by Miss Merikan
Annie dove right in, biting into the cake, uncaring that cream smeared her nose. She smiled as the sugary sponge melted in her mouth, and she chewed on it despite the slight ache in the corners of her jaw. She smiled and nuzzled Dante’s cheek, smearing the white cream all over it.
“Naughty girl!” he laughed, but just fed her more. “I want to spoil my pony. As long as you stick to the rules, no one will hurt you. You just have to trust me. Like I trusted you when I was Coal. It was scary sometimes, but you have to clear your mind of who you think you are and take it one day at a time.” His big hand slid to the side of her buttock, and this time, Annie didn’t try to fight it off. She opened her mouth after swallowing but then remembered she wasn’t supposed to speak and lapped at the mess she had made of Dante’s cheek instead. His stubble scratched her tongue, and Annie nuzzled his neck in gratitude. She knew he was right. It was just so sudden. Unlike him, she didn’t choose the life of a pony, and so it was a difficult transition. But if he was really intent on keeping her safe, giving her food that wasn’t just everyone’s scraps and playing with her, then being his mare wouldn’t be bad. He seemed to enjoy it just fine as Coal, so he did have an understanding of what was going on in her head now. She could trust him.
“And I promise no one else will get to fuck you. But I will have them look.” He fed her the rest of the scone, filling her mouth over capacity. He then slid his hand between her thighs. “I want everyone to see what a beautiful mare I have and that I’m the only one who gets to breed her.” Dante hissed the last words, running his fingers between her pussy lips.
Annie shuddered, and her thighs opened before she consciously thought about it. She moaned, looking straight into his face. She trusted him to keep to that promise, just as she had trusted Coal not to hurt her. Her thoughts raced to the moment when his cock slid into her pussy that one time at Alexander’s house. It had been a moment so perfect no other could compare to it, and now she was here with him for good. He just promised he would fuck her, and it was one of the best things she had heard in a long time. She would get protection, food, and Dante all to herself as long as she’s a nice mare? She could do that. After all, she was a horse, and now that she thought about it, the panic that overcame her in the sitting room seemed like such a petty reaction. She made his party a joke and left a mess for Rose to take care of.
Sniffing, she poked him with her hoof. Did he see how sorry she was?
“You like that? Or are you just happy with the scone?” Dante kissed her jaw, and in that moment, even the ache in her nipples subsided. “Or are you happy to feel me?” He slightly stirred his hips under her, and she realized he was getting hard fast. His fingers delved deeper, their tips teasing her slippery hole.
Annie arched on his knee, gasping when the inner side of his finger brushed against her clit. If she were a violin, the sound she’d make now would have the most perfect pitch from his artistry. Wasting no time, she spread her thighs wider and made sure one of her knees brushed him close to the growing bulge at the front of his pants. She didn’t want to be a selfish little foal. She wanted to bloom into the most precious mare, always eager to pleasure her stud.
Dante pulled his skillful fingers away and urged her down to the soft carpet. “I have something better than sweets for you.” He pushed down his suspenders and unbuttoned his pants in rapid moves. “My pony will love it.”
Annie slid to her knees, and right away, she knew what he wanted. Her mouth watered, and she didn’t know whether it was because of the scone or at the thought of that glorious dick being there for her to sample. And there it was, emerging from underneath his underwear like a beacon of heat. She couldn’t help but be drawn to it, hypnotized by the smooth head and thick veins on the underside. But how was she to play with it with the mittens still on? She raised them and gave Dante a questioning stare.
He leaned down and grabbed the reins on the halter to pull her head closer. “Go on, Crema, be a good pony.” Dante stroked her hair as she looked between his face and the hard prick, which smelled a bit like salt water, with a hint of the cologne Dante was wearing.
Annie chewed on her lip and leaned closer, brushing her nose all the way up the underside of the shaft, without ever looking away from Dante. The cock twitched against her skin, and she had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from smiling like an idiot. How turned on he was, and it was all because of her, Annie, a slave with no family name, who no one ever noticed. Clearly, Dante saw something in her that no one else did, and she wanted to prove him right.
Slowly, she opened her mouth and kissed the head of his cock, savoring the slight bitterness of the fluid gathered at the small slit.
“That’s a good girl,” Dante rasped, watching her from above. “Open those pretty lips.” He steadied her jaw with his grip and moved his hips forward, so that the head slid over her lips. His breaths got quicker, but he laughed. “This isn’t working, is it?” He pulled her away by the reins and got up. “That’s better.” Dante grinned at her with that devilish smile and hooked his fingers under the straps of the halter on her cheeks.
Annie exhaled, looking between his face and the thick, beautiful monster mere inches away from her face. She was afraid of losing the control she always had with her hands free, but to a mare, this wasn’t an option, so she decided to put her trust in Dante and opened her mouth.
“You do know how to be a good girl.” It was as if his eyes lit up from the flame deep inside of him, and he pulled her head closer by the halter, pushing his cock deep into her willing mouth and back out again, slowly fucking her lips as if they were a pussy.
She didn’t know what to think of it at first, but as it went on, she relaxed a bit more and let herself enjoy the sensation of the smooth, lovely skin of his cock brushing against her lips over and over again. It was heavy as it dragged back and forth over her tongue, somehow turning her other set of lips into a burning fire pit, even though nothing was touching her pussy. She moaned and gasped through her nose, looking up at the tense face above her. Dante was so strong, he owned her, and yet he touched her with so much tenderness.
“I will spill in that tight throat of yours, and you’ll swallow it all, understood?” he whispered, but it was loud enough in the empty room. His moves intensified as he pulled on the halter, making her take more of the cock, but he backed away every time she gagged. “Good girl … suck on it. Show me how much you want to please your owner …”
Annie knew she was all red-faced now, sweating like a horse in heat, and yet she couldn’t deny that his cock felt good in her mouth, constantly demanding more attention, and she was willing to go far for Dante’s pleasure. She would be so good to him that he wouldn’t be able to even think of any other woman, human or pony.
She murmured her agreement, propping her hooves on his thighs as he fucked her deeper and quicker, holding her in place with the halter.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Dante hissed, and his cock twitched on her tongue, filling her mouth with his seed while he held her in place. “Look at me,” he demanded and continued when their eyes met. “Suck it all out, Crema. Swallow.”
Annie moaned and tightened her lips around the shaft so that nothing would spill out as she sucked the whole load down, trying not to grimace at the taste. It might not be her favorite—especially after the scone—but it was the sperm of her stud, and she wanted it inside her. Moaning softly, she massaged the underside of Dante’s softening cock with her tongue.
For a long moment, he just watched her and panted, but when she began to worry if she’d done something wrong, Dante spoke as he pulled her head away. “You are such a good pony, Crema. I would never sell you.”
He let go of her halter and took off the rest of his clothes, until he was naked, the way Annie liked him best.
She whinnied and smiled, suddenly choked up. She had told him how she ended up in Alexander’s house, betrayed by her own fiancé. And while she had no reason to believe a man who owned her, she did trust his wor
ds. He had no reason to lie to her, just wanted her to be comfortable, and she appreciated it about him. She leaned in and gave his cock one last kiss.
It elicited that wicked smile she was beginning to love, and he kneeled down beside her. “Now show me that tail of yours. Go on, rump up.” He patted her buttock.
She exhaled, a bit self-conscious about showing him her hole, but at the end of the day, it was him who put the tail in there, and didn’t he say horses had no shame? She was starting to lose all of hers.
She turned away from him and slowly lowered the front of her body until both her breasts and cheek rested on the floor. The cool air was a shock to her hot pussy, and she couldn’t help but squeeze it tight.
“Spread your legs nicely.”
As soon as she followed the order, instead of pulling out the tail, Dante just pushed the tail aside, and she knew it was his face by her wet pussy when she felt the stubble slightly scratching her thighs.
“I have such a healthy, horny mare.” She could hear the smile in Dante’s voice as his tongue trailed between the lips of her pussy.
Annie gave a wanton moan, and this time she really had no shame. There was no shame when pleasure was so close. She pushed back, rubbing her sex up and down over his tongue, nose, and lips. She didn’t care anymore. Her pussy was swollen with heat and even stung slightly from being teased so long. It was such a chore to keep herself from telling him what she wanted, but she wasn’t supposed to do that so moving like a female in heat was her only option.
“You missed this, haven’t you?” Dante said before his tongue slid into her needy pussy along with a thumb, but it was when the side of his hand teased her clit that she went wild, moaning and writhing against him.
It was just so unbelievably good. It wasn’t he being hurried this time—as was Annie’s experience with most men—it was she who wanted to come hard and fast. Now. She needed his hands and lips, his weight ...
Just a few movements later, her whole body trembled, leaving her lightheaded as all her muscles clamped down, and oh God, the phallus became the second center of her orgasm. Hard and stiff inside her, it somehow pressed against the inner walls of her pussy, triggering an unexpected rush within her.
Dante slowly pulled away, though his glorious fingers stayed in place, still massaging her clit lightly, as his thumb played with the opening of her pussy. “Turn over.”
Completely spent, she took her time to fulfill his request and plopped on her back, still catching her breath as she looked at him. Dante held something dark in his hand and kneeled between her obscenely spread legs, focused on her flushed face.
“Didn’t I say I’d make you a happy pony?” He grinned and put what turned out to be a piece of chocolate in her mouth, as he stroked her belly.
Annie smiled at him as the rich, sweet taste melted in her mouth, and she rested her hooves above her breasts, smiling at her stud.
This moment was the most satisfied she’d ever been.
Chapter 7
Annie woke up to an unexpected amount of light. Both in Alexander’s home and the slums of London, light was a luxury people of her standing couldn’t afford, instead always living in the shadows and smog coming down from the tall buildings of the upper classes. Things were either different in Bylondon, or Dante had a higher position than she’d imagined before.
“Rise and shine, Crema.” Rose emphasized the last word and laughed.
Annie blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. Some time ago, she had noticed Dante getting ready, but he didn’t open the curtains, and she dozed off before he left.
She slowly sat up and combed her unruly hair back with her wrists, making sure not to knock herself out with the hooves. She gave Rose a sideways glance. What was that tone about?
Rose sighed and took the last chocolate off the tray by Dante’s bed. “You can talk. Dante told me he didn’t want to wake you up. He will be away for a few days, and he said you can get back into clothes. I’ve got some new ones for you. Nothing fancy, but we can’t have you wearing those old rags, now can we?”
Annie chewed on her lip, unsure what to do now that the rules had suddenly changed. “Where did he go?” she asked, slowly getting to her feet. She looked down at her hooves and wasn’t sure how she felt about getting rid of them.
“To London. He said he had some unfinished business, but if you ask me, that business has a muff.” Rose shrugged and walked up to the pen to let Annie out.
Annie’s heart started racing at such speed she found it hard to breathe. “Muff? As in ...?”
Rose raised her eyebrows. “Oh. I’m sorry. I mean … he’s always had a lot of girls around him, and looking at this”—she pointed to the hooves as she began to unbuckle the fastening on Annie’s wrists—“I didn’t think you’d mind.”
Annie exhaled until there was nothing more in her lungs, and it felt as if they were collapsing. Dante had a lady friend somewhere? And of course, he told her nothing, leaving her with expectations of continuous interest. “No, I don’t. I was just curious,” she muttered, stretching her hooves toward Rose.
Rose shook her head and gave Annie a wide smile. “Good, I panicked there for a moment. You seem like a sweet girl, I wouldn’t want to upset you, but yes, I wouldn’t really get my hopes up for Dante in the long term.”
Annie swallowed hard, covering her breasts with the newly freed hand. She was too stiff to reply right away. “He told me he’s not gonna sell me. Were you his pony earlier?”
Rose laughed and unbuckled the other hoof before standing back up again. “No. He’s never had an interest like this before. We grew up together. Seeing him that way would feel like incest, so no, we were never involved. I was taking care of his apartment this last year.”
Annie nodded, trying hard not to show how deflated she felt. It was as if her soul popped like a balloon. “I’m not interested anyway,” she said when she caught Rose eyeing her curiously. “He is good-looking and nice, but, you know ...”
“Philandering?” Rose nodded with a sigh. She put some clothes over the table. The way Rose didn’t seem bothered by Annie’s nakedness made her feel more at ease.
“Yes,” said Annie, pressing her lips together. As disappointed as she was, it was nice to see that Rose was actually a pleasant woman, who could possibly become her friend. “He was also a very nice horse.”
Rose’s smile grew. “Oh, do tell me more. He was rather sparse about that, and I could bet my arm that it was a laugh.”
Annie chuckled and began dressing in the clothes Rose had brought. “Well, he seemed to enjoy the simple life. Lots of pampering. Even his fingers got softer throughout the year.”
“Simple life? Dante?” Rose shook her head with a smile.
Annie shrugged. “Well, there are no worries for a horse. You do a bit of cart pulling, get groomed, eat, and sleep.” She purposefully omitted the fucking part, as Dante didn’t get as much of it as she believed he had wanted. She sighed at the simple but pretty dress with short sleeves and frills at the bottom of the skirt. It was the color of fresh lemons from Master Alexander’s conservatory.
“Cart pulling can be so hard though,” Rose said with a smirk.
Annie flushed and looked to the floor, stepping into the open dress. “I was surprised. He never told me there would be guests.”
“Does a horse need to think of such things?”
Annie shrugged, but there was truth in Rose’s words. No wonder Dante punished her. “I guess not,” she said, deflated.
Rose patted her arm. “Don’t worry too much. You’re not a pony anymore until Dante comes back. He wanted you to feel comfortable when he’s gone. You have to help around the house, but you’re not a servant. Understand?”
Annie shook her head. If she was not a pony and not a servant, then what was she? No one explained it to her.
Rose looked into her eyes with a frown. “What is the matter?”
“Am I a slave then? I don’t really understand how this w
orks,” Annie confessed, closing the front of her dress.
Rose swallowed and her voice softened. “No … but Dante told me you have nowhere else to go, is that right?”
Annie bit her lip, as this didn’t explain anything, but she nodded, anxious to get on with her chores. This place at least was smaller, easier to maintain. Then again, it looked like it was just the three of them here. The chores would be less monotonous if she were to do most things herself. It was actually an exciting thought that she’d get to learn about new skills.
“So first of all, I need you to go to the market and buy some food. Can you read?”
Annie flushed but shook her head, knowing that if she lied, it would end up being even more embarrassing for her. “I never learned.”
“I’ll tell you all you need to buy then. Dante said I could trust you, but I don’t know if I can believe the opinion of a horse. It’s his money though.” Rose shrugged and led Annie out of the room.
Annie chuckled, embarrassed for Coal, but then again, she was a horse herself. She followed Rose, finishing buttoning up the dress. It was quite soft in comparison to what she had usually used, and wearing it outside was a prospect that had Annie cheering up after the news about Dante. She was told to buy some groceries and two pieces of cloth for the kitchen, and after Rose instructed her how to get to the marketplace, it turned out to be quite close by.
Stepping outside the house, without anyone to watch her every step, was a refreshing experience after a long time of servitude. Annie stopped at the stairs of the townhouse and looked at the colorful theater across the street, then left and right, at the never-ending stream of people filling the broad street. Most of them crowded on the elevated wooden walkways, but some didn’t mind the mud and pushed on in their dirty shoes. One had to also mind the various carriages driving past, and in comparison to the ones Annie had seen in London, the vehicles were much more diverse, with colors and shapes that no ordinary citizen of the city would ever be seen in.