Claudine’s eyes flew wide open. Throwing back the covers, she bolted upright in the bed, and sat looking around her at the unfamiliar room, staring in wide-eyed confusion. Somewhat dazed, it took the girl a moment to realize: she was sitting in a strange bedroom -- completely naked! Her growing fears escalated wildly when she also realized that the room’s sole window was barred! The panic-stricken girl jumped out of bed, bounded to the small high window, clasped the iron bars, and hauled herself up on straining bare toes to try to see what she could. Across the wide courtyard stood the stables she remembered from when they drove up the night before (was it only the night before?). Then she looked down to see beneath her window an incredible sight! Only a few feet below her, one of the fabled ponygirls stood at the ready: a tall girl with a lean, whippet-like body, and tawny hair that had been gathered up into a long pony tail that hung down past her shoulders. The girl had already been collared, her neck banded with a wide strap of soft black leather; now she waited patiently between the traces that attached her to a delicately made sulky. Claudine was struck by the way the young woman seemed to have accepted her fate -- stoically, it seemed to her, or at least with resigned indifference.

Awe-struck, she studied the slightly-built solitary figure standing at rigid attention in the early morning mist. Claudine wondered what thoughts were going through the girl’s proudly-held head. Surely she felt the cold. Perhaps she was shivering a bit, for the morning sun had not yet broken through to warm the day and the girl was totally naked of course, except for the shiny boots she wore – sleek and tightly fitted to her calves, with stacked high heels that were thick and serviceable. Yet there was no sign of discomfort on that set, expressionless face.

The extended shafts of the light-weight buggy were attached at her hips, chained to the wide cincher belt that constricted her waist. Her arms were secured behind her, bound together above the elbows but with just enough slack left so that she could bring her gloved hands forward to clasp the crossbar that rested in front of her hips. The effect was to pull the shoulders back while forcing the thin chest out. Naked breasts, small and gently sloped, formed thickened disks that were prominently lifted in proud display; nipples small but sturdy.

As Claudine watched, a bearded overseer came out to complete the preparations for the ride. In one hand he held a tangle of straps – a set of reins and headgear. In the other was a long horsetail made of fine hair of the same russet color as the girl’s own hair.

The naked girl kept her proud head held high and remained absolutely still as the man closed in on her. And she never flinched when he tossed the headgear over her head. A long strap lay over the top of her head to hang down on either side of her face, while another circled the head from front to back. This second strap crossed her brow forming a headband that imprisoned a soft fringe of reddish brown bangs. When pulled into place one could see that the headband was joined to the vertical pieces with metal rings that rested just in front 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, 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 light, dry caresses.

Of course the man couldn’t resist those nicely-presented breasts; pretty breasts that simply begged to be caressed. He paused to toy with a floppy tit, to finger the silky smoothness of soft tittie-flesh. His playful dalliance drew a quiver from the healthy young filly, who shifted uneasily from booted foot to booted foot. The watching girl felt an answering twinge of lust in her own loins; her thighs spasmed in a throb of involuntary reaction to seeing the other girl squirming in rising heat as she was felt up, her vulnerable breasts fondled so shamelessly.

But the purposeful groom allowed himself only a few minutes of this pleasing diversion. After all, he had a job to do. And so now he went about tugging on the harness, slipping a finger under the straps of buttery leather so as to assure a fit free from slack. With splendid self-discipline, the well-trained ponygirl never moved a muscle even as the big man’s hands roamed freely over her naked body. She remained rigidly still, straight booted legs together, chin raised, eyes locked on some distant horizon. The burly man passed a hand over those pulled-back shoulders and ran it down her gently tapering flanks to clasp a solid hip. A single finger slid under the cincher belt, circled around the girlish waist, pressing against the belt to test the tightness of the fit.

Now he stepped behind her, and spent some time lingering there, feeling his way along haunches and hindquarters with both hands, and talking to her all the while he enjoyed the feel of her naked body under his hands. Claudine watched as he lifted the heavy tail, and reached down to fiddle with the strap that ran between the bare thighs. Immediately the girl’s head snapped back, eyes flying wide open, as a ripple of excitement shot through her shoulders. Simultaneously, a muted buzzing sound broke the still morning air of the gravel courtyard. Claudine could dimly hear the whirling noise through slightly opened bedroom window. The muffled sound was coming from the girl, from something pulsing deep inside her!

Claudine could only wonder what sort of the devilish device might be have been inserted between those tightly-pressed thighs, secured in place by the crotch strap, and left lodged there, deep inside the slender girl’s vagina. Or perhaps the muted humming came from the vibrating butt plug that had been so rudely shoved up her tight little ass so it might hold the tail between those sleek, clamping rearcheeks.

Her bizarre situation seemed a matter of complete indifference to the dutiful manservant who now turned his back on his charge, leaving the booted ponygirl humming merrily away as she waited in the traces in the cool morning air, while he went back inside to inform his master that the preparations were complete, and all was now ready for the morning ride.

The End