The Fillies of Three Ferns Farm Page 2

  She whinnied as he turned his back to her. This time he did seem a little confused and he turned to look at her. She pawed the ground impatiently and tossed her head repeatedly. She didn't want to wait- she wanted to wear it now! Finally, Conner seemed to get the hint and he brought the bridle over to her. He undid the straps and began fitting it to her gently, moving her hair and tightening it here and there until it fit perfectly. He fiddled for a moment more and removed the blinders, putting them on the table beside her tail. “We won't need these just for now,” he said. “Good thing they're removable! Now... as for harness, I think there is a really clear winner.” He went to the wall and browsed for a moment. Amy almost trembled with excitement. When he came back he carried a matte black harness that matched the bridle. It had silver buckling and riveting. It was a cart harness, and so instead of being obviously for sexual purposes it had big, wide straps across the shoulders and chest. She loved the look of it. It was so... real. Having learned from the bridle, he helped her get into it immediately, attaching the long, luxurious tail as he did so. She longed to be unhooked and led to the full length mirrors she could see at the far end of the room. When he was finished he smiled at her and did just that, leading her slowly toward them. She couldn't help herself- she gasped when she saw her reflection. With her petite body clad from head to toe in the dully shining tack, her mind's eye saw clearly the bay Fell pony she imagined herself to be. With a shock, she realized that she had teared up slightly. She knew that from that moment on for the rest of the retreat, she wouldn’t think of herself as Amy. She was Sweet Caroline, a young Fell filly ready to begin her training.

  Completely satisfied, she turned to trot the length of the room a few times. As she ran by the boots and gloves, however, she felt a little pang. She was going to train for harness and so she certainly couldn't use the beautiful boots. She couldn’t haul weight in them without turning an ankle. Even so, bare feet seemed so inadequate. Again, with his nearly supernatural understanding of the human equine, Conner guessed exactly what she was thinking. He glanced at her small feet and got out a shoe box.

  “Here you go, Lass, you should try these.” He lifted out a pair of black leather shoes. They were understated and not boots at all, but they had horseshoes built into the bottom. She stood and lifted her feet as he put them on. Then he helped her to put on a pair of horse hoof mits that matched the shoes. She had never seen ones like these that left her arms free instead of behind her back. She felt she couldn't pull properly with her arms restrained behind her back, but she was certain there was nothing about his tack that would impede her in any way. The shoes had wonderful gripping power despite the metal horseshoes, and best of all she knew they would make a delightful clopping noise as soon as she got back to the concrete floors. Once again she paused to admire herself before the mirrors. Sweet Caroline looked back at her, neck and tail arching proudly. Connor stood behind her, admiring the results of their combined efforts.

  “If I say so myself, you are about the best turned out little filly I've seen in a long time. If you go to auction, I have no doubt it will cover every red cent of this lot here, and leave some leftover for the farm. I'm going to make sure the right people hear about you. Now!” he said briskly, rubbing his hands together and taking up the lead rope again. He clipped it to her bridle and picked up her papers and the rope halter he had removed to put on her new tack. “It's time to get you a good rub down, a bath, and some feed. Come on, girl,” he clicked at her with his tongue and she followed him docilely out of the Tack Room, through the main barn, and into the sunshine. It had taken longer than she had thought, and the afternoon was well advanced. He led her down the lanes. There were just as many people roaming the farm as before, horses and ponies with their handlers, but this time she stepped proudly and boldly. Her large, brown nippled breasts swung, framed as they were by the thick straps of her brand new harness. Her new tail rippled in a light breeze. He had put the blinders back on the bridle before they left but even so she could see a number of admiring looks passed her way. He took her into one of the stables down to the far end. She noticed there was a drain in the floor nearby. First he removed her bridle, rubbing her nose gently where the straps had chafed slightly. He inspected it.

  “I am going to take this for tonight and do a proper job riveting the ears on. This was just a quick fix. It will be hanging with the rest of your tack in the morning.” He set it down nearby with her papers and proceeded to remove the rest of her tack with a practiced ease. He walked a few feet away and hung them on the door of a nearby stall. That must be her stall, she thought excitedly as she once more stood completely naked. He put her rope halter back on and then picked up the two ropes that hung from the walls. He cross tied her and walked into the real tack room of this particular stable, coming out again with a soft bristle brush and a rubber curry comb as well a large wooden box which seemed to contain an array of grooming supplies. As he passed behind her he patted her ass just as one would pat the rump of a horse. A bit of color rose to her cheeks. Was he going to...? Well, he had her papers. He knew that she wanted to be touched and teased. She found herself yearning for him.

  She didn't have to wait long. He brushed her down with the bristle brush first. He worked it from her head to her toes, brushing her shoulder length dark brown hair, her shoulders, and then her breasts, making tiny circles around her nipples with the brush. His light and sensual touch told her everything she needed to know, and she leaned into his administrations with every indication of pleasure, trying to show him without words how she approved. He brushed lightly down her back which sent shivers down her spine, over her round ass and down her legs. He even teased and combed down her bushy pubic hair. After a moment's thought, he reached into the little tool box of supplies he had brought with them and brought out a pair of shiny silver scissors and a smaller comb. “Hold still now, girl,” he said as he knelt down in front of her. He trimmed her bush tidily. She was a little shocked and blushed as he worked on her. He was certainly a thorough groomer!

  When he had finished,he used the bristle brush to tease free the remaining trimmed hairs. He ran the brush down both her legs and then swapped it out for the curry comb. The curry comb felt wonderful, just like a hang massager. She found herself closing her eyes and moaning as he ran it over her shoulders, down her back, across her chest, over her ass... He spread her legs and worked it down the inside of her thighs and calves all the way down to her feet. When he had rubbed her all over a second time, he picked up a hose from the ground and turned it on, testing the water and adjusting it by two silver handles until he was satisfied.

  “Alright, Sweetie-girl,” he said, grabbing up a bucket and a bottle of what must be soap. “Time to get you cleaned up.” He turned the hose towards her. She braced herself for a cold shock, but he was a considerate groomer. He turned the hose on her feet first, and it was lovely and warm. Gradually he worked it up her body until she had been entirely soaked except for her face and head. Carefully he wet her hair and she leaned her head back to help him. Then he ran the hose down her front, over her tits and stomach and down to her pussy with her freshly tidied bush. He stopped there and touched her pussy for the first time, using her fingers to lift and fluff her pubic hair just as he had the hair on her head. Then he turned the hose back on her, holding the lips of her sex open as he did. The warm, flowing water washed gently over her clit and she shivered. “Do you like that?” he said softly. His lusty voice was the first indication that he, too, was aroused by the process. Until now he had been professional and gentle, just as if she were a bio-horse. She made a small sound, whickering at him and standing with her legs further apart. She could feel her nonexistent tail rising as he backed off for a moment. He shrugged out of his suspenders, letting them hang at his waist, and removed his white shirt. Then he went back to his work again, holding her pink pussy lips open as he let the warm water wash and swirl on her clit and lips. Eventually, he started to use his thumb to cover part of the
hose and make the water pressure increase. He moved his thumb back and forth, making the pressure rise and fall like the massage attachment of a shower. She leaned forward, holding the cross ties with her hands and spreading her legs wide for him. Down at the far end of the stable a female rider brought a human horse in, his saddle still on. The rider turned the horse into his stall and then stopped to watch, leaning nonchalantly on the door of the stall. The knowledge that she was being watched excited Sweetie further, and before she knew it her legs were trembling and her pussy clenching. She almost made very human sounds as she orgasmed but remembered herself at the last moment and let out a magnificent whinny as she came under the gentle ministrations of her shirtless groom. He was smiling when he stood up, his chest wet with the water that had splashed off of her and back onto him.

  “There you go, Sweetie-girl,” he said, patting her on her rump. “I find that calms down the mares for the rest of their bath. Feeling good?” Good was an understatement. Her whole body was relaxed and warm, and she saw the watching rider smile a bit as she went about her business, going in the stall to tend to her own horse. Conner hosed her off again from head to tail then filled a bucket with water, adding soap to it as he did. He washed her down with a large, soft sponge. It was a very sudsy soap, and she was slick from neck to toes in no time. He lingered at her breasts, passing the sponge over and over them. When she was entirely covered in soft, white suds he dropped the sponge into the bucket and used his fingers, massaging her and working the soap into all her nooks and crannies. He lifted her heavy tits to wash underneath them, then passed his thumbs over her erect nipples. He ran his hands down her back and her ass, and she blushed furiously as she washed her asscrack as thoroughly as he had every other part of her. When he got to her feet he tapped on one of them until she raised it, then washed and massaged it. He did the other one, then worked his way all the way back up her body, rubbing his hands over her as if looking for spots he had missed. He worked the suds into her pubic hair, and then picked up a bottle of Mane-and-Tail wash which he gently massaged into the hair on her head. After several long minutes of scalp massage he picked the warm water hose back up and began to rinse her carefully from head to toe, sluicing the excess water off of her as he went with broad, swift strokes of his hand. When he was finished he turned off the water. For a moment she was disappointed that it was all over, but he took a tub of thick, white cream from his grooming kit. Picking her feet up one after the other, he held them just as he would hold a horse's foot, kneeling and supporting her shins on his knee and he worked the cream into the soles of her feet and between each toe. It felt wonderful and she found herself making pleased little moans. When he had finished her other foot he put the small tube back in and brought out a bottle. “This will help your coat shine, girl,” he said. He squirted a generous portion into his hand and started massaging her. He began at her neck and shoulders then all the way down to her back stopping just short of the curve of her generous ass. Then he brought his hands around her front, starting at her tummy and working his way up until he was cupping and rubbing at her breasts, then over her nippes, and gently caressing her neck. She leaned backward, her lotioned back pressing into his bare chest as he poured more into his hand and continued to slowly massage it into her skin. He brought his hands back around behind her and rubbed her ass with slowly, deliberate circles, making sure to work it generously into the crack. She blushed and he kneeled down, making sure to work it in between her thighs, over her calves, and all the way down to her ankles. He stood back up, rubbing the excess lotion off on his chest, and walked around in front of her. He eyed her appraisingly “Hmmm, you still look a little restless. Would it help you if I gave you one more rub down?”

  His hand slipped between her thighs as he said it, leaving nothing open to interpretation. She whickered quietly into his shoulder and closed her eye as his finger gently slid between her lips and teased them apart. He played with her clit first, rubbing it gently with soft hands until the flesh on her shoulders and ass began to quiver. Then he slowly and gently pushed two fingers up inside of her, exploring and probing then thrusting in and out gently. He alternated finger fucking her then slipping out and moving the hood to rub at her engorged clit with hands freshly slickened by her own juices. With his free hand, he reached around to massage her trembling ass. “You're a good gal, aren't you, Sweetie?” he said soothingly and seductively into her ear. “Your name suits you because you're a sweet little filly.” She moaned and hung from the cross tie ropes, all of her trembling as she came closer and closer to her climax. He rubbed and smacked at her ass and worked her pussy tirelessly until with another plaintive whinny she came a second time and slumped, using the ropes to support herself.

  He smiled and slowly withdrew his hands, washing them in the nearby bucket. She thought for sure he was finished but Conner was a man of details. Before he finished he took out a wide tooth comb and brushed out her shoulder length, dark brown hair until it flowed tangle free. Not since she was a little girl had anyone brushed her hair- and never before had a man done it! She relaxed once again into his touch. When at last he was finished, he picked up a thick towel and industriously rubbed her down, drying her completely and exfoliating her skin. Then he walked back to the tack room and returned with a curious thing. It was a blanket, quilted and made just like many horse blankets she had seen before. He put it over her shoulders and fastened it around her neck. It hung and draped something like a cloak and went all the way down to her ankles. When she lay down, she would be able to pull her feet up underneath it. It was wonderfully warm and soft. She had never felt so relaxed before.

  Conner unhooked her and put her back on the lead. He led her to the middle of the stable, where her harness and various other bits of newly acquired tack hung neatly next to a tiny plaque with the words ‘Sweet Caroline.’ He pulled the door open and, clucking, lead her inside. He unhooked and slipped off her rope halter which he also hung on her door. “I'll be right back,” he said, ducking out. He actually left the stable and she wondered where he had gone, but presently he returned with two strange buckets. They were black plastic with long silver handles, the like of which she had seen a million times in barns. They were only a quarter of the depth of a horses bucket, though, and she realized that one held fresh clear water and the other must be her dinner! The buckets were shallow to allow her to eat and drink from them without her hands. He hung them from the inside wall of her stall and patted her affectionately. “Bon appétit, Sweetie,” he said with a grin. “It's getting late so I thought you might like to get settled in. The lights go out at 9:00 but there's a lamp if you want light later than that. I'll see you again, soon. If you don't mind, until you have an owner I think I'd like to be your regular groom.” She whinnied her enthusiastic approval of the suggestion and he laughed. “Get some rest,” he advised as he pulled the stall door closed. “It's a big day tomorrow!” She watched him as he walked, whistling, down the long row of stalls and out the door. She was shocked to see it was already dark outside. Had her grooming really taken so long?

  Suddenly, her stomach growled and she thought it was time to investigate the food. It proved to be a savory oatmeal casserole. She couldn't help but smile. What an appropriate meal for a human equine! It was easy to eat without hands, and she did so, delicately nibbling bites as she looked around her new accommodations. The ground was covered thickly with soft, fragrant straw. Over in the back left-hand corner there was a little cot with neatly folded blankets. In the opposite corner, not in view of her door, there was a spartan toilet and sink. She was relieved that she had her own facilities, but slightly embarrassed when she noticed that there was no screen. At the foot of her bed was her own little suitcase. She contemplated its contents. There was an outlet in the wall. She could get out her Upad and surf the 'net a little before bed. But no, that would break the wonderful chain of events that left her feeling so truly equine. She shook her head and drank from her water bucket. The water was cri
sp and slightly sweet and she realized there was crushed mint in it. Then she pulled one of the blankets from the bed and lay it in the lush, thick straw. It was just enough to protect her naked skin from prickles. She had slept in a hayloft often enough as a child to find her bed comfortable, and she nestled down in her fragrant nest happily, tucking her feet under the horse blanket that still hung from her shoulders. She drifted off to the sounds of rustling straw and the sleepy breathing of the ponies and horses in the nearby stalls. Never before had she felt so relaxed and at home. She had woken up this morning a nervous, excited woman scared witless about her first kink retreat. She fell asleep a beautiful and happy ponygirl, dreaming of the morning that would come and all it brought with it.

  Madame Carnegie's Best Broodmare

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  Goldie woke before the dawn, every inch of her skin alive with anticipation. She snuggled down in the deep straw under her blanket and took a moment to dwell on the pleasures of the coming day. She was tempted to masterbate, but she wanted to save every last drop of her arousal until the game began so she resisted, forcing herself to go no further than clenching and unclenching her moist cunt.

  Today was the day she would be bred.

  Granted, being bred was what Goldie did every time she came to Three Ferns Farm for their world famous ponyplay retreats. She was a broodmare, which meant that the majority of her time was spent having coordinated sex directed by her dear owner, Madame Lyn Carnegie. But time was going to be special because Goldie had a big, big secret.