Big Macintosh and Caramel
Cheerilee loved her job. It was her duty to help teach and nurture the young ponies, help them grow. That was the meaning of her cutie mark, after all. But every mare has a secret, and Cheerilee was no exception.
In a back room of the school house, Big Macintosh had stopped by yet again to help Cheerilee wind down after a long, tiring day. Big Mac had wanted a hind hoof job, but Cheerilee had other plans. With her on top of him, she took the cock between her pert crotchtits and rubbed the member along her wet slit. Despite not getting what he wanted, Big Mac felt himself getting close to blow after a short time. Their nearly daily stress relief sessions meant that Cheerilee knew just what buttons to push.
Just before he was about to blow, Cheerilee made sure to position the tip of Big Mac’s cock pointing toward her face, mouth hanging open and her tongue hanging out. The first spurts came, the cum landing on her tongue. The flavor was heavenly to her, a taste she always relished.
“Give me your delicious filly batter! Ah! YES! Ah! AH!! AH!!!”
A second shot, a third, every time the cum spurt out, it landed in Cheerilee’s open mouth. She shuddered as she continued to grind on that hard cock, even as it began to soften from his release. She tilted her head back and gave a powerful gulp, sending hundreds of potential foals down to her belly. Shivering, she ran a hoof over her belly, a deep blush on her face.
“H-How many do you think that was?” she asked loudly, licking her lips of the potent cum. She liked to imagine she could feel each little sperm in her mouth when she swallowed, each little potential filly or colt struggling to find the egg, only to find a rather hostile environment and, instead of bringing new life, only becoming a brief little burst of energy.
When there was no answer to her question, she posed another.
“Same time tomorrow, you virile stud?”
“Eeyup.”
Fifteen minutes later, Cheerilee was heading home to her special somepony, lover, and husband, Caramel. The whole situation had been rushed and, at the beginning, the marriage was one of necessity. Caramel was pressured by his family to get married and have as many foals as he could with his wife. When he met Cheerilee and found out her profession, he knew it would be a way to get his family off his back, and the two rushed into marriage. Granted, they always had love for each other, but Caramel had no way of knowing how Cheerilee was about having foals herself. At first it had sparked many fights and complaints, Caramel wanting Cheerilee to at least get knocked up to show off to his family. It wasn’t until the sixth or seventh fight that he admitted the real reason he had married Cheerilee. All he wanted was kids so his parents would shut up, but he wasn’t THAT interested in being a father. But he still REALLY wanted kids.
“Honey, I’m home from teaching!”
“You're late again. Another stress relief session from Big Mac, huh?” came the reply. “Where’d you have him finish this time?”
“My mouth. I love the taste of potent cum as it slides down my throat, you know that. Almost as much as in my mane. Where are you?”
“In the kitchen preparing dinner.”
Cheerilee walked into the house and dropped her saddlebag by the door. She then made a beeline for the kitchen, smiling at the smells and sights inside. She saw her husband’s cock dangling between his legs as he was cooking. Cheerilee quickly approached and gave Caramel a kiss to the lips. As she kissed, she reached a hoof down and began to stroke off the hard cock. With another hoof she slowly opened the oven and turned it on, letting the warmth wash over Caramel.
“S-so w-when a-are we g-gonna get you… w-well... y-you know…” Caramel stammered through a moan. Pre dripped from the end of his cock and landed on the open door of the warming oven.
“You know the answer to that, honey, just enjoy what I’m doing,” whispered Cheerilee into his ear as she continued stroking the throbbing cock.
Caramel bit his lip some and groaned loudly, giving a careful thrust. The movement caused some of his pre to fly through the air and into the hot oven, evaporating before it ever hit the side. “Nnngh… m-my parents h-have been pushing f-for us to g-give them g-grandchildren again…”
From the way he was breathing and moaning and stammering his words, Cheerilee could tell Caramel was just on the edge of release. She sped up her rubbing, leaning close to whisper in his ear again.
"Then how about you put a bun in the oven?"
No sooner than those words left her lips, Caramel reached the peak and tumbled down the other side. Being careful to not thrust too much into the hot oven, he released his own potent cum. A torrent of the viscous liquid splattered all over the inside of the oven, the air becoming heavy with the scent of quickly drying cum. Cheerilee hurriedly pulled Caramel away from the oven and slammed the door shut, turning on the little light inside and taking a seat right in front of the window.
Cheerilee began to clop as she watched the cum bubble and evaporate. Her hoof moved rapidly, teasing at her lips but mostly concentrating on her hard clit.
"Please..." she gasped out between moans and whimpers, "T-tell me..."
Caramel had played this game with Cheerilee long enough to know what she meant. Slowly he approached his wife and bent down. His breath tickled against her ear before whispering.
"Tell you? About what?" he teased. "About the splatter on the back of the oven? The one that would have been a star athlete?"
Cheerilee shuddered, her hoof working slightly faster at those words.
"Or maybe the one on the right? She would have been a great musician."
No sound came from Cheerilee besides the occasional moan and groan as her hoof worked faster and faster. She was quite close to her release and Caramel knew it. He leaned in a tiny bit closer and gave a playful nibble to Cheerilee's ear.
"The one on the left would have been the next alicorn princess."
Cheerilee wasn’t able to hold back, even if she wanted to. She spread her back legs wide, threw her head back and let out a loud scream of pleasure. Her juices splattered on the outside of the oven door, quickly starting to dry on the warm surface. From the intensity of her release, she ended up passed out on the floor. Caramel just shook his head as he carefully picked up the passed out pony and carried her to the bedroom. He gently tucked her into bed and sighed.
“One day…. one day you’ll get pregnant, but for now I still love our little games,” he whispered into Cheerilee’s ear. He planted a kiss on her forehead before silently leaving the room to let his beloved rest. He trotted back to the kitchen to be greeted by a thick, black smoke and the smell of burnt pasta. “OH BUCK! I FORGOT ABOUT THE DINNER!” With a sigh, he turned off the stove and picked up the phone. Cheerilee would be quite hungry when she woke up and with dinner ruined…
“Yes, hello? Canternese Won Ton of Service?”