"Grass" {Uther} (MF Mf 1st nc)

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                              Grass 
                            by Uther 
                            Pendragon 
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com 
 

The grass was tough but tasty.  I was enjoying it when a 
filly trotted off too far.  I circled around and chased her back 
in. Nipping her flank gave me a good whiff of the reason she was 
misbehaving.  She was ready enough that I began chasing her in 
earnest. 

That took us past one of the mares, however.  She was 
*completely* ready, and took off at a trot.  She kept 
looking over her shoulder to make sure that she would be caught.  
When I did catch her, she stopped with her legs braced.  I reared 
above her and whinnied.  As she whinnied her answer she swept her 
tail aside.  My forelegs were on her shoulders, and I shifted so 
my shaft would enter her. 

She was swollen and open.  I entered and felt that warmth 
surround me.  Then I stroked in and out as the heat rose within 
me.  Her cries answered mine as she pressed herself back against 
my strokes.  I went faster and faster until I felt the release. 
Her screams rose to a crescendo as my spunk shot deep within her. 
It settled there as we both relaxed.  I pulled out of her and 
rose again.  She moved away so that I came down on the dirt and 
the grass. 

I had only taken a few bites when there was a cry from across 
the herd.  When I trotted over, I saw a strange stallion trying 
to drive the filly off.  When I screamed my challenge, he turned 
to face me.  We met on our hind legs, with our forelegs kicking.  
I was able to both knock him aside and get in a bite.  Three more 
such encounters taught him that I was more than his match.  He 
turned from me, hoping to get in a departing kick with his hind 
legs.  I had learned that trick as a yearling.  I jumped forward 
and to the side, and then got in a good bite to his hindquarter 
before he galloped off. 

I whinnied my triumph although the two exercises in a row had 
left me winded.  Then I looked for the filly who had been the 
issue of the fight.  As she was headed back to the herd, I took 
two mouthfuls of grass before trotting after her.  When I got 
near, however, I smelled her again.  She was fully ready now. 

When I sped up, she did too; but the mares parted for me as 
they  would not for her.  I was close when she got through the 
herd.  I turned her until we were headed back toward the herd.  
She stopped then, caught but not happy about it.  I, however, was 
now downwind from her and fully ready for this encounter.  When I 
nipped her flank, she stood there trembling. 

One whinny as I reared above her held my triumph in catching 
her and my desire for her.  When I came down on her shoulders, 
she shuddered.  Knocking her tail aside with my shaft, I fitted 
myself in her tight entrance.  She screamed as I drove forward, 
tearing her open and entering her warmth for the first time. 

Her whinny expressed pain and panic; my answer expressed deep 
satisfaction.  As I stroked within her, her fear was gradually 
replaced by pleasure.  She was calling a joy as great as mine 
when my spunk shot into her depths.  When I pulled out of her and 
off her, she trotted over to the other mares, no longer a 
skittish filly prone to stray. 

I had time now to taste the grass.   


The End
Grass
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com 
1998/01
2002/03/28
2004/04/26


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