Companions

"C'mon c'mon c'mon," Buttercup moaned as she furiously jerked Grimm off. The bedazzled bull arched his back and dug his feet into the soft earth below, curling his toes in the grass. His breath was sharp, heavy, the occasional grunt escaping his lips and slipping into the night air. Buttercup's grip was like a vice on his cock, slamming hard into his aching balls, threatening to completely and utterly drain him. "I want it," the cow moaned, tongue hanging lewdly from her lips. "I want all of your cum...!"

"Buttercup," Grimm tried to say, but he interrupted himself with a sharp gasp as another orgasm mounted. That's right, another orgasm: this was not the first such encounter they'd had that night. Things were starting to get a little hazy but Grimm was pretty sure he was approaching his fourth orgasm of the night.

The cow was insatiable, and they hadn't even been traveling together for a full day.

Earlier that day...

Grimm was surprised by how agile Buttercup really was. She expertly hopped over rock and root, navigating the wilderness with ease. Honestly, she rivaled the bull, and in some ways she surpassed him: he was big where she was not, bulky where she was not, and this showed in the way she traversed the unconquered terrain. It was, in its own way, a pleasure to watch her demonstrate her expertise...

...not to mention the other, baser pleasure of watching that fat ass bounce and jiggle with every hop and leap.

Occasionally Buttercup took Grimm's hand in her own and led him across the terrain. It was actually pretty nice -- sometimes her fingers would lace through his and she'd squeeze, as if in acknowledgement of what she was doing. Other times she was content to cheer him on as they scaled rock faces, climbed over fallen trees, and navigated the dark forests that dotted the countryside.

They traveled like this for hours, from morning into evening, and by the time they'd reached a decent camping spot they were both exhausted. Grimm especially so: there were a few points where he'd had to haul Buttercup over an obstacle, or give her a boost, or carry all of their supplies... he was beat. He just wanted to eat, sleep, and regroup.

Which is what he was trying to do right now. Grimm was leaning against a rock, stretching out, drinking a bottle of Mars's milk. It was still good; it soothed his aching throat. He'd tended a fire, roasted some vegetables, and divvied them out.

Buttercup was sat beside him, munching on an ear of corn. She looked up at him and flashed a smile. "I'm having a lot of fun," she said before taking another bite. "Traveling with you."

"It's pretty nice," Grimm said, slackening against the rock, "isn't it?" He looked up at the stars and let out a soft smile. It _was _nice, not traveling alone.

Buttercup made a happy sound. Then: "Hey, Grimm?"

"Yeah?" He looked down at her. She'd finished her ear of corn and was now turning it over in her hand. "Can I... rest my head in your lap?" She chucked the spent cob into the fire.

Grimm's smile widened. There was something... comforting about the way the cow talked to him. He didn't need to say anything. He just patted his lap and reclined a little, giving her more room.

The cow smiled back at him and scooted toward him, lowering herself down to his lap. She nuzzled her head against him and drew her body up into the fetal position. Placing one hand on the bull's thigh, she began to stroke him. "Thank you for letting me come with you," she said softly.

"Thanks for coming with me." Grimm said it without really thinking about it, although the moment it left his lips he realized he was being honest. It was nice to have her here. "But why did you want to come in the first place?"

"I dunno," Buttercup said, tracing circles on Grimm's thigh. "Boredom? A sense of adventure? I don't really know. I just wanted to."

"Good enough for me."

Buttercup kissed the taut flesh near her face. "Good."

They were like that for a while. But then:

"Grimm." Buttercup's hand was exploring his inner thighs now, fingers teasing toward his crotch.

"Butterc --" Grimm stopped as the cow found his cock. "Oh..." He couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as Buttercup stroked his member, quickly bringing it to attention.

_What did I think was going to happen? _thought Grimm.

Buttercup purred as Grimm's cock emerged from beneath his loincloth. "Oh, my," she moaned, running her finger from head to root. She looked up at Grimm and nuzzled him again. "Are you too tired?"

Grimm was breathing a little heavy. He was tired, but... "For you? Nah," he said, running his hand through her hair. The cow chirped happily and brought herself forward, planting a kiss on his cock. This made him shudder in anticipation.

"Good," she said softly, "I've been waiting all day." With a giggle the cow leaned forward and slipped Grimm's cock between her lips. She didn't immediately start sucking -- she just let his cock linger there for a moment, letting him agonize over what was about to happen... And then she was upon him, bobbing her head up and down as she took his length in her mouth over and over. Her saliva cooled in the breeze; it made Grimm shiver.

"Buttercup," Grimm moaned, running his fingers through his lover's hair. She stopped and looked up at him, cock still wedged between her lips. "The tent..." A loud sigh. "Do you wanna... go to the tent?"

Buttercup nodded. She released Grimm's cock, kissed it, and rose to her knees. "Come on," she cooed, "let's go!" Grimm offered his hand; Buttercup took it.

The bull led the cow into their tent. The moment they were inside Buttercup urged him to lower himself down so she could resume her work. She didn't even undress. She just went straight to it.

A long, shuddering gasp escaped Grimm's lips as he unloaded his semen into Buttercup's hungry mouth. She let out a muffled squeal of delight and kept sucking, eager to drain him until he ached... which she did, and he did.

But the cow wasn't done, as Grimm would soon discover.

First she rode his face, having shed her lower garments, and jerked him off as he ate her out.

Then she titfucked him, giggling as she did so -- not like the solemn ministrations of Daisy back at the fort. Grimm's eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he shot load number three all over Buttercup’s wobbling tits. He was suddenly very tired.

"Baby..." Buttercup purred, wiping Grimm's cum from her cleavage. "Please tell me you've got a little bit left..." She bit her lower lip as she looked at him expectantly.

Grimm gritted his teeth, but smiled.

Now.

So that's how we got here: Buttercup furiously jerking Grimm off, begging for his cum. But that's not where it ends.

"Lay back," Buttercup commanded, breath hot and heavy. "C'mon!"

Grimm did as he was told, and the moment his head hit the ground Buttercup was on top of him, facing the tent flap. It took her no time at all to maneuver Grimm's cock into her sex; her body relaxed into his as he entered her, coupled with an ecstatic moan. That ecstasy only increased as Buttercup began to buck against her lover, driving him further inside of her.

As Buttercup was facing away from him, Grimm had a spectacular view of her bouncing rump. It moved in perfect harmony with every thrust, every hump... His hands went to her hips. His grip was loose, gentle, and he stroked her sides and back as she fucked him.

"Grimm," Buttercup moaned, looking at him over her shoulder. She winked. Something about this simple gesture drove Grimm wild; of course, this was mitigated by his mounting exhaustion. He thrust deep into his lover/companion, eager to make her cum.

Buttercup ran one hand through her hair, moaning lewdly, and turned back to the tent flap. The night sky was visible through the flap, which had opened slightly from the breeze. This all felt... right. It felt good.

"Wait," Buttercup said, voice ragged. She leaned forward and looked out the tent flap. "Who's that?"