The pleasant afternoon weather made Sweet Apple Acres all the more appealing to the eye with Celestia’s sunlight shining down, bathing the rows upon rows of apple trees with a pleasant effect of the sunlight being reflected in some of the fully grown apples waiting to be picked, almost making them look shined to a polish.

To Cheerilee it was still odd to see apples that you could literally see your reflection in to begin with but Big Macintosh had told her it was just the Apple family way of growing them that gave them such a healthy look.

The teacher just smiled at the familiar farm and the large red house that she was walking to, avoiding going through the fields and instead taking the longer path. It might have been longer but the trouser suit she wore to work did not suit walking through muddy fields especially not with the high heels that she wore to complete the outfit. Cheerilee did not like high heels much to begin with, finding them awkward and clumsy, but they helped to make her look professional and keep parents from breathing down her neck.

“Not that I can blame them I suppose,” the fuschia mare conceded as she walked through the front gate, “their foals are very important to them as they should be.” She said to herself as she walked to the back door and pushed it open. She hadn’t gone four paces before she heard Applejack and Spike in the other room.

She had almost made it to the stairs when she heard what they were talking about.

“I slept with Rarity last weekend, and then Twilight and Rarity Monday night. According to Twilight, losing my virginity activated my body’s lust drive. She and Zecora filled Rarity and me in on the details earlier today. Then I came here to talk to you…”

Cheerilee paused at that, her eyes going wide as saucers. Could Spike be talking about making a herd? Cheerilee had of course watched the young drake grow up over the years but through all that she had never seen his attentions focused on another mare besides from the fashionista of his dreams Rarity. To be talking about making a herd, even after sleeping with Rarity…

Cheerilee’s brain struggled to catch up with being blindsided like that so that she almost missed Applejack cutting Spike off and responding to him.

“Get some food in you, it’ll help you think. Now, the way I figure it, you’re worried about what others will think, ain’t that right?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m used to the weird looks by now, and I don’t get them nearly as often. But running around town hoarding women, seems like the kind of thing to off-put our friends and neighbors, you know?”

“I wouldn’t complain,” Cheerilee whispered to herself with a grin, “a mighty dragon swooping in to take mares for his own sounds very hot… or maybe in my case a nice strong stallion.” She grinned at the thought of Big Mac having a herd.

“Well, I’m happy to tell you that you won’t have to worry about that too much. After all, Cheerilee has been trying to organize a herd for Big Mac for a month now. It’s kind of funny actually, Mac ain’t exactly the driving force, most the time he comes home exhausted after being dragged around all day.”

Cheerilee couldn’t help but agree with that. It was true, she did want Big Macintosh to have a herd; polygamy was relatively accepted in Equestria as was the idea of having a harem though some still had issues with it on a matter of principle. The school teacher couldn’t pretend that to her it was a very erotic idea, the idea of being part of Big Mac’s herd, one of his many mates.

The two had been going steady for a while. It had actually taken them another few years after the love poison incident before they actually began to seriously date each other, as opposed to occasional teases to get back at the Cutie Mark Crusaders. But since then Cheerilee had been sure, completely assured in her mind, that Big Macintosh was the stallion for her; he was always kind, always comforting and whenever she could get him to speak freely he always had the greatest sincerity for everything that he said.

And then Cheerilee had suggested the idea of a herd. After almost a year of it just being a fantasy.

She could remember suggesting it perfectly, as well as Big Mac’s reaction.

Cheerilee felt the smile on her face as Big Mac stood above her, stroking furiously at his stallionhood. “Big” was certainly the right word to describe him down there and Cheerilee was thankful for that every time they slept together like this.

“Come on honey… right here.” Cheerilee cooed for him, stroking a hand across her face as she waited for Big Mac to cum. She always liked it when she ended up a mess in one way or another after sex, it just made her feel so dirty when she would look in a mirror in the morning and see looking back a mare who clearly had just been used in a great many pleasurable ways.

Another advantage was getting to look into Big Mac’s face as his orgasm came closer and closer. Very rarely did the huge red stallion drop the stoic nature she so loved and during these intimate moments was one of the very few times where she would see him let loose.

She kept her eyes open long enough to see the wave of pleasure on Big Mac’s face as he groaned from his orgasm before she closed her own eyes and opened her mouth. Not a second later she felt his seed spraying onto her face in spurts, fully aware that some of it was getting in her mane and not caring in the least, it just made her feel even more dirty and sexy to be covered in his seed.

“Mmm, such an amazing stallion aren’t you?” She purred to Big Mac as she gathered some of his seed onto a finger and licked it sensually for him. “Very tasty.”

Big Mac placed his hands on her arms and gently guided her to stand on her feet again, Cheerilee still a bit shaky from the rutting she had received only minutes ago from the same stallion now holding her as if she were a precious treasure that would break with the slightest bump.

The fuschia mare smiled at the gentleness of her stallion as he gently lay them both down in the bed, spooning behind his mare and wrapping his arms around her front. Even if he didn’t fully realise it he was showing possessiveness of her like this and that was something that she hoped would make what she was about to ask easier.

“Honey?” She asked quietly, an almost silent “eeyup” the only answer she got. “We’ve been together a while now, haven’t we?”

Big Mac seemed a little puzzled. “Eeyup?” He replied, sounding almost unsure of his own answer considering the strange and unprompted question.

Cheerilee took a deep breath for what she was about to suggest. “Haveyoueverthoughtaboutpossiblyputtingaherdtogether?” Cheerilee spoke far too quickly out of her nervousness. Big Mac’s utterly baffled expression might have been funny if she wasn’t so worried about what his response would be once he could understand her again.

“What?” He asked. “Slow down a bit dear.” He reassured her, gently hugging her closer to try and calm her down. Cheerilee appreciatively snuggled backwards into his hug before she tried to talk again, taking almost two minutes before she trusted her own voice.

“Okay. I’m calm, I’m together.” Cheerilee whispered, as much to herself as Big Mac before she spoke again. “I was just, thinking, no wondering, no thinkin- oh buck it, Big Mac I wanted to know if you had ever thought about forming a herd for yourself!” She slapped her hand over her mouth as she realised she’d spoken far louder than she meant.

At first the red stallion looked like he was about to ask what she meant by a herd before it clicked in his mind. It was rather impressive that she could still see the blush even under that dark red coat of his and across her chest she could feel him nervously playing with his fingers.

“Nope.” He responded simply. Something very odd happened though as Cheerilee looked at Big Mac: the stallion was not hard to read after she had spent so much time as both his friend and his marefriend, an open book might describe him pretty well, which made it all the more odd that Cheerilee realised she couldn’t tell from his face whether he was telling the truth or not.

“Really?” She asked with an unintentionally eager voice. Truth be told after looking up a bit more on how herds worked and were viewed it had seemed to her at least like it was every stallions dream, and more than a few mares herself included found the idea to be a very sexy and erotic one.

“Nope.” Big Mac repeated simply.

Cheerilee debated whether or not to continue the train of thought before Big Mac spoke again and interrupted. “Why do you ask sugarcube?”

“It’s nothing honey. Just something I found in a book, forget I asked.” She reassured him while her brain screamed at her to carry on the topic while her heart told her to respect Big Mac and not press him. “Goodnight sweetie.”

“Goodnight.” Big Mac mumbled to her with a peck on her cheek before he nuzzled into her mane and moments later the gentle deep breathing confirmed he was asleep.

Cheerilee hadn’t brought the subject up again since that night. As she made her way upstairs to leave Spike and Applejack to their discussion she couldn’t help but think it had probably been the wisest call she could’ve made, what if she had pressed the topic and made Big Mac think she was some promiscuous floozy? No. She couldn’t have dealt with him thinking that, herd or not she loved Big Mac and she wouldn’t do anything to risk losing him.

That was what she told herself whenever she dragged Big Mac to see as many of her friends in one day as possible in the hopes that he might warm to some of them and by extension the idea of a herd. It seemed that Applejack wasn’t as oblivious as her brother though if she was aware of her doing it.

“Bit more subtle from now on maybe Cheerilee.” She whispered to herself before she arrived at the room she and Big Macintosh shared whenever she stayed at Sweet Apple Acres. She was slightly disappointed but not at all surprised that the room was empty, it would’ve been very unlike Big Mac to be sitting in his room when there was surely farm work to be done.

Shrugging her bag off of her shoulders Cheerilee unzipped the main part of the bag and quickly pulled out a change of clothes. The teacher liked to keep herself in good shape and had done even before she had gotten together with Big Mac and a trouser suit was most certainly not the type of clothes for farm work.

As she pulled the suit off she took a moment as always to check herself in the full length mirror; she liked to think she was a good looking mare, she certainly didn’t lack for breast size or a nice tight flank but she was always very critical of herself and would see signs of age that most wouldn’t care about or even notice.

“Ugh.” She groaned to herself as she placed her hands on her own large breasts in her black bra, certain that they used to be firmer. She sighed and pulled on her farm attire, a flannel shirt and tight jeans along with a pair of boots that Applejack had let her have.

She left her suit on the bed when she found that, bizarrely, the closet was locked. Maybe Big Mac had left it locked by mistake? But then why would he need to lock it to begin with? She ignored it with a shrug and headed out to the apple fields.

As she walked through the orchard looking for Big Mac her mind continued to wander about thoughts of being part of a herd. She didn’t know why it was so appealing, to belong to a strong stallion with other mates of his, to be his property and serve him and love him whenever he pleased. Even to herself she couldn’t quite explain it, she had always enjoyed being submissive to Big Mac in the bedroom but that had been very limited, mostly because Big Mac was too much of a sweetheart to truly see himself dominating her in anyway.

That was a thought; Big Mac coming across her looking for him in this orchard, sneaking up on her and pinning her to a tree, knowing full well that she would not object and was his to do with as he pleased, ripping her clothes off-

“Hey there sugarcube.” Big Mac’s voice made her jump and pulled her out of her fantasies, instead letting her eyes settle on the muscular form of her real red stallion. His smile said it all about his adoration of her as in one hand he held a basket of apples. “Love the outfit.” Big Mac still didn’t speak as much as other stallions even around Cheerilee but he always said enough for her.

“Thanks, I thought you’d like it.” She smiled as she did a little twirl for him in her farm girl get up, pleased that it looked nice to him. “Figured even such a strong stallion needs a mare’s touch to the work every now and again.” She added as she marched up to one of the apple trees.

How the Apple family were able to simply kick these trees to make the apples fall down was something that Cheerilee had never been able to comprehend and yet as she watched Big Mac he barely seemed to put any effort into it as his boot connected with the trunk, shook the entire tree and caused a cascade of apples into the baskets below it. The mare sighed and settled for carrying the baskets, which were heavy enough by themselves, and made a note to ask Applejack just how in Equestria they did it.

One advantage though was that, with the baskets slowing her down, it gave her time to admire her coltfriends muscular form, thanking Celestia for the warm day making Big Mac leave his shirt undone.

“Anything planned today dear?” Cheerilee asked as they loaded the baskets into a cart to take into down later on. How in Equestria anyone was supposed to pull it was something Cheerilee didn’t bother to ask, knowing all about Big Mac’s strength first hand.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac replied simply.

“Oh? I’m surprised, you usually don’t plan ahead. Mind letting a mare in on it?” She asked, genuinely surprised.

Big Mac didn’t answer and simply placed the last of the baskets into the cart and began the walk back up to the farmhouse, his boots crunching on the gravel and reminding just how big and heavy the stallion was.

“What is it, did I say something?” Cheerilee asked with worry. “Look dear if it’s not something you want to share then you don’t need to but please don’t lock me out like that, just say that you can’t tell me,” she continued as they made their way to the front gate, “or at least just tell me it’s private or a family-”

She yelped as Big Mac turned and gripped her tail. She blushed furiously, a pony’s tail wasn’t something you just gripped casually and even if you were in a relationship it was usually the sort of thing you kept from prying eyes.

“Dear what are-”

“Master.”

She paused, all movement frozen as she looked at Big Mac. Did she hear that right?

“What?”

She let out an “eep” as he gave a gentle tug to her tail.

“Master. That is what is expected from a herd.” His face was as stoic as always but there was a little undertone of authority in his voice or at least as much as Big Mac ever used.

Cheerilee felt her heart practically explode. Was he really going through with this? He looked okay with it in his face, she felt she would’ve been able to tell if he was uncomfortable and just doing it for her but still she had to check.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this dear?” She whispered as she leaned in to peck him on the cheek. “I mean it’s so hot and you sound so sexy and I can’t wait to be calling you- EEP!” She yelped again as his hand gripped her flank tightly.

“Master.” He repeated firmly. “Upstairs, in the closet, get changed.” It didn’t sound like an order the way he said it but the way he had been acting made it obvious anyway. Cheerilee nodded but then caught herself.

“Yes master.” She replied, a huge grin on her face as she finally got to say that and made her way upstairs, already feeling her marehood getting wet at this turn of events. She could barely keep herself walking straight as she proceeded to their shared room, finding that the closet had been left unlocked this time.

“By Celestia…” She breathed out as she saw what Big Mac had for her. It at least now made sense why he had kept it locked, if his sisters or Granny Smith saw this it would’ve probably led to awkward questions.

It seemed that the two had thought alike that Cheerilee looked good in farm attire. Big Mac however had taken it far further than Cheerilee had dared for risk of making him or others uncomfortable; the denim short shorts were so small on her they made her feel like she was wearing underwear more than anything, and she was sure more of her flank was exposed by them than was hidden. The flannel chest shirt similarly was very small, to the point that she actually had to struggle to button it and even once she had her breasts were threatening to pop the buttons off and expose her.

As a last touch she removed her bra and panties and replaced them in her bag, after all Big Mac hadn’t left her any and he had told her to change into what was in the closet, and she would be more than happy to obey her new master. It still made her giddy that she would now get to call him that, her biggest fantasy being played out by the stallion of her dreams.

“Very nice.” She felt a thrill shoot through her as Big Mac’s voice commented on her appearance, out of instinct she gave a slight sway of her hips for him.

“Care to take your mare for a ride master?” She hissed in a sultry tone. Big Mac’s shake of the head didn’t fill her with disappointment but rather a mixture of both nervousness and excitement as the smile on his face clearly showed he had other plans for her.

“Nope. Go to your house. I’ll be there soon.” He ordered her, walking away as the mare felt a rush of arousal and embarrassment shoot through her. Walk home? Looking like some western themed prostitute? Why was that so hot? And why was she already walking down the path toward Ponyville?!

It was surprising how liberating she found it. She was barely decent and walking through her lifelong hometown, potentially passing her friends and acquaintances like this, and yet she felt no real embarrassment or shame, just arousal and an overwhelming sense of sexual freedom, showing her long beautiful legs and her mostly exposed flank cheeks off while her chest bounced as her breasts struggled against their confinement.

Amazingly she actually didn’t see too many ponies on the way home and she seemed to be able to go unnoticed mostly, aside from one poor stallion who had taken a look for too long and found himself up close and personal with a lamppost he would have seen if he hadn’t been distracted by a certain flank.

Once she got in though Cheerilee had no clue what she was supposed to do. Would Big Mac want her to be in the bedroom waiting for him? Did he expect her to do anything in particular? Was it just that he needed to excuse himself first?

In the end she settled for going to the bedroom to make sure everything was in order considering that she would bet an awful lot that they would end up there tonight. As she organised the bed and picked any stray clothes off the floor it again entered her mind the question of what had motivated Big Mac to suddenly change his tune on the whole idea of having a herd? Would he move fast with picking other mares? Would he even or would he just want her and treat her as a one pony herd?

Whatever he did though, she knew she’d be happy. She respected Big Mac as much as she loved him and had no doubt that he was the same way with her.

“Sugarcube?” Big Mac’s voice made excitement buzz through her as she practically dashed to the front hallway to meet her coltfriend and now her master. Sure enough he had just closed the door behind him and though she could hardly have failed to notice it before with him now being her master she couldn’t help but notice just how bigger than her he was.

As soon as she reached him he reached over and pulled her to him for a deep, passionate kiss. Cheerilee hummed into the kiss at how he had pulled her over to him, not necessarily rough but in a way that clearly told her that refusing was not an option.

Still though it was pleasing to see that Big Mac’s kisses still felt the same with the same loving tenderness and passion that he always displayed whenever the two of them got to kiss, different circumstances beside considering her attire and new position, and clearly it was one thing that he didn’t plan on changing.

“In the living room.” He quietly ordered her as they broke the kiss, giving her a nice swat on the flank as she walked away sending a moan through the teacher and a swish of her tail.

In the living room Cheerilee waited for her master to reappear since he hadn’t followed her and instead had proceeded into the kitchen. While she waited she looked over the mantelpiece at the various framed pictures dotting it.

She smiled at one in particular with her sitting on Big Mac’s lap on a bench at Sweet Apple Acres while Applejack stood beside the bench, Granny Smith had her rocking chair next to it and young Applebloom was reclining on a branch of the tree behind it. It was a simple picture otherwise, just them smiling happily at the camera but it had been very important to her and she hoped for Big Mac; the picture had been taken after she had suggested the herd then promptly dropped the subject and yet in the picture there was no awkwardness or doubt in Big Mac’s face nor in hers.

It had been insisted on by Big Mac that they all be in the picture together. His own way of making her part of the family. Her heart still fluttered at that idea of not just being Big Mac’s marefriend but how the others had totally accepted her and treated her like one of their own.

She heard Big Mac’s footfalls behind her but didn’t turn, waiting for him to either order her to do so or to take initiative himself. She sighed in happiness as she felt him do the latter and cup her breasts with his hands in remarkably gentle fashion for such a giant of a stallion.

“On your knees dear. In front of the couch.” Even speaking in the same tone he always did with her it aroused her to hear him ordering her around. So with a gleeful skip in her step she arranged herself in front of the couch on her knees as he ordered and only grinned wider when he sat before her to show he had already undressed leaving his herculean physique and huge length on display.

She knew what he wanted her to do even before he nodded for her to do so. Crawling on all fours she made her way to him slowly, adding shakes of her flank and flicks of her mane along the way before she finally rose up slightly to be level with his stallionhood and began licking and kissing along the length.

Big Mac lay back to enjoy the feeling of his marefriend pleasuring him. He did not simply lie back though but instead from the bag he had brought on the side table he drew out a paper pad and pen.

“What’s that de- master.” Cheerilee asked, correcting herself hurriedly.

Big Mac caught her eye and stroked her mane reassuringly. “You don’t have to stop calling me dear, if you don’t want to call me master then don’t.”

“Oh I’ll keep that in mind, master.” Cheerilee answered with a grin. “But really what is that?”
Big Mac smiled and, with his hand on her chin, guided her to take the first few inches of his length into her mouth where the fuschia mare quickly began to suck and lick his length in a blowjob as she so loved to give him.

“Well you dragged me ‘around town to try and hook me up with other mares.” He reminded her much to the teachers slight embarrassment. “I didn’t forget.” With that he turned the paper pad round and showed on it the names of every mare that Cheerilee had tried to subtly introduce Big Mac to plus a few extra names.

Cheerilee blushed. “Was I that obvious?” She asked before returning to her pleasuring of Big Mac.

“Very.” Big Mac confirmed bluntly. “But I need to think about it; I know you want this herd Cheerilee and I do too, now that I’ve had time to think, but I need to want more than just a mare to rut. There needs to be something there, I’m never gonna feel about another mare the way I feel about you but I think it’s only right there be more to it than just friends with benefits.”

Cheerilee couldn’t help but agree there. Arousing as it was to think of multiple partners she couldn’t quite envision Big Mac just taking any random mare he found attractive and bringing her to their bed.

Cheerilee quickly had a mental image of Big Mac as a king with her as his favorite mistress and other mares at his beck and call. An arousing image but also amusing to think on, since she was fairly certain Big Mac would’ve rather been prevented from working the farm ever again.

It suddenly hit her, as Big Mac put a hand on the back of her head to persuade her to take more of him into her mouth. Here she was, on her knees in a barely decent outfit, giving head to her coltfriend as he casually looked down a list of other mares that he might want to bring into his bed along with her. It was dirty, degrading and very taboo to even think of and the fact she was doing it at all made her very wet, to the point that she almost unconsciously unbuttoned and threw off her already barely there top.

“Hmm, I don’t think I ordered you to do that.” She paused in anticipation. “I’ll be sure to remember that for later, can’t let you off with that and have my herd being disobedient.”

The mare didn’t particularly care, if anything she looked forward to it, instead she kept up pleasuring him while trying to sneak a peek at his list of mares which already he had crossed out several names right away.

It was going to be an interesting undertaking that was for sure. Whether it worked out or not Cheerilee could tell that she and Big Mac would always stay together and that was more than enough for her.

Bring on the mares, she thought to herself with a little chuckle as she felt Big Mac’s orgasm approaching and pulled out, just in time for her to take his load on her face and complete her little mental image of herself as a horny dirty mare.

“You do love doing that don’t you?” Big Mac asked with a chuckle once he had caught his breath.

“Eeyup.” Cheerilee replied in a mimic of her coltfriends usual speaking.

“Heh, take long on that answer?” Big Mac asked as he stood and pulled her to her feet.

“Nope.” She answered again but couldn’t keep it up and burst into giggles as Big Mac lead the two of them up the stairs. “I love you dear.” She whispered and pressed a kiss to his cheek as the two of them walked into the bedroom together.

Big Mac smiled and leaned in to plant a kiss of his own on her cheek. “I love you too sugarcube.” He whispered back as they closed the door and headed for the bed for the first time under their new arrangement.

Author's Note

Well this was an idea I had and asked Path of Cloud for permission to do. Hopefully it's at least somewhere close to the quality of his fics.