Stallion Trainer

Heya XNXX! I’m a writer of erotica that includes not only humans but animals and furries. Let me know it you want more content. There is also a snuff edit for this, if people are interested.

Just in case you’re still not prepared, a mean woman is about the get raped by a mean horse! Also, this is one of my older works I’m posting to test the XNXX water after so long, so I apologize for the poor quality!

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Madame French patted the riding crop against her hand expectantly. She watched the horse being led into the training area – a fenced ring filled with sand. Stalls surrounded it, opening into the ring so she could get any of her horses into the ring, on demand. They watched anxiously as the newcomer arrived – a sturdy draft horse by the name of Amistad.

“You sure you don’t want to let him settle in first? He’s got a bit of a temperament.” The squat man beside her asked. She adjusted her glasses impatiently, and looked down at him.
“Every horse has a ‘temperament’,” She replied flatly. “And I can train every horse.”
“But-,” He started, but Madame French cut him off, irritated by his comments.
“If you’re going to tell me how to train the horse, why did you bother to bring it here? I suggest you shut up and let me do my work.”

Grumbling, the man wandered away. It was his horse, and it was uncontrollable. No matter what they had tried, it would not behave. An aggressive horse was no use to anyone, so it had been sent here to be ‘corrected’. The stable-hands finished forcing Amistad into the pen, quickly retreating as he tried to kick them away.

“That will do.” Madame French said, dismissing everyone. “I will need time alone to train this horse.” Her staff looked reluctant to leave her alone, especially with such a difficult stallion. There was always at least one person present with her while a horse was trained – never did she work completely alone. They knew disagreeing would probably end up with a swipe from that crop, and besides Madame French was a professional.
“This horse needs to learn dominance. He needs to learn that one single master can subdue him. Then he will not struggle – he will know that he can easily be overpowered.” She clarified.
Her assistants left, leaving Madame French and Amistad alone, save for the spectating horses locked in their stalls.

Calmly, Madame French entered the stall. She was renowned for her amazing ability to transform horses, her daring and almost cruel techniques. In one hand, she held a lasso of rope and in the other and log riding crop.