Author's Note

Contains: Musk! (duh), Zephyr Breeze being Totally Straight, not... a whole lot of hypnosis now that I think of it, and imminent breedage of a lanky femboy

Day 27 - Musk/Scent (Zephyr Breeze)

Body wracked and aching with pain, a completely nude Zephyr Breeze took a moment to breathe on the locker room bench.

Ever since he’d joined up with the Royal Guard, he’d been full of nothing but regrets. Long days of staying at his post, getting yelled at for the smallest things almost daily, and a demonically strenuous training schedule that forced him to go to the gym for his few hours of “free time”.

And, worst of all, he never even had the time to flirt with The Ladies using his new status as a guard! Even the gym, where he’d normally go to shamelessly hit on the athletic types like his beautiful blue bombshell, was only for The Guard themselves.

Which just meant men, men, and more men. And not even cute little femboys like Zephyr himself, who paled in comparison to their rippling muscles and toned asses.

Not that he was looking at those, of course. Oh no, Zephyr was as straight as they come. Never did his eyes stray from the supple breasts and perky asses of his lovely mares.

His nose did, however. He hadn’t snuck off to the locker room during guard duty for no reason, after all. Not when such a tantalizing scent still clung to the air.

A strong, masculine stench, far more powerful than anything Zephyr could put out himself, permeated the locker room air. It sent his thoughts reeling, the intoxicating and mind numbing smell of man musk making the poor feminine stallion briefly forget any notion of his fragile heterosexuality.

And, as Zephyr’s nose began to sniff out the source of it, his mouth began to water as he began his lusty hunt.

Sniffing towards the ground like a tracking dog, it didn’t take long for the needy stallion to happen upon the source of the droolworthy smell: a discarded jockstrap.

Pert ass waggling in the air and nose pressed just centimeters away from the still warm underwear, Zephyr’s lengthy and drooling arousal was perfectly on display. And it was driven to an aching throb as he pressed his face deep into the sweat-drenched, musky jockstrap with a loud, unbidden moan.

Behind him, the door to the locker room swung open and in stepped a tall, sweat-soaked gray pegasus stallion, considerably more muscular than most of the rest of the guards that stood behind him.

The newcomer froze in the doorway for a moment, but a smug smile slowly crept across his face as he continued inwards. “You see, we figured a slut like you’d try somethin’ like this eventually.” He growled, cockily placing his hands behind his head and displaying hairy, sweaty armpits that immediately renewed the heady musk in the room. “Now why don’t you come get a whiff of the real deal?”