Pairing(s): Cheerilee x Big Mac

Contains: consensual fellatio, cunnilingus, deflowering, breeding, and impregnation.

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In the Ponyville schoolhouse, Denclop had just appeared with a puff of pink smoke. Cheerilee looked up at Big Macintosh, shocked by his sudden appearance during her heat. Her hoof was still buried in her sopping wet pussy and she was just starting to come off her orgasm, still subconsciously grinding on it to eek out those last few bursts of pleasure after her so recently attempted self–sating of her heat.

When Big Mac appeared before Cheerilee, she quickly sat up and pulled her very wet hoof away from between her legs and hid it under her desk, as well as pushing herself in further and hiding her lower body underneath it. She wondered how he had gotten in, as Cheerilee hadn't heard the classroom door open – the door gave a quiet yet distinctive squeak of the hinges when opened, usually alerting her to when somepony made their entrance.

Upon seeing Big Mac's sheath and hanging balls, getting a nice view as he was turned away from her, her snatch gave a sudden burst of heat and made her wince at the intensity. As she realized her masturbation had only made her condition worse instead of better, a lewd thought crossed Cheerilee's mind as she saw her stallion only feet away – Buck the class planning, I'm getting some of THAT! Her cheeks were still flushed from pleasure and her mind still swam in her afterglow, but she managed to croak out a greeting to the red stallion who could fully sate her needs instead of aggravating them more as she had.

“H–hi Sweetums, how'd you get in here?”

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Denclop flinched slightly at the sudden voice, then turned around to see a maroon mare sitting behind a desk. She had put on her cloaking spell before teleporting, making herself totally undetectable and made it so it appeared as though it were only Big Mac to any onlookers. As Denclop looked around the room –seeing the various colorings and drawings pinned and taped up around the room, as well as the various small desks that surrounded her– she quickly determined she must be in a schoolhouse.

As Denclop read Big Macintosh’s memories, she learned that this maroon mare behind the desk was Ponyville's only teacher and his “special somepony” named Cheerilee... and he was in a romantic, sexual relationship with her. Surely she needed a foal, judging by her scent so prevalent throughout the classroom.

After all, who better to give a mare her Gift then her very own stallion.

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Big Mac’s consciousness awoke at the accessing of his most intimate memories and the sight and voice of his most beloved Cheerilee snapped him to full attention. Denclop sensed him awaken, but did not strike him down. She simply couldn't be bothered at the effort of smiting him into unconsciousness once Big Mac’s nose caught a whiff of an overpowering scent of a mare in heat, the already–strong scent amplified by Cheerilee’s earlier masturbation session. Denclop knew this mare needed her Gift – and badly.

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The real Big Mac stirred a bit in unease, knowing what this creature had used his body for before and wanted none of that harm to come to his love. He nudged at the mental barrier between him and Denclop, trying to get her attention without it seeming like an act of aggression. Denclop felt it and turned some of her attention to him. Big Mac again tapped on the barrier, trying his best to somehow communicate with her not to rape his beloved. Big Mac didn’t know if he could take the emotional hit of feeling himself violating his love, the most important mare in all of Equestria to him, with her thinking he was doing it to her of his own free will.

Denclop thought she knew what Big Mac was trying to say. Big Mac tapped repeatedly, excited that she understood what he was wordlessly begging of her. Denclop considered this. Big Mac’s excitement dimmed at her response, then he softly tapped once on the barrier, as though to beg her not to do this to him.

Denclop knew she couldn’t put her vessel through this kind of torment, knowing he'd for sure try to rebel against her and make her duty that much harder – so instead she sighed mentally in feign disappointment.

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Big Mac wasn’t sure how to feel about this, breeding his beloved, but without his input or direct interaction. Still, it was still better then being unconscious during such an important time between him and Cheerilee – no matter if it was forced upon him or not. He simply tapped once on the barrier, presuming she’d understand that as a confirmation. Better than not to be involved at all. he thought to himself.

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Satisfied Big Mac wouldn’t try to interrupt, Denclop considered how best to approach this situation. She’s promised not to be too rough with the mare "Cheerilee" and chose to stand by it. She approached the teacher's deck, carefully navigating the maze of small desks before arriving in front of the deck seconds later. Using Big Mac’s voice, Denclop spoke to Cheerilee in but a soft, sensual whisper –

“Ah can smell ya, Shmoopy–Doo.”

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In any other situation Cheerilee would have been mortified by what Big Mac had said, but this time such was not the case – she was too horny to be embarrassed and the blush crossing her face was for an entirely different reason. She felt her heart burn with a more intense heat then her loins, although both wanted the same thing – to be with her love and share this most special of times with him. To finally have him make her his mare and give her his foal.

Cheerilee pushed herself back from the desk and stood up on still–wobbly legs as she approached the red stallion, her most special somepony. When Cheerilee reached Big Mac a matter of seconds later, she swiftly brought him into a passionate kiss to which he responded eagerly, their muzzles pressed against each other’s and meeting in an embrace as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.

When they finally broke the kiss minutes later, Denclop noticed the small puddle that had developed on the floor between Cheerilee's back legs as the intimacy of the kiss apparently turned her on even more. Big Mac's breeding rod had also hardened during the lovers' embrace, putting the full fifteen inches of horsemeat on display – and drawing more then a little attention from his mare. Cheerilee looked down to see his member and smiled, memories of the past coming back to her once again as she remembered back to their anniversary.

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Denclop noticed Cheerilee looking down at her vessel's penis and caught her gaze as her eyes rose to his face. She saw that the mare's eyes begged what she couldn’t bring her mouth to ask, an intense need expressed clearly as she silently begged him if she could proceed. Denclop had Big Mac respond with a shake of the head, telling her no.

Cheerilee’s head lowered a bit, disappointed by her lover’s rejection of her advances – but the thoughts of why he’d refused formulating in her head were quickly ended when Big Mac started walking and moved around behind her. Cheerilee wasn't sure what exactly to expect, but she had a good idea – a soft smile crossing her face as she felt his warm breath on her rear and crotch, making a shudder going through her as she felt a soft twinge of pleasure. She felt her tail flag and curl partially over her back as she felt his muzzle so softly sniffing her swollen vulva briefly, then nuzzling her flank affectionately – sending a small trill of pleasure through her as he rubbed against her sensitive mound.

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The real Big Mac watched passively as Cheerilee looked back at him, seeing himself at her dripping crotch. He met her eyes and read the need in them – her need for him to satisfy her. He heard Denclop speak in his voice – “Fillies first, ma mare. Ready?” When Cheerilee nodded her consent, he watched and tasted as Denclop pushed his tongue against his mare–friend’s vulva, the subtle taste of sweet daisies mixed with mare coating his taste buds as he felt the softness of her lower lips on his tongue again.

It was just a soft lick but Cheerilee reacted strongly, pushing against her stallion's muzzle and letting out a soft but deep moan. Big Mac felt for the first time since he was possessed earlier this night that everything about this encounter was alright, that everything was as it should be right now – he was with his love and nothing else mattered to him now. As he heard another moan from his mare, he surrendered himself entirely to the moment and let the memories of the hours past slip away as he took in the sensations of simply pleasuring his mate.

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Denclop continued to softly lick at the mare’s lower lips, savoring the floral–and–mare–flavor of Cheerilee's needing marehood before her. The mare was dripping her fluid steadily now as Denclop continued slowly licking her entrance, licking up as much of as she could. She loved how each mare tasted unique – each one a new experience to the senses, yet all with the same needs.

The need for her Gift.

The need for a foal.

When she paused for her vessel to catch his breath some time later, Denclop noticed a drop of Cheerilee’s nectar hanging off her clit and shining softly in the dim glow of the candles on her desk. Tempting her to come and get it. Without hesitation Denclop took Cheerilee's pleasure button into Big Mac’s mouth and suckled on the small nub – tasting the sweetness of Cheerilee and earning a gasp of surprise from the mare as well at the suddenness of the action and the huge burst of pleasure it caused her.

Denclop watched the mare's reaction to the sudden blaze of pleasure from having her most sensitive of areas suckled so suddenly – watching as her actions made Cheerilee stamp her forehoof hard several times on the wood floor, clearly trying to cope with the intense pleasure such stimulation was giving her.

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As Big Mac took her clit into his mouth, Cheerilee nearly collapsed at the burst of pleasure it caused – stamping her hoof on the wooden floor as wave after wave of intense pleasure spread from between her legs and up her spine. Her heat and hormones amplified the pleasure beyond what she'd ever felt before from her hoof or even Big Mac and making her only able to pant as she felt her clit trying to wink in her stallion's mouth, feeling the tip of his tongue tracing circles over the nub and making her tremble as she nearly came on the spot.

Denclop pulled off of the mare's winking clitoris after a moment, not wanting to set her off so soon. As she pulled off the small nub, she instead spread Cheerilee's swollen petal with one of Big Mac’s hooves, causing the mare to sigh at the feelings it caused. Big Mac’s tongue then dove right in – going as deep into her flowing tunnel as it could go then slowly dragged back out, curving downward to trace along her anterior wall. The flavor and scent of the mare's desire overtook Big Mac’s senses as the sound of her soft but long moans titillated Mac’s ears, making Denclop more then eager to keep going and keep pleasing this mare.

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Cheerilee lasted minutes into the heaven that was Big Mac's service on her slit and canal, the once-leisurely pace of licks and teases slowly escalating to a series of gentle prods or swirls inside her, making the maroon mare sigh and moan in contentment as her needs were at last being tended to. The constantly changing but always slow sensations bathed her in gentle, warm pleasure – like a soft, plush blanket of ecstasy wrapped around her and caressing her every nerve ending. Big Mac would occasionally lick over her clit, even suckling on it a couple times, and every time he would get a soft moan or gasp from her at sudden burst of pleasure. Never would he linger too long nor work it too hard, lest he set her over the edge so soon.

Cheerilee held on as long as she could through the swiftly-building pleasure as Mac's tongue spelunked her cove, the mare displaying the endurance only an Earth Pony could possess as she sat always on the precipice of release, but never quite let herself plunge into the sea of pleasure waiting below. A sudden suckle on her clit harder than any before finally set her over that edge over a half–hour later, finally making her plunge off the cliff and land in the roaring waves of pleasure beneath her with a shudder and a moan.

Cheerilee’s head lulled back as she let out a long–winded sigh, splashing her fluids against Big Mac’s face as she landed into the soft embrace of the sea of orgasmic bliss below. Her passage repeatedly clenched on the source of her pleasure, locking his tongue inside her as she floated in the soft waves of pleasure, her body trying to milk it for what it could not produce. She couldn't help but rub herself against his muzzle throughout, trying instinctively to get him deeper and get more pleasure. She felt her orgasm spike higher still after, another massive burst of sensation flowing through her as Big Mac's hoof moved to rub her winking clit, making her bite her lip as she once again saw flashes of black.

It was a full thirty seconds of pure bliss before Cheerilee finally coasted back to reality, her afterglow starting and making her tensed muscles relax. Yet she still felt the prickle of her heat, only slightly less intense and still there, and knew she was ready for the next step.

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Ever since Cheerilee had met Big Mac last year, she knew she wanted to be his mare, both physically and emotionally. She loved pretty much everything about him, the only thing she didn't being his cold external persona he put on whenever in public. She knew he had a softer side, knew he was more than a simple farmer pony who only spoke in monosyllable responses, knew he just needed help to break through and show his true self to the world.

After their anniversary and their show of love for each other, Cheerilee wanted to take the next step when her next heat came; to have Big Mac breed his mare and to give her his foal, to bring their bond that much closer. To give him the child they'd past talked about, and to truly become his. Perhaps a child of his very own would finally crack Mac's icy shell and give him the courage to show the world what a wonderful stallion he truly was.

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The real Big Mac felt Cheerilee’s passage contracting against his tongue, felt the warmth of her juices splash against his face and everything felt so right at this moment. Big Mac only focused on the mare in front of him as his love was pleasured before him, her cries of pleasure because of him making him wish he had control of himself if only so he could go and kiss her deeply. He heard her soft sigh of release and felt her clenching on his tongue, loving the sounds of his mare–friend being so happy because of his body. He felt his member throb and slap his underbelly and knew what was to come next.

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Cheerilee knew what she wanted to do next. She looked back at her big red hunk of a stallion with pleasured eyes, then looked Big Mac right in the eyes and once again wordlessly asked his permission, and this time he nodded with a small smile upon his wet muzzle, permitting her to do as she pleased. Cheerilee's eyes widened and seemed to shine as she gave Big Mac another quick peck on the lips before kneeling down and putting her head beneath him, eager to get to work pleasing her stallion as he’d pleased her.

Cheerilee started out slowly just as he had, softly licking at his head and the underside of his stallionhood. Mac responded with a soft thrust, telling her she was doing a good job and encouraging her to proceed, and so she did. She started slowly licking and prodding his member with his tongue for a moment before taking the whole head into her mouth, to which Denclop made Big Mac hump his hips slightly, pressing an inch or two more of his member into Cheerilee’s mouth. She gladly accepted the extra inches, now starting to swirl her tongue around the head and what of his shaft was available to her.

Cheerilee felt her slit burning more then it had before they'd begun, loosing a steady drip of her juices onto the floor as she instead focusing only on bringing pleasure to her stallion. Shortly after, she pressed deeper onto his shaft, bringing a few more inches of him into her maw and continuing to slowly swirl her tongue around it. Sometimes she’d pull him out partially and lick around his medial ring, tracing its circumference with her tongue and getting a moan of approval as his head tilted back.

Cheerilee kept this up for a while, until she felt his member start to twitch and expand in her mouth and his front hoof rest softly on her head, gently pushing her back. She quickly pulled off, not wanting him to cum too soon, for the best part was yet to come and she surely didn't want him finishing too early. She still needed him to end her heat after all.

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Cheerilee stood up again, having lubed and worked up her soon-to-be-mate, and soon to receive the fruit of her labor. She moved and stopped in front of him, her pussy inches from his muzzle, then swished her tail, permeating the air with the scent of her arousal and getting him even more riled up. She then teased Big Mac with a wink of her clit, asking no, begging, him to take her. She felt her heart swell and butterflies in her stomach as she looked back at Big Mac with a sultry look in her eyes and swished her tail to the side, winking her clit at him again and urinating a little, showing her submission and willingness to him in the most extreme way she could think of.

Cheerilee's eyes started welling up at the emotional intensity of the moment, it being a short while more before she could finally speak what she needed to say. “Oh Sweetums, I just love you so much! I’ve always loved you and have always looked forward to this moment! Please, don’t make me wait any longer. Give me your foal! Make me the happiest mare in all of Equestria!” Cheerilee said in a cracking and shaky voice, bending down her front slightly as she braced for him

Denclop had no hesitation as she approached and climbed onto the mare's proffered back, Big Mac's hooves gripping her barrel and placing his head to the right of hers as he mounted Cheerilee. Denclop halted for a moment, savoring the feeling of a willing mate beneath her.

When Big Mac stopped moving altogether for a number of seconds, Cheerilee sensed this as hesitance. She nuzzled against his muzzle then gave Big Mac a soft kiss as reassurance, as well as being very open with her own desires once again. “Please my love, I want this. Breed me. Make me your mare and give me your foal!”

Despite wanting to ravage the mare silly for the way she was talking, Denclop had earlier learned from Big Mac’s memories that this would be Cheerilee’s first time actually being penetrated, and as such she was still a virgin in terms of actual sex. Denclop decided to take it slow in order to keep with her promise and softly humped against her rear, smearing pre-cum and saliva all over Cheerilee's inner stifles and flank as she tried to find her target without the use of magic.

Finally, Denclop felt Cheerilee’s swollen lower lips graze across the tip moments later, then positioned the head in between and slowly pressed inside her, giving her what she'd begged for.

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Cheerilee gasped as she felt Big Mac slowly sink into her, plunging his rod ever deeper until he reached a barrier. When he stopped there, she could feel his rapid heartbeat inside of her passage, each throb of his heart barely detectable through his penis as she so tightly clenched around it, but even still adding a whole new layer of symbolism to this.

She was becoming one with him as close as physically possible, their bodies and hearts joined together as one.

Denclop hesitated as she felt the glans of her vessel's penis just against the mare's hymen. Something about this felt wrong even to her, then realized why. This was her vessel's mare. She would not breed his mare essentially right in front of him!

thenspoke to Big Mac in his mind: She then transferred majority control of his body to the real Big Mac, relinquishing control of this moment to him, but still secretly holding a strong grip on him in case he did anything...foalish.

Big Mac was surprised to find he could actually control his body again and that he himself would be able to breed his love instead of having to watch his puppet-master do it. That he would be the one to give Cheerilee the foal she wanted from him and to start their new life together as stallion and mare.

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Cheerilee felt Big Mac press deeper into her and whimpered softly. “Please, make me yours.” she begged, the wait almost too much to bear as she squirmed underneath him with her burning need at an all-time high, just wishing he’d BUCK HER ALREADY! Shortly after, she finally felt him pull out of her and softly hump back in, starting a slow rhythm. She gritted her teeth at the sensation as pleasure started to again radiate throughout her, so much more intense then with his tongue yet still not enough.

Cheerilee felt Big Mac get deeper with each thrust, a small amount of pain mixing with her pleasure each time and with each hump against that band of flesh inside her getting a little harder than the last. After a number of slow thrusts, she felt him hilt her suddenly – and whined as she felt an intense bolt of pleasure and pain trace the length of her spine when his medial ring rubbed against her clit and he so fully filled her entire passage at once. A small amount of minor pain was also felt by Cheerilee, but was almost un–noticed over the flood of pleasure he gave her.

As he heard Cheerilee whine Big Mac nuzzled her cheek, not knowing if he'd hurt her and wanting to comfort her if he had. After "popping her cherry" Big Mac had stopped instantly, allowing Cheerilee to get used to him being inside her as well as to recover from whatever pain he may have caused her. She felt so tight and hot inside, her inner muscles massaging his member as they contracted and relaxed around him, adjusting to accommodate his sizable girth and making pleasure surge through him as he was welcomed deeper, her powerful muscles trying to pull him further into her of its own accord.

After a moment of adjusting, Cheerilee nuzzled her cheek against her stallion's and whispered her consent in but a lustful whisper: “Take me.”

Big Mac needed no further encouragement and pulled out before giving another sharp, hilting thrust into his love. Cheerilee moaned, followed immediately by a throaty “More!” Big Mac didn’t need to be told twice and started humping deeply but slowly into his mare-friend, causing her to groan softly with each thrust, overtaken by the intense pleasure radiating through her body. Cheerilee almost collapsed to the floor from the bursts of pleasure she was getting as each time he rubbed her love button, but instead locked her hooves into place, bracing herself for the harder thrusts that were sure to come.

So this was what being a true mare felt like. Cheerilee thought as another hard hump made his head touch something deep inside her, with it feeling deep enough to be her cervix. Dear Celestia it feels so goooood to be a mare!

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Big Mac continued to mate Cheerilee for many more minutes, each thrust slow but deep, going so far as to tap against her deepest barrier occasionally. A while into their lovemaking, Cheerilee started to moan out his name, her cries of passion urging him to embrace his instincts and rut her as hard as his hips would let him but still he refused, his stubbornness winning out as he continued to please his mare.

Big Mac increased his pace ever so slightly over time, picking up speed while holding Cheerilee to him in a tight embrace, apparently trying his hardest to make her first time memorable as he planted kisses all over her muzzle, neck, and crest. Cheerilee meanwhile squeezed around his slowly pistoning member, reacting to each thrust by pushing back against him and occasionally grinding her hips against his when he held still for any time. She could feel every feature of his cock as it journeyed through her passage, feeling the medial ring or head rubbing that special spot inside her that she’d only ever before read about. each rub ramping her pleasure that much higher for a second. Each time he thrusted as hard as he could into her she felt his tip bumping her cervix, causing her to gasp softly every time it did.

One last hilting thrust, one last rub on her clit and it was too much. Cheerilee moaned loudly as she felt her vaginal muscles squeezed tightly around Big Mac's whole length as he still continued to breed her, a wave of orgasmic pleasure once again forcing her under the surface and bathing her in the sensual overload of her release. "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, MAAAAAC!" Cheerilee screamed out as she came, waves of pleasure overwhelming her and making her nearly collapse once more.

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Nearly an hour and three more intense orgasms by Cheerilee later, Big Mac’s resolve was finally starting to crack as the pressure in his pelvis finally reached a critical point. With one more rough and deep hump, his resolve finally crumbled completely and he thrust into her hard for the last moments of it, gripping her tight to hold her in place as he finally rutted her as his instincts demanded, getting the last little bit of sensation to finally set him off.

The sudden increase in pace and pleasure caused Cheerilee to scream at the suddenness and intensity of the sensations, her head once again forced under the surface as she drowned in pleasure once more – unable to catch her breath as his flaring head stretched her open further, getting so BIG inside her. She knew what was coming next and mentally braced herself for it.

With one final thrust, Big Mac pressed himself into Cheerilee as far as he could, then let loose. The pressure in his pelvis snapped and instead was replaced with a wave of euphoria as Big Mac's cockhead flared the rest of the way and sealed her passage tight, the deep moan and eager tense from her telling him she knew exactly what was about to happen.

He released with a grunt, shooting his first spray of virile seed inside his mare-friend and causing her to cum again – at least judging by the increase in her wetness and milking, as well as the adorable whinny she loosed. He heard her primal cry of ecstasy as it joined his own moan, creating a unique melody of the lovers in their climax.

Big Mac collapsed upon Cheerilee's haunches partially, his back legs wobbling from the intensity of his orgasm as he shot his sizable load into her. For the first time that night, he felt intense pleasure at his orgasm, something more then the endorphins making this climax beat all the others he'd been subjected to tonight in spades and making his head jerk back at the intensity. The pleasure that his love for the one he was breeding gave him nearly made him pass out and spend all night inside her, to be with her as she so deserved. To be her stallion.

" Maaaac!" Big Mac barely heard through the blood rushing through his ears, Cheerilee apparently screaming his name out in this moment of passion. Big Mac couldn't help but smile at hearing her screaming out his name. Screaming out the name of her stallion, the name of the one she so loved and who at last made her his mare.

The stallion who had likely just sired her foal.

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Cheerilee mewled out Big Mac's name as another wave of pleasure flowed through her, her mouth barely even able to form it as the soft ocean of pleasure once again embraced her and coated her in a soft orgasmic blanket as she milked his spurting member, her body encouraging him to give her all of his life-giving seed. She sprayed her juices on him for the fifth time, giving his already-saturated crotch a fresh coating of mare-juice and making most of it instead drip off and land in the large puddle of her previous releases on the floor.

While it wasn’t the dam-breaking flood he’d come to expect while being possessed by Denclop, with her not having used the mist on him nor Cheerilee, Mac's release wasn’t a small amount either. He shot into Cheerilee for a solid ten seconds, filling her entire passage and womb – so much so that some leaked around his flared head with another soft thrust, dripping out of her to mix with her juices on the floor. While he'd filled her, Cheerilee turned her head and met her muzzle with his, giving him a rough kiss as her kept pumping into her. Finally getting that kiss he'd wanted all along.

The real Big Mac felt as he slid his tongue into Cheerilee's mouth, feeling as their tongues met and danced as his orgasm finally started to taper off, the bursts of pleasure finally becoming less overwhelming for him in tandem with his shots of semen into Cheerilee becoming smaller and smaller.

As he held her close to him and Prench kissed her, his stallionhood still throbbing deep inside his mare, all he could think of was just how much he loved his mare. How much he loved his little Shmoopy-doo.

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Cheerilee never wanted this to end. It was like they were one pony, sharing the same body and heart. The same heartbeat. She placed her ear against Big Mac's chest, listening to his heartbeat as he held her close. She could now both hear it and feel it inside her through his breeding rod still buried so deep in her passage, his heartbeat starting off as a thunderous series of thuds just after his orgasm to a much slower thu-thump as they rested.

They stayed joined as one until Mac's stallionhood finally softened and slipped out of her some minutes later, followed by a shiver from both and a drizzle of his cream from her. After he left her Cheerilee lowered to the floor, finally allowing herself to collapse and recover from her total of six orgasms in just under one-and-a-half hours.

Big Mac wished he could stay with her all night and be with his love after such an intimate and important part of their life, but Denclop clearly decided that it was time to go find another mare in need of her as soon as he was free from Cheerilee's well–filled tunnel. Big Mac sadly sighed mentally as Denclop retook full control over his body and walked him outside, forcing him to leave his one and only love and inevitably going to be forcing his body to impregnate more mares against his will.

On the way to the door, Big Mac thought he could hear a soft “Wait, my love...” come from Cheerilee and felt the virtual knife in his heart twist further, wishing so badly he could do as his mare asked – but once outside and out of Cheerilee’s sight, Denclop cast the blink spell, leaving Big Mac more then a little sad at not even being able to even share the afterglow with Cheerilee. With but a flash of pink light, Big Mac was gone again.

~

Cheerilee got up after she noticed Big Mac's absence, finally coming out of her orgasmic daze some time later. She went outside a moment later looking him, still dripping her lover’s gift onto the ground and speckling the wood floor with white. When she couldn’t find him after checking the building and surrounding area, she sniffled as her eyes filled with tears. She'd wanted to spend more time with him, to share this most important event with him more. She’d been so busy with teaching and him so busy with work on the farm that they’d hardly been able to see each other much these past few weeks.

Cheerilee sighed at the loss of her companion but perked herself up with the fact that the weekend was coming soon and she could probably head down to the farm and see Big Mac then, with the children out of school and him usually getting the weekends off. To make plans for their future together and for their foal, which he'd undoubtedly given her tonight.

Cheerilee patted her contented belly, sighing as she felt that the satisfying warmth and fullness Big Mac had given her had replaced the horrible burn of her heat...and then looked at the mess they’d made. A massive puddle of their combined juices sitting on the floor near her desk, then a stream of white trailed to the door and back. Cheerilee sighed and knew this was no way to have a classroom look, so she quickly grabbed some cloths they’d used for painting smocks previously and proceeded to clean up their mess.

"Boy Mac, you really did put out for me didn't you?" Cheerilee whispered to herself with a blush, quickly getting to work cleaning their combined puddle off the floor.

~

After she cleaned up, Cheerilee disposed of the rather soaked cloths in the trash bin around back before packing her books and other supplies into her saddlebags, intending to continue the planning after she’d had some rest, feeling totally exhausted after such an intense breeding. She then locked up the schoolhouse and headed home in those wee hours of the morning, fatigue and resident endorphines making her woozy and unfocused as she stumbled home like a mare who had drank too much hard apple cider.

Upon arriving home a few minutes later, the first thing Cheerilee had done was chug a small bucket of water, dehydrated from all the fluids she'd lost during her earlier sessions with Big Mac. The second was a long, hot shower to relax her over-exerted muscles and aching back, as well as to clean the dried-on fluids of her and Mac's breeding from earlier. As she left her shower, she then brushed her teeth and went to bed, dreaming of the future she’d have with Big Mac and their foal.

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By the time Cheerilee awoke the next morning and headed out to the schoolhouse, one of Big Mac’s sperm had already found and fertilized her egg. In eleven months, she’d birth her and her soul–mate’s foal, their love embodied.

Author's Note

A bunch of romance in this one...and just in time for Hearts and Hooves Day. Yay!