Deciding that it would be better to avoid the boy, his body actively
changing as he pleasured himself, she crept quietly away, her hooves
making only the tiniest of clicks as she stealthily stole away deeper
into the warehouse.
Past more crates holding questionable cargo, she eventually made her
way to one side of the warehouse, but was by no measurable means near
the farthest corner. Walking with more confidence as she grew more
accustomed to her hooves, moving with a deftness provided by her new
and muscular thighs, her tail expertly balancing her every step. Soon,
she reached what she could only describe as a chemical vat, or some
sort of fermenting chamber. Looking around that no one was near, she
began snooping among a pile of large bags piled at the base, which
looked to her like burlap sacks that usually held hops.
Inside them she finds...