely satisfying in taking his cock naked, on the grass while city life was loud and relentless all around them. She could hear someone calling out about fruit they were selling and sense the scent of someone’s dinner, but she and Coal were alone in their little bubble on the rooftop, caressed by cool wind and warm summer sun. His every thrust sent her slightly forward and had her nipples dragging over the tips of the grass, and she moaned, ecstatic in this moment in time.

  Coal gripped her tightly to steady her for his fucking, as it was becoming fervent, and the heat between them was only eclipsed by that of the sunshine. He slammed hard into her pussy, and his balls smacked against her sensitive flesh, forcing a moan every time he pushed his cock in all the way to the hilt. Annie loved the way Coal filled her and would stay with her ass up high even after he finished, just to make sure none of the precious seed from her stud spilled.

  She wiggled her hips, squeezing around him every time he was pulling out. It produced friction that made them both gasp and tremble as they completely forgot themselves in pleasure. They were untouchable. And when Annie came, suddenly tumbled into a world of colors and short breath, she could do nothing but utter a triumphant whinny, burning for Coal’s seed.

  Soon after, his thrusts became an unstoppable force, making her bury her cheek in the grass, and as Coal came, he grunted against her back with each of the last powerful moves of his hips slapping against her buttocks. He made a few circular movements while his dick was still hard and throbbing, as if he wanted to make sure all his come had sunk deep into the pussy of his mare.

  Annie whimpered and dropped the front of her body to the grass, enjoying the lazy trail of wetness pouring out of her and down her inner thigh. She cuddled her cheek against the fresh-smelling ground and stirred her ass against her stallion, too happy for words. When they were like this, no words were necessary anyway.

  Coal licked her back once more before slowly backing away. His cock slipped out with a wet pop, and he laid on the grass beside her, breathing hard, his powerful chest rising and falling at a quickened pace, his cock still wet with her juices.

  Annie grinned at him and dragged herself up, only to lay down with her head on his ribcage. If she had a tail, she’d wag it, though she wasn’t sure whether horses did that. She rubbed her cheek against Coal’s nipple and stayed there, in the comfort of warm air and looking into the dark eyes she loved so much. She could fall asleep like that and have Coal fuck her again when they woke up. The sole thought of that brought a bright smile to her face.

  Annie brushed her hoof against Coal’s and was happy to see him return the gesture. He leaned closer and gave her cheek a kiss.

  “I think we need to talk,” he said, bursting the bubble in which they were just Coal and Crema.

  Chapter 9

  Dante struggled but finally unbuckled the fastenings on his hooves with his teeth and then dealt with his other hand.

  “It’s getting chilly here though. How about moving inside?” he asked, and Annie was surprised to realize only now that people rarely wanted her opinion, barking orders at her more often than not.

  She nodded and bit back a smile, happy to hear him talk in that soft, pleasant tone. “It is a bit cold,” she agreed, slowly getting up. A flash of heat hit her face when she sensed a trickle of come spilling out of her, and she pressed her thighs together.

  Dante took a deep breath and leaned in to sniff her hair. But instead of going to the door, he slid his fingers between her legs, to her tender flesh, and let them explore her dripping pussy.

  Annie moaned and stirred against him, rubbing her nipples against his chest as the digits shamelessly slipped into her. Her hooves rested on his strong shoulders as she pushed her face against his pec.

  “I could lick you out right now,” Dante whispered, but pulled away. “Maybe next time.” He grabbed her hoof as if it were her hand and led her to the door.

  Annie gave a nervous chuckle and followed him, taking deep, calming breaths. She had longed to talk to him for so long, and now that she could, she wasn’t sure how. They had never really exchanged words—it was either her or him speaking all the time while the other remained mute.

  Not to mention that focusing on talking was hard when he walked slightly in front of her, and his muscular ass was on display. She missed that sight. They made their way down the spiral staircase in silence and passed the empty living room. Tension rose in Annie’s body along with words in her throat, which just wouldn’t come out, but she followed him like she always did, all the way to the safety of the bedroom.

  Annie had been afraid Rose would see her now, probably all red-skinned, with tousled hair and plump lips, but she was nowhere to be found. As Annie walked into the bedroom, she wasn’t sure what to do with herself. Was she to walk into the pen? Stand straight? Sit on the bed? Dante had never let her on the bed so far, and she wouldn’t dare to use it on her own when he was away.

  But instead of saying anything, Dante unfastened her hooves, released her hands, and then proceeded to unbuckle the harness. Even though all her intimate areas had been on show before, only now was Annie starting to feel truly naked.

  She bit her lip, watching the leather straps unwind and release her skin. She kept looking up at Dante, but she wasn’t sure how to start the conversation. She wasn’t used to talking first, but it was Coal after all, and he knew all about her. Suddenly, it was so much easier.

  “I missed you.”

  Dante looked at her with a new tenderness, and after a moment of hesitation, his strong arms slid under hers, and he hugged her. “I’m sorry.”

  Annie gave a shuddery breath, melting into him right away. “It’s okay...” she whispered, nudging his skin with her nose. His heartbeat was so firm and loud when they were so close.

  “I’m not sure how to navigate this. I wanted to give you what you wanted, and it’s not always easy being a horse.” Dante hugged her tighter, and his hair tickled her arm.

  She slowly stroked his back and looked up into the dark eyes that captivated her when they first met. “Why did you buy me?”

  Dante pulled her toward the pen, and they both sat down on the mattress. “You were so kind to me, and so unhappy. I couldn’t just leave you there.”

  Annie chewed on her lip as her throat constricted. Someone actually did something for her. “You were kind to me too. When I was with you, that was the best part of the day.”

  Dante sighed and slouched, pulling back his tangled hair. Being naked around him was becoming comfortable really quick. “It was a … strange year for me, and you were there with me along the way.”

  Annie hugged her knees to her chest. “I thought you enjoyed being a pony. You never tried to act human around me.”

  “There were many times when it was good. I didn’t want to talk, because it felt awkward. It was easier to just be a horse and get on with it. You seemed to like Coal the stallion. It would have felt strange to talk to a girl when you’re standing there, naked, with a tai—Nevermind.” He sighed and ran his fingers over her toes.

  “You didn’t like the tail, I remember,” she said and petted his back, leaning closer. His warmth was only drawing her in.

  Dante shifted closer as well, and them both sitting in the silly pen in the middle of a bedroom felt oddly intimate. “I didn’t like many things. But a horse doesn’t get the choice, right?”

  Annie blinked and rested her cheek on his shoulder. What did he mean by that? “Were you unhappy?”

  Dante looked into her eyes, but quickly turned his face away. “Sweetie, I have other aspirations in life than being someone’s plaything.”

  Annie sighed and brushed her fingers over his hair, gently tangling them into the locks. “I know. You’re an actor. You were very good as Coal.”

  That brought a hint of smile to his lips. “Yes? Did I manage to make you believe I had a horse mind?” He snorted.

  Annie chuckle
d. “Well, you acted like one. I mean—you were both, I suppose,” she said, pressing against his side.

  “I could stop worrying about anything that way. Stop counting the days, just go along with the rules or any bullshit Alexander would throw my way.”

  Annie shuddered. “I’m sorry.” She petted his head, remembering how he would always calm down when she carefully untangled his hair, massaged him with oil, and pampered him from head to toe. Her hand slid over the mattress to the thick hairbrush Rose used earlier, and she picked it up.

  “It’s not your fault.” Dante clenched his hands into fists. “You were my ray of sunshine in that basement. I don’t know if I would have made it ’til the end without you.”

  Annie swallowed hard and kissed his shoulder, suddenly desperate to ease the pain that she now saw in him. She’d never been able to tell he had been so upset, but with the new knowledge, some of his behavior at Alexander’s house was making more sense. “Me?” she uttered, already brushing the tangled endings of his hair.

  “Yes, you. That feels nice.” He smiled at her and gave her fingers a kiss. “Right from the start, you didn’t judge me, even though you knew what I was there for.”

  Annie separated a strand of dark waves and started gently brushing all the way through it. “I—People do all kinds of things. There are worse acts than pretending to be a pony. I’ve always been poor, I know.”

  “You’re such a sweet creature. I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I think that I was angry about you saying that you want to be a pony. How it’s nothing but lazing around all day and being pampered.”

  Annie frowned and pulled on his hair, shaking her head. “I never said that. I know you were pulling the cart, and all that. I just envied that ... you had someone to take care of you. It hadn’t worked out well for me.”

  “It’s not pulling the cart that was an issue. Alexander wanted the fantasy of a wild stud, so I gave him that. He never regarded me as a human. He never talked to me the way you did.” Dante leaned into the touch. There was a tension in his body Annie couldn’t understand, and she petted his chest before continuing the brushing. His hair was so generously silky, and she was proud to be the one to make it so throughout the year.

  “I liked talking to you. You’d always cheer me up when something horrible happened,” said Annie, dropping her voice to a whisper as her eyes clouded. She was so happy to have Coal again ... even if he was Dante at the same time.

  “You showered me with affection, as if I really was your pet. For Alexander I was just a toy he’d paid for. After a few months, I just couldn’t back out. And it’s not even his fault. It’s all because of a fake friend, who pushed me into debt.” Dante clenched his fists again. “I wouldn’t have ended up there if it wasn’t for him.”

  Annie swallowed hard. “What did he do?” she asked instead, gently massaging Dante’s scalp with the brush.

  He took a deep breath and the tension in his shoulders slightly dispersed. “We lived together in this very apartment, but when an opportunity came for him to get a role I was more suitable for, all hell broke loose.” Dante paused with a frown. “The traitor led me through the theater to a backstage passage I didn’t know of, and led me out to what I thought was a backyard, and it turned out to be … out of Bylondon. Behind the gates and walls. Do you understand this? He is mad with ambition. He’d sell his own mother for the right connections. I tried to get to the door leading back inside, but he smashed it into my ankle.”

  Annie froze, and her mind raced to Dante, stranded all alone in zombie country, without weapons, without the protection of even the meager log walls. One graze of teeth against his flesh, and he would have become one of the monsters. One false move and he would have been eaten alive. “Oh, God. How did you survive?”

  “I could see them coming from the woods, so I ran to where I’d heard voices by a wall. I yelled for help, and a servant managed to slide down a ladder for me as they were approaching. I tumbled inside, and there I was. In the garden of no one else than Erik Dal, the brother of the Northern Bylord.”

  Annie straightened up, remembering the promise she’d made. “I met him this week.”

  “Who? Erik Dal?” Dante turned to look into her eyes.

  Annie nodded. “I was at the marketplace, and he came with his ... horse. A few children molested it, and I stepped up.”

  “With Copper?” Annie didn’t know what to make of the smirk on Coal’s lips.

  “That’s what Mr. Dal called him. We talked, and he said he knew you, and told me to pass you a message.”

  “What message?”

  Annie shrugged. “That you can come over any time and that you can bring your mare,” she finished, flushing heavily with the last words.

  Dante squinted with a smile. “You told him you were my mare?”

  “It just ... turned out that way,” she whispered, looking up at him. “You’re not angry?”

  “No, I-I suppose … He’s not one to judge on those things. He was the one to introduce me to Alexander. The role I got back then had a lot of dance. I wouldn’t be able to do it after that bastard sprained my ankle. So in a way, I was lucky to end up in Erik’s backyard.”

  Annie chewed on her lip, unsure what to say next as she started brushing Dante’s hair again. “His horse was happy to hear about you ...”

  Dante kissed her temple. “His horse is even more in heat than you are.”

  Annie scowled but quickly bit it back and sighed. “So ... when you were in London, were you meeting ... men there?”

  Dante frowned. “What? Where did that come from? I was away on business. I’m trying to reestablish myself in the theater circuit.” He pulled away and got up. “What are you insinuating, anyway?” he asked, seeming more agitated by the second.

  Annie was suddenly uncomfortable. “I ... heard that you like to be with many people.”

  Dante pursed his lips. “Oh, do I? Did Erik tell you that? I bet Alexander told him all about how much I like to be with many men.”

  Annie moved away, pressing the brush to her chest. “He only talked about his own horse.”

  Dante rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath. “Doesn’t matter. Think of me whatever you wish. I will need you to help me in a few days. Greyhurst is making his yearly visit to Bylondon’s Grand Theatre, and I need to impress him. A pretty girl on my arm will help with that.”

  Annie felt heat spreading all over her chest. Pretty? Dante thought she was pretty? “I-I don’t know you yet. You don’t really tell me what you do,” she whispered.

  “So you won’t do it?” Dante pursed his lips and crossed his arms on his chest, looking no less powerful for his nakedness.

  Annie opened and closed her mouth like a fish. “No. I will, I just ... I thought you’re meeting other people. Am I the best girl you could find?” she uttered.

  “You are. I will arrange for the tailor to come tomorrow, so you can be fitted with something appropriate.” Dante turned around and pulled on a pair of fresh long johns.

  Annie covered her breasts, suddenly uncomfortable with the heavy atmosphere. “Are you angry with me?”

  “No. I’m fine,” he hissed in a voice confessing to the opposite. His broad back was tense as he grabbed a shirt. “I will see you tomorrow. You can stay in my bed if you wish.”

  “But ... where are you going? What did I do?” asked Annie, getting to her feet. She grabbed her skirt from where it was hanging on the fence and covered herself with it.

  “I just … need to clear my head.” Dante sighed and pulled on the shirt, never looking into her eyes.

  Annie squeezed the skirt harder, frozen in place. “Are you going to a lady friend?”

  Dante took a deep breath and shook his head. He looked like he wanted to say something but then just walked out, leaving Annie with a hole in her heart and more questions than she’d ever had in her life.

  Chapter 10

  Annie was alone. Dante didn’t return from yesterday’s evening wa
lk, and she was starting to think that maybe when he shook his head, he didn’t mean that he didn’t want to visit another woman. Maybe he just shook his head at her ignorance? The longer she thought about it, the more certain she was getting, and it agitated her beyond belief. In the morning, she couldn’t swallow more than a few spoonsful of porridge, and not wanting to burden Rose with her problems, Annie didn’t approach her about Dante’s behavior. In the back of her mind lurked the possibility that the answer Rose could provide her with would ultimately toss Annie into the depths of misery, and so she chose to stay quiet.

  Without Dante present, she was allowed to wear normal clothes, but after careful deliberation, Annie put the harness underneath the white undershirt and drawers. Dante and she seemed to work so well as ponies, and maybe, just maybe, she could somehow convince him to stay with her the next night. She hated seeing him upset, and the fact that she was the reason for it made it even worse.

  Rose went to buy a hat for the theater bigwig party, so Annie was left all alone at home, feeling more miserable by the hour. When the doorbell rang, she was actually relieved that someone would distract her from her grim reality.

  She rushed for the door and opened it right away, surprised to see the handsome face of Percy, the guest who taunted her at the party. She was on the verge of shutting the door in his face when he propped it with his hand.

  “Good afternoon, Crema. The tailor’s here to see you.”

  Annie stepped back, feeling like a complete blunderer. “You?”

  “No, not me, of course.” Percy laughed and walked past her into the apartment as if it were his own.

  “Good day, miss,” said the tailor, a middle-aged man with red cheeks and a pencil moustache.

  Annie curtseyed the best way she knew and locked the door behind him.

  “Good day. I was told you were coming.”