of the ears. The head harness was then secured -- the two dangling straps, adjusted carefully and cinched snugly, before being buckled under the upraised chin. Next, he took the bridle in both hands and held it up in front of the girl’s forward-gazing eyes. When she saw what was being offered to her, she dutifully opened her mouth to accept the hard rubber bit between her teeth. The groom now set about attaching the reins to the bridle, and drawing the leather straps back over her slim shoulders to lay the leads in the sulky’s basket-woven seat. While she stood there motionless, the stable hand took his time, moving slowly and deliberately, methodical in his preparations, preparations that were all but complete save for one important detail. It was to the tail that he now turned his attentions. Stepping close to the perfectly still figure, he fingered the collar that banded her neck, grinned right in her face, and then brought his lips close to whisper something in her ear. The girl obediently leaned forward over the waist-high bar, her little breasts spilling forward to dangle freely while she thrust her rump back and deeply arched her back at the groom’s quiet words of command. Claudine was fascinated! She watched intently as the groom produced a tube of gel and used it to slowly grease the squat plug that would be used to hold the tail in place once it had been inserted up the girl’s bottom. Claudine saw the ponygirl anxiously shifting her weight, slightly widening her boot heels. The widened stance allowed Claudine to more clearly see the strap that ran from the front of the waist cincher to pass between the legs before being secured in place, pulled up and buckled to the back of the wide waist belt. This crotch strap, drawn tightly up the crack of the girl’s ass, was deeply embedded between her narrow buttocks, but it had a ring conveniently placed so that the groom was able to adjust it till the circular opening neatly ringed the puckered anus. Now the bearded man grinned and said something to the bent-over woman, who closed her eyes, tightened her grip on the bar, took a deep breath, and nodded, waiting tensely for what she knew was about to come. From behind the barred window, the girl saw the burly man place a flattened hand squarely on the proffered rump steadying the girl as he leaned closer while the other hand probed between the cowering cheeks. And Claudine sucked in a sharp intake of breath as, with a sudden jab, the hard rubber plug was driven right into the exposed anus! The bending girl jacked upright, her clenching bottom recoiling in a futile attempt to escape the abrupt penetration. The groom laughed to see the pony-tailed girl squirming like a skewered fish on the end of the impaling plug. She straightened with a girlish wiggle that shook her violated young bottom and its new-acquired tail, as though trying to dispel the unwanted intruder. Of course, this was simply an instinctive reaction, one which she had to quickly suppress -- for the girl well knew that to expel a tail would bring swift punishment. The groom waited patiently till she had calmed down, said something to her, and gave her still-twitching rump a reassuring pat. Then his charge was made to snap to attention, once more assuming the proud carriage of a well-trained ponygirl at the ready: standing tall, bridled head held high, pert breasts thrust out, booted legs pressed tightly together, clasping the crossbar with both gloved hands. The luxurious tail she had been given now hung straight down from her tight-cheeked buttocks, its dark reddish sheen nicely mirroring the girl’s own shimmering mane. The ponygirl was now ready, but one final inspection had yet to be carried out. The overseer slowly circled his charge, eyeing her up from the leather head harness confining that soft shiny helmet of russet hair to the pointed tips of her gleaming black boots, tracing the sleek and smooth curves of that lean, hard-muscled body with
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