The Emperor's New Pony (7 page)

Then the shameful noise as she managed with Gad’s help to push it out, and the moan of relief she gave when she was free of it. Gad put the soiled thing in front of her; she knew from the previous day that she would have to clean it—that fillies were given this one human responsibility, as was befitting their status. And then, the washing out afterward. Her heart quailed at the thought of Lord Ranin watching that.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Gad said. “You know where to go.” Edera did, and she crawled over to the corner with the bucket, where the washing out would occur after all three girls had relieved themselves into the hole that served as a jakes. First, with the soapy water that stood in a basin just off the floor there, she washed the bung of her tail, trying not to think about what she did. She put the tail on the little shelf they had showed her, and then she went to the corner to do what she must, keeping her eyes closed.

Afterward, she turned about and sat back on her heels, the way Gad had showed her the day before, calling it the ‘haunches’ position, which fillies must adopt when they had not been told to assume a different posture. As she watched Gad and Hednar remove the harnesses and bits and tails from the girls who had been her ladies-in-waiting, who bent their faces to the floor so as not to have to meet Edera’s eyes, she wondered at how quickly it had begun to seem normal to her to do what the stable boy told her, and, yet again, at the strange pleasure she derived from her obedience.

Soon enough, Melisan, Adilan, and Alira came over to join her, each going through the humiliating ritual at the hole in the corner and then coming to sit upon their haunches next to Edera.

“You’ll like this next part, I think,” the emperor said to Lord Ranin. “It’s very important to maintain the utmost cleanliness in a stable, don’t you think?”

Edera felt herself turn crimson, but she saw Gad move toward the thing like a bellows that held water rather than air. He picked it up and brought it toward her. “Show me that rump again, sweetheart,” he said, like a master to a pet. Edera turned around and reassumed the humiliating posture. She felt the tip of the bellows pushed into her little ring, and then she felt the water rushing in there, and she gave a little moan at the shame and the discomfort.

“Alright, filly,” Gad said. “Go to the corner and let it out.”

Filly-fashion, Edera gratefully obeyed, but before she could close her eyes to blot out the sight of the men watching, the emperor said, “Hold a moment there, filly Edera, and let your new trainer come hold your hands, and look into your face.”

“Oh, no,” Edera whispered. Lord Ranin was coming, and the look of pity on his face made it both much better and much worse. The look said, “I will not leave you, my princess, no matter the shame,” but Edera wanted to scream back, “No, go… run away—let at least one lord of Amidia survive, free in the world.”

Lord Ranin stretched out his hands, offering them to her where she squatted over the hole in the floor. He smiled down at her, and Edera felt her face crumple into tears as Lord Ranin whispered, “It’s alright. It’s alright.”

After that, they washed the fillies’ bottoms over there in the corner, and then they brought them back to the main part of the floor for the rest of the wash-down.

“Watch carefully, Versal,” said the emperor. “We wash down our fillies much as you would the horses of your stable, but you will see an important difference.”

As Gad and Hednar opened the flaps at the fronts of their leather breeches to reveal their enormous manhoods, Comnar felt the frisson that made all that he still had of the arousal of his loins. Three fine ladies of Amidia were about to taste Maqian cock for the first time, and Comnar had arranged not only to observe it himself, but also to force Edera and Versal to watch it.

“Goodman Versal and filly Edera, please come over here, where I can see you more easily,” Comnar said, adding honey to his words to make them strike even more poisonously and pleasurably.

Both Versal’s and Edera’s heads snapped around to look at him, sharing a guilty expression that Comnar knew meant that they had experienced the same arousal that any healthy adult must, Comnar thought, feel at the sight of splendid young cocks like those of the stable boys. For Edera, though, he thought, it must be the first sight she had ever had of a human cock, though any child of a horse-people like the Amidians must have seen a stallion’s pizzle many times.

With pleasure Comnar saw how quick Edera already was to obey. He could not say he felt surprise to find that the princess of Amidia was what he called a ‘true filly’—that was, a girl who took to the training as if she had always been a lustful mare in the guise of a modest, innocent human maiden. Many of the queens and princesses he had brought to his stables showed themselves so.

He did wonder, with a very pleasant anticipation, about what Ranin Versal would do, should he realize that he had a true filly on his hands. Comnar could tell that the man had no idea that his princess would welcome humiliation. The emperor would demand that Versal train his filly to do the most shameful things, and they would seem to Edera welcome service—in repayment of her terrible debt. She had cost her country its freedom, and as a true filly, she would long for a man—and this man, in particular, whom she had wronged more than any other—to degrade her and to punish her.

But could Ranin accept that? Would it not destroy him to see that the girl he could never stop thinking of as his princess wanted to suckle his cock like a sweet foal at its mother’s teat, and to feel him mounting her as a stallion mounts a mare—careless and rough, replacing her tail with his masterful cock?

Comnar pointed to the spot where he wanted Versal and Edera. “There, if you please. Filly Edera, on your haunches like a good mare next to your master’s right leg. Versal, your hand on her head, gently stroking to show your approval, as you would with your favorite mount. Indeed, Edera here will soon be your favorite mount, I assure you.”

Gad and Hednar had interrupted the progress of the wash-down, knowing that the emperor liked to make each of his instructions the center of attention whenever he took charge of a scene in the life of the imperial stables. Now, the emperor turned his attention back to them and nodded, and the boys moved forward to get the curvaceous Melisan, with the lovely black hair and the heavy breasts that brushed against her arms even when she stood with her hands bound to her side.

They stood in front of her, holding their buckets, in which soaked the big sponges that came from the harbor of Maq itself. Gad said, “Alright, sweetheart, middle of the floor now.”

To this point in their training, though, the boys’ cocks, hard and threatening, hadn’t been part of the proceedings, and now the difference made Melisan commit an infraction.

“Wh-what are… I mean—why are…”

Gad said, “I’m going to have to whip you for that, sweetheart. I’m sure you don’t want to make it worse by saying anything more and showing that you don’t remember the rule you learned yesterday.” Then he reached for her, and though she shrank back, Gad very soon had a firm grasp around her shoulders.

As Gad and Hednar together pulled Melisan into position for washing, Comnar glanced at Edera and Versal. The marshal had put his hand upon Edera’s hair as instructed, and now he stroked those beautiful, disheveled golden locks. While Comnar watched, Edera put her own hand up, tentatively, to touch Versal’s. Apparently startled, Versal looked down at his filly, but Edera’s attention had fixed itself on her friend’s coming punishment and whatever act, unknown to Edera but clearly shameful, and clearly involving men’s cocks, must follow. If Comnar had to guess, he would say that Edera’s breathing seemed to have quickened—in fear, or perhaps in arousal.

Melisan was whimpering and crying loudly, but she did so entirely wordlessly, showing that she did remember the rule that fillies must never speak unless a man addressed them.

“What a shame!” Master Morqan said. “Melisan, I expected better. Don’t make it worse than it already is, filly!”

The boys put her on her knees in the center of the floor, between the two posts that had the cross-ties hanging from them. Master Morqan got the collar on the right cross-tie and put it around Melisan’s neck. Then he got the left cross-tie and hooked it onto the collar at the left side, so that Melisan could not move away from her wash-down. He buckled the wristlets that hung from the lower cross-ties on the same posts around her wrists, spreading her arms and holding them fast so that she could not disturb the stable boys’ proceedings: either their chore or their compensating pleasure.

Then Gad brought his quirt down hard, three times, upon Melisan’s bottom, in a businesslike way, as she shrieked in pain. “I’m sorry I had to do that, sweetheart,” the boy said, “but you’re going to have to learn. Now when I put my cock in your mouth, don’t make a fuss.”

“Goodman Versal,” said the emperor, “observe closely, please. The boys will not force this new filly’s mouth. The training of my stables is gentler than that.”

The emperor had chosen his and Versal’s position so that they could see Melisan in profile, bound between the posts. Gad moved so that he stood in front of the girl, holding his cock in his right hand, showing it to her, rubbing it gently to keep himself hard for his filly. Melisan, of course, shook her head at the sight, her face a mask of woe and disgust.

“Filly Edera,” Comnar called. “Do you think your friend filly Melisan has ever had a cock in her mouth?”

They had learned that Sir Lennar had had both Melisan and Alira, but Comnar had also discovered that Sir Lennar did not know how to ride a girl properly. It seemed unlikely that he had made Melisan pleasure him with her mouth. He suspected that Alira, though, like Edera, had the lusts of a true filly: Comnar guessed that she had sucked Sir Lennar’s cock of her own accord, to show him how dirty she could be. He glanced at her, where she waited her turn for washing down, on her haunches against the far wall. He thought he could detect a flush of arousal and… yes, the girl was definitely rocking a bit to ease the warmth of her cunt.

The emperor intended to put Alira’s lewdness to a serious test very soon: not only did he love to discover a true filly, but he also had a predilection for subjecting his smaller fillies to large ordeals, and he also liked to see the way married women, when he took them as fillies, responded differently, being used as they were to the conventional sort of fucking it seemed was all the vast majority of husbands ever dared to demand. And Alira had already shown her dissatisfaction with that, taking Sir Lennar as a lover when he had belonged in a sense to Melisan. Comnar smiled, thinking of what he planned to arrange for Edera’s companions and their toy knight in the arena. Maidenly Adilan, too, would of course be made to participate. A honeymoon night for two filly-girls with a toy soldier, and with another, more experienced girl made to attend her friends and watch them mounted: so much to which to look forward.

“N-no, your imperial majesty,” Edera said timidly.

Still holding his cock in his right hand, handsome Gad, blond-haired and blue-eyed, stroked Melisan’s cheek, and then cupped her chin, not trying to stop her from shaking her head and not forcing her to open her mouth.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he said. Then he nodded to Hednar, and the brown-haired lad, a little taller than his slightly older fellow stable boy, began to wash Melisan down. With the sponge, dipped in water warmed on the hearth of the lads’ quarters upstairs and soaped with a delicate fragrant lather renowned for aphrodisiac powers, Hednar gently soothed Melisan’s aching muscles and, of course, began to rouse her passion.

Wickedly the sponge lingered on her breasts. Still more wickedly, it went between the legs that the filly could not help opening, and stayed there. Her face still held gently in Gad’s big left hand, Melisan began to breathe in short pants. To his left, Comnar could hear that Edera’s breath had quickened, too.

Hednar soaped Melisan’s bottom, and the Amidian girl moaned. Hednar returned to her cunt, and she cried out with pleasure. Then, suddenly, Hednar took the sponge away.

Master Morqan, watching with satisfaction, said. “Filly Melisan, you must not expect pleasure if you do not give it. Open that pretty mouth, now.”

Then Hednar stepped up again, but this time he began to spank Melisan with his big open hand, not very hard, but enough to make her yelp a little. Once on the right. Twice on the left.

Melisan opened her mouth and Gad sheathed himself inside, very gently. The posts and the ties were perfectly arranged for the boys to fuck fillies’ faces with abandon when they chose, but Morqan had taught them that a filly always gives more pleasure when she is brought along slowly and gently, and so for Melisan’s first wash-down, Gad did most of the work with his own hand, only making Melisan take him inside shallowly and briefly, carefully teaching her about a girl’s service to a man’s cock without frightening her, and praising her continually.

“There you go, sweetheart. Sweet filly, oh, yes. Oh, that’s nice. Yes—you like cock, don’t you, Melisan? That’s it. Here I come. Get ready, sweetheart. Watch me come, now. I’ll put it on your nice big breasts so you can see.”

And he did—and then Hednar cleaned her up. When Melisan had accepted Gad’s cock in her mouth, Hednar had begun again soothing her cunt with the sponge from below and behind until, just after Gad had shot his seed onto her breasts, she had a sweet little climax. Together the boys loosed her from the ties. The girl’s eyes were wide, as if she could not quite understand what had just happened, but she had a little smile on her face—Comnar could see that she already took a certain pride in having pleased the stable boys.

They wrapped Melisan in a big fluffy horse blanket of the soft stuff that came from south of the empire, to dry her, and sent her to sit on her haunches on the opposite side of the stable. Then they went to get Alira. Oh, what a true filly: she didn’t even need the cross-ties between the posts, though of course they fastened her in them. With a look of mingled shame and gratitude, she took Hednar in her mouth.