Akane was led to the quarantine section of the stables. It was not by any reins, but she could almost believe it would not be "inappropriate" in the harness they had her in. The top part of it had a ringed yoke. The rest of it was under her translucent bwana shirt. The straps around her breasts, including the rings around her nipples, lifted them up while pushing her cleavage around a strap that buckled to the yoke and the cinch below; thoe cinch made her waist even smaller. Beneath her jodhpur pants, the strap-on lifted her buttocks up while pushing them together around the leather thong up her crack. It was what was behind that last part that most upset her.
'All because of Nabiki I have a butt plug shoved up me,' Akane thought, trying to keep her anger on simmer. Kazumi had explained why it was important to have one embedded within her. For one, it would help stimulate the female vestiges of her prostate, whatever that meant. It had something to do with bladder control and, yeah, sex (ugh). But what really got the older woman smiling was how it also "connected" the attendant with her pony.
"It's almost like you're riding her," Akane had been told.
"Now, that's something I look forward to doing to my Nabiki," she had said with a vindictive smile. It was also tinged with a little sadism, as the appetite for sex whetted in the locker room had not gone away.
"Okay, we're here," announced the woman dressed as Akane. "Pick out the one you wish to attend to."
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