The Fillies of Three Ferns Farm Read Online Free PDF Page A

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