Emily was nervously shifted on her hooves, as she took in the crowd lining the arena. You go to her and rub her flak.

You: Emily, you can do this. I believe in you. You will be the first centaur to win a national dressage competition.

She turned and looked down at you with a nervous smile

Emily: Thank you... I wouldn't have made it this far without you... As my trainer... then she chuckles Not to mention the rules literally say i can't participate without a handler... Dumb rules haven't been adapted for monster girls yet.

You nod and smile. Its only been a few years since monster girls started integrating into modern society. And you remember how she was last year, a young woman coming to you with a dream of winning a horse dressage competition. You had your doubts but her tenacious persistence convinced you to give it a shot.

Now months of practice later, here she stands 16 hands tall, her human upper half dressed in formal attire and her lower horse half groomed to perfection. Her hourse tail and human hair that doubled as a mane were braided in an elegant and sturdy pattern as to not get in the way.

You: You look beautiful. Sugar cube?

Emily: If i didn't know you so well i would be annoyed at the stereotype, but.. She gently takes the cube into her mouth and laughs.

You: Ok you are up next, i have to but the bridle and lead on now. As you knoe unfortunately its the rules of dressage.

She nods, used to this treatment by now and opens your mouth to take the bridle. You place it in and then fadten it around her neck, then you attach a lead to the briddle and gently pull her onto the arena florr as the previous contestent and their horse trots off.

The crowd give a collective gasp as they see a centaur girl instead of a nromal horse. Then we both bow to the panel of judges and start our routine, You are on the ground handling her with a long lead and she will be doing all the tricks

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