The rising of Celestia’s sun signalled the beginning of a new day as the sunlight peeked through the only mostly drawn curtains of Cheerilee and Big Macintosh’s bedroom. The mare herself smiled as the sun on her closed eyes awoke her and she became aware of Big Mac’s arms wrapped around her possessively.

Weekends were a luxury for a teacher like Cheerilee. Yes there would be work to mark and lessons to plan out but the well organised mare managed to do most of that in what little free time the weekdays afforded her anyway, leaving her to actually be able to enjoy herself most weekends as long as she kept on schedule.

Of course she expected she would be quite busy this weekend though not in the same way.

She enjoyed the warmth and comfort of Big Mac holding her close for a few more minutes before she turned herself around and gently turned his handsome face to hers to press a loving kiss to his lips. Almost immediately the red stallion was returning it and his hands had lowered to caress and squeeze her hips, rubbing along her cutie mark every now and then.

“Morning sugarcube.” He said with a happy smile on his face.

“Good morning master.” Cheerilee replied back as she pressed another kiss to his cheek and wiggled her hips for his hands.

Big Mac almost looked surprised. “We’re still okay then? You’re still sure about this?” He asked without any trace of the more dominant Big Mac from last night.

“Absolutely. As long as you want it too and you’re sure that you’ll be comfortable?” She asked but giggled at the raised eyebrow from Big Mac. “Okay I guess that might’ve been a bit of an obvious answer but we should always check we’re both comfortable.”

“Here here.” Big Mac agreed as he threw the covers off and stood up from the bed, smirking as Cheerilee quickly gave a squeeze on his flank. “Got any plans for today?” He asked as he looked around for his shirt.

Cheerilee smiled at how similar it all was. Even though she wanted this new way of thinking and relationship it filled her with joy to know that little things like this, the playful waking up in the morning and little things would stay the same. “Actually I’ve got a meeting at the spa with an old friend.” She said as she too got out of the bed. “We haven’t seen each other for so long and she and her husband are in town for a few weeks.”

“Why Ponyville?” Big Mac asked.

“Well is it really so bad?” Cheerilee asked sarcastically.

“Nope. Just seems an odd place for a holiday.” He said honestly as he pulled on a white muscle shirt he had brought with him to go with his jeans. “Most folks save for somewhere like Fillydelphia or Canterlot or some other big city.”

Cheerilee smiled at that as she remembered her friend’s words about big cities. “Actually they’re coming from Canterlot to stay here for a few weeks, some peace and quiet away from the bustle of the capital you know?” She said as she picked out a simple white t-shirt and black jeans for herself.

“So, how long before you have to meet them?”

“I’m meeting them at the spa in about two hours, why do you a-” Cheerilee cut herself off with a moan as she felt Big Mac’s hands on her, one cupping a breast and the other trailing down to squeeze her flank.

“Because that leaves me enough time to enjoy what’s mine.” He purred into her ear sending a shiver through the mare as he spoke of her like property, the hand on her flank slipping between her legs to rub against her rapidly dampening marehood.

“Mmm, yes master, take what’s yours.” She purred for him as she dropped the clothes. “Spread your mare and take her as your prize!” She ended up saying the last part louder than she intended when he pinched one of her hard nipples.

“Oh I plan to.” The red stallion whispered as the hand on her breast left long enough for him to unzip his jeans. “As many times as I want, whenever I want, however I want.” He stated as simply as he would a factual statistic while his hand returned to roughly fondling her breast.

Cheerilee couldn’t help but moan at the sheer arousal of it and that moan only hit a higher note as Big Mac slipped two fingers into her soaked marehood. Foreplay was something that the couple had plenty of experience with but never had Cheerilee really been able to get Big Mac to take control of her like this, to make it clear that she was his to use however he wanted and she absolutely loved it.

She writhed and thrust against his fingers in her marehood to the apparent amusement of Big Mac who lowered the hand on her breast to caress her flank cheeks before without warning swatting her cheek hard.

“You’re such a horny, naughty mare.” He told her in a scolding tone of voice. “Looking forward to being part of my herd?”

“Oh yes!”

“Ready to serve me with your body whenever I want you?”

“Always.”

“Good.” Big Mac finished simply as he pulled out his fingers, stroking the soaked digits along the length of his stallionhood to lube himself up. Once he had done that he wrapped one arm around her waist and with the other took a hold on her mane before spreading her lips as the first inches of him were forced into her.

Cheerilee for her part moaned as she felt that enormous, throbbing length spreading her open; sex with Big Mac was always at least somewhat intense given his size and that despite her own complaints about her age Cheerilee was still very tight. All that was enough when Big Mac and her took it easy and were gentle but here that had gone right out the window, with Big Mac shoving himself deeper into her until her hilted himself in the now very full feeling mare.

She gasped at the empty feeling as he pulled back again, almost out of her completely, before crying out as he thrust back into her completely in one thrust. He began slowly at first, taking his time and holding back on each thrust still making sure that she could take it.

The writhing of the mare as she thrust back at him and her arm reaching around his shoulder to try and pull him in deeper were answer enough and so Big Mac began to thrust into her with more power and speed with every thrust, the slapping of flesh on flesh filling the room with every powerful pump in and out he gave punctuated by the moans and cries of pleasure from Cheerilee as he used her warm and tight marehood for his own enjoyment.

Cheerilee for one felt like she was in heaven. Pressed against the wall with her coltfriend half holding her in place and using her like some toy of his was a great fantasy come true for her and to know that the one filling her and running his hands all over her was the stallion she knew and loved with all her heart only intensified the heavy arousal running through her body as waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again.

Minutes passed in this state though to them it could have just as easily been hours or seconds as they lost themselves to the feelings of bliss. After several more particularly powerful thrusts Big Mac pulled out of Cheerilee and, with a yelp of surprise from the mare, picked her up and hauled her over to the bed, laying her down with her feet on the ground and her upper body lying on the bed with her flank up and on display.

She only had a second to prepare as Big Mac hilted himself in her once again with one solid thrust and began ploughing into her at full force. Well, full force for a regular stallion at least, full force for Big Mac would’ve probably broke her in half.

“Oh yes, yes yes!” She cried out as she rocked back and forth on the bed as he pulled her back to meet his thrusting hips. “Such a strong stallion Big Mac, you’re so good! Come on you big horny stallion, take your mare! Fill her up and remind her who she belongs to!” Cheerilee wasn’t usually much more for dirty talk than Big Mac was and was surprised at some of the things that had come out of their mouths since yesterday.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac grunted out as he sped up again, approaching the edge of orgasm. His thrusts were so fast that Cheerilee didn’t have time to recover from each spreading her before he entered her again, the teacher’s tongue lolling out as her orgasm hit, her juices spraying over Big Mac’s groin and the bed but the red stallion was not quite done and continued.

The farming stallion continued to thrust as Cheerilee’s body went slack from her orgasm as he felt his own coming on, using the hand in her mane to ram into her with as much power as he dared to use before with a groan of his own he crashed headlong into bliss, shooting his seed into the teacher on the bed.

Once he had finished filling her Big Mac pulled out and lay down beside Cheerilee with a smile on his face, one which she returned as they shared a tender kiss. “Lucky it’s a saturday.”

“W-Why do you say that?” Cheerilee panted as she recovered from her orgasm.

“Because you don’t need to answer a foal asking why Miss Cheerilee is walking funny.” He replied with a chuckle. “Well, I gotta get to the farm or Applejack will give me an ear full.” He said apologetically as he stood up.

“Okay. I’ll see you later master.” Cheerilee said happily as she too went to get cleaned up and dressed.

“One thing.” Big Mac called to her making the fuschia mare stop in her tracks. “You were cheeky last night… to make sure you behave I think it’s only right that I punish you for it.”

Cheerilee shuddered as she asked, “How so master?”

Big Mac looked at the clothes she was going to change into. “Since you like taking your shirt off so much,” Cheerilee blushed as she remembered ripping her shirt off the night before, “we should make it easier for you; until I say otherwise I don’t want you wearing any bras or panties. Understood?” He tried to make it sound like an order but the same undercurrent of asking permission was there that he often had with her.

Cheerilee smiled and nodded. “Of course master. It is only right after all.” She added and practically skipped into the bathroom.

Big Mac considered following her in there for some more fun and discipline but he really did need to be at the farm and so with a smile on his face he left and began the walk through the sunny town of Ponyville toward Sweet Apple Acres, a slight spring in his step that he just couldn’t help.

***

“Really? He finally agreed?” Cheerilee’s friend asked for the third time in as many minutes while they lay in their mudbaths. “Big Macintosh, the stallion with less to say than a statue, agreed to take a herd?”

“I swear if you keep this up I will find the nearest object and shove it so far up your ass…” Cheerilee mock threatened with an exasperated smile. “Yes Fleur, for the hundredth time-”

“Third time darling.” Fleur de Lis corrected her with a smirk.

“Feels like a hundred.” Cheerilee returned lamely while her friend giggled to herself. Fleur de Lis and Cheerilee hadn’t seen each other nearly as much since Fleur had moved to Canterlot after marrying Fancy Pants, it made for a marvelous change for Cheerilee to see her in person rather than communicating through letters.

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop asking.” The model unicorn promised, her Prance accent occasionally slipping into her voice. “But still you must admit my dear, it is a little hard to believe.”

“You’re telling me, I honestly thought I’d got way too far into a fantasy when he told me.” Cheerilee admitted.

“And you’re sure that it isn’t?”

“Well if this has all been a fantasy I think it’s reached the point of hallucination by now.”

“Well I am naked in the same room as you, that forms a lot of ponies fantasies I can assure you.”

“Where’s the fantasy where you’re modest?” Cheerilee laughed as her friend indeed spoke the truth.

“There is fantasy and then there is miracles darling.” Fleur teased back. “Besides, if one has it why not flaunt it as they say?” The Prance born mare asked. “You certainly didn’t seem concerned with your own lack of certain articles today.” She reminded Cheerilee.

The fuschia mare blushed at the reminder of her lack of underwear, something Fleur had noticed very quickly in the changing rooms. She was saved from continued teasing momentarily when Aloe and Vera re-entered to get their customers out of the mud baths; it amused Cheerilee that Fleur seemed to take issue with spreading mud across the floor as they got out but had no issue bathing in the very same mud.

“You have a very strange idea of cleanliness Fleur, has anyone told you?” Cheerilee noted as the two cleaned off enough of the mud from themselves to make for the showers.

“No. They usually have other things to tell me.” The unicorn emphasised what she meant by choosing that moment to untie and shrug off her towel and waltz into the showers, swinging her hips far more than was necessary.

Cheerilee gulped. Fleur was a model and certainly had the body to show for it, she was much taller than Cheerilee, almost as big as Big Mac in fact, but had a very thin and luscious build with no extra fat or muscle. Though the teacher was happy to see that Fleur had put on some weight since the last pictures she’d seen where the unicorn looked downright ill.

Some part of her couldn’t help but wonder if that had to do with her and Fancy Pants’ trip to Ponyville but she didn’t want to risk dragging up an uncomfortable subject, not on their day out together.

“I suppose they might.” Cheerilee teased as she too entered the showers and, wondering what had gotten into her, gave a quick squeeze to Fleur’s tight flank.

If the unicorn showed any surprise or objection to the squeeze she hid it very well as she began to wash her hair under the warm spray. Cheerilee couldn’t help but compare herself a little to Fleur and notice faults in her body but some new part of her brain which had not spoken up for a long time firmly shut down those thoughts; Big Mac loved her as she was and that was good enough for her, Fleur didn’t try and change herself to reflect what others wanted, she just happily showed off what she had. Showing off those small but round breasts of hers, the water rolling down her perfect chest and flat stomach to her wash over her tight and succulent flank...

“So… where is Fancy Pants?” Cheerilee asked trying to get her thoughts off of her body and her eyes off of Fleur’s.

“Oh you know how he is, he doesn’t appreciate a good spa day like you or me.” Fleur said with a smile. “A shame but my lovely stallion does appreciate good fashion, so you can call me a happy mare. He said he wanted to take a walk around the town today, it’s been a long time since my dear Fancy has been away from the big cities and he’s never been to Ponyville at all.”

“Really?” Cheerilee asked. “Not even once.”

“Not once. I haven’t been back myself since I moved away dear remember, and where Fancy goes I go and vice versa.” Fleur assured her. “Still, it is most wonderful to be back.”

Cheerilee smiled and nodded. “Yes it is. It’s so wonderful to have you back in town Fleur. Shall we head to the Winged Horseshoe after this?”

“Ah the old pub, it has been far too long since I got to drink outside of a fancy restaurant without attracting comments about my marriage.” Fleur said with a little annoyance in her voice. “Who is running it now my dear?”

“Berry Punch inherited it after Frappato retired.” Cheerilee told her. “Berry has been running it so well you’d never know her Dad ever retired.” The teacher said with an almost proud look as she turned off the shower and waited for Fleur to finish washing her mane for about the third time.

“It will be nice to see it again.” The unicorn agreed as she finally finished washing her hair. “Let us go get ourselves completely drunk!” The unicorn declared with a proud pose before moving on, Cheerilee following after storing that image of Fleur posing proudly with a hand on one hip in her brain.

***

“You’re serious?”

“Eeyup.”

“You ain’t pulling my leg?”

“Nope.”

“But it’s you, I can’t believe you-”

“Applebloom.”

“Oh okay fine.” The teenaged yellow filly said with a pout. “But come on, you and Cheerilee are seriously-?”

“Eeyup. For the hundredth time.” Big Mac told his sibling as he pulled along a wagon full of apple crates toward the town of Ponyville with no visible effort while Applebloom checked the clipboard she had been given.

“Sorry. It’s weird though, mah big tough older brother doing that, even if his marefriend is with him.” Applebloom told him as she checked off the names of places they had to visit today while circling ones that would wait for other delivery days.

“How?” Big Mac asked her while they pulled up to Bon Bon’s sweet shop to deliver her delivery of apples.

“Well I mean… it’s you. The big, stronger than a dragon, bigger than life, Big Macintosh.” Applebloom seemed as if she was trying to remind him of who he was.

“And that means I can’t go the spa?” Big Mac asked her with a raised eyebrow as he balanced three crates in his arms.

Applebloom shrugged and gestured him inside where Big Mac was directed to a back storage room by Bon Bon. The sweet shop owner looked like she had run a mile but that wasn’t too surprising, with school having just let out the mare had probably been swamped by sugar crazed foals just before they got there.

“So, why the sudden change in attitude?” Applebloom inquired as the two continued through Ponyville, waving to their neighbours as they passed them and occasionally handing out spare apples to the foals playing in the streets or on their way to the park.

Big Mac was saved having to answer anymore of this when he heard a stallion calling his name. “Excuse me my friend, would you happen to be Mr Macintosh?”

Big Mac turned and smiled politely to the strange stallion. He was very well dressed for someone on a normal day in Ponyville, and since he hadn’t yet seen any chaos happening today he was assuming he wasn’t from around here.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac replied simply.

“Ah most excellent, my name is Fancy Pants, a pleasure I’m sure.” The large stallion in a most expensive suit said as he shook Big Mac’s hand. The stallion’s impressive blue facial hair was a little distracting to Big Mac but he made sure to not stare, he had been raised to be a polite stallion after all.

“Anyway my wife sent me to come and find you, I believe she knows your marefriend Miss Cheerilee?”

“Oh?” Big Mac asked.

“Oh yes, they were friends from when Cheerilee and her were in school together. They want us to go for a meal together down at the Grapevine.” Fancy Pants said jerking his thumb in the direction of Ponyville’s oldest and most popular pub.

“Wait, but you were supposed to be-” Applebloom objected as Big Mac walked toward the pub with Fancy Pants, leaving the yellow farm filly with the heavy wagon.

“Oh what could be so goshdarned good in a pub to leave yer sister with the heavy lifting?” The farm filly grumbled as Big Mac headed to find out just how wise he had been to leave the chores for today, the reward would be most excellent even if the stallion didn’t know it at the time.

Author's Note

I'd like to say upfront that this chapter has been held back because my own life is very busy right now. I promise that the next chapter is largely comprised of what I imagine most of you are here for but I wanted to at least put out a chapter to show that no this fic is not dead.

Also in the comments feel free to post ponies you'd like to see in the herd and I'll see if I can include any who pop up regularly.