All her life, Goldie had wanted a child. In her real life away from the barn and the bite, however, the spunky palomino ponygirl was an attorney with very little time for dating. The men she had met tended to be schmarmy, well... bastards. She never managed to find someone she was willing to share her life with, and at 39 she knew her days were numbered. Goldie wasn't the type to be held back by social convention, and she had money enough to raise a child alone comfortably. Initially she had decided on sperm donation, but every time she read a brochure her mind had inevitably drifted back to her ponyplay retreats. After all, she thought as she sat up and stretched luxuriously. Everyone who comes to these things has to have a clean background check and a clean physical six months and immediately before joining in a retreat. Almost everyone here tend to be fairly successful. When you get right down to it, what do sperm donating men have other than clean backgrounds and a reasonable level of intelligence?
Nothing, that's what. She had thought long and hard about it. It wasn't exactly ethical. She was one of the relatively few broodmares who allowed sex without condoms, but her papers listed her method of birth control. Intentionally impregnating herself was dishonest. But, in the end, her lust and desire had won out. It's not as if I'll be after anyone for child support. I mean, I won't know WHO the sire will be, and I guarantee you I make as much or more than every one of them. I don't need help. I just need a little sperm Yes, she could get that sperm in a more conventional manner, but this was going to be so, so much more fun.
Light started to creep through under the barn door. She leaned on the door to her stall, admiring her shiny, permanent name plaque. “All That Glitters” was worked in beautiful scrolling letters an an appropriately golden background. This was the first time that she was staying in the main barn, a location exclusive to human equines who had permanent owners at Three Ferns Farm. Around her, signs of life from the other stalls indicated that others were starting to wake and prepare for their days. Mornings often started early on the farm, though some ponies were kept up at night and it was generally considered good manners to be quiet in the barn until quite late in the morning.
“Goldie!” An excited whisper came from the stall on her right. It was Gypsy, a woman who identified as a gypsy vanner and who had been coming to Three Ferns even longer than Goldie. Her show name was Gypsy Moon and her name plaque had a big, full harvest moon on the corner. She was also the only person in the entire world who knew Goldie’s secret. “Today’s the day, isn’t it?”
Goldie grinned and walked over to the wall between them so that they could whisper to each other more comfortably. At the farm, this kind of sneaky talking between the human equines was referred to as “Black Beautying.” Goldie was always glad that Gypsy was a Black Beauty-er. She wasn’t sure she could make it through a whole day without gossiping with her best buddy. The pair kept in close touch when they were apart in their normal lives via emails and telephone. Being next door to Gypsy was probably the best thing about getting moved into the main bar. “It sure is! Madame said that we would get started early and go all day. It sounds like she has a lot of stallions and someone’s going to film the whole thing.”
“And you’re really going through with it?”
“Yep! And it’s a good time of the month. It couldn’t be better timed.”
Gypsy squealed and jumped up and down in the soft straw of her stall. “Eee! That’s so exciting. I’ll be thinking fertile thoughts for you. And that reminds me... I know something you don’t know!” The last was said in a sing-song voice. Goldie was instantly curious.
“What?” she asked, leaning even closer to the wall between them. “Don’t hold out on me, girl!”
“Wellllll,” Gypsy was obviously in the mood for being coy. “Yesterday I got to be a teaser mare for a stallion. They got out at least six loads from him. I am almost certain that his jizz is meant for you. Should help things along, shouldn’t it?”
Goldie shuddered with increased anticipation. “Oh I love it when Madame does artificial insemination! And what good timing! Oh god I am going to explode.”
“You better wait to explode until after it’s all over! It would be such a waste if you didn’t.” Gypsy giggled but went instantly quiet as the barn doors slid open. The click of boots was audible over the quiet murmurings of the ponygirls and ponyboys in their stalls. Goldie whickered in greeting as her mistress and permanent owner, Madame Lyn Carnegie, appeared before her stall door. This was not her real name, but unlike her relationship with Gypsy, Goldie didn’t know anything about her mistress outside of the farm. She preferred it that way.
“Good morning, Goldie,” Madame Carnegie said in her crisp british accent. “I trust you are well rested? This is a big day for you.” Goldie leaned out over the bottom half of her stall door and bobbed her head enthusiastically. “Excellent. We shall begin at 10 o’clock sharp. I think it would be best if you had some outdoor exercise before we begin, so I shall turn you out into one of the paddocks and instruct the grooms to bring your breakfast to you outside. I will send Johnathon to collect you.” With that she opened the stall door and took up Goldie’s halter, flipping it over the ponygirl’s head deftly. She hooked on a lead rope and tied her off at one of the brackets in the wall before putting her into her harness and tail. Because Goldie didn’t bear riders or pull carts, her harness was entirely decorative. It was worked in white leather which contrasted nicely with her deeply tanned skin. Her small, perky breasts were framed in leather and the crotch was open. The only practical purpose it served was to act as an anchor for her long, beautiful tail which matched her platinum blonde hair perfectly.
Gypsy gave her a sneaky thumbs up as Madame Carnegie led Goldie past her stall and out into the bright morning sun where she turned her out into an empty paddock. Now began a long period of anxious waiting for the tall, lean palomino ponygirl. She was too excited and nervous to stand still so she walked and occasionally jogged laps around the paddock. Passerbys often stopped to lean against the fence and watch her graceful movements and she passed a few happy minutes showing off for humans and human equines alike. Soon, one of the grooms she recognized as Tom brought her her breakfast. It was her favorite muesli mixed with dried fruits of all types, but she barely tasted it as she gulped down most of it. All she could think about were the stallions who were going to be inside her soon.
After what seemed like eons, Jonathan finally came to collect her. He was a groom like Tom and Connor and all the others at Three Ferns Farm, but unlike them he was employed directly by Madame Carnegie to look after her permanently owned ponygirls and boys. Goldie pranced and whinnied when she saw him coming and he laughed as he opened the gate and attached her lead rope. “Woah girl! Someone’s in estrus for sure, isn’t she?” She danced away from him impudently and he had to use both hands to get her under control. She loved doing that to grooms. The trick was to turn around and get the lead rope caught up by your shoulder. You can’t pull hard when the lead rope is only attached to your halter, but get your shoulder into it and you can surprise even a strong man! “Ok, ok!” he said, as he patted her on the back and butt. “No more jokes. Come one, let’s get you ready. I see Madame already tacked you up so we only have one more chore to do. Let’s get you to the breeding center.” She followed him readily enough now, and at times she wished she really was as big as a mare so that she could drag him more quickly to the large, indoor space that was often used for events like this. When they finally arrived the place was empty, though Goldie saw that someone had already come in and set up three cameras. Wow! She had allowed herself to be filmed for Madame’s private collection before, but never had there been three camera views! Madame must have really prepared this time.
Jonathan tied her off and pulled a roll of purple vet-stretch wrap from his pocket. “We’d better wrap that lovely tail of yours,” he said was he picked it up and started wrapping the stretchy material around the dock, or the part closest to her ass. Around and around he went. Goldie’s
tail was made with a stiff dock to give it a natural curve and the vet wrap accentuated it. When he was done he stood back to examine the wrap job. Now her lovely tail would be kept clean when wave after wave of hot man juice washed into her. Next Jonathan brought over a tub of warm water and washed her cunt thoroughly, copping a feel or two and slipping a finger in and out of her warm hole more than once. “You’re all ready,” he said, drying his hands. “I have to leave you here for a minute and go do some last minute prep with the stallions. Madame will be with you shortly. Oh wait, I almost forgot!” He took the vet stretch wrap back out and passed it over her wrists a few times. “Madame’s orders. She wanted to be sure you didn’t start the festivities early.” Goldie blushed. As if she would go against her Madame’s wishes!
She was left all alone in the huge echoing indoor enclosure. With her hands bound and her halter tied to the wall she could do nothing but stand there and flex her cunt, trying to give herself the tiniest bit of relief against the overwhelming arousal she faced. Finally. she heard movement and her owner, followed by a parade of people and human stallions, paraded into the breeding center.
Goldie suddenly felt a little shy. It’s ridiculous, she thought. I’ve done stuff like this a million times, but not with so many people watching me! There were eight people all together in the room: three human stallions and a groom for each one of them (one of them was Jonathan.) Then there was a cameraman who would alternate between the three cameras to adjust their angles, and her owner, and another woman wearing a pair of powder blue scrubs. Goldie wasn’t sure about the purpose of the last watcher, but she stood quietly and professionally behind Madame so Goldie knew she was supposed to be there.
Madame herself had put on an apron to protect her immaculate clothing. She wore what Goldie thought of “British Elite”, including a freshly pressed white shirt under a tailored tweed jacket, riding breeches, and practical black boots. Madame paused only for a moment for the cameraman to get the three cameras rolling and pointing directly at the central area where the action would be taking place. Madame’s red and white padded gymnastic vaulting table was already there. Not that she was going to ask Goldie to perform gymnastics or do a hand vault. Hardly! Madame used it to support and sometimes restrain her during long breeding sessions. Madame had adopted it years ago, long before she bought Goldie, but as far as the palomino ponygirl was concerned it was genius. The vaulting table is a medium side adjustable table with one downward slanting edge. Goldie could lie with her stomach on the slant and put her weight across the length of it. Madame often tied her arms under the table to bind her to it. Because Goldie had some back troubles, the vaulting table was a god given gift when it came to withstanding the long, hard fuck sessions Goldie loved so much. Knowing Madame’s thoroughness, it was adjusted perfectly to her height.
When the cameraman was set up and ready to follow Madame with the main camera view, she strode purposefully over to Goldie making soothing sounds.
“Good girl,” she said, patting her affectionately all over her body. It’s a big day for you. I simply could not decide which stallion to put you to this year, so I picked out several. All of them would make lovely foals.” Goldie had to repress a giggle. Madame didn’t know about her plans and having her secret gave a whole new layer to the experience. “First we have King’s Ransom. Reginald?” She nodded to the first groom who led a powerful human stallion out and displayed him. He was tall with dark brown hair and a blocky build. He wore very little tack, just a black butt plug tail. Goldie had heard of his stamina and, she looked down... woah. Tales of his cock certainly hadn’t been exaggerated. He really was hung like a horse.
“Next we have Pan Pipes. Jonathan, if you please.” Jonathan led a curly haired, freckled young man forward. This one had a full latex bodysuit on with only a cut out for his cock. He also wore full hoof mits and boots. She was looking forward to feeling the cool latex warm on her skin. He wasn’t as well hung as King’s Ransom but he already had a raging hardon. At least he was willing!
“And finally, Zambezi. Connor?” Connor led out a huge man with dark skin and powerful muscles. From one or two short conversations she knew that Zambezi was actually from Africa, though he had been a little coy about exactly where. She thought his accent sounded a little Kenyan but she was no expert and anyway it would kind of make sense if it was a country through which the river he was named for flowed. Oh well. She liked the big man with the surprisingly soft spoken personality. Of course, if he was the one to get her pregnant she would eventually know about it, but who care? He would make beautiful babies. This was the very first time she had been bred to him and she couldn’t be more thrilled. His cock looked smaller than both the other two but she knew it was only because the rest of him was huge. She hoped his handler let him go a little wild on her. She ached to be pinned down by those strong arms...
“I had a fourth pick, but his owner required his presence today so I arranged to collect adequate semen from him yesterday. We will save that for the end, however. Best to get started while the stallions are fresh. Now... who shall be the first to top this mare...?” The grooms stood professionally in a row with the stallions on their right side. The stallions were all sweating and now everyone of them had a raging erection, but they all kept their eyes down and averted. Madame would sometimes tolerate a bit of high spiritedness from her mares, but she was extremely strict with her stallions. She examined each human stallion one by one, checking their gums, touching their boners with her gloved hands, and feeling the muscles of their haunches and ass. Finally she seemed to make a decision. “I think we shall begin with the youngest stud. I thought perhaps he should be allowed to watch and learn, but I think it would be best if we let our mare get broken in with the stud who is most likely to be tractable, and it wouldn’t do to let the young fellow get overexcited. I’ll take it from here, Johnathan, if you would only be so kind as to put on the mare’s breeding hobbles.” Goldie saw him grin as he willingly handed over the latex wearing stallion and took the breeding hobbles from the wall. They were real pony breeding hobbles and they attached at the chest strap of her harness and then around her legs. They would prevent her from kicking backwards and potentially damaging any important parts of the stallion who was going to mount her. Of course, Goldie knew better than to kick any of her hot fucking partners in the balls, but she enjoyed the struggle and often pretended as if she was going to do just that. If she got really bad Madame would also put a spacer bar between her ankles, but she thought she would save that kind of behavior for later. The little stallion who was approaching her nervously wouldn’t know what to do if she got too rough with him. It was clear he was a little new to this.
“Jonathan, you will hold the mare by her halter. If she becomes intractable we will use the restraints but for now your gentle touch may be enough.” She smiled pertly at Jonathan who saluted her and took a firm grip of Goldie’s halter. Goldie pranced a little in place in a spirited way as Madame and the scrubs wearing attendant washed the stallion’s cock and balls just as Jonathan had bathed her pussy. Then Madame walked over to Goldie, snapping on a latex glove and squirting a generous portion of lubricant into her hand. She clinically rubbed it onto and into Goldie who moaned and quivered as someone finally touched her poor, throbbing cunt. It was so close now. She was so hungry to be filled up. Even though she generally enjoyed a little struggle she knew wouldn’t fight this first stallion at all.
Madame took the stallion by his halter and led him forward. Goldie leaned forward as far as she could, her wrapped tail lifting high off of her back along its natural curve. With his hoof gloves on, the ponyboy couldn’t guide his cock into her so he started thrusting his hips as he came close to her, the head of his cock slapping tantalizingly close to her hole. She flexed it, holding it as wide open as she could as Madame leaned over and expertly guided his cock inside her little mare. Goldie made a low, animalistic chuffing sound as the feeling of delicious fullness washed over her. They had not yet
given her anything to lean on, and with her hands bound she couldn’t support herself well. The eager, willing stallion solved her problem by draping his mitted arms over her hips and holding tight to her as he pounded away at her. Her little apple tits bounced and wiggled as he fucked her forcefully. Just like stallions, they were instructed to pound her with no goal other than to blow their load inside of her. Any pleasure beyond the filling of her tight hole would be provided by her owner.
Even so, she was so horny and needy that she found herself approaching an orgasm. Goldie almost never came from being fucked from behind so it would be a minor miracle. She closed her eyes tight and let herself go in the moment, imagining him as a powerful black stallion fucking her and praying that he could keep pounding her cunt long enough for her to cum. Suddenly, she felt the touch of Madame’s hands on her tits, rubbing and stimulating her perky nipples. It was all the help she needed. She careened over the edge of her orgasm, whinnying loudly as she clamped down on him. A second later he answered her with a deeper animal sound and came a large, hot load into her. He rested on top of her for a moment as the twitches of his orgasm left him, then withdrew his cock slowly. It bounced as it fell out of her, still rock hard, and a trickle of white cum dripped onto the floor. Goldie was panting and trembling with her own powerful climax, but she recovered just enough to turn her body subtly so that the two waiting stallions and the grooms would be given a very interesting view. She tightened and released her muscles, winking her cunt at them as the jizz of the first lucky stallion dribbled out of her and onto the sawdust floor of the breeding shed.
“That was well done,” Madame Carnegie said as she exchanged lead rope with Jonathan. The groom took charge of the stallion again, winking to Goldie as he led the sweating, sated ponyboy back to the line of waiting ponyboys. Madame took Goldie’s lead rope firmly in hand. Goldie had straightened up, and was eyeing the stallions with eagerness, trying to guess which one her owner would have take her next. “It is best if I handle the mare’s head during this next breeding. King’s Ransom is a hellova stallion. He’s one of mine, you know. But he tends to be over eager and I know from experience that Goldie responds poorly to that sort of thing. Use a firm hand with him, Reginald.”
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