Author's Note
Wrote this in an hour as a challenge and for fun. I had this idea as this story for a while and decided to just put it down. It was not edited so typo's will be in it.
A romp in the stalls.
Buttermilk groaned as his hooves stoked his stallionhood. Gazing down at his open playcolt magazine on his bed, Buttermilk began thrusting his hips as he felt himself growing closer to his release. The mare in the picture he was focused on was laying on her belly with her back side pointed towards the viewer. Her tail was flipped up giving him a good view of her marehood.
“Butter!?” his mother’s voice called up to him from down the stairs. “Did you finish your chores yet?”
Buttermilk cursed as his focus faltered. He had been so close!
Muttering to himself about his mother’s horrible timing, Buttermilk flipped his playcolt closed and stashed it under his mattress. Taking a few long breaths to calm himself, he waited for his softening stallionhood to fully pull back into his sheath before unlocking his door and walked out.
Buttermilk was a cream colored colt with golden yellow mane and tail. His cutie mark was a carrier filled with buttermilk bottles.
Descend down the stairs he heard his mother calling out to him again. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it. Jeez, you don’t have to nag me,” Buttermilk complained, moving to the front door.
“I wouldn’t have to nag you if you would just do your chores like you’re supposed to!” His mother shouted from the kitchen.
Letting the door slam shut behind him, Buttermilk descended the porch stairs and crossed the farmyard to the barn. The cows were already inside in their stalls, waiting for their feed. Moving around, Buttermilk closed each stall and firmly latched them shut before going inside.
Eight stalls, four on each side of the barn, held eight dairy cows. On the far side was the milking machine his mother used to milk them in the morning. Crossing over to a stack of hay bales, Buttermilk began portioning it off and distributing it to the cows feeding troughs in each stall.
Dropping the last one into Betsy’s trough, Buttermilk sighed. He was still horny. He had been horny all day and had been looking forward to the relief of a good stroking. Looking inside Besty’s stall, he noticed as her tail flicked to the side, giving him a brief glimpse of her feminine slit.
An idea suddenly came to him. An idea he’d never considered before. A sense of excitement rushed through him as he unlatched Betsy’s stall and walked inside. Betsy only glanced at him curiously as he moved around behind her.
Reaching up, he pulled her tail to the side and admired her pussy. It wasn’t as shapely as the ones on the models in his magazine, but that didn’t matter, it was still a pussy. Unable to resist, Buttermilk reached his muzzle forward and gingerly licked her slit. Sliding his tongue through her soft, moist flesh.
The taste of her was strange, but not bad ether. Returning to her snatch, Buttermilk delved in deeper with his tongue and lapped at her. Betsy paused in her eating as a pleased look came to her face.
Excited by this new experience, Buttermilk explored every part of her pussy, his tongue working in and out as he savored her rich flavor. Betsy was panting now, letting out soft moo’s of pleasure as her tongue started to hang out. The scent of her arousal filled his nose as his penis slipped out and drop down under him.
Buttermilk found a nub of soft flesh at the top of her pussy and began working on it. Betsy’s eyes rolled as her breath began heaving heavily now. Suddenly, her body tensed up, letting out a long moo of pure bliss as she came.
Buttermilk's, cock was rock hard now as it swung under him, throbbing with its denied need. He needed release! Rearing up, Buttermilk mounted Betsy and pulled himself forward, letting his instinct to breed her guide him into position. Gripping her sides, Buttermilk began thrusting his hips as he searched for her soaking pussy.
He felt the head of his cock grind along her soft milkladded udders as he missed his first thrust. Pulling back, he tried again and this time he felt the tip of his cock slip inside her. Moaning with pleasure, Buttermilk savored the sensation of her burning hot pussy enveloping his shaft as he slowly sank himself into her.
He couldn’t believe how good she felt! Her soft walls sliding along his cock sent shivers through his body as he pushed himself all the way into her. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He needed to rut her now! Gripping her sides tightly, Buttermilk began thrusting his cock deeply into her, his balls slapped her each time he bottomed out, rocking her body with each thrust of his hips.
His breath heaved into Betsy’s neck as he rammed himself, over and over again into her moist pussy. The other cows watched from their stalls as the sounds of his strained grunts filled the barn. Buttermilk felt himself growing close as he gripped the crest of her neck with his teeth. He was almost there! His cock started to flare wide inside her, grinding along her quivering walls. Betsy was mooing as she came around his cock, her walls clamping down as she milked him for his virile seed.
With a few final frantic thrusts, Buttermilk plunged his cock as deep as he could, sealing himself to the entrance to her womb as his his seed surged out, filling Betsy’s womb with each powerful spurt from his stallionhood. Buttermilk gripped her tightly as he emptied himself into Betsy with each throb that traveled down his cock.
With a few last spurts of his seed, Buttermilk sagged down with a long satisfied sigh. He had really needed that. Below him, Betsy caught her own breath as her lover rested on her back.
Stepping back, Buttermilk pulled his cock out of her well pounded pussy, releasing a deluge of cum that flowed down her crack to her well rounded udders where it then dripped off her hanging teats.
Dropping back down to the ground, Buttermilk felt his soaked cock cool in the air as it slowly softened and pulled back into its sheath. Leaving Betsy’s stall, Buttermilk made sure to give her a generous helping of oats to thank her.
Humming happily to himself, Buttermilk closed the barn door behind him as he headed back to the house and his waiting dinner.
Stepping inside, Buttermilk washed his hooves in the sink before heading for the dining room.
"What took you so long?" His mother asked as he entered the room. "Did you have trouble with something?"
"I did, but I worked it out." Buttermilk assured her as he sat down at the table.
