Blaze heard a commotion outside her stable door. She looked over and saw Patty smiling at her. Opening the door, the other woman came in. She had with her a sleeping bag and air mattress.
Tossing the bag and her pack into a corner, she went over and opened the full length door, which led to the fenced paddock. Pete and two other men were standing nearby. “Go ahead and get started. Once you have it installed, come and get me Pete.”
“Let’s go Blaze. We’re going to do an extra session at the grooming station.”
Once they reached the large grooming section, Patty led her towards the back where the clipping was done. Instead of Francoise, another man waited by the chair.
“Hello Patty. What are we doing with this one?”
Blaze didn’t feel comfortable with the older man’s tone.
“All Mac said was a little shorter, to be more comfortable for racing.”
“Will do,” he nodded. Once she was seated and strapped in, he began. Since all she had was the wide strip in the middle—the sides were regularly treated with hair remover cream, as were her arms, legs and pussy—it didn’t take long to trim her hair.
She was therefore surprised when he began to section her hair.
“Oops, I forgot something from my curry kit. I’ll be right back,” Patty called out as she ran from the room.
Soon red hairs were flying everywhere. He combed and buzzed. Combed and buzzed shorter and shorter.
Patty cried out when she reentered the room. “Oh my God, Joe! What did you do?”
For the first time Blaze whinnied in surprise. She had closed her eyes…
“You said short,” Joe explained. “This is how short I always cut for the racing ponies.”
Patty groaned loudly. This was a disaster. She walked over and forced herself to touch the short mane. It was now about half an inch in front and lengthening to three-fourths only when you reached the crown. From there it only got to one inch at the bottom, except for the long hairs at the nape, which could still be plaited into a thin tail. Mac was going to kill her. he loved Blaze’s man. He was always running his fingers through it.
“Damn it!” she cursed as she forced herself to touch it.
The hairs were crisp and standing straight up without the benefit of gel. She couldn't grab hold of even a little with her thumb and forefinger. It was as short as they cut the studs and the geldings’ hair.
Then she saw the tears on Blaze’s cheeks.
“Oh don’t worry, Blaze. Mac will love it!” She rubbed her palm over the flat top which she saw was perfectly straight. She loved the way it rippled underneath. Repeating the action a few more times, she stopped when she saw Blaze’s reaction.
The filly was squirming in the chair.
Patty smiled internally. Perhaps this could turn out positively after all. It seemed the pretty pony had an unknown pleasure point. “Go ahead and finish, Joe. It’s too late to turn back now.”
Joe worked diligently to make it the best haircut ever. Unnecessarily he added at the end. “It should be cut every five to seven days to keep it from getting straggly.”
“All right, Joe. Sorry for jumping down your throat. Come on Blaze.”
Patty led her to a bathing spot. Tethering her to the ring in the floor, she got started with a daily ritual, talking as she worked.
“It’s just the two of us, so to speak, for the next four days, and three nights. A mini vacation, sort of,” she added, laughing.
“You saw my sleeping bag,” she paused as Blaze nodded. “I’m bunking with you for three nights. It will be like a slumber party—girls only. Mac and Master William have gone out of town on business. Rumor has it they are going for more than just a race at another stables.”
Blaze frowned, wondering what could be going on.
“Some of the other stable hands were talking their might be some new ponies coming. They were all excited but I don’t want anything to happen where they’d split us up.”
Blaze met the other woman’s gaze. She felt the same way. Other than the stay at the hospital, Patty had cared for her. She didn’t want anyone else, unless it was Mac. She loved his touch—
“I thought we could see the rest of the farm. There are lots of things you’ve never gotten to see. I know you’d find them interesting.”
Blaze nodded eagerly.
Blaze was running the paddock while Patty watched, sitting on the fence.
Patty was secretly timing her, even though she had not instructed her trying harder, or keeping an even pace. She was just curious…
“Well, look at the prize pony!”
Patty whipped her head around, surprised that anyone had come over the secluded paddock. “Hello, Mistress Elaine,” she greeted the other woman as she’d been instructed.
Elaine inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement. “I was up at the house, but the butler says he isn’t home. I couldn't get anymore out of him. Where is William?”
Patty knew better than to lie or play games with the auburn haired woman. She was known for her cruel streak. “He is gone for a few days to the races at the Longhallow Stables.”
Elaine let her frustration show by speaking her mind. “Damn! He said he wasn’t going last weekend.”
Patty shrugged. “Something must have come up, you know, unexpectedly,” she added. Of course she’d known for two weeks about the trip, but that was none of the other woman’s business, she figured. Shifting, she slipped the pocket watch into her pants.
Blaze had seen the company and slowed to a stop, walking over. Wearing her workout leathers, there was nothing hidden.
Elaine looked her over, disdain evident on her face. “Oops, who gave you the hatchet job? William will hate that cut on the pony’s mane, Patty. It almost looks like an army regulation haircut. No wait! I know—it’s a flattop!”
Blaze stomped the ground.
Patty knew she wasn’t happy. She didn’t know of a good way to make the other woman go away. Then it hit her. “Well, we need to get back to our exercise circuit. If you want to leave a message, I’ll be happy to tell Master William when he returns.”
Elaine frowned. “No,” she paused and lightly caressed her auburn hair, pulled into an elegant chignon at the base of her neck. “And it’s really too sad about your hair.” She knew she was dealing with pony as if she were a woman, but something about this one set her teeth on edge. William paid entirely too much attention to this piece of pony-girl flesh in her opinion. She turned on her high heel and walked away.
Patty walked over to Blaze who had dropped down on the soft grass to rest. Reaching down, she rubbed the recently discussed hair. Immediately she felt the response she’d anticipated, and continued stroking for at least a minute. “I hate her too,” she finally said softly. “Other than a nice ass, I don’t see what Master William sees in her.”
Blaze neighed in laughter, quite agreeing with the young pony handler’s opinion.
First “vacation” day
They both slept in late, which was just as well since they stayed up late. Patty had brought in a small television, which was able to use the satellite dish on the house through its wireless circuitry. A little popcorn and a few sips of soda she shared with Blaze while they watched anything and everything the little television could pull in.
After a leisurely clean up, breakfast and workout, Patty took Blaze back to the original stables, near the track. Together they watched other ponies, girls and a few geldings, being cared for and exercised. Blaze stared wide-eyed because she’d never spent time with other ponies, other than the brief exercise one day. Now she saw she was not alone here, barring Domino and Rose.
Everywhere she looked she saw ponies, most of who were tattooed as she now was. Most she didn’t close enough to tell what it was, but Patty knew them all, mentioning some by name as they saw one or two scattered about.
Patty kept Blaze reins looped around her hand and wrist securely, every place they stopped.
Blaze showed her surprise when she saw the full-size indoor race track.
“It is used for bad weather. Accidents happen in the mud, although Mac likes to do a little practice in inclement weather. Like he says, ‘you can’t control the weather, even when you want to.’ Of course, I don’t mind working in the rain,” Patty added, shrugging. “I used to love those buggy rides we took.”
Blaze nodded her head. She had enjoyed them very much.
“Let’s go check out the barn on the far side.”
They walked for thirty minutes to reach this barn.
Blaze gazed in amazement at the huge white edifice she’d never seen a glimpse of, not even from her paddock at the far end. It was well concealed from prying eyes, and possible accidental contact. The door had a number pad access panel, the same as her outside door now had.
Pete had come inside after it was installed yesterday and explained how it worked. Patty had the code, as did William and Mac. There were also keys for emergency access, but only three. Patty wore hers on a chain around her neck.
Inside the big barn, which was as clean as the hospital she’d been in, there was activity everywhere. Past the front office, where she could hear a phone ringing, they continued down a hallway. Opening a door, Patty led the way inside.
“This is the preparation room, where the mare, or the pony girl is cleaned prior to the procedure.”
It looked like the cleansing stalls and rooms she’d seen previously, except it was very clean.
“An entirely separate staff works here.” Patty motioned for them to go on.
There were some other places, Blaze couldn't recall all the names.
“Anything going on today, Tony?” Patty asked a young man who passed them.
“Yeah, Ulysses is going cover a lodger we got in last week from up north.”
“Super! What time?” Patty asked, nodding to Blaze.
“You’ll have to sneak in. it’s an older, first time mare and she is real nervous. In fact, follow me now and I’ll sneak you in where you’ll be able to see everything. But you’ll have to be real quiet.” He looked from Patty to Blaze. Once both nodded, he gestured for them to proceed.
Blaze was surprised to find herself in a glass enclosure, raised up off the ground by approximately four feet. In the center of the room, which looked more like a surgical suite than a stable, was a padded stand. She didn’t have too long to wonder what it was.
Doors opened and a pony girl, who looked to be in her thirties or so, was led into the room. A secured hood blinded her to her surroundings.
“She can’t hear either,” Patty whispered to Blaze.
Placed across the padded bench, the woman was bent over. The narrowness of the body rest allowed her breasts to hang down. Her arms were pulled forward and tied around another person. This person leaned over to whisper something to the woman.
“That person is someone who knows the mare and reassures her. Now her waist and legs are bound to the table. It is pretty sturdy.”
The woman struggled a little, possibly just from nerves.
“I don’t know about this mare, but Mac usually teases his mares. That means he puts another stallion near them to see if she presents, or offers herself to him for mating. If she is in heat, just about always she’ll be inviting the big stud in.” Patty smiled when Blaze flushed pink. She was looking forward to when Blaze would be bred. It would be a new and exciting time, for them both. And she would like to help care for Blaze’s foal, filly or colt.
A loud noise drew their attention. From the side a truly big black man was led forward by three pony handlers. His bald head shown brightly as did his muscular body as he moved towards the waiting mare.
As if she smelled him, she reared against her ties. Her handler leaned over, whispering to her, stroking her shoulder.
Blaze heard Patty gasp beside her. Obviously the petite handler agreed about the stallion’s impressive physique.
“Wow! That is one well hung pony!”
Blaze whinnied softly, feeling fearsome rather than aroused.
“He’s been stimulated prior to his entrance. There is a room just off this one where they have one or two mares that use their mouth to get him to fever pitch. For at least a week, he wears a restrictive chastity belt of sorts to save up everything for the fertilization.”
Blaze moved uneasily, shifting her hooves.
Patty nodded. “Yeah, me too. It looks like she wants it too. She is wiggling her butt as much as those straps will let her anyway. A friend of mine, who words here, says the mare is usually stimulated with a vibrator for a long time before coming in here.”
Blaze lifted her eyebrows, wondering if she orgasmed the whole time.
As if Patty read her mind she shook her head. “They bring her to the edge, but won’t let her come, unless she does by accident. I guess old wives’ tale is that orgasm while breeding ensures success.”
Neither spoke as the stallion was brought close to the mare’s hind quarters. Impersonal on some level, yet every person there was deeply affected seeing the two mating so fiercely, struggling to get closer.
The mare orgasmed and her body stiffened.
The stallion pushed deeper into her body, shoving, wiggling to bury his cock as deeply as he could into the mare and fill her with his seed. His muscles quivered in reaction as he stood perfectly still in the aftermath of his climax.
It seemed as if a long time passed before anyone moved.
The woman slumped, all resistance and energy gone from her body.
The stallion stepped back and his manhood slid from the mare’s wet channel. Cum dripped to the floor as the tall black man was led from the room.
No one had yet to say a word and everything had gone like clockwork.
Quickly and efficiently the woman was released from the straps and placed supine on a gurney. A forty-five degree wedge was placed under her buttocks, elevating them.
“That’s to make sure as much of the baby-making stuff stays where it will do the most good.” She turned and opened the door. “Let’s go and see the rest of the place.”
Patty showed her the long corridor where stall after stall housed a mare at some stage of pregnancy. With the half doors, it was easy to see the mares, usually lounging on their mattress. Bulging bellies and burgeoning breasts in so many shapes and sizes it would confuse the mind.
At the far end of the building, away from the mares, was a smaller area which housed the prized stallions. Here were more traditional pony stables and the smell of the clean hay was sweet. Patty stopped at each one, taking a long look inside to see if anyone was home. Unfortunately, in her opinion, they were all out!
They had one more stop.
Patty was quite bubbly about it. “This is my favorite section. Now we have to be real quiet,” she added, leading the way.
Down this hall, each stall had the same half door, except the top half was glass. There was also a glass window two feet down. Inside the stall, just below the window was a bassinette, or a small baby bed. Here there were infants of different sizes.
Blaze counted five total. She wanted to linger but Patty shook her head.
“We can’t linger. Everybody loves to look at the babies, but some like to watch the mares nursing. There are a couple of milkers—” Patty broke off seeing the surprised look on the pony’s face. “Come on.”
They left the breeding barn for one a little farther away. Inside it was pristine clean. There were ten stalls and each one appeared to be occupied. A soft bell sounded while they were there. Each door opened and all the mares exited and made for a room at the far end of the hall.
Blaze knew her mouth dropped open. She’d never seen breasts as large as these women had.
In the room at the far end of the hallway, benches lined each side of the room. The women were bent over the leather padding. And opening allowed their breasts to drop through while supporting their shoulders and arms. From below, a handler attached an electric milk pump to each breast. Suction held the cups in place and soon milk was flowing down the tube into a sterile container.
“Sometimes they get special requests and they let a guest milk one of the mares. A couple of the mares, if they like the guy, will let him suck. I heard one guy pays a lot of money to be able to come here and do it.” Patty shrugged. “Let’s head back. We need to get another work out in today.”
To be continued...