Mounting Needs (Woman to Stallion Sequence) [Alpha Tier] +Story (Patreon)

Attracted by the peculiar smell coming from the new breeding mount her boss had ordered for the restless stallions in her barn, the new hire Evelyn starts to feel oddly restless herself. Overcome by a sudden burning excitement coming from deep inside her chest, the woman steps closer to the mount's opening, her nose already twitching, taking in the strange aromas.

'What is that... ngh... smell...'

Inhaling deeper than she thought possible, the woman noticed that she couldn't stop. She steps closer yet, her whole body feeling magnetized towards the scents, unable to disobey.

Burrowing her eager nostrils deeper still, the woman groaned; her sex started to feel strange. Both frustratingly excited and unbelievably hot, like her clitoris had begin to burrow into her underwear with lust. Shaking the distracting sensations aside, the woman continued to sniff, pressing her mouth deeper still, beginning to lick at the lining of the leather hole, so maddeningly desperate for more.

'What the fuck... am I doing...?' Evelyn moaned into the mount, not knowing what was happening to her.

'Ngh....'

Evelyn shifted as her shorts began to feel tight around her waist and her feet began to itch strangely. Rubbing her soles into her sandals, the woman still found it impossible to stop. Beyond her sight and care, the young woman's feet began to swell, the middle toe of each foot seemed to pulse bigger with each passing moment, with the toenail expanding sideways and the joins rounding bigger; something was wrong.

More pressing to the woman's plights was the tent starting to rise out of her shorts. The woman began to thrust her hips instinctively as the insidious bulge began to rounden and push hard against the fabric of the shorts. Meanwhile, the hands she was gripping the sides of the mount with started to twitch, her middle fingers starting to press hard into the leather as they began to grow now as well...

'Mmmm...mmmm...mmmh? W-Wha...' Wiping the drool off her lips with her shoulder, Evelyn stepped back from the mount, her head feeling like a submerged balloon. She looked down and gasped.

'H-Hey...! Wh-What the hell...!? What... Oh god... Ngh...! What is that...?!'

Continued here!

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