Kenzie moved with the stallion, reaching out in a steady motion to grab his muzzle. Her thumb rubbed against his fur as she raised an eyebrow at the horse. She was use to the way horses' minds worked. Especially the stallions. You got plenty of them at the track of course. The boys' club wasn't only dicks about the gender of the people riding the horses. Plenty of the older studs had sex on the brain most of the time, but this horse... The way he was communicating was almost... human.
Running a hand down his neck, she kept her other hand firmly on his head. Her body was loose, but ready to move if the horse decided to be dangerous. Not that she was expecting him to be.
"Fuck, you're a feisty son of a bitch, aren't you?" she blew out before a smirk slowly spread across her face. If he wanted to play hard to get, the easiest way to direct him was to be somewhere he couldn't get rid of her. Moving her hands down his neck, she twisted her left hand in his mane before swinging up in a practiced motion onto the stallion's bareback.