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Chapter 1 = Just a Regular Day: Looking at her these days, nobody who had never met her previously would ever believe what Dafi was only a year ago. The girl used to have what some would call the perfect life. She had fun hobbies, a lot of friends, an attractive girlfriend, and even a job that she loved! Dafi would wake up every morning extremely excited for her job, and not everyone can say that. Her job wasn’t anything super special, but it was special to her. Dafi was a horseback riding instructor. The 24 year old had been riding horses ever since she was a very young girl. The first several times she’d ridden a horse, the girl had probably still been in diapers.

Dafi loved riding her horses. She found it exhilarating and relaxing simultaneously; and she’d always been a born natural at it. She’d practically rather be riding a horse than walking around herself. Her favorite horse was named Joker. She had first met him when she was 7 years old, and he was still her partner in crime over a decade later. Joker was a beautiful jet black stallion who was faster than any horse Dafi had ever ridden. She loved Joker and Joker clearly loved her.

Dafi always used Joker when she was giving her instructions to her students, no matter whether it was her adult classes or her children’s classes, Joker was a good sport for all of them. But Joker was only as good as his rider. Dafi was a great horseback riding instructor. The 24 year old girl was 5’7” and quite athletic despite her more petite and slim body. She had really pretty hair which came down to her mid back and was a nice dark brown, not too far away from Joker’s deep black color. She didn’t have too much to work with in the way of breasts, having a quite average “cute” size; but the girl had worked hard for her butt. Her butt was a bit bulky but it was pretty toned, firm, and round. Dafi was quite a fan of her own butt.

As far as uniforms went some instructors tried to change it up, but Dafi enjoyed being able to be recognized for her “look”. To do that she decided that she’d always wear the same thing to her lessons, that way everyone would always know who she was. Dafi’s uniform consisted of old work boots covering up her comfy long socks, tight black riding breeches, a white long-sleeved tank top, a purple sleeveless vest coat, and fingerless purple gloves. She loved her outfit, though she was less of a fan with the fact that her vest coat made it look like her already small boobs were practically entirely inexistent. After she puts all that on, she puts her hair up into a cute tight bun and puts on her light frame oval glasses. When she’s fully dressed up in her uniform Dafi likes to briefly look at herself in her full length mirror. She’s proud of her body, and of what she’s accomplished in her life. Ever since she’d graduated college Dafi had been working hard and enjoying her time as a riding teacher. She had met her girlfriend and things were going amazingly. She even thought she might be getting a promotion soon, which would be long overdue in her mind. Perfect timing too at early June, just in time for the second round of summer classes.

But then... everything began to change.

It had started out just like any other day. Dafi had multiple lessons to teach that day, and it had seemed like it would be just like any other. Normally, even though Dafi had a mixture of teaching children and teaching adults during the day she had no trouble switching between her two teaching styles. For children she loved to be very upbeat and a little goofy and playful; they all loved her for that. Meanwhile for adults, she was careful to be friendly but extremely professional. She found that they respected her a lot more when she didn’t act too childish.

On that fateful day though Dafi was surprised when she looked at her lineup and saw that she only had one lesson left even though she still had 6 hours left in the afternoon. “What the...?” Dafi said softly as she double checked all her assignment books to discover that it hadn’t been a mistake. She checked who the rider was and found that it was a 16 year old girl named Violet. The girl had never had a horseback riding lesson before and her parents seemed to be on the wealthier side of things as they had rented out her services for the rest of the day just so their daughter could have a solo lesson.

Dafi shrugged it off as she suited up, and started getting Joker out of the stables. At that point she didn’t realize that this lesson would change her life forever...

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Dafi led Joker through the paths and found her way to field number 4. The girl, Violet was her name, was already there waiting for her. Dafi always did her best not to judge or assume things about her students, but immediately she could tell that Violet looked like your super stereotypical rich Daddy’s girl. The girl had big greenish eyes and long flowing blonde hair that reached down to at least her mid back. Her face was fully done in makeup and her outfit considered of mostly pinks and whites and she looked quite uncomfortable standing next to a big powerful horse for fear of getting mud on her sparkly shoes. Dafi took a deep breath as she approached the girl thinking that this was probably gonna be a long lesson... but she had no idea just how right she was after all...

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