The Stablegirl (a fetish pony play erotic romance)

by Miss Merikan

  The Stablegirl

  a pony play erotic romance

  by Miss Merikan

  Acerbi & Villani ltd

  The Stablegirl

  by Miss Merikan

  --- Be careful what you wish for. ---

  Annie is trapped in a life of slavery as a scullery maid. Her world gets turned on its head when she becomes the groom of Coal, the most devilishly handsome man she’s ever seen. She couldn’t help but fall for his charm even though he never spoke a word, and was kept at the mansion as a human horse. She was there for him when he was upset, she was there for him when he wanted to play, and she was even there for him when his stud libido needed taming.

  Now, Coal is leaving, after a year in service as a stallion, and Annie’s heart is breaking. If he is to go, she wants one last chance at truly connecting with Coal. What she doesn’t expect though is that after a night of passion, Coal comes back for her, and as Dante, buys her from her former master. She’d always imagined the life Coal led as a comfortable existence, but it is when she becomes Dante’s mare that she realizes there is much more to being a pony than she thought.

  With Dante being Annie’s new master, she is thrust into a debauched world she never imagined existed, but she isn’t sure anymore if being his mare is what she truly wants. All she knows is that she wants her beloved stallion Coal back.

  POSSIBLE SPOILERS:

  Themes: Pony-play, theatre, steampunk, post-apocalyptic world, hurt/comfort, abuse

  Genre: fetish erotic romance, dark, alternative history, BDSM

  Length: ~50,000 words (Standalone novel, no cliffhanger.)

  WARNING: The Stablegirl is a kinky erotic tale with themes of fetish and pony-play, strong language and violence. Reader discretion advised.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living, dead, or undead, events, places or names is purely coincidental.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transferred in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without a permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law.

  Text copyright © 2015 Miss Merikan

  All Rights Reserved

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  Editing by Kelly Hartigan (Xterra Web)

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  Table of contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Other Books

  Prologue

  “Annie! Come over here, girl. I have a new job for you,” Master Alexander yelled from afar, and she knew better than to keep him waiting. He’d been agitated in the last few days, so all of his servants were kept on their toes.

  “Coming, sir!”

  She sped up in the never-ending empty corridor and slowed down by the door leading further inside the house. But as she pressed on the handle, the door wouldn’t give.

  “Here, girl! I don’t have all day.”

  Annie looked around to find the entrance to the basement open. She had never been there, nor did she see Master Alexander go down there often. But she wouldn’t disobey his order, so step by step, she descended the stone stairs, careful not to step on the edge of her dress. Even before reaching the floor downstairs, she knew there was something strange about the place. The basement wasn’t cold or damp like a cellar usually was. A warm glow reached out to her from the bottom of the stairs, inviting her into a room smelling of fresh hay.

  The dark shadow of Master Alexander moved over the floor, beckoning her in, and as she entered the cellar, it was like stepping into a greenhouse. No other quarters inside the mansion were this warm. He pulled her inside a room the size of the banquet hall upstairs and just as sparsely furnished. A few wine barrels stood along the wall, followed by several large bales of hay, which were thankfully far away from the glow of the fireplace on the far-off wall.

  “You will be now partially relieved of your duties as a scullery maid,” said the master, looking at her with his pale eyes. His vaguely handsome face was tense in a way she’d never seen it. “You’re old enough to have a task you’d be solely responsible for. Don’t you agree?”

  Annie nodded. Would this be the better job that she craved so much? As a slave to this household, it wasn’t money she hoped to gain, but any tasks easier than scrubbing pans and emptying chamber pots were welcome. At nineteen, she was way past the average age of a scullery maid, yet she’d lost hope for a change in her standing. She’d always told herself that others had it worse. What was belonging to a household, when one could be starving in the streets, or worse, outside the London walls, easy prey for men dead and alive alike?

  She still remembered the first time she’d seen a rotter. Half the monster’s arm had fallen off, and it had tried to climb out of the sewers. Fortunately, there had been a grate that kept the thing in place, but she would never forget its swollen head and nightmarish eyes, pale as if covered by fog.

  “What would you like me do, sir?” Annie curtsied as well as she could, but judging from the frown on Alexander’s face, she wasn’t successful at impressing him.

  He pushed her forward, and only when they walked past the giant bales of hay, she noticed an enclosure of sorts, with a shed-like structure in the corner and a wooden fence that reached almost to her shoulders. The whole pen was the size of the master’s sitting room, with piles of hay everywhere, and what looked like an animal feeder attached to the wall of she shed. The flames burning in the fireplace had warm light dancing over the whole enclosure and made the cellar warm and dry. With a setup like this, she could imagine herself living here. It surely beat her downstairs room shared with three other girls.

  The master combed his fingers through the thinning hair on the top of his head and pushed her again toward the gate in the fence. “Open it.”

  Annie reached to the handle with her heart in her throat. “Is it safe, sir? Is this some kind of wild animal that you keep here?” Before Master Alexander could answer, a groan from inside, followed by a clang of chain, made her shriek.

  Master Alexander squeezed his hand on her shoulder and made her walk inside regardless of how stiff her knees were. “It still needs taming.” He cleared his throat and put something in her hand. It was two sugar cubes. “If you’re to take care of it, I want you to establish a safe relationship.”

  Annie swallowed but didn’t dare turn back. She approached the shed with caution, but Master’s word was law, and if she were to be eaten, she would step into the dragon’s den with courage. Maybe the stiff petticoats she wore under her apron could protect her if the beast went for her legs. Then again, even the loose corset would make her breathless if she ran for too long.

  She opened the door to the shed and held out her hand, but couldn’t bear to look inside. She squeezed her eyes tight, ready to lose her arm. A gust of warm air over her palm gave her a shudder, but seconds passed, and she still had her hand. There was a soft, metallic thud very close by, and then, one of the cubes was lifted. Yet another tap on the floor followed a loud, crunching sound, and then, her palm was filled with the softest skin imaginable. She wasn’t sure what i
t was that petted her hand, but the moment she sensed smooth, wet lips pick up the remaining sugar, it became clear she would not bleed out into the hay.

  Annie swallowed and dared to open her eyes, but what she saw was nothing like what she expected. She stared straight at the naked chest of a man so tall that for a moment she thought he were some kind of giant, or monster. Not so impossible after seeing people come back from the dead, only to turn into mindless cannibals. Her gaze went south to catch a glimpse of bizarre leather boots that explained why the man was so tall, but the complete nakedness of the stranger forced her eyes right back up the wide, dusky chest.

  He wore a harness of thick, brown leather, and it stressed the muscled curves of his body to make them seem even bigger. His face was covered in shadows, with a strong nose and two pieces of burning coal for eyes, but his lips were stretched over a piece of wood held in place by straps that looked remarkably similar to the bridles she saw on horses in Master’s stable. The man shook his head, groaning loudly as his long dark locks fell over his shoulders.

  When he took a step closer, Annie backed out of the shed with her lips open wide. What was she to say? What did this mean? The shackled man was stark naked apart from the leather straps that hid none of his … endowments. And those were bigger than she’d ever seen on a man.

  Master Alexander stopped her halfway to the gate and spun her around to face the monster of a man that slowly emerged from the shed. In the candlelight, his face was unbelievably attractive despite the strange contraption on his head. It was like looking into the face of a sculpture, not a man who was alive and breathing.

  His steps were careful, and she soon realized why when she took in his shoes in more detail. The front was made of black wood and very tall, at least as tall as the thickness of a brick, and the back was ... well, nonexistent. It took Annie several moments to realize that the man stood on his toes inside the shoe that transformed his legs into horse hoofs. Now that she could see all of him, it became clear that his hands were also trapped inside mittens with imitation wooden hooves.

  She forced herself to look up into the symmetrical, noble face to avoid staring down at the hard muscles of his stomach, or even lower, where beneath a dark trail of pubes was a half-hard cock. Annie was afraid she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off it if she dared look a little longer, so she locked her eyes with the beast of a man and forgot how to breathe.

  The man rushed forward with such speed that Annie lost her balance and landed in the hay, shouting in surprise. Her face went up in flames, and all of a sudden, she wasn’t capable of talking anymore. Her eyes climbed up the muscular thighs, all the way to the cock as thick as her wrist. It was long and looked just magnificent with the background of a dusky sac and thick dark pelt growing on the man’s groin.

  “Annie, get up right now. A stallion needs structure and a strong groom so that he doesn’t try to overpower his owner,” said Master Alexander and pulled her up. “This is Coal. Your job will be to take care of him.”

  Even as she got up, Coal’s dark eyes burned into her as if he wanted to brand her with his teeth. Suddenly, being a scullery maid seemed like the easiest job in the world.

  Chapter 1

  Annie still couldn’t believe it was Coal’s last day. She had always known Coal wouldn’t be staying forever, that unlike her, he wasn’t a slave. He sold a year of his life to Master Alexander and willingly submitted to the master’s bizarre fancy of owning a human horse. Yet now that the prospect of being apart became a reality, she could hardly fight the sadness that she had no right to.

  Coal had never even spoken to her, but the sea of words Annie had poured out to him as the months had passed made him the closest thing to a friend that she’d ever had. And now she would lose him. She was just the stablegirl, not the owner of this most magnificent beast of a man. She had neither money nor property. She didn’t even own her own life, and there was no way she could make him stay at her side.

  Annie walked down the stairs to where Coal lived, as she had countless times before. She’d been so afraid of him at first, but very soon she realized he meant no harm. He kept teasing her, nipping on her clothes, trying to stick his head under her skirts, and pushing her into the hay, but it was never mean-spirited. As strange as it was, Annie very quickly accepted that Coal was a horse. He communicated like one, and his playful behavior, though sometimes reminiscent of courting, never crossed the boundaries of what an animal would do. Even so, Annie couldn’t ignore the handsome man behind the mask of bridle and tack, nor the way his cock grew whenever she touched him.

  The constant dissonance between the complete obscenity of his nakedness and the innocence he projected as a horse made for a confusingly attractive mix. She could watch every lean muscle on him, stroke his back or stomach, and not worry about morality. After all, there was nothing shameful about an animal’s body. And there was not an ounce of shame in Coal. Never did he try to hide his body from her, and even proudly sported erections, trying to rub against her when excited. She had been scared at first, but Coal never got aggressive, just needy, and from time to time, she gave in to the temptation of giving him relief with her hand. His cock was larger than any other she’d been acquainted with before, but as she washed it for him every day, touching the prick became a part of their routine.

  They played ball, and she told him stories and let him rest his head in her lap in the evenings, looking at her with dark, understanding eyes. He’d arrived at the household with a slight limp, and they first bonded when she nursed his sprained ankle to health. From then, he began to trust her, and she liked to think that he enjoyed her company. But he never responded, just like a real animal wouldn’t, even though he could clearly sense whenever she was upset and made sure to cheer her up.

  She got upset about him not talking to her quite a few times but never managed to keep up the silent treatment for long. It felt too good to have a friend. Even one that was mute.

  Annie took a deep breath before walking into Coal’s enclosure, but despite her best efforts, she couldn’t produce a smile. Even thinking that tonight would be the last time she’d comb his hair broke her heart. She’d never seen a man as handsome as Coal, with long, thick, black hair so different to her blonde, messy curls. The way he looked at her could be frightening when coming from a stranger in the street, but she wasn’t afraid of Coal anymore, even if she barely reached his shoulders. A stallion could easily kill a man, but that didn’t mean it would ever hurt its groom.

  Coal whinnied and reached his head out of his stall, nudging the gate with his hoof. His eyes were wide and bright, an unmistakable sign of joy. Annie bit her lips and got a brush on her way, as she approached the stall. Master Alexander paid for Coal staying here, yet she was sure that it was she who got more enjoyment from Coal’s presence than Master ever could in his busy life.

  “Hey there, pretty boy,” she said and forced a smile as she opened the stall. Coal’s presence never failed to make her heart beat faster. Just looking at his firm, strong arms had her embarrassed of her own thoughts.

  He clattered his teeth happily and leaned down, brushing his lips all over her face, nipping her nose without using teeth.

  “There, there! Calm down.” She laughed and grabbed the sides of his face. Her boy needed a shave. Even now, knowing that this was their last time together, he managed to brighten up her day.

  Coal snorted and tapped one of his hooves against the floor, staring straight at her, like he always did. His warm eyes made something melt deep inside her, and it wasn’t only in her heart either.

  “I’ll brush your hair, give you a shave.” Cuddle. “You need to be nice and presentable tomorrow.” She took hold of the reins attached to the bridle he wore, and she pulled gently to guide him out into the soft hay.

  Coal blinked and kneeled down, only to fall over into the hay. He rolled in it, as if he wanted to scratch his back, but Annie couldn’t avoid looking at his cock and balls when they were so blatantl
y on display.

  “Really? That’s not nice, Coal! You’ll have hay in your hair. And who will have to make it nice and presentable? Me.” Annie sighed and kneeled next to him, putting the brush away for now. She wished she could spend all her days here, playing with Coal, not having to worry about the maids who tormented her, or being scolded by the housekeeper. Even his food was much better than what she was getting, and sometimes she found herself stealing some of the treats. She was positive he wouldn’t mind if he knew.

  Coal groaned and grabbed the edge of her skirt with his teeth, pulling on it hard.

  “Hey! I get it, you wanna play.” She stroked his hair and stole a glance at his cock. Having seen it every day, she should have gotten used to it, but she would often find herself thinking about Coal fucking her while she did other chores. His big, muscular body was always somewhere at the back of her mind. Annie fantasized sometimes about being a mare to a stud like him, being the center of attention, and having that thick prick push into her body.

  Coal grinned and pulled her skirt up, snorting in delight and tossing his hair about.

  Annie swallowed but didn’t hurry to push him away. It was just good fun after all. “Silly boy.” She laughed nervously and let her hand wander to pet his strong arm. His skin had an olive tint and couldn’t have been more different from her creamy complexion dotted with light brown freckles.

  He let go of her clothes and shook his head, sending his locks flying everywhere. They teased the skin of her hand as he stepped closer and put his head on her shoulder.

  “I know, I know, you will miss me,” Annie whispered and stroked his hair with tears already gathering in her eyes. She gave the side of his head a kiss. “Let me get that brush.” She turned around for it, but her fingers hadn’t reached it yet when a gentle but decisive pressure settled against the back of her pussy, sending a wave of heat throughout her whole body. She could hear Coal sniffing her, but instead of pushing him away, she froze, not in fear but locked in an impossible choice. Deep down, she knew he wasn’t an animal, but on the other hand, it wasn’t as if Coal would tell anyone about the things he’d done as a horse.