The Stablegirl (a fetish pony play erotic romance)

by Miss Merikan

  “I told you she was a trollop,” the lady laughed to her friend, loud enough for everyone around to hear.

  Annie flinched on the inside, but her horse self took over. Crema would not have such comments. She stepped closer and pushed the fan out of the woman’s hand with her hoof. The crowd broke into a laugh, and she stood straight, wiggling her hoofs in front of her chest.

  Rose grinned back at her and gently pulled at the reins for show. “There, there, Crema, don’t let the old powder-face get the best of you.”

  More laughs resounded through the air as the lady scowled at them.

  Annie snorted with contempt and wiggled her tail, which was now firmly embedded in her ass. She was a pony, and there was no shame in putting herself on display. That was what was done with horses. Her eyes darted to the corridor leading to the private booths where Greyhurst spent his time, and she started slowly making her way there. This time, no one touched her, and it was Rose who followed.

  Annie was gaped at, but that didn’t stop her anymore. Dante had told her she was beautiful and had nothing to be ashamed of. Even the tail plug gave her a strange sense of satisfaction. They went into a darker corridor, lined with velvet and illuminated with gas lamps. The voices were still there, but no one followed. It was only her and Rose again, and as she glided along the soft rug, raising her knees high despite no one being able to see it, she was a pony in its prime. There were male voices to be heard further down the corridor, past its curve, but Annie walked on. Only silence remained when she faced four huge, muscle-bound men with weapons at their hips.

  One of them frowned and looked to her, but then spoke to Rose. “What is this supposed to be?”

  Annie noticed one of the men was the bald guard she’d seen with Erik Dal. Did this mean that Erik and Copper were inside one of the booths? She approached the man, shaking her mane vigorously, and nipped at his naked bicep. He blinked at her, seeming completely out of his depth, and awkwardly patted her head as she looked at him, grinning around the bit.

  One of the other men laughed loudly. “Does this girl want some fun? I do finish work past midnight.”

  Annie snorted and thumped her foot against the floor.

  Rose slightly pulled on the reins. “You’d have to talk to Mr. Salvai about that. She is his property after all,” she spoke loudly. “We were hoping Mr. Greyhurst would be willing to take a look at this creature.”

  The guard who tried to solicit pony sex earlier, a giant with pale eyebrows and hair, shrugged. “He’s with Mr. Dal now.”

  Annie straightened up and jumped, drawing everyone’s attention to her breasts. Maybe if she distracted them enough, she could just slip past the curtain and into the booth if she knew which one it was?

  Rose nodded quickly. “That’s just splendid! Mr. Dal had said before that he wanted his Copper to meet Crema. Could you please ask if that is still the case?”

  Erik’s bodyguard frowned and looked at Pale, but eventually nodded. “I’ll ask,” he said and slipped behind the thick curtain.

  Annie made a twirl and raised her knee while wiggling her hooves.

  “I gotta say this is much more interesting than Copper,” said Pale, and the other two men nodded.

  Annie snorted with a smile. If she won them over, it would be easier to push through to Mr. Greyhurst and explain the misunderstanding.

  “You can pet her hair,” Rose said. “That’s allowed.”

  Pale quickly reached out to Annie’s locks, and ran his thick fingers through them, but before she could oppose, one of the other guards reached to her pubic mound and ran his knuckles over the hair down there.

  Rose slapped his hand away with a frown.

  “You did say hair,” he chuckled, but raised his hands when Annie nudged his stomach with one of her hooves.

  The bald head of Erik’s bodyguard stuck from behind the curtain, and he lifted it, making Annie’s heart jump. “You can go in,” he said.

  Annie whinnied loudly but didn’t forget her manners and entered the booth as gracefully as she could. The sound of music was very pronounced here yet not loud. It was almost as if the nuances were easy to discern without the noise being overwhelming.

  Copper was the first to greet her, coming closer and just watching her at first, but then he leaned down to nuzzle her hair.

  Mr. Greyhurst was smoking a pipe as he watched her, but she couldn’t read his face at all, and she decided not to act as a girl would. She was Crema the horse, and another horse would always come before a human she had never met. She grinned at Copper and poked him with her nose, before walking around him and tossing her mane.

  Erik’s laugh was bright and easy to recognize, so Annie focused on him next. Swinging her hips to make the tail move behind her, she approached him and leaned down, sniffing his hair loudly.

  Erik broke into an even more pristine laugh and took out her bit. She picked up two sugar cubes off his palm and sucked on them with a happy snort, eager to show him just how grateful she could be.

  From the corner of her eye, she noticed a smile curve Greyhurst’s lips. “And that’s why I love Bylondon …” Greyhurst smirked, and his tan face wrinkled in a way that wasn’t even remotely unpleasant. “It is a world of its own.”

  Erik petted Annie’s breast and leaned back. “This one is still a foal. A very young pony. One must appreciate the quality of her training.”

  Annie nodded and wiggled from side to side, making the tail brush against her thighs.

  “I appreciate the immersive acting it takes to become an animal this way. I’ve seen this young lady go through the crowd down there. Quite impressive that you have kept your composure,” Greyhurst said and nodded. “Just like your Copper, Mr. Dal. Ponies give a new meaning to acting, taking on a persona that is much bigger than just a short performance.”

  Annie walked up to him and took a bit of the stiff fabric of his suit between her teeth, tugging on it.

  Erik laughed. “Where’s your master anyway?”

  Rose stepped closer, with her hands on her stomach. “Would you like her to speak, sir?”

  Greyhurst gently petted Annie’s cheek and nodded. “Yes, I’d like to know more about the woman behind this delightful creature.”

  Annie nodded and sank to her knees in front of him. Having sat on her heels and put her hooves in her lap, suddenly pushed her back into the mind of a human, and her stomach clenched when she looked up at the man who held Dante’s future in his hands. She made it here. She could actually change things. She could help.

  “I am Crema, and my master is very fond of me, sir. He protects me from people who mock me for being a pony.”

  Erik frowned. “That is despicable, right, Greyhurst?”

  “Why yes, people are free to choose their ventures. We’d have no creativity left in this rotting world otherwise. That’s what I want to bring to London in my next play. A breath of fresh air in a city drowning in smog.”

  Annie nodded, even though she wasn’t sure how he wanted to remove the dirty air. “That sounds so beautiful, sir. I wish my master was here to listen. He is very dedicated to this very idea, and he’d never compromise himself just because of politics.”

  Erik shrugged and petted Copper’s ass. “Why don’t we invite him here? I would love to see how he expresses his artistic freedom in his interaction with Crema.”

  Greyhurst smiled. “Who is your master? Why is he not here with us already?”

  Annie swallowed hard, somewhat hoping Rose would talk for her now, but when nothing came from behind her, it was time to suck it up. “Dante Salvai, sir. He bought me out of slavery, and always protects me. And he is a very good actor, sir,” she added when Greyhurst’s face twisted into a scowl. “For a whole year, he took on the pony persona of a glorious stallion named Coal for his black eyes. Never once did he break the illusion. His craft is amazing, sir. If you only gave him a chance, you would see.”

  Greyhurst sighed. “I’m not sure if I want to work with someone wi
th such a short temper. The show he put on today was enough for me.”

  Erik leaned back in the chair and pulled Copper down, between his spread knees. “To be fair, he was provoked. I was there, and Mr. Preston behaved in the most ungentlemanly way toward Crema. And I hear it wasn’t the first time.”

  Annie nodded feverishly. “It wasn’t! He sneaked into our house and told the tailor to molest me!”

  “Scum!” growled Erik.

  Greyhurst frowned, but Annie could see he was being swayed. “I don’t know … The brute I have seen today is not what I’m looking for. I need an actor who isn’t afraid to show himself vulnerable.”

  “Oh, he can be very vulnerable, sir. He is an incredibly affectionate pony, and when he acts, it brings tears into my eyes,” lied Annie, looking at him with so much emotion gripping at her throat that she did end up shedding a tear.

  Erik shrugged. “Maybe if he put on a good show, you could be convinced, Greyhurst?”

  Greyhurst spent a moment inhaling smoke from his pipe. “Let it be then. If the man can show me his softer side, bare his heart to his audience, I will give him a chance.”

  Annie whinnied and tossed her mane, looking back at Rose. “Please, get my master,” she said with a smile, as heat spread throughout her chest.

  Chapter 13

  Annie was doing her best to keep Mr. Greyhurst occupied. She played with Copper, chasing him around the room, and she even nipped his ass once when she caught up with him, much to the amusement of Erik and Greyhurst. The time seemed to have slowed down, and the fact that she couldn’t see any clock didn’t help. How much time had passed? She didn’t know, but it felt like hours. What if Dante couldn’t be found and the opportunity was lost?

  At some point, Erik joined the fun and directed both Annie and Copper with a crop, teaching them a sort of dance, with curtseying and twirls.

  She was in the middle of a pirouette when Dante followed Rose into the booth, his face stiff as stone. “Good evening.”

  Annie whinnied in delight and trotted all the way to the entrance, pushing her face against his arm. She pulled on the fabric with her teeth and started leading him to the two men sitting in chairs.

  She managed to loosen up Dante, because he choked out a laugh.

  “I thought I wasn’t invited here anymore,” he muttered, and Greyhurst took a long drag of smoke from his pipe.

  “Your lovely pony convinced me otherwise. She’s claiming there are more sides to you than what I’ve witnessed today.”

  Annie nodded, trotted around Dante, and pushed him forward with her head.

  “She is very dedicated. Don’t they say that one can know a man seeing how he treats his pet?” asked Erik casually, calling Copper over with a gesture.

  His pony quickly trotted over and kneeled by Erik’s side.

  “That’s right,” Greyhurst said. “This young lady told me you were very dedicated to acting out the role of a stallion yourself.”

  Dante took a deep breath. “That is indeed the case.”

  Erik shrugged and picked up a cocktail from a tiny table next to his chair. “Maybe ... you could demonstrate? What do you think, Greyhurst?

  The director nodded slowly. “Are you willing to show me this other side of you? I have heard good things about it.”

  Dante looked to Annie and stroked her hair. “You want me to perform as Coal here?”

  Greyhurst gestured past the bannister where chandeliers with colorful crystals hung over the main hall of the theater. “We could draw the curtains. It would just be us,” he said softly.

  Annie nuzzled Dante’s shoulder and looked up at him, jumping in place to show her excitement without talking. She needed to spur him on. They could do this. Dante could get the role he needed to get back on the map.

  There was a smirk on Dante’s face that she took for a good sign. As he began undressing, she noticed Copper staring up at her Coal. One of the guards drew the curtains, as another lit a few gas lamps, drowning the booth in warm, yellow light. It almost felt intimate despite all the people watching.

  Annie gave Copper a sour glance and approached him, jerking her head to the sides and stomping.

  Erik laughed loudly and patted his pony on the head. “That mare won’t have any other horse around her stud.”

  Copper snorted at her, but stayed put, not looking away from Dante’s now bare chest. Even though he wasn’t naked yet, Dante still grunted at her and reached out to stroke her breast with his knuckles.

  Annie nuzzled his shoulder and backed away, swaying her hips in front of Greyhurst. The tail swung from left to right, caressing her sensitive skin as she lured Dante in, already playing with him. Let Copper look on. It wouldn’t be him that beautiful black stallion would mount.

  Dante pushed off his shoes and took off his pants in the thickening silence. His eyes were on her and her alone. Once naked, he was Coal again, and they didn’t need to speak, to understand each other. His powerful form filled the room with pure presence as he approached her slowly.

  Annie took a deep breath, staring at the powerful thighs, sculpted by hours of carting, at the hard stomach, the broad arms that could lift her so easily. Their eyes met, and she was as skittish as a virgin mare. She looked away and skittered to the side, pressing her breast against the wall. There was a silence to the room, and even the music didn’t seem to penetrate anyone’s thoughts as all the men in the room, and Rose, watched her and Dante dance.

  He’d move closer and nuzzle her shoulder, and she would give in for a moment, only to pull back and step away quickly, always watching him once she did. She whinnied, and he followed her behind Greyhurst’s chair. She loved being pursued by him this way. They both knew they belonged together, and that they would eventually mate, yet still enjoyed the chase.

  When he was like this, still but huffing and powerful, she couldn’t think of him as anything else than Coal, the beautiful stallion she sometimes relieved with her hands, the one she lifted her skirt for on their last day together. He was just so perfect she wasn’t ashamed at all of what they were about to do. She didn’t care anymore that someone would see her tits jiggle and his fat prick pushing inside her pussy. This was what happened between horses, even in the wild, and as she shed her fear, all the faces around them seemed to disperse in the dark.

  The only man who mattered was following her until he trapped her against the wall. He snorted and nuzzled the back of her ear, as his stiffening cock pushed against the small of her back.

  Annie moaned and slowly pushed her ass back, whimpering when his cock settled in the groove of her spine. Was this the time? She didn’t know how much real horses usually took, but as she felt his teeth on her ear, it felt like the best time of all.

  Her tits pressed against the thick wallpaper, and a warmth slid from her nipples all the way to her pussy, opening it up.

  Coal whinnied before grabbing onto the strap of the harness on her shoulder and pulling her away from the wall. He got her to a space with more room on the floor and licked her under her jaw before going down to his knees.

  Annie stirred, shaking her body, only to gracefully kneel down, bringing out the best pony qualities she had. Her mane slid down her shoulder as she settled her hooves on the floor and pushed her hips back for Coal to examine. Her face flushed when she heard a gasp from Mr. Greyhurst’s side, but she quickly dismissed any memory of the man’s existence, focused on her stiff nipples and heavy breasts.

  Coal didn’t just mount her either. He rubbed his side against her, his body so firm and hot she trembled. Every touch was setting her skin on fire, and she was already longing for his cock inside her, all traces of shame forgotten. When Coal lowered his head all the way under her body and nudged her breast with his head, she couldn’t help a whimper.

  She arched her back and grabbed some of his hair into her mouth, pulling gently. Her pussy was slowly burning into a rapid fire, and so she lowered the front of her body, hoping he’d get the hint.

  C
oal licked the side of her neck, and backed away out of her line of sight. She felt his breath on her buttock, and then he nipped on her skin.

  Annie whinnied, tossing her hair back. She swung the tail as well as she could, looking back at him, so big and powerful next to her.

  Coal whinnied in turn, and moved the thick hair of her tail to her back with his fist. He spread her legs wider with his knees, and there it was—what she was waiting for—his heavy body on her back, and his hard cock pushing against her wet pussy, rubbing against it, sometimes slipping to her clit.

  Annie uttered a sound she couldn’t even recognize as she pushed back, doing her best to get in the perfect position. Her hole was steaming hot and was now so painfully empty she’d do a lot to have it filled by the right stud. She wanted to have Coal’s foals. She wanted him to come so deep inside her. She wanted him to hammer into her hard and fast, and then mount her a second time.

  Annie felt a flush on her face when her anus throbbed around the plug. She’d have both holes filled, and just as she thought that, Coal’s cockhead pushed into her pussy in one quick thrust. She screamed out, curling her shoulders and toes, as it was the strangest feeling. Coal’s cock on its own was quite a beast, but now that there was a second presence in her body so close to his prick, it felt even bigger.

  “Good boy, breed her!” hissed a voice from afar, Annie had no idea whose, and she didn’t care, only interested in extinguishing the fire that raged through her veins.

  Coal grunted and pushed on, yet by now, she knew his body well enough to know that his prick wasn’t even all the way in. He put more of his weight on her back and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in place.

  Annie chewed on her lip and slid her knees even wider apart, drinking the warmth of his body. When she opened her eyes, her gaze was drawn to the edge of the bright circle of light surrounding her and Coal. And past the edges were the two chairs, the two men, and one horse, all their attention on the performance. She would give them one.