The Fillies of Three Ferns Farm by Andrea Forsythe Page B

have your papers so they know what you like and what you'll do, and they'll bid on you just like at a real horse sale. It's good to do your first time because the money will cover whatever tack you buy that isn't covered by your registration fee. The cost of “buying” you goes first to cover your tack and the rest goes to supporting Three Ferns Farm. You don’t have to do it, though. If you want to be a barn horse with no owner you can do that, too. It's entirely up to you.”
    Amy knew immediately that she wanted to be a part of the auction, but Goldie had reminded her something else. “I read about the Tack Room on the website,” she said. “How does it work?”
    “ Well, it's like a big fetish store. It's in the main barn- that big one over there. They keep a huge supply of pony gear. We even have a few trainers and owners who do leather work so there's some custom work going on. Soon, one of the grooms will come and give you his, um, services according to the preferences on your papers. As a part of it you'll be taken into the Tack Room and you get to pick out your starter gear. They have everything I mean everything so you can really bankrupt yourself in there. The stuff that comes under the registration fee has white tags. You can have three white tags for your registration fee, but if you don’t want any of the white tags that money goes toward the other tack you want. Anything beyond that and it'll either be covered by your auction price or it will just go on your credit card.” Goldie went a little starry eyed for a moment. “If you take my advice, spoil yourself. If you're anything like me you've been waiting for this retreat for years, possibly your whole adult life. Enjoy it. For many of us, the first tacking up is a transformative experience.”
    Amy nodded. She absolutely meant to do just that. “How do I pick things out if I shouldn't talk to the groom?”
    “ Oh you'll get the hang of that really quick. Just act like a happy horse! You know... whinny a little when you see something you like or paw at the ground. Shy away from things you don't like. The grooms are good at what they do and they'll know exactly what you mean. Speaking of which...” Goldie gestured to a figure walking towards them from the direction of the barns. “Looooks like someone is coming for you! Oh! You're so lucky! It's Conner. He is a great groom and really easy on the eyes. You're on, girl! Let's frisk, come on!” Goldie tossed her hair and ran off at a trot, her small and very tanned tits bouncing as she ran to the gate for all the world like a horse greeting a familiar face. Amy followed at a somewhat more sedate pace, a little unsure of herself and feeling shy about being completely nude in front of a man she didn't know.
    Conner, as Goldie had called him, was a tall, young man, perhaps in his early thirties, with a smooth shaven face, a dimpled smile, square chin, and curly brown hair that was currently covered with a tweed flat cap. He wore an old fashioned white cotton shirt with khaki pants and suspenders. He had crystal blue eyes that were almost gray, and they wrinkled in a smile as the two human mares approached him. “Well hello there, girls” He fished in his pocket and came out with a pair of sugar cubes. Goldie took hers eagerly out of his flat palm with her full lips, but Amy blushed furiously as she gingerly plucked the treat from his hand with her teeth. “You must be Sweetie, huh girl?” he said, gently taking a hold of her rope halter. She shied away automatically and he made soothing sounds just as one would do with a restless mare. Despite herself, she found herself relaxing. Before she came, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to act the part of a pony convincingly, but the way he treated her made it so easy to respond with her inner equine. He opened the gate and gave Goldie a familiar pat as he hooked a cotton lead rope onto her halter and led Amy from the paddock and down the smooth