Allegria was both pleased she had been accepted and passed the Moradelli’s tests, but she was also scared and uncertain. How often would she see Furio now? How would the Moradelli’s treat her? Somehow she sensed she was in for a very interesting road, both hard and yet arousing.
Valerio had taken her out of harness, and then allowed her to get dressed again. Now it was only Luciano, Furio, Val and Allegria that sat on the bleachers. Lena had led the blonde ponygirl Ribelle back to where ever the stalls were.
Valerio had a folder with many papers in it, and Sarah could see her ponygirl name “ALLEGRIA” on it. Inside was already her medical info that Furio had bought with them.
To make matters worse it now seemed that Luciano and Furio were back to talking exclusively in rapid-fire Italian, with Valerio writing down things on a form. Apparently everything from her food to be fed to her, to she guessed, whatever training Furio wanted her to have. A few times she would try to look into Furio’s eyes but he was concentrating exclusively on Luciano and Valerio now. She could see that dark look shadowed in his eyes and was certain the assassins were weighing heavily on his mind. She hoped and prayed that whatever happened, Furio would be safe and come back to her.
Finally after nearly half an hour Val got up and departed, leaving just herself, Furio and Luciano. “Don’t look so sad, eh?” Luciano interrupted her thoughts, for her eyes must have looked worried. “We will take good care of you here. In a few moments a groom will come for you, and from that moment on, as I said earlier, only Allegria will exist. Rules will be explained to you shortly.” He reached over and patted her reassuringly on the shoulder, and then the old man got up, gave Furio a brief hug and he also departed.
“You did good.” Furio said after Luciano had left. “I am so very proud of you. Now you are safe. Remember what we talked about.” He paused and pulled out a cube of sugar which he gently placed against her lips. “No eat it yet.” He said as she took the cube of sugar and held it demurely in her lips. Furio reached over and his strong mouth closed arousingly around hers, his lips and tongue caressing her lips and tongue as the sweet sugar melted around them, making the kiss sweet and special between them.
Her heart was pounding with lust and want of Furio, he had gotten her totally aroused and already she was missing him even though he was in front of her. “I will miss you, and be back soon. You no worry, eh.” He glanced around, always wary, reminding her much of how she first remembered seeing him so many weeks ago. He turned back to her and gently caressed her cheek as she moved over and buried her head against his chest breathing in deeply of the comforting scent of him, feeling the strength of him against her.
“Be safe Furio,” She whispered softly into his chest. “For I cannot imagine you not in my life now.”
“I will my little mare, I will.” He kissed her head and then abruptly stood up.
She glanced up and saw the rangy, tall blonde man who had been training the horse earlier now entering into the room. He was carrying another halter meant for her.
She glanced at once at Furio, and he simply patted her and then with a quick, “You listen to them Allegria. You be good cavallo.” He simply turned quickly and walked out without even so much as a hello to the groom.
The groom was taller even than Furio, probably close to around 6’6. He looked to be around 29, had hard muscles on him, soft blue eyes and light blonde hair that hung in a roguish way across his forehead.
“Alright mare,” He spoke with a distinct southern drawl, “I’m Daniel the head groom and supervisor of the stables. You be good for me, and we’ll get along just fine.” He moved in and deftly put the halter on her and a lead rope and then scooping up the folder began leading her towards the same door that Ribelle had been lead through earlier. “Allegria?” he stumbled over the name on her folder a moment, “Why is it the Moradelli’s gotta rename all the dang horses in here with those damn Italian names. Whatever happened to good ol’ easy to pronounce names?”
The next hour would be remembered forever in her mind as something like a boot camp. First Daniel had her read a 4 page document that basically said she was giving up all rights, and would indeed behave as a horse and follow the Moradelli’s training programs. It had a set of rules that she had to initial by every one. The rules basically said she was not allowed to talk anymore at all, that she would be acting and living as a horse for 24/7. It detailed what the infractions were for punishment- First a whipping, second infraction time in solitary with more corporal punishment, and a 3rd infraction meant she was expelled from the Moradelli’s training center.
She shuddered as she read the last two lines. The first line said that Furio had okayed the Moradelli’s to use her in anyway they wanted, including everything from being put to work as a horse here on the Stables, to allowing other/visiting Masters or Mistresses to ride her, and that the Moradelli’s only (Valerio, Lena, Luciano or Daniel) had explicit permission to use her sexually if they wanted to as well.
The second paragraph had a section on branding and piercings, and Furio had given his desire/permission for her to have her nipples pierced, as well as his brand to be branded onto her once he gave one to the Moradelli’s to use.
Daniel seemed to chuckle darkly as he watched her read the last two paragraphs and shudder. “Not to worry lil’ mare, we got us a really good veterinarian and brander for our human ponies.” After she finished signing her life away he took the sheets of paper out of her hand then added with a slight drawl, “Besides, I hear you are actually one hell of a riding pony. Not many women can hold me, might be nice to see if you can. Maybe I will cum all over that sweet back of yours and fuck you afterwards too.”
She figured the best defense was to say nothing at all, and to control her emotions as best she could. After all, according to the rules and to Daniel, she was not allowed to speak at all now, unless someone gave her specific permission to speak.
“Ok darlin’,” he mused as he half hauled her up out of the chair she had been sitting on, “now comes the fun part. Fun for me, not so very fun for you.”
She was led into what looked like a large shower stall (big enough for a real horse) with several troughs in the cement near the edges. Daniel roughly tied her lead rope high overhead to an “O” ring and then stripped off all her clothing.
First the large groom slathered some hair removing cream all over her body including removing all the hair from around her pussy. After that, he brought out two large bottles, one a medicated enema and one a medicated douche. “Time to clean you out inside and out.” He chuckled. She was totally embarrassed as he flushed out her insides and she expelled her wastes there on the cement floor, just like a horse. It didn’t seem to phase the large groom one bit. After that he took a bucket with some kind of chemical in it and dumped it over her, soaking her in icy water from heat to toe. “Just a little something to ensure yer not bringing any unwanted guests with ya; like fleas, lice or whatnot.” He seemed to grin at her discomfort as he then let her marinate in this chemical bath for a few minutes as he used a hose to spray away her wastes, down the troughs.
Finally he turned on some warm water and proceeded to clean her thoroughly using some kind of coconut scented shampoo and soap. He scrubbed at her skin with a thick bristled brush until she was as pink as a cherry. Even her mouth was tended to, as he used an electric toothbrush to brush her teeth himself.
Several times during the whole ordeal, especially when he was bathing her, the large groom would begin fondling her soapy breasts, or thrust his fingers into her pussy groping feels from her. At first, she just endured it, shocked and exhausted over this whole day, her mind still numb from all that had happened over the last 24 hours. But finally as her patience wore thin she began to kick and snap at him, wishing he would just finish up.
One of his large hands came down hard on her ass with a resounding slap! “Oh, I like ‘em feisty!” he drawled with a smirk. “I also like breaking the feisty ones as well.” He roughly grabbed her halter and slapped her 5 more times hard on her ass. She squealed in pain and fear, Furio had never been so heavy handed with her! “You gonna settle down bitch, or do you want me to slap you silly?!?” he growled.
She stood there trembling now, panting, her eyes rolled back in fear. With her head yanked up high to the “O” ring above, and the strength of this Daniel holding onto her halter she was going nowhere and had no more want of his heavy handedness. This time she dare not make any moves as he groped whatever he wanted to on her. Apparently once she was behaving he seemed to lose interest in bothering her, it seemed he must have a bit of a sadistic streak in him. After the bath he nimbly cut her toe nails and fingernails as short as possible, and she didn’t dare move or fight while he was wielding the razor sharp cutting instruments. Finally he toweled dried her off.
“There darlin’,” he stood back and examined his work, “All nice and cleaned up.” He now unhooked her from the restraints up above and led her back down the hallway and down into the main area where the stalls for the human horses were.
As soon as she walked down the aisle she already could see the blonde head of Ribelle squeal in anger behind the metal bars of her stall door and kick the wooden stall over and over, her teeth bared. “Knock it off bitch!” Daniel growled at Ribelle, “You’re next when I’m done with the new one; Val said you pissed him off. You got 20 lashes coming from me shortly, so I suggest you don’t make it worse!”
The large groom hooked Allegria up between two cross ties in the aisle and she was shocked to find out how absolutely perfect this whole human stable was. Everything that was on a regular horse farm was here, but built for human pony needs. Across from here she saw a tall woman with long dark hair and olive skin look out over here stall and whinny once, another female whinny answered from somewhere down the line and then there was suddenly a commotion at the far end of the stalls. She could barely make out the form of a huge well muscled bald headed male as he crashed against the stall, his voice like a stallions roar. Daniel finished hooking her up and then strode off down to the end of the stalls and grabbed a large buggy whip which he crashed into the door. “Don’t make me come in there and hurt you, Torello!” even though the human stallion was well muscled, Daniel still towered over him. “This one is not here to be bred to you, so chill out.”
As the groom was dealing with the ponyboy, Allegria heard a soft snort to her right. She turned and saw a small well muscled Asian woman who was barely five feet tall. She had lovely long hair in intricate braids and strikingly sensuous eyes. The girls head had come up over the tall stable door as she seemed to be reaching out with her face towards Allegria with soft, almost soothing snorts. As someone who had worked with horses all her life, Allegria recognized the snorts, they were almost a way a horse greeted another horse. She was amazed exactly how well these women and man acted as true horses.
Slowly Allegria warily reached out with her own face and the two women gently touched noses, blowing softly on one another’s cheek, the Asian woman began to gently caress Allegria’s cheek with gentle little nibbles and kisses.
“Ok, Ok, Falla, you can meet the new one later.” Daniel’s voice startled Allegria out of her greeting. Daniel now turned to the pretty Asian ponygirl and held his hand out, “How about a kiss for me, little one.” His voice was soothing.
Falla nuzzled against his huge hand kissing and nibbling him the way Allegria would do to Furio, she could see a demure look of happiness in the woman’s eyes. Obviously she seemed smitten by the large Supervisor of the stables. Daniel caressed her cheek warmly and slipped her some sort of treat from the pocket of his overalls.
He then turned back to Allegria and took hold of her halter close to her cheek. “Pay attention beasts.” The groom called out, “This here is your new stall mate, Allegria.” He now turned Allegria’s head to wherever he wanted, “You just met Farfalla, but we all call her Falla for short.” He nodded with his chin towards the demure Asian girl, “You met Ribelle from earlier,” me motioned to the far stall with the bad tempered blonde woman, “Ribelle is Italian for Rebel and woo wee, is that girl rebellious.” He chuckled a moment, then turned her head towards the tall, leggy olive skinned girl with the long dark hair, “That is Lucciola, and way on the end is Torello our resident Stallion.” Daniel now turned loose of Allegria’s halter as he began to busy himself at a tack box grabbing some items.
Allegria began to calm down and glanced around truly absorbing what she saw. Each stall had the names of the resident inside, where they were from or who their owners were, and had a schedule tacked up on each door, just as a true training stable would. Everything from ‘Breed of horse’ to an exercise/training schedule, and dietary requirements. Allegria quietly glanced over at Falla’s door. It read “Name: Butterfly –Farfalla. Breed- Dales Pony. Owner/House: House Carpathia”
Her attention was quickly turned back to the hulking blonde ranch hand as he was now using a measuring tape and taking all kinds of measurements from nearly everyplace on her body. After that she was unhooked, let to a scale where she was weighed, and a measurement taken of her mouth and teeth size.
“You been pretty good so far Allegria...” The groom reached into his pocket and pulled out a few raisins, “Here ya go.” He held them on the flat of his large palm and she quickly but gently scooped them up. “Atta girl.” He stroked her hair and allowed one of his hands to linger on her breast. She didn’t flinch instead preferring to not anger him, and besides that she was exhausted now. All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep for a long time. It occurred to her as she was chewing the raisins that all the ponygirls where totally naked in here, as well as the stallion. The inside of this barn was a comfortable 70 degrees, and she had noticed several video cameras’ here and there, just like most expensive barns had.
“Ok, I’ve tortured you enough for today, time to put you up and let you rest.” He took hold of her halter and led her to a stall that was between Falla and Ribelle. “Yer new home, have a look-see.”
She glanced down at the doorway, just like on every other stall there was a fresh name card, hers read: “Name- Allegria. Breed: Percheron. Owner/House: Master Giunta.”
Before she could read anymore he slid the stall door open and moved her inside. Unlike a true horses stall, this one was outfitted a bit differently. The cement floor had some kind of rubber/anti skid padding on the bottom, at the far corner was a small mattress with a small pillow and a thin but fresh cotton blanket. There were several strong eyebolts and “O” rings attached here and there at various heights, in another corner was an automatic water bucket and a small plastic feed tub, identical to what she had seen in real horse farms. At the back of the stall was another trough and a roll of toilet paper.
“If you gotta go, you squat over there in that trough, just like an animal,” Daniel nodded with a smirk, “it gets flushed out in morning when we clean. Don’t give me any problems and be messy. You make my job nice and smooth and I make your stay smooth, simple as that.” He unhooked her halter and turned her loose in the stall. Wearily she walked inside and headed to the far corner where the bed was. Daniel slid the door closed with a resounded thud that reminded her very much of a jail cell being shut.
For a few minutes she simply lay on the bed, exhausted, the overhead lighting bright and annoying. She heard the other human ponies now getting excited about something, fidgeting and whinnying like real horses, and she could hear someone walking down the length of the stables dropping something into the feed tubs. ‘Dinner must be coming’, she wearily thought. She didn’t know which was more intense, her hunger or her exhaustion, somehow she didn’t think there was going to be any wonderful Italian cooking like Furio did.
As if confirming her suspicions she saw a small but handsome man glance inside, he spoke something in Spanish a few moments then turned back to her, “Wake, wake my drafter. You get your dinner, eh?” he chuckled and poured a scoop of something into her feed tub. “And you be a good girl and eat your supplements, don’t make me have to force them down your throat.” His eyes flashed with a rather dark but aroused look. The fellow reminded her of Antonio Banderas, both in his accent and his looks. “I’ve got a hot date tonight and I don’t need to be wrestling down some ponygirl and forcing pills down her throat, so you make my job nice and easy.” He moved off to the next stall where Ribelle actually came over and began to try and nudge the man.
“Ah my little fiero yegua,” he chided her lightly in Spanish and then caressed her blonde hair, for several minutes he crooned to her and Ribelle seemed to truly like and trust the man.
Allegria’s heart ached a moment as she remembered Furio and his accent, the way his hands would caress her face, her body…She glanced down and saw what looked like trail mix. About one cup of granola with raisins, peanuts, some type of soy nuts, some dried fruit pieces and then about 4 different capsules of vitamins or whatever natural supplements they were giving her. She glanced over a moment and saw Falla eating from the food basin as a horse with just her mouth, keeping her hands at her side. Ribelle was eating the same way. She looked again at Falla with a sigh, and Falla looked up as if sensing Allegria’s dilemma. With a shy smile, Falla picked up one of the large pills she had also, in her mouth then swung her head over to her water bucket and swallowed.
Allegria did the same, picking up each pill in her mouth and then drinking huge gulps of water to wash them down. She then finished off her light meal and stood there listening. The sounds in here sounded exactly like all the other stables she had worked at. There was the sounds of crunching as several of the ponygirls or the stallion were finishing their meals, there was a radio on in here somewhere that was playing softly some classical music, there were the sounds of the Spanish man finishing up the feeding and then going down the aisle and marking off something on the various cards, somewhere in the distance, in another part of the barn was the sound of a real horse whinnying excitedly, and a few others joining in. From the end of her barn here, Torello gave his own short reply and then she heard the sound of someone relieving themselves in the trough.
None of the human ponies talked, although she noticed that Lucciola and Torello often nuzzled, chortled and caressed one another between the bars of their stall with their lips and cheeks. Falla came over after eating and relieving herself and again made some soft sounds of greeting and Allegria wearily walked over and let Falla’s lips play across her cheek and neck. It wasn’t a sexual thing so much as a comfort gesture; she had seen real horses do this, almost as if soothing one another. She returned the gesture briefly and was slightly surprised when Falla reached over and then did kiss her full on the lips, her tongue thrusting into Allegria’s mouth. Then with a demure glance, Falla backed up and pushed her bed over towards the wall that Allegria’s bed was at and lay down.
“Lights out caballos!” the Antonio Banderas groom called out, and the harsh overhead lights snapped off one by one, until just some softer night lights were on, in the far corners. The classical music was switched off, and here and there Allegria could hear the various other human horses settling down into their mattresses for the nights. She was so exhausted and worn out both physically and mentally that she was asleep within minutes.