**The Lesson - Prelude**

(c) 2011 GingerM

"Miss Rhiannon!" Hir head snapped up as the wooden ruler cracked on hir desk. Wide-eyed, shi jolted back in hir seat, hir ears swivelling back of their own accord from hir fright. Other students snickered. "I realize you have... handicaps," Miss Hunterdon-Farnsworth's nasal voice said, thick with disapproval, "but I expect you to work to overcome them. Now, if it's not too much trouble, would you deign to grace us with the last part of the witches' speech?"

"Um... 'Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and hair of dog' -" shi blurted out desperately. *I hate this,* shi thought, staring down at the desk as the English mistress harrumphed and the other girls laughed.

"No, no... not only the wrong place, but incorrect. 'Tongue of dog', not 'hair of dog'." She turned to select another student. "Miss Sophia, if you please." She turned away, pausing to rest her hand lightly on Sophie's sun-kissed head, then swung back. "And you will remain behind, Miss Rhiannon," she added. "It's plain that you need extra attention, young lady."

Sophia got it right, picking up at 'Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf', and finished the speech, just as the end-of-the-day-bell rang. The classroom suddenly transformed from neat rows of quiet students to a giggling mass as they stampeded out the door, leaving Rhiannon behind, sitting in hir seat. Hir school uniform was hot and heavy and ugly, shi thought to hirself. The wool skirt itched, the wool blazer was itchy as well, and the tie seemed to be choking hir.

"Come here."

Rhiannon stood and slowly paced toward the front of the classroom. Miss Hunterdon-Farnsworth went to the door and turned the key in the lock, then returned to rummage in a desk drawer. "Don't dawdle," she admonished Rhiannon, then pointed to a spot in front of her desk. "Are you being deliberately stupid, miss?" she asked. "I realize you can't possibly be as intelligent as a real person, but surely even an animal must have some understanding." 

Rhiannon looked at the floor, shame smouldering in hir. "I don't think it's fair," shi mumbled. "I didn't ask to be made this way." Hir ears lay back through hir windblown auburn hair and beneath the fine chestnut hairs on hir cheeks shi felt hir skin heating.

"Nor did I," Miss Hunterdon-Farnsworth replied. "I certainly didn't ask to have some half-breed mix of human and horse foisted on my class, either. At your age, however, I expect you ought to be able to stay awake, pay attention and at least make an effort to stretch your mind to something resembling human intellect!" She sighed. "It appears that reasoning with you is too much to ask," she went on. "Well, if you won't learn, I suppose I must treat you as an animal and train you, instead. Perhaps you need to be broken like a balky horse, with a whipping!" A strange look crossed her face as she stood, and Rhiannon saw the riding crop in her hand. *She <u>wants</u> to whip me, to hurt me!* shi realized; Miss Hunterdon-Farnsworth *got off* on whipping her students. "Bend over!" the teacher ordered, a cruel smile lifting the corners of her mouth.

Trembling, Rhiannon obeyed, hir eyes wide with fear. Shi had never, *ever* been whipped before. "Please - please, Miss - don't!" shi begged, but the teacher only laughed.

"Don't?" she sneered, moving to stand behind the shivering girl. "Let a little slut like you go?" Her hand brushed up Rhiannon's thigh in a lewd caress, sliding under hir pleated skirt to cup one ass cheek. Then the teacher's hand rose, and a choked scream escaped her victim as the crop whistled to land on Rhiannon's bottom, shielded only by hir thin white panties. The young horse-girl gasped and sobbed, tears starting from hir eyes as the crop landed again. "I don't think so! You're sub-human, a *thing*, a dirty little slut and you deserve to be whipped!"  
Miss Hunterdon-Farnsworth tucked the crop under one arm and stepped to one side, smiling at the sobbing anthro girl bent over her desk. "On the other hand, if you serve me, then I think your grades can be improved," she dropped her voice to a harsh whisper. She placed a hand on the young teen's head, forcing hir to look while her other hand lifted her severe tweed skirt. Underneath she wore black lacy panties, damp in the front, and Rhiannon's nose twitched at the aroma of excited, aroused woman. "That's your choice, bitch," the hateful voice crooned. "Lick my cunt, be my little fuck toy... or I'll whip you daily until you can't sit!"

Rhiannon's heart pounded in hir chest, and a boiling broth of fear, anger and shame surged up in hir. Sudden rage gripped hir and shi straightened up, yanking the crop away. "No!" shi shouted. "Never!" Something churned within hir and hir panties were tight, too tight. Fuelled by hir hatred for the teacher, for the put-downs, the snide comments, the degradation, and now this, shi yanked the teacher's arm, spinning her around. Now the teacher was pinned against the desk, and before shi consciously knew exactly what shi intended, shi had lifted the rough tweed and yanked hir teacher's panties down. Keeping her arm twisted up behind her back, shi leaned against the older woman. "You think I'm a slut? A whore?!" Shi yanked harder, forcing a grunt of pain. "You said you wanted to break me like a horse... well now I'm gonna show you just what kind of horse I am!" Shi felt flushed, powerful; hir pulse thundered in hir veins and hir free hand fumbled under hir skirt, lifting the pleated plaid. Between hir thighs hir equine cock was hardening, rising, popping out over the waistband of hir panties, and the infuriated horse-girl guided the broad cock-knob to push insistently at the teacher's dripping snatch. "You thought you were gonna fuck me? I'll fuck you instead!"

"No! Stop it, you filthy thing!" Miss Hunterdon-Farnsworth gasped, feeling the thick shaft probing between her legs. "My God, you're not even a girl! You're a freak! Don't you dare! HELLP!!"

Rhiannon didn't say a word; shi simply cocked hir hips and thrust violently. Nights of jerking hirself off, of fondling hir black cock and balls until hir creamy release surged up to fountain from hir staff rose in hir memory. Shi didn't think shi was fully-grown yet, but biology class had taught hir shi was already easily twice the length and girth of any human male, and shi used hir black tool ruthlessly now. Keeping the teacher's arm twisted painfully, shi yanked the silk scarf from around her neck, wadding it up and stuffing it in her mouth. "That'll fix you," shi growled as shi battered hir way into the teacher's pussy with teen-aged vigour, hir tail flicking from side to side.

"Mmmnphh!! Hlphh!! Hlllpphhhhh!!" came the muffled cries, and Rhiannon laughed. "Turnabout sucks, doesn't it?" shi taunted, driving hirself into her teacher with rapid, bucking strokes. Hot flashes flooded through hir; the pleasure of masturbating hirself seemed a pale, colourless thing compared to the heady sensation of stuffing hir adolescent girl-cock into her cruel teacher's tight, juicy twat. "Oooh yeah... fuck, fuck!" shi cried softly. Shi could feel every ridge, every bump, of Miss Hunterdon-Farnsworth's slippery vagina, flexing and gripping the inhuman cock plunging over and over, stretched around the young horse-herm as shi plied hir pole with youthful exuberance. "How's that feel, huh? Like that? I hope not, you sour old bag!" The feeling shi knew so well from masturbating, that shi was about to cum, rose in hir, and shi redoubled hir pace, hir cock thudding home in the teacher's abused pussy, hir glans socketing against her cervix. Flashing pleasure surged through hir, swelling hir girl-balls and making hir cock-knob flare, and then shi crashed over with a shout, shuddering while hir cock flexed and semen erupted from hir to fill hir teacher's pussy. The teacher's muffled moans changed in character as well, assuming a lustful note while her body betrayed her, squeezing, gripping, rippling along the black teen-aged horse cock so eagerly pumping the young herm's load of equine spooge into her.

Spent, Rhiannon relaxed hir grip on Miss Hunterdon-Farnsworth's arm, but the teacher didn't move. Her muffled moans slowed and as the teen removed the wadded-up scarf, now damp with saliva, and the pinned teacher panted lustfully, her pussy milking the last drops from the black fuckpole softening in her pussy. Rhiannon licked hir lips, looking down at the teacher's back as shi pulled hirself free. A soft 'pop' heralded the emergence of hir fat knob, followed by a splattering of thick , gooey cum on the granite floor as jizz spilled from her teacher's cunt. Suddenly apprehensive, shi backed away while hir she-cock relaxed in a bow, the meaty member slick with a glistening layer of cum and cunt-juice. Hir skirt fell back into place as hir cock began retracting back into hir sheath.

Wincing, the teacher stood shakily. "Uh... we'll say nothing about this, Miss, um, Rhiannon," shi got out eventually as she braced herself with one hand on her desk. She looked down to see fat, pearly globs of Rhiannon's thick spooge oozing down the inside of her thighs, and dabbed dazedly at them. "And, um, I don't think, uh, anymore whippings..." Moving awkwardly with a somewhat straddle-legged gait, Miss Hunterdon-Farnsworth walked to her chair and lowered herself into it gingerly. At a loss for words, Rhiannon smoothed the pleats of hir skirt in front then snatched up hir bookbag and fled.

Miss Hunterdon-Farnsworth never said anything unkind to or about Rhiannon again and at the end of the term, she announced to the class that she would not be returning the following school year. There was a lot of speculation as to her reasons, but only a few noticed that under her carefully-tailored suits her belly was beginning to bulge.

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"Father?" shi asked tentatively. Hir parent's visage was creased as he pored over the papers on his desk.

"What is it?" he asked, looking up. Shi swallowed nervously, hesitant. Shi loved hir father but he was stern, hard, and there were times when shi wondered if he loved hir back.

"You look worried," shi ventured finally, and he nodded curtly.

"Losing all the stallions hurt us," he replied. "I don't know that I'll be able to let you finish at Oxford. Not without something, somewhere, changing." He returned his attention to his paperwork while shi considered that. *If money is so tight that I can't finish college...* Shi shifted from one foot to the other.

"Is... is there anything I could do to help?" shi asked, but he shook his head.

"If I can figure out some way to get the mares bred, I might come about yet," he answered. "Right now, though, I don't see a way to afford it." He looked back up at hir, his face grim. "Run along, now, and leave me to my work," he ordered hir. As shi turned to leave, he reached for the decanter of whiskey, pouring four fingers into the glass on the desk beside him.

That evening shi lay awake in hir bed, hir mind churning. *"If I can figure out some way to get the mares bred,"* he'd said. *Mares... bred...* Things came together. Quietly shi pushed aside the covers and sat up. Shi slipped hir feet into hir slippers then grabbed hir silk robe, throwing it over hir naked shoulders. The thought of what shi was contemplating sent hir pulse racing and as shi ghosted down the back stairs, one hand strayed between hir legs to rub hir sheath through the thin panties that cupped hir, feeling hirself responding to hir touch. Moving quietly through the gloom of the kitchen to the door, shi paused to slip hir panties off, enjoying the sensation of hir heavy balls and rising she-stallion swinging free. Softly shi let the door close behind hir, slipping hir feet from hir slippers and padded bare-foot to the stables. Silvered moonlight dappled hir robed body as shi crossed silently over the lawns until shi reached the stable door and eased it open.

The main aisle seemed old, abandoned as shi passed the empty stallions' stalls. The smells of hay, feed and horses greeted hir as shi turned left down the side wing. Soft nickering from the mares; and just below the threshold of conscious awareness a new, tantalizing scent met hir nostrils, making hir eyes widen. Unbidden, hir tongue traced along hir lips and shi felt hirself quickening. Barefoot, steering by instincts shi barely understood, shi paced down the aisle, hir equine adornment protruding through the silky panels of hir robe, swaying with hir steps. *Here! Here!* an unspoken voice urged hir, and shi stopped, looking at hir intended mate.

Soft, liquid brown eyes looked back at hir and the mare's ears flicked. A strange little nickering sound came from her as Rhiannon stopped before the door. Now shi *was* aware of that odour, the alluring scent of a mare in her season. The mare seemed to smile at Rhiannon in invitation... then shi was unlatching the stall door, catching the mare by her bridle, leading her into the aisle, tethering her... A mounting block; shi needed a mounting block and giggled suddenly at the name. Shi was planning to use it for mounting, all right, but not the kind it was intended for.

Hir heart hammering, shi slipped the robe from hir shoulders; for this, shi thought, shi would be as naked as the mare. Dim light played over hir chestnut-and-cream form, the shadows chasing one another as shi shifted hir feet and climbed up behind. Shi was achingly hard now; the smell of the mare's heat acting on hir as well. One hand reached out to caress the mare's rump, gliding over the smooth, fine coat. The mare nickered again, her ears flicking, and Rhiannon's other hand slipped under the blackness of hir stallion-cock. As a young teen shi'd been well-endowed; now adult, the proud black shaft and balls between hir chestnut thighs were fully the equal of any stallion shi'd seen. Breathing fast, shi slipped hir hand between the mare's legs, then started as the mare flirted her tail up. *Her vulva looks human,* shi thought, tracing a finger along the seam. The skin was dark, almost the same as the skin of hir balls and cock. Holding hir breath, shi guided the head of hir cock to nuzzle against that alluring, enticing slit... then pushed, gasping as shi felt the mare's sex parting before hir.

*Omigod...!* Sweet, heady warmth surrounded hir, and the mare snorted. Rhiannon grabbed the mare's haunches with both hands, steadying hirself as shi thrust hirself in over and over. Pleasure shot through hir and shi flung hir head back as the mare pushed back, as if she wanted to engulf the horse-herm's thickness. "Oh... oh my FUCK yes!" shi cried out, bucking, thrusting, stuffing hirself in the mare's pussy. Hir mate welcomed hir, eager to give herself to the slim anthro horse-girl who was at that moment become the stallion the mare in heat craved. Strong young legs flexed with hir rocking, driving strokes, and a memory surfaced, of six years before, a classroom, the cruel words - 'animal', 'inhuman'... but this time hir partner welcomed hir, the beautiful mare *wanted* hir to mount, to drive hir stallion-hood into her sweet, hot depths until a flood of seed gushed from hir plumping black balls; and if shi was an animal, then shi would revel in hir animal-ness while hir mighty horse-pole plunged with lusty abandon into hir mare's wet, welcoming warmth. Panting groans of lust rose from hir until the transcendent moment when hir body obeyed instinctive imperatives and shi screamed wordlessly, bugling like a stallion while shi quaked, shuddering, and hir mare whinnied while the naked stallion-girl came and came and came, hir thick black pole pumping gout after gout of potent seed to erupt from hir flared glans snouting up against the mare's womb.

Morning sunlight spilled into hir bedroom and shi yawned, stretching luxuriously between hir sheets. A soft tap at the door; shi turned to grab hir robe - but it wasn't there. Puzzled, hir eyes flicked rapidly around the room then widened as shi remembered the night's activities, of the mare shi had mounted, revelling in hir animal nakedness. Shi rolled out of bed, a zephyr of morning breeze ghosting across hir sheath informing hir shi was also panty-less, and snatched up a blouse, wrenching it on hastily, then scrambled back between the sheets. "Okay," shi answered, and the door opened to reveal Edward the senior footman with a tray. 

"Your breakfast, my Lady," he said, his face expressionless as always, the perfect servant, as he placed the tray in its customary place beside hir bed. Only this time there was something extra; a neatly-tied package in brown parcel paper along with her tea and toast. "Will there be anything else?"

"Um, no... no, thank you, Edward," shi replied, and he gave her his usual exquisitely-correct bow as he left the room. The door closed behind him and curious, shi quickly undid the string binding the parcel. A note met hir eyes; Edward's grammar-school-perfect penmanship. 'Your ladyship may rely upon me. E.' Beneath the note were hir panties, slippers and robe.