"Grass" {Uther} (MF Mf 1st nc) If you are under the age of 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do something else. This material is Copyright 1998, Uther Pendragon. All rights reserved. I specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping ONE electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice is included. Reposting requires the author's previous permission. = = = 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 If you enjoyed this story, you might also enjoy: friday.txt "Friday" The index to almost all my stories: /~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm