Virgins

by Simon Cowell

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Sex, Cheerilee, Big Macintosh, Slice of Life
Length: 1045

Big Mac and Cheerilee decide to have sex: terrible, awkward sex. Your first time is rarely successful. Usually both parties are frighteningly ignorant, and very unskilled in the art of sex.

Big Mac and Cheerilee are still having awkward sex, and you can't stop them.

Be sure to tell me where I went wrong in the comments, it's the best way to help me improve.

Published 2013-07-15 17:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-15 17:30:02 UTC

High Men And Low Blows

Big Mac and Cheerilee sat on the sofa, cuddling together in a passionate hug. Big Mac nuzzled his new fiancé, planting a soft kiss on her delicate cheek. Cheerilee's eyes fluttered as she blushed and looked at the floor, sinking into the couch.

Their lit fireplace cast the two lovers in a dim light that made their shadows dance along the floral wallpaper behind them, as a soft breeze let a cascade of cooling air fall upon them. They sat in silence, staring into eachother's eyes.

"So," Big Macintosh broke the silence, "are we gon' get started?"

Cheerilee blushed and grinned, staring at the floor.

"Of course, of course," she responded softly.

The two continued to sit in supreme quiet, by now each of them having moved to the opposite end of the couch. Neither of them made any sexual advances towards the other.

"Well?" questioned Big Macintosh.

"Well what?"

"Aren't ya gonna...well, I dunno, get started?"

Big Mac looked at the ceiling, flustered after asking such an embarrassing question.

"Oh...yeah, uh...c'mere hunky," said Cheerilee, trying as hard as she could to be seductive, " give it to me...big boy."

"Yeah," replied the shaky Big Mac, "ah bet ya fuck good."

"Well."

"Excuse me?"

"You mean to say I probably fuck well, or else I'm good at fucking."

Big Mac looked at Cheerilee in disbelief.

"Our first time together, and yer worried about mah grammar? Come on now, is this what you do to the other guys?"

Cheerilee flushed red and once again stared at the floor.

"Well...there haven't really been any other guys."

"You're kidding."

"Nope."

"Well shit, ah was hoping at least one of us would know what to do."

"You too?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"Well...I suppose we'll each have to learn somehow."

So with that, Cheerilee leaned forward and planted a kiss on Big Mac's lips. Big Mac, in response, pushed into the kiss as well. There was no tongue, they just sort of awkwardly mashed their lips together. It wasn't exactly a "good" kiss, but Big Macintosh found it erotic enough to get a raging semi.

They ended their clumsy tongue tango and made their way to Cheerilee's bedroom, and Cheerilee jumped onto the queen-sized bed, instructing Big Macintosh to put his front legs on top of it and stand up. By now Big Mac's member had softened and re-sheathed, and Cheerilee made note of this.

Inching forward, the virgin-teacher planted a light kiss on Big Macintosh's big, red ball-sack, then proceeded to lick up and down the sheathe, bringing a stir to the crimson cock of Big Macintosh.

Once it was completely hard, Cheerilee foolishly tried to cram the entire appendage into her mouth, nearly gagging herself with the gargantuan growth.

Big Mac was rather pleased with the results, it wasn't exactly the pleasure-filled paradise he'd always assumed fellatio to be, but it certainly wasn't an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it was quite nice, like moist, a soft-gripped hand gently stroking every inch of his genitalia. Unfortunately, Cheerilee's feeble fellatio resulted in a painful meeting of tooth and flesh.

"Holy fuck-balls!" Exclaimed Big Mac as he pulled up Cheerilee's head, his other head exiting the teacher's vacuous mouth with an audible pop.

"What's wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Cheerilee frantically asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes, please watch the teeth next time."

Cheerilee nodded and resumed her oral obligations, once again sucking the stiff stuck with great vigor. Unfortunately for Big Macintosh, enamel met flesh yet again.

Big Macintosh held up a hoof, signaling Cheerilee to stop.

"Ah think maybe I should just eat you out, you might just bite mah dick off."

Cheerilee let out an embarrassed giggle and laid down on her back. Big Mac immediately went to work, licking away with his broad tongue.

Cheerilee winced, Big Macintosh was pretty much exactly as bad at cunnilingus as she was at fellatio.

"Mac, my pussy isn't made of burlap, you don't need to rub me raw."

Big Mac took the snarky advice for what it was and began to lick much softer, and Cheerilee moaned in delight. He was doing great, tonguing her like a dog at a butter convention.

For twenty minutes, Mac munched pussy, his tongue growing sore. Finally, Cheerilee grew bored, her pleasure all but disappearing.

"Come on, Mac, go for the clitoris, it's pretty much a cum-button."

"Really?"

"Uh yeah, those eight thousand nerve endings aren't there for decoration."

"Okay then...whitch one's the clitoris."

Cheerilee face-hooved.

"You've gotta be shitting me, didn't they teach you this in sex-ed?"

"Not really, they just showed us a bunch of dicks."

"Oh Celestia, do you see that little nub at the top?"

"Yeah."

"Lick it."

Big Mac complied, and Cheerilee saw stars, as Big Mac changed tactics, now focusing all of his attention on the small nub of flesh on Cheerilee's chatterbox. Cheerilee gasped and tensed the muscles in her legs, quickly cumming from the clitoral cunt-guzzle.

"Alright, stud," said Cheerilee with half-lidded eyes," stick it in me."

Bic Macintosh mounted her with extreme enthusiasm, positioning the head of his hard stallion stick on the edge of Cherilee's moistened labia lips, which were pursed and ready to receive the scarlet super-soaker.

"Go for it."

Big Macintosh rammed Cheerilee, completely destroying her hymen. Cheerilee cried out in pain, as her sensitive membrane was burst by a big egg beater. Big Macintosh couldn't hear it though, all of the blood in his system was either in his head or his cock, and he continued to brutally pound pony pussy with his penal pulverizer.

For two minutes.

Yes, two minutes was all poor Virgintosh could stand before he came inside of Cheerilee, rolled over, and fell asleep.

Cheerilee sat on her bed, still unsatisfied, and sopping wet. She brought her hoof to her clit and started to rub.

"Fucking hell."

Author's Note

A story starring Big Mac, and not a single use of eyup or nope?

Anyway, since nobody seems to get it, let me help you out:
Not every use of the words "I" "you're" or "my" needs to be replaced with "ah" "yer" or "mah" it all depends on the context.

Believe me, I'm from the south.