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front of the latex-sheathed beast was watching Mina’s training, as the other woman’s face remained hidden where it was pressed between the cheeks of her partner’s bottom. Clomping together in unison without their owner, the head of the practiced pair had been watching Mina on and off all day. It seemed the slender dominatrix who had been training them to trot more effectively was a fickle tutor who was easily distracted by other pleasures and spent much of her time elsewhere.
    Staring over the moulded characterisation of a pony’s snout, the woman yelped as Oceanus’s whip swept out and caught her assets, causing her arms to thrash against the sleeves folding them up her spine. She turned to try and escape the whip as it sang through the air again and struck the fronts of her shapely thighs, the cutting weapon easily sending its effects through the dense layer of rubber. The added swipe made the pony’s head turn more rapidly than the rear, exposing it to the chastising device as it continued assaulting the interlocked couple. The plug in the centaur’s tail shook its plume of hair as her rubber-cocooned buttocks were abused, her legs tensing and rippling the rubber shell encasing them as she kicked into the dirt.
    The muffled wails of the hidden woman emerged from the buttocks of the leader as her legs fought to push her partner on and get her out of the whip’s range. Finally gaining unity, the beast swiftly galloped to the other side of the pen and moved in irate circles, pawing the ground with its hooves as it endured the lingering throb of the whip.
    Still panting from her own exertions, Mina studied the delicious vision of the centaur, mentally projecting herself into such a transformed state with her face pressed between another girl’s buttocks, nuzzling the sphincter as she was locked in darkness to serve as the hindquarters of a beast...
    A yank to the reins distracted her from her titillating fantasy as Tethys walked out of the pen and took Mina with her. She was led back into the stalls and to one of the anonymous doors on the right. Oceanus threw it open and revealed a shower room, the white tiled interior equipped a drain in the centre where a telescopic metal pole waited with open metal fetters at its base. The tip of the device was a two-pronged pair of rounded nozzles, each with a series of small holes flecking them. A shower nozzle hung directly over this device, with several poles fixed to the wall, the heads armed with a variety of sponges and brushes near a shelf lined with bottles of coloured liquid soaps. Next to the cleansing poles were three faucets, each with a temperature dial set above it.
    â€˜Come on, girl, nothing to be afraid of.’ Tethys urged Mina in, her hooves clattering loudly across the shower room’s polished tiles. Oceanus closed the door and helped Tethys unfasten Mina’s crotch-piece, snapping open the buckles and drawing it free.
    The flight of the ribbed shafts literally made Mina shake in her boots and gasp from the delicious sensation of their rampant retreat from her tracts. Sagging slightly from their loss, she was led closer over the pole. Her ankles were locked in place, the metal gripping her feet to prevent escape, and as they touched the base of the instrument the hydraulic spear began rising beneath her.
    â€˜Just relax and let them in, pony-girl,’ Oceanus murmured, taking hold of her hips to help steer her onto the rising shafts.
    Her eyes widened with shock as she felt the cold tips touch and begin gathering more force against her. She mewled and wriggled in protest as the steel devices demanded entry into her body.
    â€˜Easy, girl,’ Tethys said soothingly, stroking her ponytail.
    Mina’s legs fought their bonds as she tried to lift them and grant herself a few more seconds’ reprieve from the dreaded penetration. She responded to the entry of the cold shafts with a gurgling hiss as her orifices