The Fillies of Three Ferns Farm (6 page)

“A bit more lubrication, Sally,” Madame demanded, and the girl poured a generous glob over the gloved wrist which still waited to ram home in the quivering mare. Goldie tried to force herself to relax. She wanted the hand inside her so badly. By degrees, Madame Carnegie pushed her hand further and further in. Goldie could feel her fingers curling into a fist inside her as Madame’s wrist forced its way inside of her. She squealed as the burning started again and Madame stopped, but this time she recovered quickly and made low moaning sounds to try to tell her owner that she wanted to continue. All of a sudden, Goldie realized that they had done it! The wrist had finally slipped inside her. Her very own owner’s whole hand was inside her body! She trembled with joy and arousal and came up onto her tiptoes. Madame stopped rubbing her clit and held her left hand out to Sally. “The pipette,” she said brusquely. Goldie could hear the thick horniness in Madame’s voice and she reveled in it. She felt the small sensation of the long, thin tube being snaked in past Madame’s wrist and into her cunt. It was so tiny it didn’t do anything to stretch her further, but she could feel it when the sterile tip of it bumped her cervix. Madame would not force it past her the mouth of her cervix as with a real breeding horse, but she did hold the tip directly against it as she direct Sally to depress the plunger of the huge syringe. Goldie could feel the steady stream of semen washing into her body and joining the jizz and lube already filling her cunt. Gypsy hadn’t been lying- they’d gotten a
lot
of cum out of just one man! As soon as she was safely inseminated and the pipette and syringe withdrawn, Madame Carnegie started fucking Goldie gently with her whole, fisted hand. It was like nothing the human mare had ever felt before, and she dug her fingernails into the padded top of the table as she came even higher up on her toes and spread her legs as far as they would go. It was like every portion of her inside was being massaged, and she knew immediately that she wouldn’t even need her clit to be touched to get off. She gripped at Madame’s wrist with her cunt muscles, trapping her hand for a second before letting it go. The power to hold her owner inside filled her with another kind of pleasure and she seized the whole hand more than once, wriggling her ass slightly when Madame was trapped inside.

But after the gentle beginnings, Goldie knew that she wanted Madame to fuck her harder. How to tell her without breaking character? She looked over her shoulder and made low whickering sounds, shifting her weight from foot to foot and casting heavy lidded, aroused looks at Madame, the cameras, and everyone else in the room. Finally, she seemed to get the point across. Her owner adjusted her position slightly, digging her black leather boots into the ground and leaning forward for better leverage. Then she started fucking Goldie hard with her entire fisted hand. “I find... it helps... the mare’s fertility... to orgasm after insemination,” Her voice was punctuated with the thrusts as she instructed Sally and pounded at Goldie. Sally bit her lip and watched in rapt fascination as Madame’s refined, delicate hand ravaged Goldie. The ponygirl realized that the fucking was making her have to pee, and after a moment’s hesitation she let herself go, dribbling a tiny bit of urine with the lube and cum that was flowing freely from her. “That is normal,” Madame said and she didn’t let up for a second, grabbing Goldie by the shoulder. With a high pitched squeal which turned into a whinny, Goldie had the biggest orgasm she had ever had in her life. Lights seemed to flash before her eyes and her world spun as she clung to the padded table, trying to recover from this last and greatest fucking. Gently and with some reluctance, Madame Carnegie slowly withdrew her hand and removed her gloves carefully, disposing of them in the bio bag Sally held out to her. Goldie moaned and smiled slightly as she struggled to compose herself. The cameraman brought one camera closer to record her tired, red, fucked ass and cunt. It was so swollen, she was certainly going to be sore for days!

Goldie managed to doze for a moment, standing up and leaning on the padded table. When she came to only a few seconds later, the majority of the spectators had gone. The grooms led the stallions out and the cameraman left to begin what was sure to be a steamy editing process. Only Sally and Madame remained.

“That was very well done,” her owner said as Goldie struggled to stand up. She blinked when Madame hooked her lead rope. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Goldie flushed and leaned into her owner. It was how she embraced when actively playing the role of a horse. Madame rubbed her affectionately as Sally watched shyly. “And you were such a good example for my little protege. Sally, you did very well, too. You’ve done very well at everything, actually. I think you are more than ready for your first pony.” Despite her exhaustion, Goldie perked up with interest. So that’s what the girl was doing here! She was a trainer or owner in training under Madame! She would buy her first ponygirl or ponyboy at the auction this Sunday! She warmed with gentle pleasure. Without knowing it, she had helped a new trainer and a new pony further down the path of ponyplay.

“Thank you,” Sally said quietly. It was somewhat hard to imagine the soft spoken girl in a dominant role, but Goldie had certainly seen stranger things. She hoped that someday she might have an occasion to be around Sally when she was taking a more active role. “You have taught me so much, Madame.” Madame removed her apron and put a companionable arm around the girl as Jonathan came back into the breeding shed.

“It is entirely my pleasure. Ah, Jonathan! I’m glad you’re back. This mare is in terrible need of a rub down and a wash. Just be careful not to wash out the semen. That would be a terrible waste.”

“Yes Ma’am,” the groom said as he took Goldie and led her slowly from the shed and back toward the main barn. Goldie walked with a little stiffness, but she was glowing all over from pleasure and satisfaction. There had been so many fine men on top of her! She was almost certain that her secret goal had been accomplished and she would soon find herself pregnant. The warm water felt unspeakably good as Jonathan gently washed her, dried her, and put her back in her stall for a nap. As she snuggled down into the little nest she had made, Gypsy popped her head out of her half door of her stall.

“Goldie! You’re back! How did it go?” But Goldie didn’t answer. Exhausted, she was already asleep. Even from this far, Gypsy could still see the moist spot on the blanket where the cum still flowed out of her. The other ponygirl giggled and went to lie on her own sleeping matt while she got herself off, fantasizing about the epic fucking that had been Goldie’s that day.

Miss Sally's First Ponygirl

***

Conner looked up in surprise as the small, black haired woman walked in through the open barn doors. Usually only grooms were up and about this early in the day and at first he didn’t even recognize the early riser.

“Miss Sally?” He was shocked when he finally realized who she was. The last time he saw the diminutive woman she was wearing scrubs and standing shyly behind Madame Lyn Carnegie, the world renowned ponyplay trainer. Everyone knew that Madame was tutoring the quiet, soft spoken girl, but privately Connor had thought it was a bit of a joke. How could anyone so shy possibly hope to display the level of dominance needed to train the human equine? No, she would stay on as Madame’s assistant, sure, but he couldn’t imagine her out on her own.

“Good morning, Connor,” she said brightly. The transformation was amazing. Instead of the street clothes or scrubs she was wearing a set of riding pants and jacket that could rival Madame Carnegie’s own in terms of elegance and cut.

“Can... can I help you with anything?”

“No, thank you, Connor. I will take care of my mare myself this morning. It is important to establish a rapport as quickly as possible when breaking a green mare.”

“
Your
mare? Then you were at the auctions last night?”

“Yes, and I was lucky enough to purchase Year of the Tiger.” Connor flipped through the newer human equines in his mind. Tiger was a tall, lithe ponygirl with dark hair and delicate features. She listed herself as a Tennessee Walker which certainly suited her graceful strengths. It was also her first retreat, which meant she was a ponygirl virgin and must have fetched top dollar at auction. He was impressed.

“She’s a fine mare,” he said with feeling. “I took care of her once or twice when things were busy, though as you likely know she prefers a woman’s hand. I think you’ll enjoy her.”

“I know I shall. Good day, Connor.” He tipped his hat to her as she walked down the line of stalls confidently. What he would give to be a fly on the wall in the indoor training arena that morning!

Miss Sally stopped in front of Tiger’s stall and took a deep breath. This was the moment she had prepared for and worked for under Madame Carnegie’s patient tutelage. No one who met Sally in the world of “real life” would ever guess that she had a Dom inside her waiting to get out. Sally wasn’t even Sally back at home: she was Allison, the office wallflower who quietly muttered “Yes Sir” while seeing to the coffee pot, tidying the break room, and performing all the other small menial chores that the lowest on the office totem pole tend to do. She first adopted the name Sally at retreats to remain as anonymous as possible. It was such a ubiquitous name and at first she chose it just for the anonymity, but in time it grew on her and she developed the personality of “Miss Sally.” Madame Carnegie had seen something in her, and Sally began training under her not as an underling but as a protege. Over time, Madame gave her the tools and the courage she needed to let the Dom in her out, and now she was about to use those new skills for the first time on a ponygirl of her very own.

Sally clicked her tongue. “Good morning, Tiger.” At her call, the human mare came and leaned over the top of the half door of the stall just as a curious horse might. Sally stroked her head and ears with equal ease and familiarity. “Well Tiger,” she said as she caressed the ponygirl. “I am Miss Sally, your new owner for the duration of this retreat. Your training begins today. I expect to be in the saddle by the afternoon. It won’t be easy for you but I will be gentle.” Sally looked inside to see the remains of the mare’s breakfast. “Ah good, Connor managed to feed you before I got here. That will speed things along. Let’s get you out of there and warmed up.”

With a few deft moments she had opened the stall door and attached a cotton lead rope to the ponygirl’s halter. She led her out into the barn and tied her for a moment while collecting all the tack that was hanging from her stall door. There was a bridle, a light harness complete with a tail that fit into a ring on the harness, reigns, and most importantly a beautiful custom built saddle. It was one of the ones done specifically for Three Fern Farms and it was a work of art. It was meant for two legged riding and would be worn much like a backpack, supported both by the light harness and by shoulder and hip straps attached to it. Only the strongest human ponies can be ridden two legged, and Sally had all but danced with glee when she found a mare who was willing to learn. Sally had made a few additions to the tack herself but those were already in the training arena.

Once she had gathered the equipment she untied the mare and led her at a sedate pace toward the indoor training arena. The ponygirl was nervous. Sally could tell by the way she glanced around constantly that she still wasn’t used to being led around the farm naked. All the human equines on Three Ferns Farm, a haven for ponyplayers the world over, went naked unless bad weather necessitated some clothing for warmth. On this fine summer day there was no need and she took pride in leading her beautiful ponygirl through the neatly manicured lanes of the farm, pausing occasionally to nod or wave to another early riser.

Sally radiated calm as she led the mare, never hurrying or slowing until they reached the arena. She led the mare inside and closed the big doors, bolting them from the inside to assure that there would be no unintentional interruptions. She tied the mare off at a wall bracket before setting down and organizing the tack and other bits of training equipment she would need for the day’s training. The mare backed off a bit and watched her. Sally meant what she had said- she had every intention of riding this beautiful ponygirl before the day was over. Sally crafted her training technique carefully and was anxious to see how her effective her methods would prove. Madame Carnegie had her own way of doing things, of course, and if she had to Sally could always revert to what she had learned from the formidable woman. She wanted badly to prove that she could go her own way, so she girded herself up for a long day of training..

The first goal, she reflected as she took out a tiny purple dual vibrator, is to make the horse want to be with you- to desire to be part of your herd and to want to work with you. For the human equine, Sally theorized, the best way to do this was to make the horse desire
you
.

“Alright...” Sally approached the mare. “We’re going to need to get some of this tack on before we begin. Steady, now...” With soft hands Sally put the light harness on Tiger. The bridle with its silicon coated bit she would save for later and the saddle would be the very last piece of tack she would use that day. Sally grinned wickedly as she knelt beside the tied ponygirl. Carefully, she inserted the small end of the dual vibrator “Easy girl,” she said as she eased apart the lips of the ponygirl’s pussy. The internal part of the vibrator was tiny, its only purpose to hold the clit stimulator in place. It slid easily inside the shocked woman. The external part nestled firmly between her lips and against the clit. Once it was in place, Sally quickly and carefully attached a full, leather chastity belt which she buckled securely. If anything the mare looked even more confused and her blush had deepened to a vivid scarlet. Sally ran her hands over the other woman’s body, along her thighs and ass just as casually as she would offer a horse a pat on its rump.