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Off to The Races

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

Chapter Three – Revised and Reworked -

6th April, 2023

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My master is angry with me – angry, disappointment and frustrated... I feel bad, truly I do! I cheated, I know that – well – its not really my fault...

Kind of...

My mind is suddenly snapped out of memory, when I feel his grip on the root of my tail.

“Ow!” I squeal, turning my head to look back at him. “That is attached you know!”

He snorts, then sighs and gently places a hand on my rump, giving me a soothing stroke.

“I'm sorry Parfait... Why didn't you tell me? I love you, I cherish and look after you – why didn't you tell me?

Why? Master, you'd have scratched me from the race, kept me in my stall for a week or more – I love to race, its what I'm born for and what I love and...and...

Oh...

A gasp is blasted through my nostrils, when I feel his tongue slide from the base of my quivering vulva to the tip, his tongue slipping inside – muscles clenching and relaxing then clenching again – even this touch is enough to trigger off a maregasm, as he calls it – my labia winking, clitoris sticking out then vanishing again.

“Urgh...” I moan, knees in my back legs turning to water, slightly crouching down.

He snickers behind me, those talented, gifted fingers of his flickering over my wet, quivering folds – the sensation as two of them pry apart my labia, his thumb just...

Oh... OH....

His thumb pressing down on my clitoris – I feel the blood rushing to my groin – even more than already is present, my heat rising exponentially, unstoppable – my beloved master drawing it out like a poultice – his tongue flicking and then those lips – sucking and slurping at my....

OH MASTER!

I want to squeal, not just squeal, but REALLY SQUEAL – I grit my teeth, feeling like they'll disintegrate to powder in my mouth as he uses his gifted tongue and lips to bring me to the very edge again and again and again!

His fingers twirl, twist and do things my mind can't find words for – one, two – four – almost – he can almost put his whole hand inside of me...

I can't help myself, I just cant – I do what I've never done before – I drop my hind hips and then...

There's a pressure – it builds – there's a pain, sharp pain, tears spring from my eyes...it hurts, oh gods, master it...HURTS...

“Parfait – honey...no - “ I hear his anguished moan behind me.

My muscles crush down like a vice – crushing his hand and forearm.

“Master...” I cry, my tears of pleasure turned to ones of pain.

“Parfait, my love, my silly, silly filly...” He groans, then pushes against my rump with his other hand.

With a great deal of more pain, his arm and hand are pulled out – I can smell blood – my blood – my fear rises exponentially, my groin aching and burning...

“Silly, silly girl!” He chastises me, rushing to my front and hugging my head tight to his chest. “I never meant - “

“Master? What...it hurt, I'm so scared!” I don't know what happened, I don't!”

“Shh, Parfait, shh, its...I'm sorry, I never meant – you, I mean... I'm sorry Parfait, truly! You...”

Pain eased to an unbearable ache deep in my groin, all thoughts of lustful play vanishing in seconds, my heart pounding, groin aching abysmally.

“You were a maiden, Parfait - “ He told me.

I felt the tears drip onto my furred muzzle.

“A...maiden?” I sniffled, my own tears tracking down my long muzzle. “I do not understand master.”

“I – how do I explain it? You've never – well – I'm not a... I'm not a stallion Parfait, you know that! You're smart, very smart and -”

I bit my tongue, now wasn't the time for a cheeky comment...

“A virgin – you've never been – bred to a stallion, so you're classed as a maiden filly.”

I blinked thrice, trying to understand. Sure, I've mated with my beloved master, many times – why would I –

Astallion? Why would I want one of them? Sure, they're so much fun to tease and play a prank on and...

“Parfait – you were a virgin, I – we – accidentally – when you dropped your hips and I...”

I blinked, feeling the burning inside me, starting to ease back into a painful aching, my folds winking and trembling.

“Parfait, please, listen to me... When I – I did that, it was... well – it's what a stallion would be like... If he mounted your back and bred to you – except – a lot larger, longer and...well – you know when I give you my seed, inside you...”

I stared at him – well – as well I could, almost going cross-eyed in the process...

Damn these wide spaced eyes!

“Yes...” I said timidly.

“A...a stallion, its called, covering or covering a mare – well, he'd do what we share – rear up and thrust himself deep inside you, way deeper than I ever can – then he would, after a time – come inside you. Now, it'd be way bigger, stronger and harder than I could get do to you – with a lot more of his seed. Now – sometimes...oh gods, this is so hard, Parfait?”

“Yes master?”

“Sit...please...”

I trembled, not really wanting to do this awkward position, my groin ached, my legs trembled, but I did as he asked, my forelegs locked and supporting me – hind legs flat on the ground, my rump following. I was almost eye to eye with him now, I guess that made this conversation easier for him...

“When you – you dropped your hips and forced my hand and arm inside you, well, I – I took something from you Parfait, you're a filly no longer – well – actually...”

“I'm...confused -” I openly told him. “How can I not a filly – yet I am a filly?”

He sighed, pacing back and forth slowly.

“Parfait – as you've not been mated to a stallion, legally, you're a filly – in – in one way... I'm... glad for you honey...”

My ears swept backwards, my muzzle obviously showing my confusion.

“How so master?” I inquired.

“A...maiden filly, getting covered by a stallion? It... it would hurt a lot worse – than what I done. I'd never, ever, forgive myself...”

I tilted my head to the side, even more confused, before I made the mental connection. If what my beloved master told me was true – although he had hurt me – scared me – I was truly thankful he wouldn't get me covered by a stallion!

A stallion? Like that Grey? Urgh, I don't want anything to do with Stallions! If their covering hurts as bad as my master just told me – no! I want nothing to do with them – ever!

He sensed my thoughts, then lightly touched my nose, breaking my inner attention and turning it back to himself.

“I did not mean to hurt you Parfait, I swear – it – it was an accident... Yet – now – now the worst is over and I took your virginity from you...well, to do that – I mean, with my hand and...”

My ears went flat and eyes narrowed.

“No, honey...” He pleaded with me. “I – I promise – that was an accident! I swear! If you – I mean, if you wanted too – to try I mean, I swear, I'd use lube on my hand and arm, and it'd not hurt anywhere near like it did – I swear...”

Slowly, my ears pricked forwards again, my anger sluicing away, as my innate curiosity got the better of me.

Admit it Parfait – Come a thought through my mind. It hurt, fine – but really? Did it hurt -that- much? Only for a few moments – a part of you really enjoyed it, didn't you? That -feeling- inside you – reaching places your masters penis can not... Imagine if it was slick and slippery, like ice, sliding back and forth, getting places that have never been stimulated?

I moaned softly, my lips parting and I felt another maregasm spasm, images filling my mind – the...that..._of truly feeling him inside of me, not the eight inches that usually _barely excited and enticed, unless I clamped down hard and felt him...

“Parfait? Honey? You...you alright?” He asked, looking concerned.

“Mas - “ I began, then trembled and felt my urge rising within me.

Damn you heat! I know I'm a tease and a brat – spoilt rotten little filly and... urgh – these... urges... my desire to be bred, my ache from my groin and the...the...

I squealed, I couldn't help it, another orgasm striking without warning – my rump instantly wet and sticky – feeling the sawdust soak up the fluids and stick to my fur...

“Parfait!” He gasped, the scent striking him like a hoof between the eyes.

“Urgh...sorry...master - “ I ground out, my hips swaying against the sawdust – I couldn't help myself!

Imagine, him buried inside you, pleasuring you, mounting you again and...

“Urgh - “ I moaned, struggling to control myself, my mind doubling, tripling, quadrupling, the instinctual urges within me – sending my already high libido screaming off the charts.

I've never had a heat this intense before – ever! I need him, my compulsion is driving me, I need my master – I NEED HIM NOW...

I staggered back to my hooves, sticky sawdust clinging to my wet rump and thighs, tail slashing violently from side to side, labia crushing closed and springing back open – wider and wetter than it'd ever been. Lust drove me, compelled me – fuelled – me...

I stamped over to my master, staring at him, head bowed, I shoved him cruelly against the stall wall with my head, turning about and slashing my tail across his face...

A startled squeal escaped me, as he slapped me, not just slapped, but really slapped me...

“Parfait!” His voice harsher than any riding whip.

With supreme effort, I gasped, then leapt forwards, my rump stinging from his slap – but my mind cleared as I shuddered and hung my head in shameful remorse.

“Master...oh, master, I'm...I'm so sorry...” I blubbered, tears streaking down my muzzle. “It's...I'm in heat master I can't help it!”

He ran to me, sliding his arms under my head, pulling it hard against his sticky and sawdust coated shirt, as he stroked me and held me tight, doing what he could to comfort and soothe me...

It took some time...

*

I have terrible news! My racing career is over...

With a heavy sigh, I recall the events to my mind...

*

It's not my fault... not really...

My master and I, well...

I feel the blush run from my nose up to my ears, I can't help it. I've always been a good girl, obedient and done whatever my master told me, when he told me...

He was inside of me, pleasuring me and helping me deal with the ache and the urge I couldn't control...

How was I supposed to know human pelvis bones are so fragile?

It wasn't my fault...

I shuddered, feeling his thrusts, wild, reckless, intense – each inward thrust I'd clamp down my labia, maregasm after maregasm, making my aching clitoris slap against his length – he'd push inside of me, I'd squeeze down, rippling my muscles and he'd groan right along with me.

An hour – two – I lost count of the passing of time, my love for him and my urge overwhelming us both. I felt my groin and thighs slick with my natural sexual fluids – he slammed me hard, his groin meeting mine with a wet slap and I'd crush down with my muscles again, rippling them wildly before my labia expanded and slapped down again.

“Urgh, Parfait - “ I heard his gasping pants.

My own breath come even harder and faster – my lungs filling and emptying, heart racing, adrenaline and sexual pleasures turning my mind into a soup...

“Nnngh – Par...” He growled, his fingers clawing down my back – hitting nerves that made me want to just squeal like I've never squealed before.

I thrust with all I had, the urge to truly have him inside of me, to feel him deeper than ever before...

I did the unthinkable...

I thrust backwards, crushing my beloved owner between the stall wall and my groin. My orgasm sending me recklessly over the edge - all sense of self and what was happening washed away...

He screamed...

With a squeal, I leapt forwards, fear washing away the pleasure – even as my fluids burst from my vulva and splashed over his groin and legs...

My beloved master – fell to the ground like I'd kicked him in the head – tears streaked down his face, he screamed and screamed – those cries tearing at me like the teeth of a predator...

I didn't know what had happened –

I'd hurt my beloved master...

I panicked – turned and kicked down the door of my stable, then fled, tears streaking down my furred muzzle, squealing and screaming – incapable of giving voice to my terror...

I fled, squealing and whinnying for all my worth, too upset to think straight. I ran to the large homestead, where I ran around and around, shrieking and whinnying – finally resorting to kicking the walls in my fear for my beloved master. At last, two strappers woke and come out – seeing my distress, they looked confused and more asleep than awake...

I ran back towards the stables, the two strappers staring at me, before I ran back and forcibly shoved them both with my forehead, until they understood what I wanted from them and they ran as fast as their two legs could manage as I fled back to the stables..

It's all such a blur to me, them looking at my master, at me, back at him, him regaining consciousness enough to scream for an ambulance...

After a time I don't know how to count, a strange vehicle with painful lights arrived, two strangers brought a...well, it looked like a bed to me, just one that rolled on wheels...

Carefully, they examined my master, thankfully, one of the strappers had placed one of my racing blankets over his naked body... They loaded him onto a strange board device, then onto this wheeled bed. My distress grew, as they then took him out. I followed, but one of the strappers gripped my mane and pulled me to a stop.

Where are they taking my master? I wanted to scream and yell, tears welling in my eyes as my stress and fear grew exponentially – yet I'd promised my master I'd never speak to others...

They loaded him into this strange van – before it took off, dust and gravel flying from beneath the wheels, a painful wailing coming from it. Almost hysterical, I wanted to run after it – run like I've never run before...

“Parfait, stay - “ One strapper told me. “You can not follow. They're taking him to the hospital...”

Hospital? I thought hard, fighting through fear and grief in equal measure, trying to visualise what a hospital was. I could not, I had no frame of reference for this word.

*

Days, weeks, months... I went off my food, I kicked out at the strappers who come near me, I was almost feral with hysteria – my master! Where is my master? I want him...

I need him...

Through a 'speaking board' my master had bought me, let me explain what a speaking board is...

It took up much of my right stable wall, a large board with large circles with words on it. I'd get asked what I'd want, I'd walk over and touch my nose to the circle with the word.

“Parfait...” Spoke the young lady groomer – I didn't mind her, she was nice and often slipped me a sugary treat when my master wasn't looking.

I glanced up at her, my ears back and head hung low. Carefully, she entered my stall, then held her palm out, a sugar cube sitting on it. Gently, I lipped it from her palm and she smiled and tenderly stroked my forehead.

“Parfait? You want to talk today?” She asked me.

No... I wanted to say, my grief insurmountable. Yet she was kind to me, so I turned to the side and began touching my nose to the circles.

“Parfait...” She repeated after me, as I touched the words. “Want...what do you want sweety?”

Frustrated, I touched my nose to my favourite word.

“Master.”

Her eyes grew misty, then she sniffled and wiped at her eyes with her palms.

“Oh, Parfait, honey... It's alright, I promise, tell you what? I know you miss him, I'm sure he misses you too! Look, I'll get a dozen roses for him, then you can spell out a message, I'll write it on the card...”

Roses? Card? I had no understanding.

“Parfait..” She repeated, reading the new message I was touching out. “Master, sorry about the...”

I stopped, my tail twitching as I struggled to comprehend what it was I was trying to say.

“Parfait, Master, sorry about the... what Parfait? What are you trying to say?”

Frantically, I looked at the board – up, down, sideways, even back the front! I couldn't find the word I truly needed, so I snorted in frustration and stamped a hoof.

“Easy Parfait, easy girl...”

With a sigh, I leaned into the gentle stroking she gave me, before at last, I found a word on the board. It wasn't the right word, but it'd do...

My nose touched the word. “Hurt...”

“Oh, honey...” She sniffled and wiped her eyes again. “I know sweety, it wasn't your fault, well, we don't, I mean... just how his pelvis got broken in four places...why he was...umm...”

With a blush, the lady looked away.

I hung my head in guilt and shame, looking down at the sawdust. I knew exactly how it'd happened – I didn't mean it, truly I didn't – he commanded, I obeyed and...

“Parfait? Honey?” She asked, gently crouching down to look into my eyes. “Look, I'll get the roses, you sure that's the message you want to send him? I'm sure he'll get out real soon and...well...”

I sensed and heard in her words, something terrible had happened, but I did not know what.

I sniffled and nodded once to her. This I could do, as they all knew I understood some words, just not all words...

*

She brought me the roses, beautiful, bright red ones and a few that matched my racing silk colours. Placing them on the rail, she let me sniff at them whilst she wandered off, talking into a little box she held against her ear.

Curious, I sniffed the roses again, my nostrils flaring as I breathed deeply – then...

I swear, this isn't my fault...

When she come back, the roses were reduced to stems – a few petals falling to the stable floor, before she moaned and stared at me. I blinked and flicked my ears forwards, looking innocent.

What? They were delicious...

“Parfait!” She squealed at me. “Naughty girl! Those were for your master, not for you! Bad, bad girl!”

If they weren't for me, why'd you leave them on my stable railing?

I'm sure my master will understand...

*

Another week passed, I barely ate, slept even less, my anxiety and grief growing exponentially, until, miraculously, I heard that voice – that voice that filled my heart to bursting with love and I rushed to my stable door, head over it and squealing hysterically like a yearling...

My master was back and...

He hobbled towards me, supporting himself on a strange metal device.

“Parfait?” He called, then smiled and struggled to walk faster.

“MASTER!” I squealed, I didn't care who heard me – my beloved was back and the hells with the consequences if I broke my promise!

He embraced me, resting his head on my forehead, before his resolve broke and he began to cry helplessly...

I can't help it – I cried right along with him...

*

“Thank you for the...rose stems... Parfait - “ He told me later, sitting on a stool chair next to me. “How thoughtful...”

He reached behind him, then pulled out a card, before he began to read.

“Master, I'm sorry about the accident, love, Parfait.”

Closing the card, he smiled lopsidedly, then looked at me.

I felt hot tears welling in my eyes again, as I remembered how our mutual love and affection...

“Hey, no, come on now – don't cry Parfait...” He murmured, stroking my velvety nose. “It wasn't your fault, honestly honey. Well, all forgiven and... I got bad news Parfait... I'll never ride you, or any other horse, again...”

I shook my head, flinging the stinging tears away, before I stared at him, my muzzle falling open.

“Master? I mean...you and me... my...”

“I'm sorry Parfait, your career as a racer is over. I know you'd never let anyone else on your back – you and I have a special connection, a bond...”

His news struck me like a hoof to the forehead...

“I...racing is all I know, master! What will become of me? I'm only almost four...”

He stroked my nose again, then gripped my mane. It hurt, but to suffer to help my master? I'd endure anything to help him...

He pulled himself upright, then used that cane to brace himself.

“We'll still – share riding lessons Parfait,” He smiled, as he leaned forwards and kissed my nose gently. “Just – a lot more carefully. Besides, you're a champion filly – in another two years, well, I'm sure you could have your pick of stallions...”

Why would I want a stallion – or worse, urgh, more of them?

My confusion must have been read like a book – my master smiled and stroked my forehead.

“You're young, sure, you come into season and such – but you'll not get bred until you're at least six years old, and fully grown.”

“Master, but you and...” He placed his fingers on my lips, pressing them closed, that adorable blush creeping up his face again.

How I missed these simple things with him...

“Parfait? My pelvis was broken in four or five places, right leg...well, never-mind...”

“Pelvis, master?” I asked, looking bewildered.

He hobbled down the side of me, then touched my right hip bone, then moved up towards my back.

“Feel that bone up there? Your hips are attached to the pelvis bone, do you understand now?”

Glancing back at him, I nodded, then playfully, hiked my tail and fanned it out, draping it over his shoulder.

“Parfait...” He groaned, then trembled, that blush turning a brilliant crimson again.

I still had it...

I just wasn't going to be getting it... for a while longer...

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