After putting the four fillies away for the day, Randor got cleaned up and, collecting the Ebony from Berin’s stall, bridled and mounted him for the ride back to Glynda’s. Berin was definitely not happy to see the Ebony leave so Randor resolved to tell Latkin and suggest that he take her to visit him again soon. On the short ride to Glynda’s, Randor noticed a real friskiness in the Ebony, but remembered that Berin often had that effect on young Stallions.

As soon as Randor arrived at Glynda’s she took the Ebony from him and put the stallion back in his stall where a young Buckskin filly was waiting. Although only about an hour earlier the Ebony had been energetically servicing Berin as she lay on her back in the straw of her large stall, he appeared completely “recharged” and approached the filly with no hesitation whatever. When she saw the size of the stallion’s member the filly backed away from him, but at the same time could not take her eyes off of him.

As he sensed her trepidation, the big Ebony approached the filly slowly as she had backed herself into a corner of the stall. When he had been fitted with his security harness, Glynda had made sure that its chains were a bit longer than usual allowing him a bit more freedom in his hand movement. This allowed him to reach out enough to gently grasp the girl by her shoulders and pull her body against his pressing her naked belly against his rigid member. He rubbed against her for several minutes until she began to breathe rapidly and to undulate against him in return.

Stepping backwards into a deep pile of straw at the end of his stall, the Ebony slowly sat down then lay back pulling the girl down on top of him. She then slid her body up on his until she could feel his member between her own legs and began rubbing her opening against him faster and faster. At this point her breath was coming is short pants and her readiness was obvious. Rising up as high as she could on her knees, the filly slowly allowed his member to enter her soaking slit then carefully lowered herself on top of his body until she had taken all of him inside her. Once she realized that she could handle his magnificent penis without splitting, the filly went absolutely wild thrusting with abandon for many minutes until her body stiffened and she cried out spasmodically. Shortly thereafter the stallion also shuddered and arching his back lifted the filly completely off of the stall floor.

Randor and Glynda who had been watching the two turned to each other. Taking his arm she began leading him out of the stable toward her house.

“Let’s leave them to their fun,” she said. “The Buckskin’s owner won’t be back to get her until after dinner, and they may want to have another go at each other by then. Even if they don’t, I’m sure her owner will be happy with the changes this will have made in her. He’s a new customer and when he rode her into the yard here she was as tense and jumpy as any filly I’ve seen in months. He told me she’d been giving him trouble for several weeks. Well, unless I’m wrong, and I rarely am about such matters, he’ll really like the way she behaves for him on the way back home. If so, maybe he won’t make her wait so long before bringing her back.”

“If he can continue to hold out like you said yesterday, you’re going to pay for your Ebony in less time than you thought,” Randor commented. “Not only is he physically impressive, he seems to know to take it slowly on young fillies like that Buckskin. He looks to be, what, in his mid twenties? A lot of young stallions like that are pretty hard on fillies like her, and with his “equipment” he can certainly frighten them if not actually hurt them a bit.”

“He was like that from the first day. I think that Elle had been using him to service their big Ebony filly. You know; the one that I told you about that Hrema was riding when they arrived at the village. She’s every bit as big as he is and probably a few years older. Maybe she taught him how to behave around “ladies,” Glynda said a bit coyly. “By the way, do you want to eat first or later?”

“Why don’t we eat later,” Randor replied smiling as the two walked arm in arm towards Glynda’s house. “Besides, you have a customer coming back after dinner to get his Buckskin, remember? Besides, you promised to tell me more about this Ebony filly that impressed you so.”

“Just like my stallion, she had to be almost seven feet tall if she was an inch,” she replied. “And her back and leg muscles rippled under that beautiful black skin of hers. She’s muscled a lot like Vixin, only more than a half foot taller and just plain bigger overall.”

“Well she’d need to be if Hrema is planning on riding her regularly.” said Randor. “He isn’t exactly small for a Trader. Did she seem well trained, your stallion certainly is?”

“The first time I saw her Hrema was riding her bareback and had her prancing for him down the main street of the village with Elle following driving the wagon,” Glynda replied.

“Prancing,” Randor exclaimed. “Is her skin anywhere near as smooth and silky as that of your stallion? If her skin is like that and she worked up a good sweat, her back would be as slippery as oil. How did he stay on her without a saddle?”

“She’s probably smoother,” said Glynda. “She’s an absolutely gorgeous animal, and every time I saw Hrema riding her she never even broke a sweat. She must be in fabulous physical condition.”

“That’s amazing. Carrying a full grown Trader and not even sweating. I know that with their training and diet any of my girls could carry that much weight, but they would sure work up a sweat pretty fast doing it, and I don’t know how long they could keep going,” he said. “Wasn’t she bothered by being made to carry that much weight? She must have noticed how much smaller every other rider around was than the big one on her back. After all, Hrema must weigh over three times what an elf does.”

“Just the opposite,” she said. “Being ridden by Hrema seems to be the center of that filly’s world.”

“He’s tall enough that he doesn’t need to make her kneel to mount or dismount, just crouch, like Berin does for Latkin. Anyway, any time he gets near her she drops down and looks back over her shoulder as if she’s begging him to mount her. When he dismounts the first thing she does is turn around and nuzzle him until he literally has to tie her up to get away from her.”

“Let’s hope he keeps her then,” Randor commented. “A saddle girl with that kind of affection for her owner is a real pleasure to own. He will be able to get her to do virtually whatever he wants. It’s like that for me with Vixin, and I know that Latkin and Berin and Prindor with Lacie are a lot the same.”

“Anyway, what else happened? When did you buy the stallion from them? You said earlier that they spent a couple of days here this time,” Randor continued.

“They were here for two days selling their wares. They set up their wagon in the trading yard and picketed their team there under the trees. Then, about every hour or so, they would put on a kind of show to attract customers. All day Hrema and Elle took turns riding the Ebonies around the village. Hrema always rode the filly and Elle the stallion; at least until I bought him from her,” Glynda said, smiling. “Their system certainly worked. Whenever either would ride around town, folks would follow them back just to get a closer look at the Ebonies. Once there at their wagon most stayed to buy something.”

“If the Ebonies were improving their business so much, how did you get them to sell the stallion to you?” asked Randor.

“You mean get her to sell him, not them,” she answered. “Elle owned both the Ebonies before she and Hrema agreed to become mates and partners. Remember she has been a dealer in exotics for quite some time, and a very successful one from what I hear.”

“Anyway, I went to see them the first day they were here and asked if there was any chance that she might want to sell her stallion. I explained that in my business I was obviously interested in him, and would she be interested in breaking up the pair. She said “sure” and named a price.”

“I was pretty surprised that she was so quick to want to sell him, so I asked her why and where she got him. She told me that she bought the two of them wild from the raider who caught them, and had all their papers in order if that was of concern. She then told me that she had them trained by someone down South named Grenmor,” Glynda explained. “Have you ever heard of him?”

“Have I heard of him?” Randor exclaimed. “He’s only the best trainer in the business for as long as anyone can remember. I didn’t know he was still alive, let alone still working. That’s where Latkin learned so much. He worked for Grenmor for over a hundred years. I can’t wait to tell him the old man is still around.”

“Well, that explains what she told me next,” Glynda went on. “She said that Grenmor came out of retirement just to train the Ebonies for her because when he saw what incredible animals they were, he wanted to do one last job and train them himself.”

“That certainly explains why your stallion is such a dream to ride,” said Randor. “What else did she say?”

“She said that Grenmor went back into retirement once he finished with the Ebonies and referred her to you and Latkin for any future training she might need. She also said that I could contact Grenmor if I needed verification of the stallion’s training,” Glynda replied.

“That was certainly nice of him to refer her to Latkin and me,” said Randor with obvious pride. “But that still doesn’t explain why she was willing to sell him.”

Glynda went on, “She said that although she would really prefer to keep him to ride herself, she really needed to sell him to take advantage of a once in a lifetime opportunity she had come across to buy an extremely rare exotic.”

“We bargained a bit and closed the deal,” she continued. “The next day they went to Bothar’s and ordered one of his saddles for the filly, packed the wagon, hitched up their team, and left. They said that they’d be back in a few weeks when the saddle was ready. She also said that if her deal for this rare exotic went through as she hoped, she would bring her when they returned and wanted to talk with you about training her. Elle wouldn’t tell me any more than that, so all I know is that she may have some real special filly for you to train for her when they get back.”

“Well, I rarely turn down business,” Randor said. “Other than an occasional Wegin or Ebony or half breed, we don’t get too many exotics to train in this part of the country. I wonder what kind of exotic she is talking about. This is really very interesting. I’ll be looking forward to their return.”

“Also, if they were willing to pay Bothar’s price for a saddle, they must be planning on keeping the Ebony filly.” He continued. “I’m glad. If she was trained by Grenmor and acts the way you described around Hrema, he’s one lucky Trader and needs to hold on to her. I just hope that Elle will recognize that and not sell her to buy some other rare exotic.”

“I don’t think that she will need to if the deal for the one she was talking about goes through. I got the impression that she will clear enough on this one to finance a whole bunch of deals,” Glynda said.

“Anyway, you bought the stallion, and I won’t ask what you paid. Whatever it was, it was probably worth that and more since he was trained by Grenmor. You said he has worked out for you right from the start?” Randor asked. “I’m not surprised.”

“Almost,” she replied. “The first few days he seemed almost angry and was actually a little rebellious. Don’t get me wrong, he certainly took good care of the fillies and mares that I put in with him, but he seemed agitated otherwise. I actually believe he was missing the Ebony filly. I’ve always said that we don’t really know what goes on in these animal’s minds.”

“Anyway,” she went on. “After a couple of nights I moved him to a stall near Tor and Buc, and he has been fine ever since. I’ve used that tactic before with new stallions, and it always seems to work. You know, we don’t really know how much these animals communicate with each other when we’re not around,” she said.

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Randor said with obvious skepticism. “Anyway, you said that you’d ordered a saddle for him from Bothar. Do you plan to start riding more? I thought you had grown accustomed to using a buggy.” He asked.

“I still love driving Tor, Buc or any of my stallions, and a buggy is much more convenient when you have something to carry, but with an animal like him, riding has really become fun again,” she replied. “He needs a good run every morning to get him loosened up for his day’s activities. Besides, I discovered that he is a bit skittish when hitched to a buggy. As well trained as he is for riding, I somehow don’t think he got much harness work from Grenmor. I was hoping that you or Latkin might find the time to help get him used to working in harness.”

Randor explained, “Grenmor’s real mastery has always been in his ability to develop a proper attitude, if you want to call it that, in the animals he trained. He literally trained them to want to please their owners, and to literally enjoy being ridden, especially by a skillful rider.”

“Grenmor considered harness training to almost be beneath him and something that owners should take care of themselves. Your stallion is probably just unaccustomed to being harnessed, and it makes him nervous. I’m sure we can work something out to get him comfortable with drawing your buggy,” said Randor grinning, as by this time they had reached Glynda’s house and were undressing in her bed chamber.

As she turned down the covers of her large bed, Glynda said, “I certainly enjoy our activities in the stable, and love the sweet smell of the straw in the loft combined with the smell of leather tack and the animals below, but, after a while straw does tend to itch.”

Later, over a delightful dinner, Glynda asked, “Well, what do you think I should name my Ebony?”

“Voden.” Randor said without a moment’s hesitation, Voden being the elven word for Prince or ruler. “He’s an absolutely outstanding animal and already well on his way to becoming the prince of your stable.”

“You know, that’s perfect,” Glynda replied. “It obviously took a prince to get me excited about riding again. I’m really looking forward to getting Voden’s saddle and tack when Bothar finishes it. I ordered it in white leather with a bridle and harnesses to match.”

“That’s going to make a really striking contrast with his beautiful black skin, especially when he’s shining with sweat. You will look absolutely fantastic whether riding or driving him. Also, I can’t think of any better way to promote the services of your stable,” he said in total admiration. “I’m excited just thinking of the figure you’re going to cut around the village.”

“Speaking of excitement, how are you doing with your little strawberry?” Glynda asked.

“You’ve got to come see her,” he said. “The more time I spend working with her the more similarities I see between her and Vixin. I wish there was some way to tell if they come from the same blood line. They did, of course, both come from the same herd of humans although almost twenty years apart.”

“I’m probably just imagining things, and I know that I am spending entirely too much of my own time on her. I’m supposed to be running the entire operation not worrying about the training of one wild girl, and a little one at that,” he said. “But there was just something about her right from the start when she was so hard to catch that continues to fascinate me. I just know that trained right she is going to make someone an absolutely outstanding mount.”

“After that buildup, I guess I’d better come see her,” Glynda replied with a slight degree of indulgence. “I know you need to get back first thing tomorrow. Let me get things under control here, and maybe I can find the time to ride Voden over to your place tomorrow afternoon. I only have one mare for him to take care of in the morning, a filly after lunch, and nothing the rest of the day. Maybe while I’m there Latkin might have time to hitch him to a buggy, and tell me what I need to do to settle him down. Do you think you have a buggy harness that might fit him? He is awfully big.”

“That sounds like a very good plan to me. I’m sure we can find something that can be adjusted to fit him. We can always use the hip belt part of either Tana’s or Beth’s wagon harness if we have to.” he said. “Why don’t you make it late afternoon? I’ll show Little Red off for you then.”

“What do you mean “Little Red?” Glynda asked. “I thought that you never liked to name any of the girls you trained.”

“I don’t know, since she seems to be taking up so much of my time, I felt I needed to have something to call her besides “behave” or “you ornery thing,” he said jokingly.

“Well, it sounds to me like you are going soft on this one,” Glynda said with a smile.

“Maybe I am, but I’m really looking forward to riding her once she is ready,” he replied. “Likely as not, though, the first time will probably be more than a little exciting. I just can’t see her being docile and obedient the first time someone gets on her back.”

“After you get a good look at her tomorrow, why don’t we go to Naron’s for dinner, as I know that you aren’t too impressed with my cooking? After dinner you can come back and spend the night at my place, and I’ll see if I can scare up a customer or two for Voden if you will promise not to charge me extra for a house call,” Randor asked, smiling.

“You always know just how to entice a girl, don’t you,” she said as she turned over and took Randor in her arms.

The next morning Randor and Glynda were both up early, and following a quick session together to get things off to a good start, ate and got cleaned up for the new day. At dawn Glynda’s helpers had arrived to exercise the many stallions she owned and were now cleaning them up for their day’s activities. Three customers had already arrived, and two mares and one filly were standing tied to the hitching rail behind the house, behaving in a most impatient manner. Glynda greeted the customers and, taking the reins of all three mounts, began leading them toward one of her several stables.

Randor headed out to the stable to collect Vixin remembering that he had removed her security harness the day before when he had put her in the stall with Tor. He wondered for a moment if the big mare would give him any trouble over re-harnessing her before he bridled and saddled her for the ride home and her upcoming day’s work. His concern evaporated when he walked into the stall carrying her harness and Vixin immediately knelt for him to collar her. She also held her hands at her sides in position for him to easily snap on her wrist cuffs. Randor quickly collared and cuffed her wrists and, stepping behind her, was about to snap on her upper arm cuffs and chain as well when suddenly he stopped. Instead he simply tied the cuffs and chain to the back of his belt and proceeded to bridle and saddle the mare.

Leading her from Tor’s stall Randor stopped Vixin and tapped the back of her left calf lightly with his boot. Before kneeling for him to mount her, the big mare turned and looked back over her shoulder starring at the elf with calm but quizzical eyes for almost half a minute. She then obediently dropped to her left knee and leaned forward until her back was almost level making it extremely easy for him to mount her. Randor climbed in to the saddle and gave two gentle tugs to the reins signaling the girl to stand. Following a light touch of his spurs to her flanks, Vixin trotted from the stable across the yard and, waving to Glynda, Randor went out though her open gate.

In the street, Randor trotted Vixin for a few blocks to warm her up then spurred her flanks smartly putting her into a dead run. Vixin ran as hard as she could to show Randor just how very good she felt following her time spent with Tor. She also enjoyed the new freedom she had to fully swing her arms while running which seemed to allow her to run like the wind.

Randor began to believe that Vixin was running faster and more smoothly with her greater arm freedom, and resolved to ride her this way from now on. He knew that many of the elves in the village would probably question his judgment in doing so, but in the almost twenty years that he had owned Vixin, his trust in the big mare had steadily grown. In that time she had only let him down once and even that time had regained his trust afterward.

As Randor neared his facility, one of his handlers saw him coming at a dead run, and hastened to open the gate so that he was able to run Vixin right up to the hitching rail behind his house/office. As he pulled back hard on her reins, Vixin slid to a stop right at the rail and Randor jumped from the saddle without requiring her to kneel. He looped the reins around the rail patted Vixin on her sweaty rump and went inside. Also tied at the rail were Berin, Lacie and the big chested black that Rolf was riding regularly now to get her ready to next week’s sale.

Randor was pleased to see that everyone was ready with their mounts this morning as he has asked the previous evening before he left for Glynda’s. He went inside to find that Latkin, Prindor and Rolf were all finishing their breakfast and were all ready for their day’s work with the new fillies. Following a quick cleanup of Randor’s kitchen, the four elves all walked outside to the hitching rail, mounted up and rode towards stable one to get to work.