We were introduced to the world of pony play through The Beauty Series, which Anne Rice had written as A. N. Roquelaure, and the topic fascinated us ever since. In contrast to puppy play, which is more widely known, pony play typically involves far less humiliation. Some scenarios involve it as well, but pet play is always influenced by how we see the animal, and horses are perceived as noble and elegant. Horse play doesn’t need to be sexual and sometimes only involves the participants taking on personas of equines and/or human handlers. Human ponies learn gaits, pull various carts, and even compete in dressage, circus tricks, and other trained skills.
Annie’s path to being a mare starts when she becomes a groom for a handsome man, who plays the breeding stud for a wealthy man. She falls in love with him, even though he never went out of character, and is devastated by being parted from him. But since she told Coal on their last night together that she wishes she too were a pony, to be cared for and not have to do the back-breaking work of a scullery maid, Coal comes back for her. A human again, as Dante, he buys Annie from her owner with the intention of fulfilling her dream. Annie is forced into a situation, which is much more than she bargained for, and through trial and error, she eventually discovers what kind of life she wants as a pony. Tied closely with her love for Dante/Coal, it’s gonna be a bumpy road.
--- 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.
WARNING: The Stablegirl is a kinky erotic tale with themes of fetish and pony-play, strong language and violence. Reader discretion advised.
Excerpt from the book
His voice made Annie shiver. She’d never feared him this much when he was Coal. They had an understanding back then. But now? How was she to navigate the situation with him being a man?
“Where should I put my things, sir?” Not that she had much. A blanket a friend knitted for her years ago, before she’d even met Jack, a small gas mask for just the bottom of her face, a pair of goggles too big for her, and a deck of cards.
He walked past her and opened the wardrobe to put back his suit jacket and accessories. “I think I should call you Crema. You have such a lovely, pale coat.”
Annie looked up into his eyes, unsure what to make of it. “Excuse me, sir?”
Dante frowned at her, his dark eyes flaming up with something she couldn’t read. When he put his index finger against her lips, she fought the sudden urge to kiss it and stayed silent. Pay attention to her surroundings and stay aware of danger was all she could do.
Slowly, he stepped even closer and turned her around to face away from him. Annie stiffened when he pulled on the belt of her apron and then pushed the garment off her. The way it fell to the floor had her stiffen. A part of her did want to repeat the sex they’d had a few days ago, but it felt as if it had been a different life, a different man.
“I think there might have been—”
“Hush, Crema,” said Dante. He put one of his large hands on the front of her neck, and as she opened her mouth, gasping, he gently pushed something between her teeth. It was rubbery, with something hard inside.
Now it finally clicked. After a year spent with Coal, she knew exactly what this was. A bit. He shushed her with a bit! This couldn’t be really happening. Sure, she’d said she wanted the life he’d had, that she’d wanted to be his mare, but the fantasy was getting all too real. Before she could fight against it, Dante closed the halter the bit was attached to at the back of her head. She was left with a little whimper for protest.
“Shh, easy, girl. It’s all right,” he said softly as he pulled her against his warm chest. His hands squeezed around her waist before trailing up her chest.
Annie’s breath quickened once his hand reached her breasts. He’d never touched her there before. That is … he did nuzzle her, but never like this. Coal would always get only as much as she would allow. Dante? Dante took whatever he wanted. But it seemed that he did want to keep her. Annie’s head spun. He didn’t just keep her. He owned her. He named her.