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Cheerilee had been too busy the past two days to get a heat potion from the market, not only teaching the class every weekday, but also had been organizing a field trip to the Weather Station in Cloudsdale. She'd had to contact Twilight Sparkle about using the spell she’d used to allow Earth Ponies and Unicorns to walk on clouds and ask her to use it on the class and herself, as well as make arrangements with the Weather Team to find a good time for the tour...and finally transportation to Cloudsdale for herself and an entire class of fillies and colts.

Cheerilee had made a trip to the Golden Oak Library –Twilight’s home and Ponyville’s library– instead of the potion shop the previous day to make arrangements for her to cast the spell on them on the day of the trip, but unfortunately Twilight had not been in. Cheerilee had instead left a message with Spike, Twilight's baby dragon assistant, to ask Twilight to contact her when she’d gotten in. Spike had agreed and written it down on a scroll, then had set it aside for Twilight to read later.

Spike didn’t know where Twilight had gone, but it wasn’t uncommon for her to be gone during this time of year. He figured she'd no doubt been sent for and brought to Canterlot Castle again to spend a few weeks there, as she had been every spring in the past. He was used to it, and would just go about his duties as though she were there – sorting books, dusting, and helping the book patrons of Ponyville whenever they'd come looking for a certain book or scroll.

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Cheerilee spat out the pencil she was using to write down the notes of Ponyville’s history when the burning sensation from sitting on the floor finally got too much for her to handle. She’d only been in heat since this morning but it felt like an inferno between her legs already, heralding worse days to came no doubt.

It never usually got this bad until the climax of her heat, when her body was making a last–ditch effort to make her breed – and that was still about four days away. Cheerilee leaned her head back to rest it on the cool chalkboard, sighing in relief at any coolness on her hot body. She got comfortable and spread her back legs, relaxing at long last after a long day’s work of teaching the young minds of Ponyville’s future, then immediately after planning the next day's lessons and enduring the trials her heat was putting her through all day.

Cheerilee couldn't help but let her mind wonder to Big Mac, her special–somepony: his large, muscular form, his bright red coat, his deep, beautiful green eyes, the cute way he’d say “Eeyup” to almost everything, his huge shaft and balls…

Cheerilee’s mind jumped a bit at the unexpected shift of her tone of thoughts, her body emphasizing the tone shift with a burst of heat between her legs. She hesitated a moment and looked around to make sure she was alone – before sticking her hoof into her now–soaked nethers as she finally started rubbing between her lips, giving in to her urges as she finally worked on relieving herself.

It was a good thing she was sitting down, or the burst of pleasure Cheerilee felt as she dug into her slit would have knocked her to her haunches. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she finally felt some semblance of relief, another burst of pleasure jolting through her as her hoof found her winking clit, with Cheerilee starting to focus more on that little pleasure nub as she grew wetter still from the stimulation.

To spur herself on, Cheerilee thought further of Big Mac’s stallionhood – knowing exactly what it looked like and how it felt because she had had “an experience” with him on the first anniversary of their relationship, and a few times past that too. As she rubbed between her lips harder –the ever–increasing pleasure radiating through her– she thought of that night months past, and how it had brought her even closer to her 'Sweetums' Big Mac.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Cheerilee thought of what a wonderful time they'd had on their date as Big Mac walked her up to her house. After a wonderful dinner to celebrate their one year anniversary – the day one year after the Cutie Mark Crusaders had given them the love poison and subsequently “cured” them of it – Big Mac had walked Cheerilee home like a gentlecolt, stopping at her front door. "Ah got ya a li'l' somethin' Schmopy–Doo." Big Mac said suddenly, pulling out a small box from his saddlebag and giving it to Cheerilee. As she thanked him then opened it, she saw a small but beautiful gold–and–emerald broach in a small silken box.

"I...I don't know what to say! Thank you, Macie!" Cheerilee said, quickly wrapping her hooves around Big Mac's neck and giving him a tight hug – which only ended when Big Mac tapped on her hoof with his own, with Cheerilee then quickly noticing his face turning slightly purple from lack of air. With a bit of a blush she let him loose, Big Mac gulping in air as he recovered. "Sorry Sweetums, I guess I got a bit caught up in the moment. Are you OK?" Big Mac took a few deep breaths before giving her a smile and nod, showing her he was indeed alright.

"Well, I've got your gift inside if you wanna come in." Cheerilee had suddenly blurted out, then wondered why she had – she didn't have a gift for him, and especially not one as special as the one he'd just given her! As she considered it more though, she though maybe she did have a gift for him after all. She'd have to improvise...

~

"Please, have a seat." Cheerilee offered as they walked into her living room, indicating her nearby couch with her hoof. "May I offer you a drink? Perhaps some herbal tea?" Cheerilee asked, deciding it would be only polite to given him a drink after he'd walked her all the way home.

“Eeyup. That'd be wonderful, mah beautiful.” Big Mac said, throwing her slightly off–guard with his sudden compliment and making her blush.

As she entered the kitchen to prepare the tea, Cheerilee couldn't help but grin at Big Mac's soft side becoming apparent, always loving to see the little bits of his true self that he'd sometimes let go past his generally introverted personality. She was somewhat disappointed what a rarity such moments were with him, with him still barely starting to open up to her emotionally, even after their year–long relationship. As the kettle started to whistle Cheerilee threw the tea in before placing it on a tray, then balancing the tray on her rear with the utilitarian grace of an Earth Pony as she then walked back to the living room.

~

It had been so sudden, Cheerilee didn't even know what was happening until she had done done it. She and Big Mac had been drinking their tea and exchanging small talk when suddenly she’d put her tea down and kissed him. A deep, loving kiss. He was shocked by her suddenness, but he quickly kissed back, even moving a hoof to the back of her head as he gently pulled her more into it. Cheerilee couldn't help but let out a small moan as his tongue pressed into her mouth and started rubbing against her own, the sensations of it already starting to turn her on.

They had kissed for a long while as they explored each other’s mouths, Cheerilee and Mac's tongues discordantly dancing in each other's mouth as they pressed their bodies close to one another, a string of saliva connecting them for a second after they finally broke the kiss.

After they broke the kiss, Cheerilee looked down and noticed Big Mac’s member starting to poke out from the intimacy of the kiss – the pink-and-black-mottled head making its first-ever appearance to her. She softly gasped and blushed at the sight, not because it was unwelcome, but because she had not expected it.

Big Mac noticed her reaction to his peaking "Li'l' Mac" and stumbled up to his hooves, grabbing a nearby throw pillow and trying to hide it from her. "Ah...uh...s–sorry, Ah can't really control that!" Big Mac stuttered, his red cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red as he started blushing, his penis hardening further under his mare's watchful eye.

Cheerilee got up and walked over to Big Mac, getting close to him again before kissing him once more on the lips, if only briefly this time. "It's OK Sweetums, I'm not...uh...offended or anything. It's just...wow. At the risk of sounding very lewd, that's quite a nice cock you've got there." Cheerilee finished seductively. Then she got an idea.

"I think it's time for your gift." Cheerilee said as she got very close to Big Mac, then suddenly bumped her side into his – catching him off–guard and knocking him over onto the sofa in a fairly aggressive fashion, the throw pillow falling to the floor as he landed on his side with light grunt and the sofa giving a loud groan at the sudden weight upon it. She then hovered over his rear, lifting his stifle with her muzzle and admiring the now fully-erect stallionhood standing tall and proud before her, watching the small throbs it gave as she breathed softly against it.

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In the present, Cheerilee couldn't help but rub herself harder as she envisioned Big Mac's long, lightly–mottled penis clearly in her mind – its long, slightly–tapering shaft, with the only interruption to that smooth, gradual thinning being his sensitive medial ring. Up top was his nice flat head which could fully flare within her, growing to keep his seed deep within her as he–

Cheerilee couldn't breathe for a moment as she rubbed her clit one last time while she thought of Big Mac cumming deep inside her belly, letting out a series of small squeaks as she suddenly came herself – the thought of that ultimate fetish of hers setting her needing mind off. Pleasure came forth like a dark stallion from a void – the black steed claiming her and dragging her vision to the abyss for a moment, the lack of oxygen making her grey out momentarily as it dragged her under a black water of pleasure's surface once more, her second contraction heralding in another breath–halting wave of pleasure from between her legs and up her spine.

After the nerve–fraying orgasm lasted her a good long number of seconds, Cheerilee finally came off it panting – a small stream of drool going down her muzzle and landing on her chest, wetting her hair on its path down. Cheerilee's hoof and still–spread lips glistened slightly in the dim light of the classroom, her hoof still rubbing in her burning snatch and trying to extend her already–faded orgasm for as long as possible.

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"Wow Sweetums...I never knew you were packing so much down here or I'd have done this ages ago!" Cheerilee exclaimed, being openly lewd now as she looked between Big Mac's rear legs, Big Mac now holding his own leg up as she gawked at his breeding rod. As she looked up to her stallion's face, she could see a small, prideful smile on Big Mac's face as his maleness was recognized and complimented by his mare–friend.

"Oh my Luna, it's so big!" Cheerilee said with only slight exaggeration, curious what further praise would do – watching the smile on Big Mac's face staying small but spreading just slightly wider, just as expected. Cheerilee couldn't help but smile wide herself – happy she could make her stallion happy. He was so easy to please – just a stray compliment here or there, and Big Mac was beaming all day.

Deciding to take it a step further, Cheerilee looking down at his pride, then returning her gaze to his cute li'l' face and looking into his emerald–green eyes as she cocked her head at him, asking wordlessly if she could proceed – as well as loving those lovely, lively green pools she gazed into on a regular basis.

When Big Mac nodded his consent with a blush deepening on his face, Cheerilee motioned for him to roll onto his back and had further spread his back legs – making him lie completely spread–eagle and exposing his fully–erect stallionhood for her to admire some more...

...and apparently to be given his impromptu gift.

~

As she debated what to do next, Cheerilee kneeled down to level herself with Big Mac's crotch and looked over the fifteen–inch length between his legs – totally overwhelmed by its sheer size and unsure exactly what she was supposed to do with it. She'd never been with a stallion before so this was totally new to her, and as she looked at her special somepony's sizable length and girth, she felt a twinge of nerves overcome her.

Cheerilee thought, nearly overwhelmed by the number of 'what if' scenarios her mind pelted her with. As she looked on at Big Mac's stallion rod, she saw it twitch again and noticed him shift in seeming impatience, clearly wanting her to do something already.

Cherilee asked herself as she fought through her case of nerves and started to get to it. She moved her hoof to Big Mac's stallionhood and, working gently as not to possibly hurt him, started a slow pattern of softly stroking his rod.

Cheerilee only slowly experimented with Big Mac's 'little stallion' – only rubbing and exploring his length with her hoof, but even still got soft humps from Big Mac at the lightly–pleasing stimulation. Cheerilee thought, then remembered something from the biology lessfons she taught the older fillies and colts in her class. Oh yeah, he'd definitely like that.

As she thought of a way to please her stallion more from that lesson, Cheerilee gathered some of his pre–cum from Big Mac's tip to lube her hooves up, then moved down to his medial ring and started gently rubbing around its circumference with both hooftips – knowing that was one of the most sensitive places of a stallion's penis. When Big Mac reacted with rougher humps as she rubbed that sensitive ridge and let loose a soft groan, Cheerilee knew she was right on track.

Cheerilee started smiling to herself as she realized she was pleasing her stallion, and that she was the cause of those soft sounds of pleasure – Big Mac just then giving a soft nicker as she rubbed the underside of his medial ring, with that clearly being his most sensitive part. Cheerilee felt a certain degree of pride at causing him such pleasure – the feeling welling up higher within her as she heard each of her stallion's noises, her nervousness totally gone as she now worked to please her stallion more and wanting so badly to repay him for all the happiness he'd given her throughout their relationship.

~

After simply rubbing him for a few moments, she noticed Big Mac again shift as his impatience manifested again – subconsciously showing Cheerilee he needed a little something more now. Deciding to do as his body asked and take it up a notch, Cheerilee suddenly lowered her muzzle to his pole, licking around the glans before moving to the medial ring – tracing its circumference with her tongue and focusing closely on the underside before moving her head back up to the tip. As she wasn't sure what to expect, she only took in and licked at the head at first – but the reaction from Big Mac was instantaneous.

Big Mac reacted to the warmth and wetness of Cheerilee's mouth with an instinctive, deep hump into her mouth – taking Cheerilee completely by surprise as his stallionhood pushed suddenly and fully down her throat. It was clearly Big Mac's first time doing anything sexual in a while, and he hadn't expected the sudden warmth, running purely on instinct as he humped hard into the warm wetness surrounding his cockhead.

Big Mac and Cheerilee both immediately pulled back as they realizing he was choking her. "Land–sakes, Ahm so sorry! Ah knew this was a bad idea!" Big Mac stammered out as soon as he quickly regained control of himself, mortified as Cheerilee gagged and coughed for a moment, recovering from his unexpected entry into her throat. "Ah really think we should stop a'fore Ah hurt ya somethin' serious." Big Mac said, then moving to get up.

"I'm –cough– OK." Cheerilee sputtered, softly putting her hoof on Big Mac's barrel to stop him from getting up. After taking a moment to stabilize her breathing and a deep breath, Cheerilee moved to comfort her stallion with a gentle smile. "It's OK Sweetie, really." Cheerliee assured him, moving up so she could stroke her hoof through his mane. "You didn't know what to expect, and I really am fine. No harm done, love." She then gave him a kiss on the forehead, feeling him relax as she wrapped a hoof around this neck and gave him a soft hug.

After she pulled away from the hug a moment later, she trailed down his body with her hoof, ending up at his cutie mark. She gave it a few soft rubs, getting a short, stifled moan from him as she rubbed over that sensitive spot. "This was my idea, and I still want to do this for you. Please?" she asked him, softly rubbing his stifle.

Big Mac settled back down on the couch and after a few moments nodded to Cheerilee, hesitantly agreeing to let her continue. Consarn it Macintosh Apple. You WILL NOT hurt your mare–friend like that again, you hear me?! Control yerself – thrustin' into her muzzle like that ain't how a proper stallion treats his mare! Big Mac scolded himself – upset for losing control like that and hurting the one he loved most, even if only slightly.

~

After Big Mac lay back down again on the couch, Cheerilee settled down beside him again and resumed slowly licking Big Mac’s cockhead and shaft, getting him hardened up again in no time – what little he'd lost quickly being restored by her warm, wet tongue and slowly–lowering maw. He resisted the urge to thrust this time, reigning in his instincts and controlling himself for Cheerilee's sake.

Cheerilee started slowly taking him deeper into her muzzle with each bob of her head, eventually reaching the back of her throat. She choked a little when she started trying to deep–throat him, her gag making Big Mac tense up again. For his sake more then her own she pulled back and continued taking it slow, rubbing his barrel to calm him again while learning to relax her throat muscles more each time she went a little deeper on him.

When she’d learned to relax her throat muscles enough a couple minutes later, Cheerilee finally reached Big Mac's medial ring – marking the halfway point of his penis, grinning at her victory of reaching the half–way point on her first try.

Another minute of Cheerilee's slow tongue and throat treatment later, Big Mac finally couldn't hold out anymore – the feeling of her tongue working over his sensitive medial ring, her clenching throat on the rest of his upper shaft and his sensitive head, and his love for her overwhelming him as he tensed up and lost control again as he involuntarily humped deeper, burying himself deep in her throat. His cockhead quickly flared and his entire member started to throb more, giving Cheerilee virtually no warning as he started to cum straight down her throat.

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In present times, Cheerilee upped her efforts at pleasing herself again as she remembered the warm and slippery feeling of Big Mac's warm ejaculate traveling down her throat, the soft throbs of his rod in her throat as he came directly into her stomach. Both hooves carefully navigated her pussy and clit, hitting all the right spots once more and and making her pant at her own ministrations, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching from her honed self–manipulation.

As she remembered how Big Mac's semen had tasted when she'd pulled him out, Cheerilee shuddered as she thought of his seed – virile and able to end her heat. If only he were here to breed her, and sate this horrible heat; here to give her his seed and get her pregnant.

If only...

~ ~ ~

After Big Mac's first muzzle–job all those months past, Cheerilee pulled back in surprise and made Big Mac's penis come out of her mouth in reaction to the sudden expansion and warmth going down her throat as he reached his climax – pulling him out and making her catch his second powerful jet of Apple–cream on her face and in her mane. The two stronger ejaculations were followed by many more weaker spurts all over her chest and the floor as Big Mac's orgasm died down – giving her quite the load from so long without cumming, he virtually coated her in his seed.

Cheerilee knew a stallion wouldn't last long, figuring a strong silent type like Big Mac likely wouldn't have much if any experience with mares. She knew what to expect as well, having not only learned about breeding herself when she was an older filly, but also having taught biology in her class to the older students...but she hadn't expected Big Mac to cum this soon, nor this much! Earth Ponies, well known for their stamina in all regards, were supposed to last for up to hours in the sack from what she'd heard, after all! As for the volume, surely he was just REALLY pent up...or did he normally cum this much? Oh Celestia, if that was the case...

~

Big Mac meanwhile was in heaven, his eyes squeezed closed tightly and mouth open as he felt the waves of pleasure through his first orgasm in a long while, panting with each spray of his cum into his mare, a jolt of pleasure pulsing throughout his whole body as he welcomed the unfamiliar but oh–so–addictive sensations. Unaware that he was unknowingly coating his mare more and more in his sticky love fluid as he took his dive into the ocean of climactic ecstasy.

After a good while Big Mac’s sprays finally tapered off along with his pleasure, lessening to spurts then finally ending completely. As he calmed down and his body relaxed after his orgasm, he felt completely content. Lying back again with a soft thump of his head on the pillow, Mac let out a soft sigh and nicker in his contentment, completely spent and basking in his afterglow.

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As she fought against her current heat, Cheerilee remembered the feel of Big Mac's warm cum on her chest and face as she focused more on her clit, feeling it starting to wink against her hoof now as she focused her efforts more on that sensitive nub again and intensified the pleasure raging through her body already. She knew she was getting close to her second orgasm already, yet still felt that latent heated feeling always there. Always burning and itching, taunting her attempts to try to sate herself without a stallion. Still she tried, wanting to take the edge off so she could get back to the lesson plans, knowing she very likely couldn't sate her heat with Big Mac at four in the morning.

So instead of her Sweetum's sizable cock inside her, she instead was forced to settle with her hooves, doing the best she could do by herself to calm her instincts and get herself to a more reasonable level of arousal with what she had. She again focused on her clit, pressing her head back into the chalkboard as her other hoof found her flowing slit again, very strong pleasure surging through her but never enough to set her over.

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After she'd gotten Big Mac off, Cheerilee was still somewhat in shock over her sticky shower when he finally finished cumming some seconds later, strings of her stallion's semen hanging from her mane and muzzle alike.

Deciding she needed to clean up before the sticky seed started to dry on her, Cheerilee turned away from Big Mac to go to the restroom to clean up – but instead curiosity overtook her and she reached up and wiped some of the semen off her muzzle, bringing the large white blob now stuck to her hoof up to her nose. She gave it a sniff and then an experimental lick – followed by her shoving her entire hoof into her mouth.

Apples. Big Mac's cum tasted just like she’d bitten into a freshly–picked apple, just with an additional slimy texture and...stallion flavor, for lack of better descriptor. She loved the first taste of him, and started wiping her face and chest clean with her hooves and licking them clean, wanting to get more of that tasty substance that only her stallion could produce.

After she had mostly finished cleaning her face, Cheerilee was surprised with a burst of pleasure between her legs, making her yelp at the sudden, new sensation. Big Mac licked again as she looked back to him, the next licks emboldened by her consent as she spread her legs further, flagged her tail, then nodded to him.

Cheerilee watched Big Mac bury his muzzle between her legs as she felt him lick again on her now–soaked slit, Big Mac apparently noticing that she'd gotten very worked up herself during his blowjob when she'd turned from him. Big Mac had craned his neck out from the couch he still laid on, able to reach her rear unnoticed as she was focused on cleaning herself.

Cheerilee then gave an extended gasp as she felt Big Mac's tongue spread her open slightly and licked a little rougher, starting to lick deeper into her most private area and making her moan at the sudden pleasure flowing through her. Realizing Big Mac was likely straining his neck to reach her at this angle, Cheerilee backed up a bit, making it much easier on Big Mac so he wouldn't have to stretch his neck so far – and subconsciously making it easier for him to get deeper into her as well.

~

Big Mac continued to slowly lick his mare–friend’s wet slit for a couple minutes, enjoying Cheerilee's sweet, somewhat floral flavor as she just stood there continuing to receive her return gift from him, clearly rewarding him as she responded with a soft gasp or moan whenever he'd lap against her clit. He knew the simple licking wouldn't be enough for her for long, and decided to get ahead of the game for her.

Big Mac continued slowly licking Cheerilee's wet pussy for a short while more, and then suddenly got more aggressive – shoving his muzzle and tongue against and into her slit in one quick movement. This caused Cheerilee to throw her head back and give a hearty moan as her pleasure increased twofold, the sudden burst of sensation making her shudder as she pushed further back into his muzzle and started softly grinding against it, making it so all the stallion behind her could smell was her floral–scented sex.

Big Mac's oral service for Cheerilee went on for quite a few minutes – his tongue thrashing and swirling inside his mare–friend's snatch and her grinding and pushing back into his muzzle, the pleasure making her body run on instinct as she tried to get his muzzle and tongue deeper into herself. He would occasionally pull out and lick across her clit, causing her to shudder and occasionally moan at the slight ramp to her pleasure it caused her, her clit winking its approval to him with every lick.

Once, Big Mac even pulled his tongue out of Cheerilee and had focused only on sucking on her clit – the overwhelming sensation causing the mare to whimper at the blinding pleasure, pulling away slightly at the over–stimulation. Big Mac took the hint and eased off quickly, knowing how intense it must be to elicit such a reaction.

~

A few minutes later, Cheerilee suddenly gave a soft whinny as her walls started to clench around Big Mac's tongue – with him having buried it as deep inside of her as he could manage to push it when he noticed her tensing up. Her slit squirted a spray of her juice all over his muzzle and face as her orgasm overtook her, causing Big Mac to flinch slightly at the sudden warmth and wetness on his face.

Cheerilee shuddered and panted as pulse after pulse of gentle pleasure flushed through her – a soft kind of pleasure, unlike the intense orgasms she got with her hoof during her heats. ‘This is way better then my hoof!’ along with ‘I love him so much!’ were two of many thoughts that went through Cheerilee's mind as she continued panting hard – her walls continuing to clench down on his tongue as the gentle, warm pleasure pulsated throughout her, causing her to shudder with every squeeze on Big Mac's tongue and wave of pleasure that accompanied it.

By Celestia she loved this stallion!

~

When she finally came down off her orgasm quite a while later and the soft pleasure finally started tapering off, Big Mac pulled his tongue out of Cheerilee and she gave a final shudder, then slumped on the floor beside the couch as her mind swam in the afterglow. Big Mac got off the sofa and laid down beside her, their muzzles soon meeting in another kiss – first tasting themselves on each other, then tasting their flavors combined – a mixture with the flavor of apple blossoms.

“Love...you...Sweetums,” said Cheerilee through pants after breaking the kiss, still exhausted from her orgasm and basking in the afterglow.

Big Mac nuzzled her cheek, then replied. “Love you too, Shmoopy–doo.” Soon after, their muzzles met in another kiss as they once again tasted apple blossoms – this time Mac's hoof wrapping around the back of Cheerilee's neck, followed soon after by hers wrapping around the back of his as both pulled each other closer in another deep kiss. Cheerilee was exhausted from her losing her virginity to him, and as they held each other close, their eyes fluttered and closed, falling asleep in each other’s warm embrace. Both totally satisfied and grateful to each other for having such a loving mate.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

In the present, Cheerilee’s orgasm came to a head as she finished her memory, her body tensing up again as that last rough rub on her clit sent her over the edge once more. As she felt the first contraction and subsequent burst of pleasure, her hips thrusted up into her hoof as she came harder then the first one, Cheerilee gasping for air as waves after wave of intense pleasure overtook her and her juices squirted on the floor under her desk – the fruit of her labor glistening softly on the wood floor in the candle–lit classroom as she gritted her teeth through the contractions.

As Cheerilee came her second time, quick memories of the other two times Big Mac and she had given each other oral since their anniversary came to mind, making her orgasm that much more intense. Both times they'd gone down on each other, she'd wanted to ask him to mount her and make her his mare – to claim her in the truest fashion and breed her out of season to make her his. Both times, she couldn't bring herself to do it, and had just settled with oral. What if I'm going too fast? she'd asked herself. What if he's not ready yet? She decided to let Big Mac make the first move in that regard, letting her stallion choose when to claim her and truly make her his.

With her eyes closed from the overwhelming orgasmic pleasure rolling through her body and making her shudder, a sudden flash of light so bright she saw it through her eyelids had occurred in the room – instantly putting her on guard even in her orgasm–hazed mind and making her open her eyes quickly to see what the hay had happened.

As she opened her eyes, Cheerilee was greeted by the red–coated figure of her lover,her Sweetums, standing back in the children's desk area – looking just as sexy and virile as ever.

Author's Note

Another story branch, another mare-in-heat. Denclop approves.