The Mare of His Dreams

by NeverClever

Rating: mature
Tags: Non-consensual, Sex, Cheerilee, Big Macintosh, Random, Anthro, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Romance
Length: 3293

[Somnophilia] [Femdom] [Non-con/Rape] [Denial] Cheerilee arrives at Sweet Apple Acres for an appointment. It turns out the beautiful weather has put everypony to sleep. A really deep sleep. One of those ponies happens to be Big McIntosh.

[Somnophilia] [Non-consensual sex/Rape] [Femdom] [Subliminal suggestion] [Orgasm denial]

Cheerilee arrives at Sweet Apple Acres to tutor the Cutie Mark Crusaders. It turns out the beautiful weather has put everypony to sleep. A really deep sleep. Really.

One of those ponies happens to be Big McIntosh.

Want to skip the setup and get right to the sex? Ctrl + f this phrase; His skin was very warm

Published 2013-10-18 04:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-18 04:10:02 UTC

The Chapter

It was one of those days that demanded a nap. The sun was bright and warm and comforting, like a deep down comforter without the feathers. The pegasi had outdone themselves, perhaps as an apology for the muggy, rainy weather the past week. Hammocks and Parchment had sold out half their stock hours ago, and nopony was particularly interested in the other half.

Cheerilee strolled leisurely through the orchards, a purple backpack slung over her shoulder. She had a tutoring appointment with the Cutie Mark Crusaders. The more sunlight that soaked into her coat, however, the slower she walked. Those three had enough trouble focusing on a normal day, let alone a sunny weekend.

Her ear flicked. The distinct sound of snoring wafted through the air and around the trees. She glanced up and chuckled. Rainbow Dash was reclining in one of the trees. Her stomach rose and fell in time with her loud snoring. One of her legs had slid off the tree branch, and her hips had shifted to the side accommodate it. Her crotch was exposed, but the awkward position hadn’t interrupted her nap. The occasional whinnies leaked out of her mouth, and Cheerilee could see a pillow propped under her head.

Cheerilee chuckled to herself again and then kept walking. Given the weather, she could not blame the pegasus in the least. She was half-tempted to follow her example.

She finally came upon the clubhouse. The sunlight hit it just right, and the paint shone slightly.

She climbed up the ramp and poked her head inside. “Girls?” she shouted.

She glanced down and put a hand to her mouth. She almost let out a “d’aww”, but managed to restrain herself at the last moment. The three fillies were sleeping on the floor, a few textbooks and notepads scattered around them. Apple Bloom was snoring loudly on the center rug, Scootaloo’s head propped on her stomach. Sweetie Belle lay a few inches to the left, Scootaloo’s tail draped across her chest.

Cheerilee sighed. Obviously she had been right about the weather, and its effect on their attention span. She propped her backpack in a corner. She couldn’t summon the willpower to wake them. She had suppressed her jealousy of Rainbow Dash, but this was almost painfully adorable.

The excuse had made itself clear, so she left the clubhouse and resolved to a walk around the property. Perhaps they would be awake by the time she returned.

She walked in no particular direction, away from the clubhouse and the tree Rainbow occupied. The grass felt good on her hooves. She had considered a pair of cutoffs when she had left her house, but was glad she had left her clothes at home. The trees created just enough shade to temper the sunlight, and the rays that made it through were wonderfully warm without being uncomfortable. She crested a small hill and took a deep breath. The farm looked beautiful in the sunlight.

Her ear flicked again. She glanced down and saw a pony at the bottom of the hill. She continued her stroll, and in a few small steps it was clear who it was. She sprung lightly down the rest of the hill, and soon was standing in front of Big McIntosh. He was as sleepy as the others had been. His back was leaning against the grass, the gentle curve of the hillside an impromptu recliner. His mouth was hanging open slightly, and his stomach was gently rising and falling. One arm lie by his side, and the other was draped across his lap. There was a barrel of apples a few yards away from him, abandoned in the grass.

Cheerilee chuckled to herself. If she didn’t know better, it was almost as if the weather was infectious.

Cheerilee scanned Big Mac’s body. There was a brief question of whether to leave him to his nap or not. The grass certainly looked comfortable enough. Cheerilee shook her head. He might not be happy about wasting his time on a nap—best wake him up.

“Big Mac?” she said softly. The stallion did not respond.

She knelt down, her knees landing a few inches from his body and swiftly sinking into the dirt. “Big Mac?” she repeated. She put a hand on his shoulder, but he did not stir.

Cheerilee gently moved the arm from his lap, but the change went unnoticed by the fatigued stallion. She frowned. She grabbed his wrist and gently brought it up. He certainly still had a pulse. And his stomach was still gently rising and falling, so he appeared to be breathing normally.

A smile crept onto Cheerilee’s face. I suppose applebucking is a more tiring job than I thought, she mused.

She made to leave, but stopped. Now that she was down there, she couldn’t help but notice what a fantastic body Big Mac had. His coat glistened in the sunlight. Her hand was still resting on his shoulder, and he had been lounging in the sunlight long enough to be comfortably warm to the touch. Cheerilee was briefly reminded of her cat lounging near a window on a sunny day.

That wasn’t all. His stomach, rising and falling, looked incredibly taut and muscular. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but Big Mac took very good care of his body. With his mouth hanging open, Cheerilee could even catch a glimpse of his perfectly aligned teeth.

Cheerilee glanced down at her own stomach. Certainly taut, but she had noticed some pudge building up around her hips lately. It didn’t bother her, of course; she quite liked her body, and lesson plans and tests often took precedence over exercise.

Cheerilee's gaze flicked back to Big Mac’s stomach, then back to hers. Her hand slowly drifted away from his shoulder and down to his stomach. A breeze rustled the grass slightly, and Big Mac muttered something in his sleep.

Cheerilee poked Big Mac’s stomach. Firm muscle met her finger. She poked her own stomach with her other hand. Not too much difference, really, she thought to herself. There was a hint of jealousy regardless. A certain bounciness, a gentle cushioning you might say, characterized her belly, whereas Big Mac’s was firm and unyielding.

Cheerilee flattened her hands without changing their location. Her skin definitely poked through the tiniest bit. Certainly didn’t ooze or anything silly like that, but there was a noticeable squish.

She frowned and pulled her hand up. “What am I doing?” she muttered. This was simply silly.

Cheerilee glanced down at Big Mac again. He was still blissfully unaware. Cheerilee smiled and leaned down. “Sorry, Big Mac,” she said. “I just have too many suitors at the moment. It really wouldn’t be fair to pick just one, no matter how muscular and honest you are.”

Big Mac stirred, and Cheerilee fell backwards in shock. She pulled herself up. Big Mac was still asleep.

“Right. Should probably stop playing around with a sleeping pony,” Cheerilee muttered. She put a hand on Big Mac’s leg, pushing herself onto her knees.

His skin was very warm from all the sunlight. Halfway through her movements, the feel of Big Mac’s leg finally caught up to Cheerilee’s brain. His coat was incredibly smooth, and the warmth from the sunlight slowly seeped into her palm and fingers as her hand rested there. She rubbed her hand back and forth slightly.

Cheerilee’s ear flicked again. The orchard was quiet, save the periodic rustle of branches and the occasional chirp of a bird. She could even hear Big Mac’s breathing. A sharp intake of breath interrupted his rhythm, and Cheerilee quickly brought her hand off his leg.

His sheath had shifted slightly. There was a momentary whiff of salty sweat before a breeze carried it off.

Cheerilee’s ear flicked. She glanced backwards. Certainly she wasn’t actually considering what she might be considering?

Her gaze wandered back to Big Mac’s crotch. It had been quite a while since she was with anypony, and he was asleep.

Her hand drifted up his thigh and over to his testicles. Her hand slid easily across his coat. Perhaps the sweat had made it smoother, or perhaps it was just a trick from all the sunlight soaked into it, but it was as soft as silk.

His balls were resting lazily in the grass, mostly hidden by his legs. Her hand slid forward, following the curve of his leg until she felt the saggy skin of his sack.

It had been a while. She wasn’t even sure what to do next. A few gentle, circular rubs were all she could think of. Thankfully, that seemed to be enough for Big Mac’s unconscious mind, and his sheath shifted again, the faintest beginning of an erection causing his penis to poke out.

Cheerilee smiled. She glanced over her shoulder again. She put one hand on his shoulder; he was still breathing normally. She slowly slid one hand up his groin, brushing his balls ever so slightly and moving past his sheath. His penis was rather warm, either from the sunlight or from his body. Her hand moved up, sliding across his penis, slowly, carefully. Big Mac didn’t move.

His shaft was very smooth, save a few veins here and there. Every inch that Cheerilee moved her hand seemed to coax a little more length out of it, encouraging it to get full, reassuring it that things were nice and safe. Before long it was completely erect, big without being unrealistic or ponderous.

Cheerilee leaned down. The smell was incredibly noticeable now; salty and explicit. It stuck in her nostrils a little. It was a good antidote for her hesitation, and she slid a finger into her pussy.

“I must admit, it’ll be nice not having to worry about somepony else’s pleasure,” she admitted out loud. She leaned down, her mouth inches from Big Mac’s ear. Her breath caused it to flick a little bit. “But you’re so generous, you don’t mind it being all about me, do you?”

Big Mac muttered something in his sleep, too low to be audible.

“I thought not.” Cheerilee’s fingers slid out of her with a faint, wet pop. They glistened slightly in the sunlight.

She rose to her knees, her hand still on Big Mac’s shoulder pressing slightly as pushed herself up. She flung a leg over Big Mac’s body. His coat was still soaked with sunlight, and the spots where her legs met his instantly shivered from the heat pouring into them.

Cheerilee pushed her hips forward, and Big Mac’s penis slid along her pussy.

Big Mac moaned in his sleep. With a little imagination, it sounded like a pitiful, plea; a whiny request to stop.

“Shhh,” Cheerilee whispered. She could feel Big Mac’s body instantly relax, though his dick remained erect.

Cheerilee reached down, and used a finger to prop Big Mac’s penis up a little. She slid backward, and she could feel the tip press into her vagina, the angle perfect.

Big Mac moaned again. It was louder this time.

“Shhh,” Cheerilee whispered directly into his ear. “You won’t even remember this later, trust me.”

She moved her hips farther back, and she could feel Big Mac’s penis pushing into her, stretching her walls slightly as she moved farther and farther back, the sleeping stallion’s flesh pressing deeper and deeper into her. It felt good; there was just enough pressure to be noticeable, and not enough to be uncomfortable.

She got to the end, and she could feel her pussy bump into Big Mac’s crotch.

“Now comes the fun part,” she whispered. “Fun for me, at least.” She pushed herself up, and she felt Big Mac shudder as his dick angled to match her body.

She worked her hips slowly, pushing herself onto her knees until the penis threatened to pop out of her, then slowly, deliberately sliding back down. Every time, she could feel Big Mac’s dick slide against her walls, the heat of it sticking to her body and making it warm too.

She lost count of how many times she moved up and down. The grass and dirt cushioned her knees, so it was almost effortless. Her thighs did start to twinge slightly as it went on, but the warmth oozing out of her pussy easily overrode any discomfort.

The heat built up, and built up and built up. Cheerilee’s body shuddered, and she felt her pussy reflexively clench onto Big Mac’s dick, grabbing it, trying to hold onto the feeling as long as it could. Big Mac let out his loudest moan yet, but otherwise his body didn’t stir.

Cheerilee’s legs pushed into Big Mac and refused to loosen up. Cheerilee continued bouncing up and down on Big Mac’s dick, her speed increasing without any conscious effort. The gentle burn in her legs and their sluggish movements made it a bit trickier to do, but she didn’t notice or care. Each time her pussy was penetrated it felt even more amazing than the last time, her muscles tightening and breathing getting louder and faster. Each burst of pleasure shot a little further into her body. Before long, they were bouncing around in her brain, and it made it impossible to think about anything except squeezing another one out of Big Mac’s unconscious body.

The heat in her crotch finally overwhelmed her. It was like being injected with something and the needle had finally run out of liquid. She moaned loudly, shamelessly, and it echoed faintly through the trees of the orchard. Her pussy clamped down one more time, and a similar moan leaked out of Big Mac’s mouth.

Cheerilee slumped down onto Big Mac’s chest, her fast breathing mixing with Big Mac’s.

Cheerilee’s legs loosened, her arms drooped down, her breathing slowed. “Mmm, that was amazing.” She looked up. “And it looks like you stayed asleep the whole time, just like a good boy should.”

Big Mac’s head flopped to the side, and another heavy breath leaked out of his mouth.

Cheerilee ran a hand through his mane. “Shhh. It’s okay. You don’t need to wake up. Everything is fine.”

She made to roll off his chest, but instead a soft moan leaked out of her mouth. Of course; Big Mac’s dick was still buried inside her. It pressed into the side of her and she moaned again.

“That’s right, I guess you didn’t get to finish,” she whispered. Another smile crept onto her face. “Well, I guess one more couldn’t hurt, if you insist.”

Cheerilee pushed herself up. She could feel sweat pouring off of her. Her muscles were definitely sore as she started to lift herself up. She might have been imagining it, but Big Mac’s dick also felt smaller inside her. Perhaps her post-orgasm break had ruined his momentum? Certainly possible.

It didn’t matter. The adrenalin and endorphins pumping through her body made it just as good as the first time. As she pushed up and down on Big Mac she quickly forgot about the sore muscles and slick sweat. His penis started to swell back up to full size, and she could feel every inch of it gliding along her pussy.

She bit her lip, forcefully clenching herself. She could feel her pussy press deeper onto Big Mac’s penis, grabbing onto it. Her pace slowed as felt each and every thrust dig deeper into her body.

Big Mac moaned again, but the sound quickly died away, replaced by more loud breaths. Cheerilee let her tongue pop out of her mouth and her own breathing became louder and faster. She didn’t get many chances to be theatric during sex, so why not?

Her pace quickened along with her breathing. She could feel some of her saliva pool on her tongue and drip onto Big Mac’s chest. She suppressed the urge to apologize and kept going. Another fat drop of spit splattered onto Big Mac’s chest before long.

She ran a hand through her mane, and she could feel her sweat and her pussy juice from earlier smear it backward.

She moaned loudly, and her body shuddered with the force of another orgasm. Her eyes rolled backward as it washed over her, like electricity surging through every inch of her body.

She collapsed onto Big Mac’s chest again, her open mouth dripping more saliva onto his coat.

“Mmm, that was amazing,” she said softly. She pulled her body forward, and she felt Big Mac’s dick pop out of her, quietly but wetly.

“Guess I didn’t last as long the second time, so you didn’t get to finish.” Cheerilee pushed herself up and rolled off Big Mac. She got groggily to her hooves. “But you don’t mind, right?”

Big Mac was still breathing heavily, his dick still erect and poking out of his sheath.

Cheerilee giggled. “Of course you don’t. You won’t even remember this, will you?”

No answer.

“Of course you won’t.”

Cheerilee cracked her neck, then took an unsteady step forward. “I’ll get my backpack later. I wouldn’t want to wake up anypony up, after all.”

For Celestia’s sake, what was I thinking! The question—or various permutations of it—had been eating at Cheerilee all day. She hadn’t been able to enjoy her breakfast, she had needed three trips to the market because she kept forgetting things, and she hadn’t been able to correct Friday’s tests because she kept getting distracted. She could have started on the next one, but she had left her textbook at Sweet Apple Acres yesterday and hadn’t worked up the willpower to retrieve it. She had taken four showers already, and none of them had made her feel any less disgusting.

Even now, sitting in her house with a cup of tea, the only thing she could think about was that question. Her tea tasted terrible; she had left it alone too long because she had been lost in thought.

Her doorbell rang, and she quickly rose up.

She opened the door. “Yes? Oh, hello, Apple Bloom! What can I do for you?”

Apple Bloom smiled. “Hi, Miss Cheerilee! I just wanted to bring yer backpack back.” She held it out. “I’m real sorry me and the Crusaders fell asleep! We guessed you showed up and left.”

Cheerilee let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, that’s alright, Apple Bloom. Some days just aren’t meant for studying.” She grabbed her backpack. “I was going to take a walk around your farm and go back, but something came up. I suppose I forgot to get my things.” She smiled. “Thank you for returning them.”

“No problem, Miss Cheerilee!” Apple Bloom beamed. “Anyway, I better go. The Crusaders ’n’ I have to go work on somethin’. We’ll haveta reschedule that tutorin’.”

“Right, of course. Thank you again.”

Apple Bloom turned to leave.

“Wait.” Cheerilee put a hand to her cheek. “Has, uhm, Big Mac said anything about me today?”

Apple Bloom put a finger to her chin. “Not really. He’s been the same today as always. Why?”

“Oh, no reason. I had something to tell him, but it can wait for another day.”

“Okey doke. See ya in class!” Apple Bloom bounded off, leaping over Cheerilee’s fence rather than wasting time opening it.

Cheerilee shut the door. There was a soft thunk as she slumped onto the floor. The extra weight from her backpack was just enough to help it echo across her house.

“I’ll tell him eventually. One of these days,” she muttered to herself.

Author's Note

Maybe this should have had a Dark tag? Fun fact; the first draft had Cheerilee as the sleeping one instead.

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