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Off To the Races

Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

6th April, 2023 – Revised and Expanded

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(Authors Note: I decided to expand/rework this series, its going to be -very- NSFW, so do not read if you're offended by such, thank you :))

My master loves me, not only loves me but -loves- me...

He stands behind me, well, on a stool behind me, his hands on my hips, my tail up over his shoulder and...

“Oh..."

I squeal – I can't help it – he does that...thing...inside me, just right there and...

He grunts and pants, holding nothing back, I feel his penile length slammed back against my vaginal tunnel roof, him gripping me hard and giving everything he can. Pleasure builds on pleasure, my love for him incalculable as he starts to grip my rump – one hand grasping the base of my tail...

I know whats coming...or should I say, whose about too...

Glancing over my shoulder, my lips curling upwards into a mischievous smile, eyes twinkling, I feel him trembling, he's close, so very close... Without warning, I exert incredible muscle control and contract my labial folds right as he pushes inside me again. Like a hot, wet glove, my muscles slick with my own natural sexual secretions – clamp down on him and by his startled gasp, I know I got him right where I want him...

“Nnngh...Pa..." He gurgled, teeth grinding and body shaking, unable to move.

I continue to look back at him, my grin spreading wider, as I do my thing – my vaginal walls begin to ripple and oscillate, quivering, tightening, relaxing, completely at random.

“Nnngh - “ He gurgles, lost in the urges, unable to do anything about them – held on the very cusp of his orgasm.

How sweet he smells, his sweat, that musky smell that's filling my nostrils, the feel of him inside me...the...

I squeal, my maregasm making my labia wink and flex, my clitoris thrust up under his penile length – then the rush, its unmistakable, the gush of fluids from deep within me! He moans weakly, my fluids splattering against his groin and running down his thighs. I can't help it – nor would I wish too...

Our fluids combined – my concentration on keeping him at the very edge of his orgasm – shatters like the crash of the starter gates opening...

My beloved slams hard into me, making me moan, right as he grips my hips hard and gives me that which only he can...

He gives me everything he has – every pulse of his member inside me – that hot, sticky semen squirting and electrifying hypersensitive nerves, before he slumps onto my back, arms draped down near my flanks and I feel his heart pounding – his exhausted breath on my back.

My head bowed, I blow hard through my nostrils, quivering in orgasmic exstacy, He's wonderful, glorious, everything I could ever want or need – he understands me, knows me – inside and out – above all, I know one thing is certain...

He loves me...

*

Next morning, I'm standing in my stall, munching my breakfast, a vacant, dreamy look on my muzzle. I can't help it, three times, my master claimed me as his last night – three!

Maybe I should win more often...

My thoughts are muddled, the pleasure my beloved owner shared with me the night after the race...

“Parfait!" I hear yelled at me.

With a startled snort, I snap out of my wonderful memories and my ears snap forwards attentively, as I shudder and turn my head to look at my master. He reeks of that vile substance – I can smell it on his breath, he says he needs it – He offered me some once... he calls it...

Coffee...

With a snort, I shake my head and dispel the thought, trying to focus.

My mind wandered like I do out in the pasture – without destination or any conscious thought. It keeps replaying last night – here in my stall...

Stable hands cleaned my stall last night – removing the stained straw and the scent –

oh the scent...

They sprayed something all over the concrete – its a pine scent, not unpleasant to my nostrils, but I much preferred that other one – of well pleasured filly and my masters sweat and...

He sighs and tweaks my left ear – not hard, but hard enough to bring a squeal from me.

“What's wrong with you this morning?" He asks me, placing both hands on his hips.

“Mmm - “ I murmur, unable to summon any really rational thoughts, my tail swishing from side to side. “Sorry, distracted. When you said I was getting a carrot – I thought you meant a treat! Not getting the carrot..."

His hand touches my lips, silencing me, but my lips curl up in a smile irregardless, I see the blush rise up his cheeks and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy...

Or was that what we shared last night?

“Parfait!" He snaps again, literally snapping his fingers before my eyes.

“Urgh, sorry master!" I apologise, then toss my head and glance back over my shoulder. “Master, its...not even light out yet!"

Warm, loved and well pleasured, I don't want to leave my comfortable sawdust filled stable. There's a bare glimpse of sunrise on the horizon, and I turn my head back to look at him, giving him my most innocent, sweet look.

“No..." He tells me.

Tilting my head to the side, I turn on all my equine charm and lay my ears back, the for added emotional impact – I really went for the heartstrings – and lifted up my left leg, like I was lame.

“Quit it, you lazy filly - “ He growled at me, but the smile on his face truly showed he wasn't angry with me. “You certainly weren't lame last night..."

“Master," I pleaded, looking over my shoulder again, then back and him. “You rode me hard in the race and harder still..."

Again, he held my lips closed with his fingers. With a snort, I flicked my ears and used my broad tongue to slurp around them – pulling them into my mouth.

“Shush..." He blushed worse, then picked up my halter. “You won, I grant you that – a well deserved win, and you got your reward. Now, you think one race..."

“One?" I snorted in disbelief. “I've run dozens of races..."

“One," He repeated, then ordered me to dip my head, which I did. “Yes, you got a talent..."

“Oh," I narrowed my eyes, then snorted, giving him my 'unhappy' face. “I see how it is, a talent..."

“Not that talent my dear..." He laughed, then stroked my nose. “I meant, your ability to run! You're a champion, not the greatest of your kind..."

With a stamp of a hoof, I tossed my head and looked every bit the spoilt thoroughbred I was.

“Do you know of other talking horses master?" I inquired, looking down regally upon him. “Really? Please introduce me..."

“Keep that up, you won't get a treat in your breakfast..."

That implication wiped away my self assurance and arrogance like a squeegee would down my back shedding water.

“Good girl," He smiled, then slipped the halter over my head and tied it off. “You need practice, and we practice in the early morning – very early morning. We'll do some low impact trotting to start, get those muscles warmed up – then when you're suitably ready..."

My tail pricked up like an Arabian, fanning out, that smile spread from one ear to the other, giving him my most coy, seductive look.

I love teasing my master, I know I shouldn't, I really shouldn't – but its just so much fun for me! To see his exasperation, hear him sigh and just stare at me – I smell the conflict, the urge within him – sometimes...

Sometimes...I do get my way...

He clapped his hands together sharply with a loud crack, scaring me half to death and snapping me out of my wonderful fantasy...

“Urgh," I grumble, ears back and looking frustrated. “Master, really? You rode me hard last night..."

He blushes, my implication sinking in, before he placed a hand on my forehead and lightly strokes me just there...

“Cheeky filly - “ He whispers. “You know what I meant Parfait..."

I let my tail drop, then hung my head and sulked. “You're so mean to me!"

My tone of voice is sullen, borderline sulking, but the smile I can't keep off my face betrays my true feelings for him.

“I'm many things love, mean, is not one... Now, stop being silly and focus, alright? You'll be up against that grey again in a day or two..."

That grey... his strong, lithe body, muscles like iron, heart the size of a mountain, the scent of him and what I'd never seen, but was assured was beneath him...

“PARFAIT!" He screamed at me.

With a startled twitch, my ears flattened and I stared at him. “WHAT?"

“You're hay-gathering again, please, we need to ensure you're at your best – he'll be out for blood – I know his trainer..."

Blood? Why would he want my blood? Is he some strange...

My master slapped my neck, the sting of it hurting him more than me, but I snorted and shuddered, then looked down at him again.

“Just what has gotten into you?"

I gave him the look, one ear forward, one back, then looked him straight in the eye, then back at my tail which I lifted and fanned out, then back at him again, raising both my eyebrows.

“_YOU..._last night...multiple times and..."

Again, that grin spread from one of my dainty ears to the other.

“Can we do it again? Oh please master, may we?"

I scuffed at the ground with a front hoof, hanging my head and looking at him through my eyelashes, turning on every bit of equine feminine charm I could.

He turned scarlet – a beautiful red as the blush ran from his shirt collar to the top of his head.

“As I was saying...tail down!"

“Awww..." I sulked petulantly. “Fine..."

“Now, we need to stop dallying about and train hard and long..."

“Mmm..." I murmured, eyes turning upwards and swaying slightly.

“Parfait..." He sighed, then opened my stable door and half-dragged me out into the yard.

*

Race Day...

Once again, resplendent in my racing blanket, my number and name embroidered on it, I'm lead around and around by the young female wearing a tabard with my name and number on it. My ears are pricked forwards, the crowd already screaming and chanting my name – their adoration is the fuel that drives me...

There he is...

I'm led past the Grey... My tail swishes and suddenly, his nostrils flare, eyes widen and he squeals, not just a squeal, but a SQUEAL...

Nonchalantly, I keep walking, champing away on the metal bit in my mouth, trying ever so hard not to smile – or worse – outright whinny in hysterical laughter.

I hear yells and arguments from humans behind me, the stallion snorting, rearing and just losing his mind...

I can't help it, chomping on the bit, walking just ahead of him, my flaxen tail swaying, I hear him getting more and more unmanageable and frustrated.

I truly can't help it... the smile spreads across my black lips and I quickly change to a neutral expression right as master walks over, carrying the saddle and riding crop.

I gaze disinterestedly at my master, acting the perfect filly I am, not thinking about my adoration and love for him, mentally and especially physically...

I grunt as he slaps the saddle on my back, then tightens the girth, my head snapping around to look at him.

“Oh, stop..." He whispers at me. “It's not that tight..."

I snorted through my nostrils, the for good measure, slashed my tail from side to side – my smirk spreading as my master was distracted by the squeals and stamping of the stallion behind me.

Well, they did call it a mounting yard...

*

I drew the barrier next to the Grey, his eyes rolled, he crashed forwards and backwards and side to side – his rider barely able to stay saddled. My face neutral, but internally, I was laughing myself sick. I could smell that scent from him, intoxicating, powerful, making me quiver in a place only my master had delved...

I knew something my master did not – something that was driving the stallion crazy – then my ears twitched backwards and I nickered in laughter, hearing the slap, slap, slap from beneath the stallion beside me.

I knew I had this race won – even before the gates opened – there was no way the Stallion could run with a fifth leg...

With a crash, the gates opened and I took off like a missile, my master could barely hold on – my heart pounding, ears flat and hooves a blur as I ran with gusto and love of life and racing itself...

Far behind me, the stallion screamed and reared, dumping his rider – something – slapping from side to side, some humans laughed, some stared, some cursed...

All I knew was the others had no chance.,.

I was at least ten lengths ahead of the closest – a gelding – he was all out, wheezing and nostrils flared, blinkers focusing his gaze, but he had nothing to compare to me...

I set a new track record that day over 1200 metres...

My master was ecstatic, the prize money – money? He tried explaining it to me, I still don't understand it... I got showered in adoration from the fans, once more, those annoying boxes that blinded me when they flashed went on and on...

I wonder about that Grey...

My saddle is removed and I'm taken to my recovery stall, washed from head to hoof, whilst my master is doing whatever it is the stewards do, post race, with riders.

*

Back home, my master is at first ecstatic with me, showering me in love, praise and the best brush down I've ever had – even extra 'special' treats in my feed dish! Whilst I'm eating, he checks my legs for cuts and abrasions – I willingly hold my hooves up in turn as he looks them over, cleaning them if necessary – before he taps me on the rump.

“Mmph?" I ask, a mouth full of delicious food falling from my mouth as I look back at him.

He goes to the bucket and gets out the tail rake.

Urgh, I hate that thing! I swear it pulls out more tail hairs than it grooms...

He starts brushing and I assist, by lifting my tail up, fanning it out, before he stops brushing, then stares first at my tail then under it, before he tilts sideways and stares at me...

Uh oh...

Silence carries heavy and pregnant like the distant thunderstorm clouds on the horizon, before he stares open mouthed at me.

“No wonder the Grey carried on how he did..."

“What?" I ask, acting sweet and innocent.

My master knows now, that which I already knew before he even woke this morning...

“You're in season..."

I know its not really possible to show human-like emotions, with a face like mine, but I can show guilt...

I couldn't lie to my master – he could see quite easily – there was no way to hide it from him...

I opted for my only option, my ears half back, eyes wide, as innocent as a face as I could summon.

“No...really?"

“Parfait..." He spoke quietly, using that tone of voice, which I knew had pushed him too far.

I smiled sweetly, my tail draped over his right shoulder and swayed my hips from side to side, gazing lovingly back at him.

“You... cheated..." He told me.

I found I couldn't answer him...

TO BE CONTINUED...