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04/12/12(Thu)13:34 No.1221570>>1221514 Just like a billion other things, I want to but I'm far too lazy.
Mind control is my fetish, but pheromone-based mind control? Hnng, there's no way I can resist something that even remotely implies it.
"A-Applejack…just…r-relax…" he said softly, rubbing her shoulder. "M-My smell?" he asked, his eyes half closed. He knew his musk must have gotten to her. Applejack nodded, panting and whinnying at the same time. In addition to his smell, a sweet aroma hit them, mainly with Macintosh. The smell was very, very sweet, coming from Applejack; her body was releasing its own pheromone-like scent in response to his strong, stinging musk. Oh, the smells, both so strong and intoxicating; within seconds they were both drowning in it, the cramped confines of the wood tub getting increasingly humid. |