The Fillies of Three Ferns Farm (2 page)

“
Well, Lass,” Conner said at length, leading her into the huge open doors of the main barn. “I reckon we'll get you tacked up first. You're the first new filly I've handled today so we'll have the Tack Room all to ourselves. I expect you'd like that.” The statement didn't demand a reply, but Amy felt like she should practice interacting with the groom like a pony, so she whinnied and tossed her head. Conner smiled as they walked down the long, clean barn. There were stalls on either side but the name plaques on them looked permanent. She would probably be housed in one of the stables that nestled around the main barn in a horseshoe pattern. She suspected that the main barn was for horses and ponies who had permanent owners.

Finally, they came to the back of the barn which was sectioned off and converted into a huge room. The floor inside was softer on her bare feet and slightly rubbery. She stared in awe at the enormous collection of pony gear. In one corner, hoof boots and mits were arranged neatly by size, type, and color. On the walls hung every kind of harness and bridle imaginable. There were saddles of various makes and tails, both small and understated and long and luxurious. He led her over to a series of hooks on the wall where he tied off her lead rope and pulled out a little bundle out of his waistband. She hadn't noticed it before, it must be her papers. He consulted them briefly and put them on a low table by the wall.

“
Let's see...” he said, thoughtfully, walking to the display where the horse tails lay on tables and hung from the walls. “We'll start with the basics. A lot of ponies say that having a tail helps them feel it, you know. The big question is whether you want one that attaches,” he held up a tail that was meant to be held in place with an o-ring on a harness. “Or one that, you know, stays inside.” Now, he held up a tail that ended in a shining silver butt plug.

Amy considered carefully. There were aspects of the butt plug that were tantalizing, but she had so admired the natural positioning, lush thickness, and graceful arch of Goldie's tail. Even with the best butt plugs the attachment couldn't be anatomically correct. She also noticed that the harness tails tended to be thicker and longer. She supposed you could support more weight on the harness than with your own ass. After a pause she snorted and tossed her head toward the harness tail. Conner smiled and put down the butt plug. She looked at it a little wistfully. Maybe another time...

“
Here are the white tag tails,” he said, displaying three tails in gray, dark brown, and black. They were fairly full but somewhat short, and she could tell that they weren't real horse hair. “Do you want to stick with these?” he asked. She snorted and this time kind of backed up and tossed her head with her face pointing down. True to Goldie's prediction, Conner read her intentions easily and he smirked. “I thought so. This is one place where the fillies tend to splurge. We have a lot of them but if you don't mind my suggestion I have a personal favorite for a bay ponygirl like you.”

The tail must be very special indeed because it was kept in a box on a long shelf. He took one out and displayed it for her. It was so long it would likely come down to the backs of her knees. It was made so that it would arch off her back just like Goldie's did, and the fine and subtle texturing let her know that it was natural horse hair. It had a fine matte sheen and she loved it from the first moment she saw it. She whinnied excitedly and Conner brought it closer. “You like that one? It really is the best one and a pretty little pony like you deserves the best.” He sat the box with the tail down on the low table. “Alright, let's handle the bridles next. Are you interested at all in a mask?” She snorted and shook her head. She admired the leather masks when they were worn on other people, but she enjoyed the freedom of feeling like a pony almost as much as she enjoyed the submission. She had tried one of the masks once at a fetish party and she didn’t like how it restricted her vision and movement. He nodded.

“
Alright, I see you're going to be training in harness. How about this one?” He held up a durable and sturdy looking bridle. It was shiny black leather with a silicone coated snaffle bit. “The bit can be removed,” he said, indicating the buckles that could be unhooked. “And you can also attach a plume here,” he pointed to the strap that would pass over her forehead where there was a subtle base stitched onto the back of the strap for a plume. “It doesn't come with reigns because it's primarily for harness work, but they can attach to the D-rings on the bit just like any bridle. We have ones that match.”

She looked at the bridle carefully. It was beautifully made. It shone in the light but somehow it wasn't just right. Amy didn't even need to show her feelings this time. Conner hung it back up and said, “I see this one isn't for you. How about this one?” He held up another. It was much like the first but this one had a strap that came down the forehead and then parted, probably above the nose, she thought. It didn't seem to have an attachment for a plume. It was black like the first one but it had a more natural, matte finish. It had a snaffle bit, too, and also a pair of blinders which intrigued her. There were also a pair of delicately pointed horse ears worked in leather attached to it. She loved it, but it still wasn't quite perfect. Again, he seemed to read her mind.

“
I think I know what the trouble is.” He reached down into a drawer that hung under the bridles. He turned his back to her, fiddling with the bridle. When he turned around it still had the graceful, pointing leather horse ears but they were worked in a beautiful brown leather that contrasted with the black bridle and reflected her bay coloring. It was perfect! She tossed her head and whinnied. He rewarded her with another of his sweet, honest smiles and said “It's not a white tag, but I am sort of getting the impression you don't care?” She snorted derisively. Hadn't she saved up for this all year? He shrugged. “Ok, on to the harness then.”

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.