The Fillies of Three Ferns Farm

by Andrea Forsythe

  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.

  Her preparations complete, she unhooked the mare from the wall and led her to the small round pen that was set up in the large indoor arena. Once inside she took off Tiger’s halter, and the ponygirl looked a little undecided about what to do now that she had been given her freedom. Then she took up her long training stick, the rope “whip” wrapped around the handle. This was a difficult moment for Sally. She worked with horses in real life just like many of the ponyplay trainers, and she knew she had to keep in mind that humans equines and bio-equines were wired differently. She would never swat a bio-horse in training and to do so now seemed a little wrong, surrounded as she was by the familiar trappings of horsemanship. But the ponygirl specifically said in her papers that she wanted this level of punishment during her training and inside Sally knew she was dying to give it to the sexy, dark haired woman. She struck out the end of the training stick, bringing it with a swishing thwack upon the ponygirl’s ass. Tiger let out a startled sound like a whinny and started making quick circles around Sally. Then, the ponygirl’s eyes went wide when she realized her motions were causing the vibrator to rub at her clit and she slowed down, walking wide legged. Sally allowed the mare to go slowly at first because she was unused to the presence of even the very small clitoral vibrator which rubbed her with every step she took. She grinned as she saw a the blush coming back to the woman's face. If the mare embarrassed that easily it was going to make the trainer's work easy indeed. "Hup!" Sally cried as she struck out with the training stick again to make her increase her pace. She let the lead out so that the circle widened as she encouraged the mare to quicken her pace. Sally noticed that Tiger didn't pick her feet up nearly enough, and made a mental note to work with her extensively on her gait later on. For now, though, she would focus only on bending the new ponygirl to her will.

  Once Sally had the mare trotting in wide circles she reached into her tall boot and pulled out the tiny wireless remote for the vibrator. Things were about to get more interesting. “Yah!” she shouted, flicking the rope end again at the ponygirl. She started to move faster, her breasts wobbling and bouncing with each jog until the ponygirl finally settled into a two legged canter. Sally let her go long enough until she was really tired and sweating and then she held the training stick out ahead of Tiger to signal her to stop. She slowed to a jiggling stop, panting a little and her entire body covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

  “There’s a good girl. Have a little rest,” Sally said, pressing the small button on the wireless remote. The ponygirl threw up her head with shock as the vibrator came alive, rubbing against her clit and buzzing against the stiff leather of the chastity belt. She let out a little moan and Sally permitted herself another smile of triumph. She walked toward the ponygirl, keeping her pose relaxed and casual and again she started touching and fondling the mare all over, running her hands over her sweat slicked breasts and down her back. The mare shivered and moaned, leaning into Sally’s petting especially when her hand was on her tits and her firm, round ass. “Yes... you’re a sweet little thing, aren’t you?” Sally said soothingly, watching the effect of her words on the ponygirl who looked down shyly. After a while, the tensing and relaxing of the mare’s muscles and her increased moans and wiggling of her hips let Sally know that the beautiful mare was getting close to orgasm. Without further comment she stepped back into the center of the ring and turned off the vibrator. She held out the training stick until the ponygirl turned to face the other direction. Sally noticed that the mare did not start moving even though she surely knew by now what her trainer wanted. She needed the smack to her ass. Obligingly, Sally swatted out with the end of the training stick and a second red line joined the first on the pristine, white flesh of her ass cheeks. Now the ponygirl was trotting in the opposite direction. She did seem to move more readily now that she was used to the presence of the vibrator on her clit. Sally watched her carefully. Every time she thought Tiger might be coming close to an orgasm she slowed her down. It seemed that the trotting motion was the one that got her close to the edge, so she mostly walked the mare until she was ready to go another round. Once Sally judged it was time, she smacked the mare’s ass again to get her back up to the canter. Tiger leapt willingly into action this time, her tits flying and bobbing wildly as she mimicked a horse’s canter. Sally giggled. The mare must be so eager because she anticipated the rest, not to mention the thrumming rub of the vibrator and the touch of her trainer’s hands.

  Well, she would get both of those things, but Sally was going to make her work for them. She made the mare canter for longer this time, waiting until her breathing showed signs of becoming ragged. Once again she threw the training stick out in the path of the cantering ponygirl who immediately came to a grateful stop, sweating more now and breathing deep, grateful breaths. Sally let her have a moment or two of a real rest before slowly turning the vibrator back up. The first time it had only been on half strength, so this time she pushed it to about seventy-five percent of the maximum vibration. The ponygirl moaned and stood with her legs apart, the tops of her thighs shivering as the vibrator buzzed on her tender clit. Sally walked toward her again, and touched her all over. This time she pressed her hand against the stiff leather of the chastity belt, and even though the mare couldn’t possibly feel the pressure of her hand much she leaned into the touch, trying to use Sally’s hand to push the vibrator even closer to her cunt. “No,” Sally admonished with a smart smack to her ass. “Bad girl. You don’t control that.” To punish the ponygirl further she turned it up full blast for a second. Tiger gasped with shock and spread her legs. She looked a little off balance, so Sally did let her lean a little on her hand as she caressed her back, ass, and fine brown-nippled tits. Her hands slid slickly over the sweaty skin, and Sally could feel the mare begin to tremble as once again she approached orgasm. The mare was almost ready. One more time. She turned off the vibrator.

  Tiger looked at her with hope and maybe just a bit of desperation as Sally moved back to the center of the round pen, but the trainer turned around with an implacable look in her eye. “Yah!” She cried, giving the mare another resounding crack on her broad ass. This was a really good thwack that made both her ass cheeks wobble and Tiger jumped before starting
to walk round again. Sally coaxed her into a trot, watching in satisfaction as the ponygirl’s own motions forced herself back up close to cuming yet again. Sally sped her up and slowed her down three times before whipping her back up into the canter. She noticed a bit of an irregularity in the mare’s tired gait and this time she stopped her earlier. She was so tired and so stimulated her legs were starting to go wobbly. It wouldn’t do to overtire the mare. She turned the vibrator on as the mare came to a grateful stop but this time she only turned the slider up to about a quarter power. It would do little but provide a bit of pleasant stimulation but it was unlikely to cause an orgasm.

  Sally left the panting mare in the center of the round pen to rest and enjoy the gentle sensation of the vibrator as she walked over to the tack and equipment and collected the mare’s bridle. She inspected it before attempting to put it on, making sure she had all the straps straight and untwisted. She examined the coated snaffle bit, checking for any sharp edges or imperfections that may damage the delicate mouth of her prized mare. When it was ready to her satisfaction she laid it over her shoulder and walked gently back to Tiger.

  The ponygirl had calmed and while she was still coated in sweat she was far more composed and standing normally despite the perpetually buzzing vibrator. Sally paused to caress her head and ears. She took the training stick which she still had in one hand and turned it so that the blunt end was upward. “Before expecting a horse to accept the bit,” she said as if reminding herself of her next step. “It is best to train her on gentler methods. Try getting the mare to accept a lead rope or other thin, padded object into her mouth throughout her training.” As she spoke she held the padded handle of the training stick to her ponygirl’s mouth, pressing gently but insistently. After only a moment’s hesitation she accepted the foreign object into her mouth, her brown eyes looking into Sally’s as she blushed again. “Oh good girl,” Sally said as she stroked the mare’s head, shoulders, and breasts. She caught the ponygirl showing the barest hint of a smile around the handle filling her mouth. Good! She was responding to Sally’s praise as readily as she responded to her corrections.