"I think you and Alan would make a fine foal together," the attendant said as she walked back to Alan who was thrusting into the air. He could smell all the mares in heat around him, though he was primarily focused on the beautiful brown mare by his side who kept tempting him with flicks of her tail. "However, it looks like someone has first dibs on his seed."
You snorted a little at that, it wasn't like you actually wanted to be mounted and bred. You wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but you could still smell the stallion and that sent more feelings of heat through your vagina. You wanted him inside you badly, and you felt a twinge of jealousy that Megan would likely get to go first.
"Not to mention, I don't think you're really completely ready," the attendant said with a grin. "So instead I'm going to make sure that you can't resist when he mounts you. You're going to want his seed and to carry his foal by the time they're done."
She nodded to two of the other attendants who lead Alan and Megan to another room. She opened your stall and attached a halter to your muzzle as she walked you to the other room. You subconsciously lifted your tail as you passed by the stallions and you heard them becoming more excited.
You whinnied lightly, your horse body wanted to be mated and the smell of all the stallions around you was driving you crazy. The attendant grinned as she looked back at you and patted your nose.
"You're starting to get the picture aren't you?" She asked with a grin. "That smell is making you hornier and hornier to agitate the heat in your body. Once those two are done, you'll be begging for it and every stud in this stable will want to fill that tight hole of yours with their seed."
She laughed as she opened the door and lead you into the room. She secured you to the wall as she turned back to the other attendants who were getting Alan and Megan ready. She grinned a little as Megan pushed her tail to the side, Alan's massive shaft poked out of its sheath and you felt a twinge of jealousy even though you knew your turn was going to be next.
Was the woman right? Could you really not resist this? You were about to find out.