"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..."
"So how do I milk this, Mister?" Apple Bloom eagerly asked with a smile as she laid down on her belly. Her face was already an inch away from his cock.
He was beginning to grow excited, in both meanings. A nervous chuckle fallowed his words, "Heh. Well, it needs to be hard. It's not exactly like other places you get milk from, utters, breasts, and such and you won't get the milk until you've milked on it long enough. It all comes out in one go."
"Okay. So when you're hard, you're ready to milk?"
"Exactly."
She stared at the somewhat flaring tip as it twitched, "That doesn't tell me how, though."
"Oh, right. Sorry. Start with my balls. Lick them."
"Lick them?"
"Yes. Trust me."
She nodded, pushing her nose against his hefty cock as she nuzzled and licked the skin of his balls. His balls tasted salty as well, but the smooth skin felt good on her tongue. She began playing around, rolling her tongue around his balls like she was licking two big ice cream scoops. He placed a hoof on her mane and bowtie, petting her as she continued. She briefly took her tongue away from his sack, taking notice that his cock was now growing back to its hardened state. As she stared at its girth and length, she began feeling warm in the face and... Other places. Her eyes lidded on their own as she took deep breaths as her mind felt hazy. "Mister, I'm feeling weird from this. I don't know why. Is this good?"
"Yes," he smiled, realizing his genitals were unlocking dormant primal instincts in this little filly , "Just keep going. Just do what feels normal."
She wasn't sure what Mister meant, but she went ahead anyway. She wanted to taste his cock for some reason, she didn't know why. Maybe this was what he meant by an "acquired taste." The little filly caressed the sides of his shaft with her two small hooves, tugging it a bit towards her mouth as she hung her tongue out before dragging it across his textured stallionhood. She let out a small whine of wanting as Mister could swear he saw hearts begin to form in her eyes. He let out a few moans in response, as if teaching her the language of lust and desire as she learned. "That's a good filly." He cooed, "You're quite the learner."
She gave his shaft a tiny kiss with her little lips before moving back toward his balls again.
"Somepony's found something they like~." He teased.
She didn't respond, instead he felt and heard one of his balls get sucked hard inside her tiny maw and begin to be lathered in warmth and saliva.
"Fuck, Apple Bloom," His cocky demeanor began to crack under the pleasure.
She let his right ball pop out of her mouth as she sucked the other inside now, being sure to lap up every salty drop from his smooth and slack sack. She didn't know she was missing out on so much by not being cockfed. By now, she couldn't wait to try stallion milk straight from him now. She popped the left ball out and dragged her lips and tongue back up the shaft, her actions steered purely by primitive lust. She then asked when she got to the tip, "Can I suck on your cock now, Mister? I want some stallion milk."
"Yes." He answered with a smile.
She then pressed her lips against the tip's hole, seeming to make out with it as she kissed before opening her lips wider to let them engulf the flare. She then began to suck on it like a straw. Luckily, sucking so many thick milkshakes trained her tongue and throat muscles for this as she kept sucking harder and harder on his cock.
"Ah, fuck. You don't need to suck so hard, Bloom."
She slid the tip out of her mouth, saliva connecting her to it, "Sorry." She placed her mouth back over, this time sucking a little softer until he started moaning in bliss, letting her know she was doing it right.
"Don't forget to stir the milk, Apple Bloom. Move my balls around while you suck on it."
She did so without interruption, whimpering in need as she groped his ball sack with both forehooves, petting, pushing, and rolling them around in the soft spots of her hooves. Mister's hips were beginning to shiver which Apple Bloom could only guess meant he was about to pour his milk for her.
"Get ready, Apple Bloom! It's coming!"
She lapped her tongue across his tip's hole, teasing at it as she felt his balls clenching in her hooves before receiving a gush of stallion milk over her tongue, past her cheeks, and swallowed eagerly down her throat, into her awaiting stomach. The taste was certainly better now, as he said. It was salty, but the bitterness was now less noticable as she greedily gulped each gush his cock gifted her for her work. It was so thick and creamy, just like a milk shake, as she swallowed. She couldn't get enough. Eventually, he kept pouring so much at once she struggled to keep up in swallows as it started to seep and drip out of her nostrils, her eyes rolling upwards in a lustful haze.
Before long, he'd finished and stallion milk covered the bottom half of her face, his flaccid cock now suctioned in her mouth still. She kept sucking like a newborn and her bottle, hugging the squishy shaft with her forelegs. Mister then asked after many breaths, "How was that?"
She let his cock slide out of her mouth, her little tongue licking the last remains of his "milk" from the cock before returning a tired smile, "I could sure go for seconds..."
Author's Note
Thank you for reading. I'm glad to see you made it this far. :3
Cockfeeding fetish is possibly one of the least known fetishes I have. The kink is a more specific version of cum feeding (the act of consuming cum). Cock feeding, as depicted in this clop fic you read, is the fetish of the receiver believing or pretending to believe the cum is like milk and is an innocent act to drink cum anytime, anywhere, anyway how.
