Stallion Milk

"Alright, Apple Bloom," Applejack said with smile, "That's enough work for one day. You've done enough." Apple Bloom and Applejack sat a basket each of apples.

"Does that mean I can go see Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo?"

Applejack took a glance at the horizon, seeing the sun nearly setting behind the distant mountains. "It's getting pretty late, Sugarcube."

Bloom pouted, "But Sweetie Belle will definitely let me stay the night. Rarity loves having me over."

Applejack sighed reluctantly, considering the distance Apple Bloom needed to cover to get to the Boutique, "Alright, but you need to come back tomorrow afternoon. You're staying over for tonight only."

"Thanks, sis," she gave her a hug.

Once she let go of her, Applejack carried both baskets over her shoulders and inside the house before shutting the door behind her. Apple Bloom was making her way toward the trail to Ponyville when her ears suddenly picked up on a noise, shifting as they tried to locate the source. "What is that?" She asked herself, "It sounds like someone's hurt... It's groaning."

Apple Bloom quickly found the location, her family's barn. Big Mac must've gotten himself hurt trying to take off his plowing equipment, she thought to herself. He might be stuck! Apple Bloom galloped as best as her little hooves could toward the barn until opening one of the doors. "Big Mac?" She called out. No response, but the moaning continued toward the back of the barn.

She walked through the hay strands on the ground, besides the moaning the place was fairly silent as she continued further. Apple Bloom's curious eyes wondered around, trying to find her big brother in danger before going under a few planks of wood. In the far back of the barn, behind a pile of boxes and hay bales was a silhouette of a pony, but the stature wasn't familiar, but Apple Bloom knew this was the source of the moaning. By the looks of the shadowed figure, it was facing away and pumping something hard and fast in front of itself. Before Apple Bloom could call out, the moans hitched up into sighs as the pony looked up, spraying something on the ground before it. Once the silhouette pony relaxed, the farm filly called, "Hey, who are you?"

The pony was startled, quickly jerking their head towards her and freezing in place. Apple Bloom took a few more steps closer. She was still concerned for them, too naive to consider anything suspicious going on. "I heard moaning and thought someone was hurt. Are you okay?"

The pony was silent for a moment before speaking, "Y-Yeah. I'm fine." It was a stallion's gruff voice.

Apple Bloom made her way ever closer before clearly seeing a light brown, averagely-sized stallion covering his crotch with his forelegs. "What are you doing in our barn?" She then notices a white, goopy, and glistening puddle on the floor beside him. The stallion was certainly nervous, but he continued to try and stay calm. "And what's that white stuff there?" The stallion looked over and looked back. "Looks like milk, but... We don't have any cows."

"It's milk! I spilled my milk!" He spoke up.

"Oh. Why are you drinking milk back here?" She investigated curiously with her innocent look, "And where's the bottle for it?"

The stallion went silent again, looking around as he hoped they left some sort of container laying around here, but without avail. Time for a different plan, he thought. How could he fix this? He then corrected, "I didn't buy it. I made it."

"Stallions make milk?" Her eyes widened in surprise.

He smiled, relieved that she bought it, "Yes. All stallions make milk."

"But stallions don't have what mares have down there. I checked on colts at school. Can I see?"

"See what?" He asked.

"Where do stallions make milk from?"

"Uh, I don't think I should teach you about this."

"That's fair. I can just ask my brother to show me."

"No!" He shouted.

"What?" She raised a confused look towards him.

"Sorry. I mean, I can show you." He answered, defeated.

"Okay," she smiled brightly, forgetting all about her original plans for tonight. "I'm Apple Bloom. What's your name, Mister?"

"Mister is fine. Sorry."

"It's alright, Mister. Can you show me?"

"Uh, sure." He slowly pulled his forelegs from between his hind legs. The curious filly moved her eyes down, taking in the sight of Mister's ten inch cock hanging over his two big and round leathery tan balls laying slack on the floor. Her eyes stared at them for a while, a part of her mind confused but also amazed by the scene. She eventually found words again, "What are those?"

"It's where stallion milk comes from. It comes out of the long part." He pokes his penis and then points at his big balls, "The milk is stored there."

"Oh. Why is the long part twitching?"

"Well, uh... When stallions make milk, it feels really good and so it twitches."

"What are the parts called?"

The stallion knew there was nothing left to hold back. He was already too deep. "The long part is called a penis, but ponies call it a cock more often. The two parts below are called testicles, but ponies just call them balls since they're round. The part they're inside is called a ball sack."

"The cock doesn't look like a breast, though."

"That's because it's like the utters on a female cow."

She stared as she pieced everything together in her head, "You were milking yourself back here?"

"Yes." He answered nervously.

To his surprise, she came over to him and stepped beside him, dipping her hoof in the "stallion milk" on the ground. "It's thick and sticky." She got a good glop in her hoof and licked at it, smacking her lips as she let the taste set in before cringing, "It's bitter and salty. Why would foals drink this?"

"I-It's an acquired taste. Your dad probably never fed you his."

"I don't have a dad. That would make sense. Can you teach me how to do it?" She looked over at him, a tiny strand of cum on her lips.

"I... You want me to..." He stuttered.

"I want to try milking you. Maybe I can get used to the taste."

His cock began to get hard on its own as he noticed it. He whispered to himself, "Dear Celestia, forgive me for what is about to happen..."