The Fillies of Three Ferns Farm
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“I don’t suppose you would be available to help me with a training session this afternoon?” Sally brightened. Just because she had ‘graduated’ didn’t mean she didn’t love watching Madame at work. It was an... inspiring thought.
“I would love to,” Sally said warmly. I wanted to speak to you anyway about the stud fee of King’s Ransom. Madame glanced in the ponyboy’s direction and smirked.
“Certainly. Your mare sure has him going. Have you thought of using her as a teaser mare?” Sally tilted her head.
“I hadn’t, but that’s an excellent idea. I can certainly understand why she would excite the stallions.” Madame chuckled, an uncharacteristic show of amusement.
“I just bet you do. I can, too, now that you mention it. Look me up at the guest house when you’re ready. I’m going to change.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Sally said with a smile. “C’mon, girl! Bat your eyes at the stallions later.” She pressed her heels into the mare’s sides again and they took off at a sedate pace back down the path. At last they made their way back to the stable and Tiger’s stall. Sally removed her bridle and cleaned the bit before hanging it on her stall door. Then she put Tiger’s simple rope halter back on and cross tying her in the center of the barn before removing the rest of her tack and stepping back to admire the newly naked ponygirl. Tiger was still a bit worse for wear after her time on the dusty ground of the training arena. Her dark “mane” even had bits of debris in it. “Well, there’s nothing for it but you’re going to have to have a full bath.” She pulled out the warm water hose and washed her thoroughly from her head to her toes, paying particular attention to the swollen, red pussy. It was tender and probably would be for some time, but she couldn’t help putting one gently finger between her mare’s thighs and teasing at the clit until she got one more sighing, gasping orgasm from the tired ponygirl. Tiger relaxed and leaned into her as she toweled her dry and put her blanket on her. It was still early in the day, but Sally thought the mare might appreciate a nap in her stall before being turned out for the evening. She kissed the pretty little ponygirl on the nose affectionately as she put her in her stall and Tiger broke character enough so smile back at her. Sally slid the door shut and gazed upon her ponygirl... her very first ponygirl. “Have a nice nap, Tiger,” she said as she flipped out the private overhead light. “You earned it, and you’ll need your strength. We have much more training to do, my pretty girl!”
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Table of Contents
The Tacking Up of Sweet Caroline
Madame Carnegie's Best Broodmare
Miss Sally's First Ponygirl
About the Author