I refuse to write actual bestiality, so this was what I came up with.
Bobbi Rae McCurdy: An 18 year old farmhand and heir to McCurdy acres. Sweet, sensitive, and a little naive, Bobbi Rae wears her heart on her sleeve and has a hard time saying no to people because of her kind nature. Thick and curvy, Bobbi likes wearing clothes that hide her H-cup breasts and wide hips like overalls and baggy jeans. She is 5'4 with hazel green eyes, freckles, and short light brown hair.
Caleb McCurdy: A 36 year old gyafu farmboy who puts his farm and daughter first. Significantly more wild and carefree compared to Bobbi, Caleb takes a lackadaisical approach to life, seen most prominently in his skimpy attire and unconventional ways to getting his work done. Robust and muscular with a body count he's hardly ashamed of, Caleb loves wearing clothes that show off his big ass and milky E-cup breasts. He is 6'11 with hazel green eyes, tanned skin, and long wavy blonde hair he keeps in a low ponytail.
Scout and Deputy: 28 year old Shire horse twin brothers who have been living at McCurdy farms for the last five years. Lazy, shiftless, and stubborn, the brothers don't like doing any hard work unless certain incentives are involved, like sex from Bobbi Rae's whore father. They are both over 10 feet tall with impossibly large 30-inch cocks. Scout is a brunette while Deputy is a blonde.
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Today was the day Bobbi Rae would help her daddy Caleb tend to the horse stables, and Bobbi was nervous. Out of all the hybrids on the farm, the stallions were the most difficult to maintain and were notorious for giving Caleb a hard time whenever he wanted them to do anything. Caleb often had to resort to unconventional methods to get Scout and Deputy to do what he wanted them to do, and now that Bobbi was old enough, Caleb could finally get the help he so desperately needed. Her daddy says it's easier than it sounds and actually gets fun whenever he has to stay extra late to "clean" them, but Bobbi had her doubts. The fact that Caleb was teaching a lightweight like Bobbi how to tame giant satyrs with the strength of bulls and the attitudes of asses by her lonesome sounded like an impossible feat, but at least it meant she'd get paid more.
After all the other hybrids were locked up in their pens, Bobbi followed after her father to the horse stables. In Bobbi's hands was a basket full of fruits and vegetables for Scout and Deputy to snack on while Caleb lugged two big bales of hay over his massive shoulders. This would be their dinner, an assortment of natural homegrown veggies they can munch on after Bobbi and Caleb were done cleaning them and giving them enrichment. Caleb never truly disclosed what enrichment activities were to Bobbi before, but she supposed she was about to find out; if things get too rough, she'll naturally defer to her daddy for direction.
Once Bobbi and Caleb arrived at the stables, Bobbi set her basket down on the hay covered ground while Caleb unhooked the latch to a box stall that contained the stallions. It took a moment for them to emerge from their stall, but with time, Scout and Deputy sauntered out of their pen, yawning and stretching muscular arms as their bare feet padded along the floor. Physically imposing both in mind and body, Bobbi found herself ogling the stallions' herculean builds, eyes locking onto their naked sun-kissed chests and chiseled bellies. Their long tails swish lazily in the air as they approach her father, dwarfing Caleb in both height and weight as they stood over him with bored, lackadaisical looks in their golden eyes.
Caleb however didn't seem at all intimidated by the stallions, his voice deep and strong when he told both hybrids what his plans were.
"Alright, listen up and listen good y'all two," He gestures at Bobbi and continues. "That's my baby girl right there, and she's finally gonna help me keep you two asses in line."
"Hello!" Bobbi waves, kind and polite. The stallions' ears twitch at the pep in her voice.
"Ah," Scout turns to Bobbi, and cracks his neck. "That's your filly, huh...?"
Deputy rests his hands on his hips. "She's kinda tiny, ain't she?"
"She tiny, but she got spirit," Caleb reassures. "I'd say go easy on her, but that won't do her no good. She needs all the experience she can get."
"So..." Deputy glances at Bobbi. "You want us to break her."
"Like how we break you?" Scout remarks.
"Gonna have to dig my grave and grind my bones if you wanna chance at breakin' me," Caleb grimaced. "But yes, she gotta prep for the worst."
Bobbi frowns, unsure of herself. She knew Caleb wasn't gonna sugarcoat this, but the way they talked made her skin crawl. She loved farm work and she loved making her daddy happy, but if these stallions are gonna give her too hard of a time, she doesn't know if she can actually do this.
"Alright then," Deputy smirks and walks closer to Caleb while Scout does the same. "Does she want a "hands-on" demonstration?"
"Or do you wanna show her how it's done?"
"It'd be better to show her," Caleb suddenly fussed with the buttons of his shirt. "As much as I want her to help, I don't wanna scare the poor thing off.'
"Ohh, this is a little different," Deputy helps, or rather forces, Caleb out of his top by ripping it apart with his hands, exposing big breasts and plump nipples that harden into stiff peaks. "I didn't know a slut like you knew how to share."