Sapphbrook Farm - Ch. 10

Upon Catherine and mine's return to the stables, I tried looking around for Lily and Isabella. I was hoping to have been able goodbye to them while still a ponygirl, but I could see them as Catherine quickly directed me into the tack room. Her hustle explained by our need to be getting on the road back to the city soon to be in good time.

The processing of un-tacking with Catherine had quite the different energy from my time in the tack room with Isabella. The almost sensual rhythm of her work contrasting with the quiet efficiency of Catherine's as she stripped away my various layers of restraints.

Where Isabella had talked me through the process the whole time, constantly checking in with me, Catherine simply transformed me back into just a girl. To be fair, this time I did now know the parts of a ponygirl's tack. Thus removing any real need for Catherine to explain it to me again, and I certainly already knew want it was like to be just a girl. Plus she was working to free me from my restraints rather than the much more daunting task of binding me within them as Isabella had.

But I would have really appreciated it if Catherine had warned me of the effects freedom would have on me. Beginning where Isabella had ending, Catherine started by unclasping the ends of my bit from my bridle and sliding the whole device out of mouth. Finally releasing my tongue from beneath the plate that had kept my sounds to that of a pony for the last day. Now with it free I was eager to tryout that returned freedom and immediately went to speak,

"Ank ou..."

"Hold on darling, your tongue will need sometime to recover."

"..Uh"

Catherine gave me a sympathetic smile before continuing onto unhitching the rest of my bridle while she explained,

"Your tongue has been kept in one position for a while now so moving it about while speaking is going to take some warming up."

My tongue's response to being freed also turned out to be a foretelling of how the rest of my body would react. A feeling I next experience in my arm as the arms binder and underlying straps were removed. But I hadn't yet heeded my tongue's sputtered warning and once more went to test the freedom of my newly unbound arms. Initially just trying to return them to my sides, I only managed to do so about half way. Stopped by the tension pulling at my upper arms and shoulders on the way forward.

Instead of the lack of control in my tongue, which I could still move, this was more like simply hitting a limit. Not an acute painful one but more like trying to stretch my muscles past their natural extent of motion. An extent of motion right now that I knew to not be natural. I expressed this feeling without much eloquence,

"Arrgh!"

"Hold on honey." Catherine said with a bit more of a schooling tone than before. "Those arms are going to be sore as well after so long in their binder. Try holding your hands together behind your back for now."

It was a bit of a disappointment to have my arms free yet still required by my body to remain restrained. But I did so never-the-less as it hurt my arms and shoulders to bring them even a little out from their previous position.

"There you go. If you want, you can start rolling your shoulders to start getting the blood moving."

I followed Catherine's suggestion as she continued her process in removing the rest of my harness. But as she worked, I began to worry. I hadn't thought about such a consequences to agreeing to try out being a ponygirl. I'd so focused on whether it was a ploy to kidnap me, I hadn't considered the effects when I would be let go. Moreover if such effects would carry on into tomorrow when I was expected back at work. On much later reflection, I did find it funny that as soon as my pony tack came off, I immediately started stressing about my job as usual.

These thoughts were interrupted when Catherine finished with my harness and now instructed me to lean over the bench for the final step in my re-human-ification, the removal of my pony boots. Unlacing my hooves, I could feel Catherine's fingers against my second leather skin, and once more noted how different they were from Isabella tender touch. These feelings mingled with the fresh touch of air finally being able to work its way onto my skin as the shafts of the boot were pulled apart.

After Catherine slipped off my boots, my feet could once more come to rest directly on the ground. Although the height of the bench forced them to still remain up on point. Catherine left me in this position for a moment to return the pony hooves to their storage.

This time alone, bent over the bench, gave me a chance to make my final mistake in the removal of my tack. I thought I had learned my lesson with my mouth and arms, that things would be stiff but I could slowly start getting them moving again. Thus, without Catherine to tell me not to, I decided to start working movement back into my feet.

Slowly, I started leveraging my self back to transfer more of my weight from the bench to my legs, aiming to bring my feet down from just standing from just the balls to the rest of my foot. But instead of resistance or stiffness as I felt in my arms and tongue, I was instead greeted by pain. Enough pain to very quickly transfer me off the bench and onto the floor in shock. Searing pain lancing up through my heels and calves.

Moments after I touched the ground, I was wrapped from above my Catherine's arms and the quick petting of her hands across my brow. All of which I only felt with my eyes still screwed tight from the pain.

"There there pet, you're alright. I should have told you not to get up. Your feet are put through the most as a ponygirl and need the most recovery."

Through a sudden flow of tears and a somewhat recovered tongue, I was able to stammer our the reply,

"But... but work tomorrow. I'm broken"

"No no... No you're not honey. This is my fault."

"But I got off the bench..."

"Yes but you didn't know, I was my fault I didn't strap you down. New ponygirls are always so eager to get moving and don't realize how much they've worked their body as a ponygirl. You transfer so much power through your hooves, all of which is supported by your boots. But once you lose that support, it takes some work to readjust to your human feet."

Catherine paused for a moment, seeming to collecting her thoughts while idly fixing stands of my hair that had splayed across my face in my fall. Being able to just lie there and listen to Catherine's smooth voice as she talked to be a good distraction from the now throbbing pain lower in my body. The gentle touch of her fingers helped as well. Continuing on from her interlude,

"It has be quite a while since I have had a new ponygirl at the farm. The regulars, like Lily, have all been coming for years and know all the process in changing back. I guess I've gotten use to not having to teach my girls the process. I'm sorry.

"It seems like the tack room hasn't been kind to you. Isabella told me getting on your tack was a bit hard too. But it also sounds like she was really helpful..."

I gave a shallow nod to this,

"So I'm sorry I didn't follow her example. I forgot there's as much of a process in becoming human again as becoming a ponygirl."

I felt bit begrudged that Catherine had failed to warn me of all these complications, not only before taking off my tack, but before I put it on. But right now wrapped up in her arms I couldn't help but feel she was being genuine. Despite her whole cool aristocratic presentation, I had gotten the sense he was also one to jump into things half prepared. It was endearing.

"It's okay. I was also too quick to my feet assuming I had figured things out."

Catherine helped me up to a sitting position on the bench, my legs dangling over the edge. My feet still needed to remain pointed, even while hanging in space, to avoid the pain. Once she was satisfied I was stable, Catherine stepped away for a moment to retrieve a pair of heeled sandals from near the boot storage section in the room. Regularly looking back at me with a worrying gaze. I return her glances with a wan smile.

Returning, she place one of the pairing onto my lap for my inspection, while dropping down on one knee to affix the other on my foot, explaining,

"These have the same heel angle as the boots so your feet should be okay in them and allow you to walk."

I gave the flat reply of, "Okay."

Seeing the sandal up close was quite shocking. Finally being able to see the height and angle my feet had been subjected to for the last day. The sandals were like the kind I would have enviously gawked at on other, sexier, women at parties. Jealous of their confidence to pull them off, not to mention their skill to balance in them. And now I had just done a track workout in them.

Granted these sandals were not as stylish, definitely not having the looks for going out, but their height more than made up for that. I got an odd sense of delayed vertigo looking at them now. No wonder I was in such pain.

While I had been pondering these feelings, Catherine had finished slipping on the other sandal.

"There, how does that feel."

Dropping my focus down to this foot, I found the sandal helped. Instead of having to actively hold my foot it a pointed position, I could once again rely on my footwear to enforce that shape. Nodding my approval, Catherine took the second sandal from my grasp and laced it onto my other foot.

Now with both on, I took a moment to get use to the feeling of the sandal. Familiar yet not quote the same as my pony boots. Eventually I turned back up to Catherine looking for what to do next. Despite now lacking any pony tack, I still felt myself deferring to the guidance of my handlers. Although now I wasn't sure if Catherine thought of herself still as my handler. Had she reverted back to an acquaintance?

"Let me help you up, then we'll get you fixed up."

Lifting me by my armpits, she transferred me to a standing position, place me onto my new high sandals. Getting up a second time from the bench went much better as to my surprise my new sandals worked quite well at replicating the foot placement of my hooves. I didn't even have the wobble I usually had in normal high heels. As I was testing my footing, Catherine draped a loose tench coat over my shoulders.

Coming around to my front, she closed the coat's front and secured it with the waist belt. Covering my breast and sex for the first time since I'd become a pony. Though wearing the coat still didn't make me feel fully human yet either. With my hands still loosely clasp behind my back, the sleeves hung limp at my sides creating a similar silhouette as I had had an hour ago.

Now covered to her satisfaction, Catherine looked up from my coat belt and into my face. Cupping my cheek with one hand she said,

"Welcome back Jane. Now it is time to get you feeling a lot better. I know its been tough so far but I think you'll like this part."

With that, Catherine stepped away and began walking to the door of the tack room. Only to stop at the threshold to look back at me, still standing where she had left me by the bench in the centre of the room. She was clearly confused why I had not followed her, and for a moment so was I.

That was until I realized I had been expecting the tug of the leash after to Catherine began walk to tell me when I should falling in behind her. My brain had not caught up to the implicit instruction to follow when someone walks away expecting you to follow.

Returning to me, Catherine pull me into a hug.

"Oh honey, looks like you are still kind of in pony space."

I hesitated to respond for a moment. Resisting my immediate urge to stamp my foot in affirmation, instead consciously thinking to nod my head into Catherine's hug. Mumbling,

"I guess."

Pulling back from the embrace, Catherine transfer one hand the back of my shoulder.

"Try again?"

Turning to her, I nodded my assent and with that she stepped forward with a gentle pressure on my back to guide me along with her. Creating a kind of a middle ground between the pony lead's pull and a civil gesture of guidance. Once out of the tack room, Catherine's handling continued as she turned us to head down the stable's central corridor towards the main door.

As we exited these doors, which I had entered with trepidation not two days before, I again was hit with a wave nervousness. Entering into the daylight in nothing but a jacket I really felt exposed for the first time, caught between the roles I had inhabited since I last passed through this court yard.

Also last time, I had Isabella with me for support and those comforting feelings her elicited in me had only grown during my tenure as a ponygirl. I had looked around stables for her as Catherine and I left and now in the courtyard I did the same. Scanning the grounds between the stable and house in search of her, or even for Lily. To my disappointment I didn't spy either.

While my head was on a swivel, Catherine took us on a bee line towards the backdoor of her house. Her directness continued once inside as she manoeuvred me through the tighter spaces of her home compared to the stables, with me clomping along in my high heels. I was lead through to a section of her house I had not yet explore, or be shown to, and there me entered a room at the end of a hall.

Inside I discovered it to be dimly lit by lights recessed into the ceiling. It was sparsely furnished with paneled wood walls and dark red carpeting, with the main point of focus being a massage table at the room's centre.

"Hop on up honey."

Catherine said from behind me and she peeled the coat from around my shoulders. Nodding my assent, Catherine helped me climb up on to the bed and position by body face down, my face fitting into the cushioned circle at the head of the bed. Cutting off my view of the world except for the floor below me. Finally Catherine slipped a pear of noise cancelling headphones over my ears, just before explaining,

"I've found these help girls relax and kind of come back to themselves."

Once I was settled, Catherine got to work on me. Starting on my arms, she rubbed and dug into my muscles. Reviving them through the power in her hands. Inducing blood and normal feeling back into them.

Moving down to my legs, she first removed my sandals, before starting a similar routine on them. Once more working her magic at revitalizing my strained connectives tissues. I fell into a sort of meditative state. With nothing visually interesting to concentrate on my eyes soon closed, and without sounds to distraction me, I found my attention turning inwards towards my body.

To the prodding and squishing of my muscles, and the progressive stretches Catherine was able to get out of my limbs. Slowly as my mind dropped down into a semi dreamy state, the specificity of her touch slipped away. Transformed into an abstract flow of sensations all across my body that I lost myself in.

That was until those sensations became very concrete and in a very specific part of me. It seemed Catherine had deemed my body sufficiently repaired and now wanted to end off her massage with a 'happy ending' so to speak. That or this was somehow also a core part of a ponygirl's recovery. Either way, my reaction was the same, pressing my self back and up into Catherine hand to show my assent.

A discovery I had made while running earlier in the day had been that the stimulation caused by the straps threaded between my legs increased with speed. But in the moment I had been too caught up in exhaustion to pay much mind to my arousal. Now through, with all the fatigue rubbed out of me, the arousal had been left to reassert itself.

In response to my reception, Catherine's finger's increased their intensity. Circling and occasionally tantalizingly stroking at my clit before infuriatingly moving away once more. Then suddenly to my surprise, one digit entered me. Easily sliding in as body and myself clearly welcomed it, in contrast to Catherine's other entrance of me this morning.

Thus, this time I found myself squeeze happily around the guest. And notably, I was not unbidden by a bit or gag, now able to verbally express my agreement and pleasure, moaning out,

"Yesss..."

This seemed to work as soon a second of Catherine's fingers joined the first within me, and both began working with great intensity. Involuntarily, I push myself up onto my knees and gripped hard into the cushions with my hands. Movements I had not thought possible when I had entered this room, but now either by the massage or sheer arousal, my limbs were far more mobile and stronger.

This new found range of motion extended to my lower body as my hips began grating in sync with Catherine's ministrations. Working my body up into greater erotic stimulation, until all at once I stopped. Frozen by the orgasm which held by body rigid in pleasure before dropping my once more limp upon the table.

Luckily for me, feeling and motion returned to my limbs much easier than my recovery from being a ponygirl. Rolling on to my back to thank Catherine for the ending of her massage, I flipped to find Isabella smugly licking her fingers and grinning down at me.

Lying naked on my back, brain still fuzzy and half functioning, was not the way I was expecting to finally see Isabella again today. Especially after mentally blessing Catherine for what I now found to have been Isabella's excellent work. Her cockiness didn't help either. All this added up to me just dumbly gaping up at her.

Relishing a few moments to soak in my embarrassment, Isabella finally broke our silence,

"Hi Jane."

Despite all the feelings and thoughts running through my mind at the moment, what strangely came to the fore was that it felt odd to be called 'Jane' by Isabella. While I felt my heart flutter at Isabella voice speaking to me, her use of my name didn't quite fit right. It was like she was referring to me in an antiquated way.

All that to say, the verbal part of my brain didn't seem to be a priority, and my reply reflected that,

"...Hi."

But this seemed enough for Isabella as she her playfully cocky demeanour melted away, replaced by the sensitive personality I had come to adore in her. Coming down to wrap me up in a hug. Whispering in my ear,

"It's so good to see you too. Catherine wanted to give you a little surprise, sorry if it was maybe too surprising."

Isabella's switch also seemed to switch my brain back on track as I was able to make slightly more coherent reply,

"No no, it was really nice... it's just a bit of a surprise to see you. I kinda wanted my ponygirl self to be able to say goodbye to you though since you were so kind to her."

"Well I hope I'm also kind to you too Jane."

"Yes, but..."

I trailed off as, I finally noticed from behind Isabella's embrace, Catherine was also still standing in the room. Had she been there the whole time? I was sure she had been doing the massage, or at least started it, but I didn't know when Isabella had taken over to finish the massage in a manner of speaking.

Seeing my gaze now upon her, Catherine approach Isabella and I still wrapped together in our hug.

"I thought you might enjoy that Jane, I know you have grown quite fond of Isabella."

Embarrassed to agree in Isabella presence I mutely nodded my agreement to Catherine's assessment. To my relief this earned me a squeeze from Isabella, and a shallow head dip from Catherine as she continued,

"But I am afraid it is time for the two of us to get going if you want to be getting back to your home in a reasonable time."

At the moment, getting home at a 'reasonable' time had fall quite far down my mental list of priorities, but Catherine's tone indicated her concrete stance on the matter.

"Okay... but I need to get dressed..."