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Farm Life

Chapter One

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

15th July, 2019

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Penny laid sprawled out on the lush green grass, the young whitetail half awake and half asleep, as her best friend and companion Chester cropped the sweet grasses nearby. Idly, Penny's tail flagged from side to side, as she sprawled and daydreamed, listening to the wind that rustled the nearby groves leaves and distantly, come the putt putt putt of the tractor.

*

Chester was born on the 12th August, 1992, to his Dam, Lady Silvermane and his Sire, Lord Buckholme. He was a young, healthy colt, beautifully bred and they had hopes he would fetch a pretty penny at the sales in a year, when he was weaned.

Well, such wasn't to be – one day when he was still a foal nursing at his mothers teat, a rival Mare who lost her foal was so consumed with jealousy and grief, she attacked and injured both mother and foal. Any prospects the owners had – vanished that day when the Colt was kicked in the head during the fight...

He'd been touch and go for a week, thousands of dollars spent on him, x rays revealing the now-hoof-shaped concavity of his forehead, prospects of selling him were nil. It was argued back and forth, by owners and veterinarians, it'd be kinder to put him to sleep, to ease his passing and grieve for him – but Chester fought for life – as no horse had ever thought before. Somehow, he pulled through, somehow – he had some – difficulties – but he overcome and adapted.

*

Penny? Penny had no idea of her birth date, or any concept of dates as humans viewed it. Her rhythm was set to the seasons, moon rise, moon fall, etc. She was an orphan, found when she was hours from dying of starvation. Her mother had been shot – left to die, never tagged or claimed. No one seemed to care – except for a young man, who stumbled upon the corpse, the little fawn still trying to nurse from her dead mother, her pitiful bleats and cries drawing his attention.

He had brought her here – this this farm, bottle fed her, kept her warm in a basket before the fire and raised her. She thought the world of him – her human – her friend and as she secretly longed – her stag. He'd never shown the slightest inclination in that regard... Despite how she'd courted and teased him so.

*

Penny snorted and snapped awake, her black tipped ears rising with a flicker as she blinked when Chester nudged her.

“Wake up!” Chester snorted, his ears flicking back, as he nuzzled her affectionately on the belly.

“Huh?” Penny grunted, feeling the equines broad nose nuzzle her ribs again.

“There's a lovely trail of sweet, juicy grasses, and you're laying on them!”

Penny snorted, then staggered to her cloven hooves, moving aside as Chester nickered in laughter and kept cropping the grass.

“Why do I put up with you?” Penny snorted, then bunted him in the belly with her forehead.

He barely moved – or even acknowledged her strike, as he merely flicked his dark tail and chuckled.

With a snort, Penny walked a few paces away and laid down again, flattening herself on the warm, sun kissed grass, slowly drifting off to sleep, watching the young Colt graze.

*

She had grown up with this enigmatic, slightly simple equine as a friend and playmate. They'd run together, slept together beneath the summer sun, her snuggled in against his belly and one mid-summer afternoon – they'd shared more than their bond of friendship – they become mates.

Penny had been through her season before – it was a traumatic, frightening time for the yearling fawn – still with a few lingering white dappled spots on her rump and back. She had been scared, her emotions compelling her to breed! She had no idea what, or how, or even with who! Crying her heart out one moment, angry and filled with pain and rage the next.

It had lasted ten days – ten days where she felt she would surely be driven mad, as she had kicked, bitten and licked at her belly and groin – anything to stop the sensations and discomfort. Her human had noticed her difficulties, and had talked to another human, who in turn, had given him something, he mixed into her feed. It had let her rest at least – mostly – especially when he'd gotten the dosages right.

It had been – awkward, frightening and – painful. Their playful joy of life had led them into the woods, where they'd both fed from the sweet blackberries until they thought their bellies would surely burst, then drank deep of the clear water from the creek.

Penny had noticed – the swollen scrotum, the way that Chester even held himself – something was on the young colts mind. Tenderly Penny nuzzled against and under his throat.

“Something troubles you my friend – what is it?” Penny asked inquisitively, as she continued nuzzling him.

“Its – nothing -” Chester snorted through his nostrils as he trembled.

“Its not, nothing!” Penny frowned and walked around until she faced him, making him look into her eyes. “I can smell it on and in you! Somethings – wrong and I want to help, please?”

“I...you can't help me – can't you smell it? In the wind? It's a smell...its driving me mad!” Chester mumbled, then he shuddered,

Penny frowned, noticing something had changed, before she started to move to the side, then Chester shuddered and moved to block her.

“Hey!” Penny squealed and giggled, then nuzzled his nose. “What's gotten into you?”

Again, she danced from hoof to hoof, before she feinted, Chester falling for it and dashed to the right side – her eyes widening as Chester shuddered.

“Oh...my - “ Penny squeaked, her muzzle falling open.

Chester couldn't help himself, his nine inches of firm penis began slapping against his belly, the occasional spurt of pre shooting from the tip as he panted and belly slapped again.

“I can't help it – there's a mare...she's in season and I...” Chester huffed and shuddered.

Penny, ears pricked with curiosity, moved closer to Chester and sniffed at the sticky fluids that matted his chest, then tentatively licked them.

“Ick...its so salty...” Penny snorted, pulling her head away and licking at her broad nose.

“Stop that!” Chester shuddered.

“What?” Penny whispered, as her curiosity overcome her and she kneeled down and licked the tip of his member, tasting him and the salty fluids, her tail beginning to flag slowly.

“Stop...” Chester grunted, as he violently belly slapped and Penny squealed, before nervously licking again.

“Its...salty - “ Penny murmured, her supple tongue slurping at it, before she squealed and took another lick

Then another – and another...

“Penny...no...stop...”

Penny shuddered, before she squealed as Chester twisted away, then reared up and his forelegs come down over her ribs. Frightened, Penny twisted and turned, before she squealed, feeling Chester bite her nape, something pressing firmly against her tail.

“Chester...what...no, get off me!” Penny squealed in fright, feeling his forelegs tighten as he pushed her down, his hooves touching the ground.

It was quick, brutal and...not what Penny was expecting. She squealed as he thrust, straining against her tight labial folds, pre smothering her slit and rump as he bit harder. Penny felt instincts seize her, her tail snapping up and she crouched, before Chester's firm length pushed hard as he grunted, and barely slid inside her. Her squeals were muffled by his loud, choking whinny as he twitched, his tail flagging and Penny felt the sticky pre lubricating her tight, gripping vaginal walls as he thrust again.

With a final pistoning of his hips and flag of his tail, he grunted and crushed her beneath his weight, as his body responded to the tight gripping folds – just as his mind told him mating a mare would. With a loud whinny that rang in Penny's ears – Chester consummated the mating.

His penis inside her – only a few inches – yet to Penny's mind, it felt like he'd driven his full length into her. It flared and her vaginal walls crushed down, milking him like it would a Stag. Quickly, his body responded and he twitched as thick, hot jets of his semen spurted deep inside her again and again. So snugly did he fit inside this deflowered Whitetail; so tight was her warm, inviting depths, he couldn't move either forwards or backwards.

Penny stood on shaking hooves, panting and shuddering. Until this moment, she had been a maiden doe – he had taken that – more besides – when he claimed her, filling her womb and body with his hot, sticky seed. Yet something – primal – in her mind, welcomed it, gratefully accepted the pain and ache that burned through he nethers. As he grunted and twitched, Penny squealed again – this time – it wasn't in pain – it was unmistakable pleasure.

He filled her again, the deep throbbing of his member inside her, that explosive jet that Penny thought would surely flood her – then as suddenly as it begun, it was over, his length wilting as he grunted and pulled back. A convulsion seized her and she crouched instinctively as a thick flow of equine semen gushed from her body and spattered onto the grass before she could control herself.

“What...what was that - “ Penny gasped, her head hanging down to her ankles, body shaking.

“I'm...sorry - “ Chester mumbled, his flanks heaving, muzzle hanging loosely and tongue lolling as he panted in guilt and shame.

Penny stumbled and fell to her knees, shivering in surprise and discomfort.

“You...did you - “ Penny didn't have the words.

“I couldn't help it, please...” Chester snuffled through his nostrils, as he stepped over and gently nuzzled her. “The smell, of that mare..I'm not allowed near them -”

Feeling grief stricken, Penny twisted her head around and gently nuzzled Chester, licking at the equines tears that slid down his long muzzle.

“It...hurt me Chester – I think I understand why you did it...”

Chester shuddered, then knelt down, facing away from her before he began sobbing in great convulsive wails. “I never meant to hurt you – the – instinct, it just - “

“Shhh,” Penny whispered, as she carefully got to her cloven hooves and nuzzled his neck. “Don't cry, please?”

“I hurt you!”

Penny nodded gently, then nuzzled him again, resuming licking his salty tears.

“It..was wrong, what would my father think of me? My mother? I...I forced you and - “

“Shhh,” Penny whispered as she nuzzled his ears. “It...frightened me, more than hurt me – you're a stallion now and I'm a doe... You – something – inside you, knew you had to be gentle...and in a way, you were! You could have...well...”

Chester shuddered, his cinnamon coloured coat rippling.

“You weren't even...fully inside me – I've watched horses mate, many times – when I was with our human at the stables...”

“It still hurt you and...” Chester shivered again.

“It...frightened me Chester, I know you're a little...well, I don't wish to be insensitive...”

Chester nodded and quivered. “I'm not right in the head, ever since I was a foal – when that grey kicked me...”

Penny sighed, wishing she had the words to explain it better.

“That wasn't your fault! Do not blame yourself for something you weren't responsible for! You're kind, gentle – a sweet natured, easy going stallion! I love you dearly as a friend...and if you'll learn – teach me – I would be yours, if you would be mine...”

Chester snorted, then frowned, his ears twitching back before he shuddered and looked over his shoulder.

“You...we can – again?”

Penny shook her head, ears flattening. “Not now but if you promise to be more gentle in future? I'm not a mare so please...promise me?”

“I - “ Chester swallowed, then timidly touched noses with Penny. “I promise...”

*

Beneath the late afternoon sun, Penny slept, a slight smile curling her furred lips as her friend and mate, grazed the sweet grasses nearby....

To Be Continued...