Blazing a New Path - VI

by Almyn
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Month 11

Every day for the last month Blaze had raced around the track at least twice a day pulling Mac in the sulky. She ran when no one was around the paddock behind the barn she was in. never before had she felt so wonderful.

A big part of her joy came from spending time with Mac. He took over her initial brushing and rubdown after each run. Several times he announced to Patty that he would take care of Blaze’s bath for the end of the day.

The first time he had detected her surprise, which she couldn't keep hidden. His touch had been different, and she felt herself turning into him whenever she could. He spent a very long time washing her hair, which was now more of a disorderly mop, having grown in completely. No longer did it look like a Mohawk, but more of a long mullet, ending in a five inch braid.

He would first use the hose to rinse her all over, using warm water unless it was really hot outside. Then he would have her kneel down in front of his parted legs while he sat on the built in bench. Taking his time, he lathered her quite slowly, massaging her hair and scalp. Always he would rinse, and then repeat.

“Those are the directions, Blaze,” he told her each time, grinning. “Just following what the manufacturers recommend for optimum effects.”

Once that was done, Mac would work his way around her body, choosing different areas to spend extra time on. One day he had her bend forward and rest over a padded saw horse.

She was expecting the enema treatment but was surprised when all he did was soap and then spend the longest time massaging her thighs and ass cheeks. Only when her legs collapsed did he stop. Ignoring the wetness of her body, he set her on his lap and washed her breasts. Here he always lost track of what he was working on and his hand would drift down her tummy. His fingers would wiggle their way between her legs and he tweaked her clit. Each time her body jerked in response, he would back off and work on a non-erogenous zone.

The best time was always in the evening when he came to tuck her in for the night and set the alarm code. Taking the job literally, he insisted she lay down on her bed. Once she was settled, he would pull the covers away and begin to caress her breasts. Sometimes he talked to her about the business, other times not at all. Each night he stimulated her to climax until she was crying in response. He ended the time by pressing a kiss to each pierced nipple, sometimes teasing with a flick to the ring with his tongue.

“Goodnight,” he always whispered to her.

Sated, she drifted to sleep and dreamed wildly hot and erotic dreams about him. Never before had she slept so well, felt as rested or performed so well physically. Her world seemed perfect.

The Next Morning

Blaze watched the door eagerly, waiting for Mac to arrive. She couldn't believe how anxious she was to see him. Never before had she felt like this. Nothing about it made any sense. How could she feel like this when he had never made verbal overtures about love, relationship or commitment to her? Even more important was the fact that to entertain any thoughts about a relationship at this point was ridiculous. This was her life, her future. If Mac cared about her in the least, then he would never let her be treated like a brood mare, strapped down and impregnated against her will.

She lost track of how long she waited.

The door finally swung open.

Blaze hopped up, ready to greet Mac—her lover, her Master, her what?

Patty smiled at her. “Good morning, Blaze. Sorry I’m running a little late. We shouldn't have to wait in line for the bathing stall today. One good thing about oversleeping, right?”

Blaze neighed, confused as to what was going on. Surely after last night Mac would have come to greet her—

Patty put the basic bridle on after fitting her corset and hooves. “We’re heading to the primary barn this morning.”

Blaze went along, knowing she would be pulling the sulky no doubt once they were done. A good long drive was just what she needed she decided.

Stripped of everything, she was surprised to have her hands tied as they had the first day she had arrived.

“Patty! Mac just called the office. He needs you up at the house,” Pete said, standing at the door, looking in.

“I’ll go as soon as I finish,” Patty nodded, standing by the faucet to adjust the water.

Pete shook his head, looking over his shoulder as another female handler approached. “He said now, Patty, and for Rachel and me to finish.”

“Damn!” Patty cursed. “Okay. I’ll be back as fast as I can Blaze.”

Soon Blaze was suspended from a ceiling hook and bathed with cold water and stiff brush.

Pete made Rachel go over her skin twice with firm strokes until her skin was a bright pink. He sent the girl off to get an enema bag and used cold water from the faucet. There was no pity when she cried from the stomach cramping either.

Without any oil applied to soothe her skin, Pete announced they were done with the first part. Quickly she was dressed in a different corset, this one longer waisted, curving over her hipbones. It ended just below her breasts after forming two shelves. The back extended to her shoulders only as thin straps which crossed her chest, in between her breasts and fastening low on the sides of the leather binding. The color was a mahogany, with a rich deep undertone of burgundy, which accented her skin, which had nearly returned to its normal hue.

Her arms were strapped back after slipping into the long sheath like leather bindings. Her feet and calves to just above the knees were carefully footed with matching hoof boots. She didn’t struggle as this was all fairly usual to her, just new leathers.

Rachel took her reins, which were fitted to her shoulder straps since she wasn’t wearing a bridle.

Pete led the way.

Blaze recognized the room where she’d received her first haircut.

She baulked at having to do it again. Her hair had grown out all over and didn’t look too unusual anymore.

Pete wasted no time to snap her butt cheek with a riding crop. “Don’t give me any sass, pony slut. Get in the chair!”

As soon as she was seated, Rachel strapped her down.

She didn’t have to wait very long.

The barber entered.

Blaze didn’t recognize this one.

“What are we doing this morning?” the man asked quite affably. He ran his fingers through her hair.

“The usual mane cut, but shorter than usual. Leave the tail to grow some more of course, and treat the sides to slow the regrowth. We’re going for some coffee. We’ll be back in thirty minutes and fit her tail. Thanks Sam.” Pete slapped the barber on the back, signaling for Rachel to follow him.

Blaze saw the reluctance in the other woman’s eyes, but she obeyed Pete. As the barber picked up his comb, she sighed knowing there was no way out of getting another Mohawk this day. Her heart heavy with regret, she closed her eyes in defeat.

“You go right ahead and take a nap, little filly. I’ll adjust your head as I need.” Sam tousled her hair, humming under his breath.

After that she let herself drift knowing that fretting and worry would not do any could. Instead she practiced slow, deep breathing.

“Oh my God! What have you done Sam?” Patty’s scream awakened Blaze from her dozing state.

The tone in Patty’s voice made her nervous all over again.

Sam looked quite taken aback at the female handler’s words. “Mistress Elaine stopped in told me Master William wanted to try something knew with his female ponies.”

Patty was shaking her head. “Oh my God!”

“I have to finish, Patty. If I stop now, it will be an awful mess.” Sam explained, talking with his expressively.

Closing her eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, Patty nodded. “All right, go ahead. I’ll go call Mac.”

Blaze nervously sat in the chair while Sam resumed what he had been doing.

Five minutes later the door on the far wall flew open, banging against the wall.

Mac crossed the room, his stride close to running. His step faltered as he saw Blaze. For a moment he didn’t say anything as she looked up at him. With much difficulty, he kept his face as bland as possible and then smiled at her.

The Mohawk shape was back complete with the sides already smooth. The top though was currently curled on tiny pink curlers like the kind used in a traditional woman’s perm.

He had seen this done before a few times, but it was not something that he had every considered for his ponies, equine or human. With a heavy sigh he cursed the early morning caller who had delayed his arrival as he had planned to awaken Blaze. Instead he had been forced to call Patty and have her go the stable and take care of her. He had told her he had new leathers for her and to have them fitted to her and he would join them at the track.

Sam had paused in removing the small curlers to look at him. “Is something wrong, Mac? Mistress Elaine insisted that this was the new look Master William and you had decided on for all the fillies.”

Mac saw no reason to upset the middle-aged barber at this point. A quiet talk in his office would suffice in a day or two. With but a moments hesitation he nodded. “This will be the first, so we will decide after that. Uhm, how much longer?”

“I’ve already rinsed once, so I just need to do that for a few more minutes. Then I normally trim the mane short as planned.”

Mac nodded, trying to get past the knot in his throat. “Go ahead and do that. Let me see how long it is then.”

He walked a short distance away, looking at the blank wall. This was surely going to be a major roadblock to his plans. He had assumed with her hair appearing normal, a transition back to her world, should that be her decision would be an easier one. Looking like this was a six month commitment, or wear a wig—

“Here we are, Mac.”

Mac turned around and saw Sam was using a wide-toothed comb and pulling it through the super tight curls. When straightened, he guessed the hair might be an inch. Coiled in on itself, her hair stuck up less than half an inch in front, lengthening to about two inches at her crown. As she turned her head, he saw the longer hair down her back had also been curled. It formed about six ringlets approximately four inches long.

“Looks great, Sam,” Mac said quickly. He didn’t want any delay on his part to be interpreted as displeasure by Blaze. “Let’s wait before you cut anymore. Patty! Take Blaze out and finish getting her ready to drive, but use the cart today. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” Turning on his heel, he walked out before he lost his temper completely.

He ignored the several people who spoke to him, walking straight through the barn until he came out the front entrance. Here it was deserted.

“Damn! Damn it all to hell!” walking stiffly, he kicked up the gravel with his boots. Finally he pulled his cell phone from his shirt pocket. Dialing the abbreviated number, he impatiently listened to the ringing in his ear.

“Hello?”

“God damn it all William! That damned woman has struck out at Blaze again! If I see her before you do I will take a whip to her thick hide!”

“Calm down, Mac. What the hell is going on? Where are you?” William asked with true concern, not necessarily for Elaine but for Mac.

“I’m near the track. My plan was to spend the morning with Blaze—” he broke off as his anger threatened to overwhelm him again. “Damn it all William!”

“Tell me what’s happened, Mac. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on.”

The logic was undeniable—

“Somehow Elaine knew Blaze was in the barn down here. No, I don’t know how, nor do I know why Blaze was in the barber chair in the first place.” Mac paused, running one hand through the stubborn lock of hair that always fell forward onto his forehead whenever he was frustrated.

“Shit!” William muttered. “Say no more. You go driving with Blaze like you planned and I will sort this out. I’ll come down to the barn.”

Mac shook his head. “I should be the one to see this through.”

“This is what partners do, my friend, remember? We pinch hit for one another. Go and solve that other problem that is driving you crazy and I will take care of this. I’ll talk to you later.”

Mac closed the cell phone. He took a few deep breaths before turning to walk back to the track.

Blaze stomped the soft earth beneath her hooves. She was eager to run. The new leathers felt good and she had reminded herself that she’d never been a vain person before so why start now. After all, it was only a mane…

“Good job, Patty!” Mac called out as he approached the harnessed pony. He wanted to alert her to his presence.

“Mac! I am so sorry,” Patty said immediately.

“I understand. We’ll drop it for now. I’m going to take Blaze for a drive on one of the trails and William is coming to look into things. Just tell him everything as it happened. You have nothing to worry about, all right?” Mac added as he vaulted into the small, lightweight cart. He handled the reins carefully. “I trust you. We’ll be back later. I won’t put an exact time on it. I have my phone in case we need anything.”

He gave a soft click and gentle gesture of the reins. “Let’s go, beautiful!”

Blaze responded to his guidance, not sure where he wanted to go yet she trusted him to direct her correctly and safely.

To start, he only let her walk quickly. Since the trails were not completely familiar, he held her to a gentle jog for the next few miles. Finally when she was feeling the burn of the morning run, he slowed her down again.

As he pulled her to a stop, she saw they were beside a small pond. The beauty of the area was breathtaking in its natural splendor, rather like a small slice heaven on earth. Trying to calm her rapid respirations, she looked all around, almost rubber necking her head to see everything.

“Careful, Blaze, you’ll get a crick in your neck,” Mac told her as he came up beside her. Swiftly he released the harnessing, sliding free the reins. Guiding her free from the poles, he then turned her back to him. Without warning, he released her arms. Lightly he massaged her upper arms for a few moments. “I have water in the cart.”

He returned a few seconds later. “Let’s go over there,” he pointed to a bench placed near the water’s edge. With his hand resting on one of her elbow’s, he lightly steered her over, waiting for her to sit, which she did awkwardly.

“First of all, Sarah Jane, accept my apology about this morning. I let myself be distracted by a phone call,” he paused lifting his hand to lightly caress her cheek. “Believe me…I wanted to be the one to awaken you.”

Pouring the water into a plastic cup that came with the thermos, he offered it to her to hold. Seeing the confusion in her gaze, he lifted it to her mouth, holding it until she took a few swallows of the cold water. The surprise she felt at drinking really cold water for the first time in nearly a year was quite evident.

“I need to talk to you, Sarah Jane,” he went on, deliberately using her name.

Blaze shook her head in denial.

“Drink a little more. I’ll hold it until you can,” he offered. “I know this awkward, but nothing since you came here has really gone as I planned.” Abruptly he leapt to his feet, pacing a few steps away and then returning. “You could have gone all your life and never known this lifestyle existed. It was fate that brought us together, and a law you, like many others, are unaware of that provides for a stable equality between two co-existent realities.”

Mac came back and sat beside her. “God! Sweetheart I know this doesn’t make a lot of sense to you, but you have options. At the end of this month, if you choose, you can return to your previous life. Everything will be restored for you, as it was before.” He stopped as he saw her eyes widen.

Damn! Was that joy and hope he saw forming in her gaze?

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Maybe he should have approached the subject differently?

Blaze was touching his arm, drawing his attention. She was making a writing motion with her hands.

Mac immediately felt his pockets until he found a piece of paper he’d folded and shoved in one earlier. The pen was tucked in his upper shirt pocket. Holding them out to her, he spoke. “Take your time.”

Flexing her fingers, she accepted the tools.

Mac looked as she shakily formed only two letters. In a hushed tone, he spoke the word aloud. “Or. You mean as instead of returning home do you have other options?”

Go slow. Don’t rush her!

“Of course you have choices. I hesitate because I don’t want to unduly influence such an important decision.” He stopped as she quickly wrote something else, still only a few letters.

Reading, he saw a question mark, followed by the mathematical symbol for change, and lastly the word “mind.”

Feeling a sharp, stab in his chest, Mac took a deep breath again. This was his deepest worry. “You will always be able to change your mind. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I wanted to explain certain things, first.”

Blaze set the pen and paper on the bench beside her, nodding her head. Her grace of manner made him want to hug her tightly.

Instead he took a drink of water. “When you first came here, William and I had a preconceived plan. One of the things we could do was breed you one time. After that you would have been free to return,” he paused as he saw the fear on her face. “NO, no, of course you would have been able to take your child. And, historical statistics have shown that a large number of ponies, or rather mares, choose to stay. I’m not sure exactly,” guessing she would want to know this one. “But I can get a print out of the published stats, but the percentage is around ninety-five. That is a whole different range of options, of course.”

When he paused, Blaze made a motion with her fingers, showing a running, high step imitation. Mac laughed, nodding. “Your running changed everything, darling. We had not anticipated on you being so talented. Racing is a big part of the pony girl life style. It is high society, just as it is with thoroughbred horse racing of all sorts. When you took off running, well that was pretty amazing. After the first time, it was kind of like putting the cat back in the bag.”

Blaze smiled, nodding.

Mac sat beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders. Pulling her close, he simply held her for a few moments. “When you were injured, William and I were at a loss on what to do. I won’t go into details now, but I had to stay away from you for awhile.”

Blaze picked up the paper, made one symbol, a question mark.

“I had to make up my mind. What I wanted was unheard of…but I didn’t give a damn. I was willing to sell my partnership—” he stopped abruptly as Blaze gripped his forearm, shaking her head wildly. Unable to resist, he caught her chin in one hand, tilting her face to his. “William talked me out of it. He told me to stop being a damned fool. Please listen carefully. I will probably have a hard time getting this out right.”

Mac set Blaze away from him, putting a foot or so of space between them. Since there was a good chance he was going to blow this he might as well as get started. “I want you Blaze…I mean, Sarah Jane.”

He stood, thinking maybe he could think better like this. “I want you both, uhm, I mean all of you. I dream about breeding you.” Seeing the startled look on her face, he cursed and then turned away. “Sorry. I need to explain more clearly,” looking off into the distance, he shrugged. After a few long moments of silence, he sat back down. “God! I’m screwing this up.”

Blaze reached out and touched his hand where his fist rested on his thigh.

Mac met her gaze.

Slowly she started to rub small circles.

Mac smiled as he recognized the pattern he had used when he tried to relax her shoulders. “Thank you my sweet. When I said I dreamed about breeding, I meant it was with me, not anyone else.” He stopped when she closed her hand over his. “And it’s not just that I’m dying to fuck you either. Believe that is part of it, but I want to share my life with you. I find I need you. Letting you go could be the most painful thing I’ve ever had to do, but if it’s what you want, you are free to leave.” He waited impatiently for her to indicate her desires, or a choice. “If you need some time—”

Blaze picked up the paper and pen again.

Mac watched and read, “Stay equals question mark. You mean what will your life be if you stay?”

Blaze nodded, waiting.

“You will live with me. I’ve already spoken to William, since up till now it’s just been the two of us sharing the house. There is a wonderful half acre of land we’ve never developed because of the pond on it. In the back of my mind I guess I always considered it would be a great sight for a house.”

Blaze looked away from him for a moment, gazing across the small pond.

Mac grinned. “Yes, this is the place. I know it seems as if we went a long distance from the house, but all we’ve done is wind around, and circled back so that we are in the small glade just beyond the breeding barns on the far side of the house. We are only five minutes walk away. I was thinking that a set of custom-made gold style carts would be perfect for running back and forth for inclement weather. The house could be as big or as small as you’d like. We could eat at the large place for meals, or just the evening meal, or eat here all the time. If you’d like some servants, I’ll use the overflow from the house. There isn’t a lot of work there with just William and me, since we don’t entertain a lot.”

Blaze wrote once more, just one word.

“Voice. Yes, that is easily restored darling. What else? Please ask me anything?”

Blaze could feel her brain reeling under the weight of what was happening. She could go back to her old life!

The elation she knew she should feel was missing. Instead was emptiness yawning ever wider as she thought about day after day, cramped up in an office. More importantly was the horrible sense of loss that overwhelmed as she imagined the days without Mac. There was also her newly discovered love of running. How could she stop now that she’d found such joy?

Quickly she wrote on the paper.

“Run.” Mac read and then grinned. “You can run all you want, sweetheart. I’ll buy you the best jogging shoes. We can even run together, if I can keep up with you, that is.”

Well, that answered one need she knew she would have. Still, there were other, more subtle ones, many of which she barely recognized, let alone acknowledged. Slowly she scratched out some numbers on the paper slowly filling with scraggly printing.

“Three hundred and sixty-five minus twenty-eight.” Mac read the numbers. “That is three hundred and thirty-seven, my sweet, but why?” he asked, not understanding the question.

Blaze stomped one hoof angrily. Writing furiously, she tried to express her jumbled thoughts coherently, but briefly because holding the pen was still so awkward. She turned the paper towards Mac as soon as she finished.

“Twenty-eight day equals pony.”

She waited nervously as Mac stopped speaking. What would he think about her idea? Of course it was hardly a plan, just that she had a strong inkling she would want to return to the lifestyle at least once a year. If a month was too long, perhaps for only two weeks, at a time? Would he…more importantly could he live with this choice of hers?

Mac grinned suddenly. “You mean you want to be a pony girl for one month a year?”

Blaze nodded eagerly.

“Pinch me! This has to be a dream. Its’ too good to be true.” Mac leaned over and lightly kissed her lips for the first time.

Blaze eagerly pressed forward, wanting much more.

Mac moved his hands to her shoulders. “We need to wait. I want us to meet on a more equal footing.” Slowly he lifted one hand to touch her mane. “I am so sorry, darling. I was letting your hair grow out.”

Blaze shrugged, moving towards him and kissing him this time, caressing his lower lip with her tongue.

“You are tempting me sorely my sweet filly.”

Nodding, she put the pen to paper again.

Mac read as she wrote. “Breed me exclamation mark.” Mac tried not to chuckle. “I want nothing more than to have sex with my love, but—”

Blaze’s leather covered hand covered his mouth. She held the paper up between them, pointing at the first word.

Mac nodded his head. “At the end of the month, once your voice is restored and you have fully regained use—”

She stopped him again. Furiously she wrote one word, almost tearing the paper.

Mac spoke it before she turned the paper in his direction.

“Sooner.” Slowly he grinned, meeting her gaze. “Break my arm why don’t yah!”


The End