Cheerilee's Afternoon in
By
The Magpie
“Goodness what a hard day” Cheerilee said to herself. Having had to sort out another scuffle between Tiara and Apple Bloom she had then had to punish Snips and Snails for bringing in a rather indecent magazine. The boys had to take a verbal barrage at the discovery and were told to stay behind after school.
After most of the children had left the school, Cheerilee had the room be swept up by Snips and Snails as punishment. She wasn't fond of punishing students but the two had crossed the line with this particular stunt.
“Just where in Equestria did they get their hands on such a piece of material” she murmured to herself as she packed up her things, grabbing the offensive magazine and packing it into her satchel and heading off home.
The day was bright as she made her way to her cottage, the sun was past its high point and the clouds were being moved by the pegasus weather control, preparing it the afternoons scheduled cloud layering across ponyville.
Arriving back, she threw her satchel into her bedroom and immediately headed into the shower.
The warm water felt good, with the massage setting on, she got to work the kinks out of her body. Giving a quick shake down, she headed back into her bedroom.
After the shower and a brush down Cheerilee felt the weight of the day on her eyes and dropped onto her bed.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the magazine she had confiscated earlier spilling out of her satchel.
Cheerilee pondered where they had gotten the magazine.
As far as she knew, there weren't many shops that sold this type of material,
certainly none that would be willing to sell to colts like those two.
Cheerilee raised herself up, and out of a mixture of curiosity and boredom pulled out the magazine and flipped it open to a random page.
Inside was a selection of poses of various ponies, surprisingly not just mares but stallions too Cheerilee made a note that she'd have to give those two another talk about this kind of thing in private.
She was intrigued at the level of detail on show. The haunches and flanks were well drawn, the colouring of the vulvas and veins on the penises were quite…
Cheerilee stopped herself.
This was quite quite wrong. She shouldn't be reading this. Quickly putting the magazine to one side, she curled herself up for a nap.
The blanket was thin and she wrapped herself in its folds as she tried to push the images from her mind. Feeling heat building up she curled up like a cat, hooves next to hooves, warmth circulating all through her.
She began to dream.
At first of a barn, a barn with red coating. Hay barrels laid all around, and apples rested in buckets here and there, shining in the hot sun. A certain stallion was standing outside, glistening from a hard day’s work. His red coat glistened as he rubbed himself against the hay, well toned muscles showing through as well as his rather excited phallus, its length ever growing with the passing of each swing…
”DAMMIT!”
Cheerilee was now upright. “This will not do,” she said as her dream was now thoroughly swimming in her mind.
That blasted magazine was now sitting on the floor open to a series of images of stallions in different stances, the angles leaving nothing to the imagination. Cheerilee huffed. “Well I can't very well get to sleep with this on my mind now.” Her buttocks and dock swung about furiously as she felt a wetness below.
Throwing off the covers, she jumped to her closet and opened the doors. Inside behind her gala dress and hats was a box, long and wrapped in a delicate, striped bow.
Carefully taking it out, she felt a small quiver run through her thighs. This was a present from Velvet, an owner of a boutique that catered for certain ponies needs. She had been given it after helping out the owner’s niece in after school lessons. (Which she was happy to say had worked out rather well).
The box hadn’t been opened as the seller had insisted that it was for a moment when she would be alone, and well… feeling like she was right now. The thoughts stirred in her head, making her shudder a little. She carried the box to the bed, and with a flick of the ribbon, she had the lid opened.
The sight before her made her gulp a little. The saliva in her mouth was trying to escape, and she licked her lips involuntarily.
Inside was a stallion penis. Fully erect, black like the night, and with a slight sheen running along its length.
Its head was like a flared stallion’s but had been smoothed to (she guessed) allow for easier entry. The word entry made her head flush with warmth.
She nearly closed the box right back up, but images of that member swinging about beneath the legs of two very well toned thighs stopped her.
Her heartbeat was ringing in her ears as she finally reached in and touched it.
It was remarkable. The feel was like skin, smooth and yet she could sense the slight tug of it on her hoof as though it was trying to give grip to its touch.
She lifted it out slowly, its size filling her vision as it stood proud in front of her.
It had a slight bend that arched its way towards her, and not even thinking of what she was doing, she brought it closer to her face.
She was so close, she could smell the thing. It was a clean but slightly scented too, like a well cleaned kitchen.
Her lips puckered a little as she drew closer and closer and pressed her lips to its tip. The surface was ever so smooth as before, her tongue resting against the nub of the urethral. Opening her mouth a little, she took a little of the tip into her maw.
The feel of the skin slightly rubbing against her inner cheeks made her swallow hard on her saliva. She suckled on the tip for a while before releasing it, the noise making an audible pop.
Giggling to herself at what she had done, she suddenly felt her hind quarters’ dampness. Her legs had been grinding away as she was savouring the taste, and she had made a fine mess of her fur.
Before she carried on, she noticed in the box a smooth bottle of liquid with a fiery emblem drawn on the front, the words across it said “Liquid Inner Heat”. Her already red face went a further shade of rouge as images danced around her.
Alongside it was also a rather large suction cup.
Cheerilee pondered for a brief moment on why that was there until she realized and turn the dick in her hands. Beneath the well rounded balls was a small hole. Intrigued and wanting to get this going, she applied the cup to the bottom.
Giggling once more at the sight, she gave the cup a long lick and attached the member to the front of the bed’s support board.
Stepping away, she admired the piece. It was both ridiculous and yet enticing at the same time.
Moving around, she took the bottle and opened it. An aroma of sweet chilli and jasmine mixed in her mind, and she gave it a slight taste. The effect on her tongue was instant.
Heat coursed through her mouth, and she gave an audible hoof to the effect, yet she didn’t feel any pain. She even smacked her lips at the pleasant aftertaste. Turning back to the dangling dick, she gave a slight grin. Opening the cap of the bottle, she rubbed the entire length with the liquid, warmth transferring a little through her skin but otherwise sinking well into the member’s length.
After her somewhat vigorous kneading, the penis was covered in the liquid. Its smell and the heat from the areas she had touched with her hooves felt warm and radiated a little intensity.
Before she realised what she had done, she rubbed her flanks to remove what was on her hooves and felt a large rush run along her thighs. She mildly doubled over as the hotness was edging towards her middle, but stopped just short of reaching the parts that needed it most.
She gave a quick snort and grabbed the bottle. “Still enough inside for a drop more lubrication,” she thought. “Never can be too careful.”.
The little white line wandered along as she drizzled the liquid onto her chest and let the small stream inch its way down her mid section.
As it travelled, she could feel its touch like a soothing pair of hooves kneading their way down her front, the vapor like someone’s breath following along as if inches away from applying a kiss but holding back.
The feel made her take in a short breath and her back arched a little, both to allow the liquid to flow where she wanted it and also out of reflex.
It creeped ever so slowly towards her mare hood, gathering into a small droplet where it neared its breaking point.
Finally, it dropped, right onto her clit.
“Oh Celestia!” she let out a small curse of surprise at the ferocity of its touch. It must have been due to her already being aroused, as the heat seemed to engulf her lower portions.
Her knees on the verge of buckling, she grabbed out, holding herself up with the bed board and without realization also on the stallion cock.
It wobbled about as she held onto it and the board, dropping the bottle in the action, its contents nearly emptied along her belly.
She held on as the waves of desire and excitement racked through her and made her body spasm.
Her back bucked wildly as the fire continued to flow along her lips and then fall inwards. Her vulva and clit were feeling like they were trying to vibrate away the fever growing inside her.
She could barely keep her hooves from running down her chest and just vigorously rubbing herself raw.
But as she was about to give, she spied the shaft, its movement a rhythmic beating up and down, like a stallion on the verge of flaring.
She could see it now. The need was there and she just had to take it.
Her strength seemed to be fuelled by her growing appetite, and she quickly positioned herself in front of it.
Its movement swayed as she frantically fumbled to get it inside her. Stepping this way and that, she could see it was awkwardly bouncing about, like a young fresh buck with little experience. She was going a little crazy with frustration.
Taking a tentative step back, she finally felt it stop at her lips, which were now frantically opening and closing of their own volition.
The head was resting exactly in her entrance, and the touch alone was making her whole body feel like a shock was running through it.
She savoured the victory and carefully took a step back.
What she felt as she landed her support hoof however was not the floor, but the bottle she had dropped.
It had been evidently not as empty as she had thought, and it had spilt all over the wooden boards.
Stumbling, Cheerilee tried to regain her balance.
Instead, she fell back, impaling herself on the whole length of the willing phallus.
Stars appeared in her eyes, followed by dancing lights as her body was suddenly wedged firmly up to the hilt of the toy.
Her buttocks rested squarely on the board as the member’s impressive size was now firmly gripped all the way inside her.
Her breath was gone. She could only seem to stand there.
The feeling in her legs evaporated as the hot blooded nature of the liquid that was ready to be released in the penis exploded inside her.
She felt like she was on fire.
Every part of her innards seemed to feel like they could melt wax.
If she was a dragon, she thought she could have breathed fire right at that moment.
She watched in seemingly slow motion as the room started to spin a little and her legs began to buckle.
First her head then her front legs went down, both hooves folding under, leaving her back end to struggle to support itself.
Finally breaking down, she slid ever so slowly down the board, stopped only by the tool’s suction cup.
This caused her to involuntarily begin pulling off it.
As before, the skin of the toy began its gentle grip along her insides, and she felt a surge of adrenaline as two thirds popped out of her, the ring of the dick bobbing against her pussy lips.
Her flank resting now on her aching back legs, her brain tried to process her feelings.
She was panting, she was sure of that. Sweat ran along her body, and drips of it were falling off her hair and onto her snout. She could clearly feel the emptiness that was now inside her. It felt unwelcome from what she had accidently achieved before.
Her wiggling on the head that was still inside her caused all sorts of visions and feelings she hadn’t felt in years since her university years to appear. She carefully moved her hips back a little, this time taking it in an inch at a time.
It obliged her, gripping and grinding along her walls, kissing her insides with its length and girth. The fire was still strong and slowly running along it, but her body was so hot, she could barely feel it.
It caused her brain to push onwards.
Inch by inch, she lifted herself upwards, raising her haunches and thighs up as her legs were screaming out.
But now it didn’t matter. She wanted that feeling again.
Ever so slowly, she could feel herself being filled, the skin of the toy now twisting this way and that as her juices mixed along it.
She raised up her shoulders and willed her front legs to move, which to her surprise, worked. First one, then the other, until she was wobbly standing again.
She still had her head drooped as she couldn’t focus on anything else other then getting that feeling back.
Slowly she pushed back. At first it was slow, like it had melted inside her and become part of her. But then it suddenly began to slide inwards.
Inch after inch, she slowly and achingly moved backwards on the toy. The liquid that had made her stumble before had been soaked up into her belly when she had landed, her nipples ringing with warmth and sensitive to the slightest movement of air.
She pushed and felt her lips simply swallow up each needed inch until she finally felt the board and her inside being filled again with overcoming hotness.
Finally raising her head, she noticed how bright her vision was. She was obviously a little overheated and muddled, but this feeling inside her now was all she wanted.
Standing there for a bit she gave the board a slight bump, the feeling inside pressing her deep within.
Again she repeated it, with a little more oomph.
Again the feeling came back, like a sort of punch. Not painful, but some how irresistible in some strange way.
She began to swing back and forth as the feeling seemed to keep coming back with each bump of the board, her buttocks bouncing against the wood and balls of the toy.
She continued this for a while, savouring the feel of each strike. Now that she was in control, it felt so filling, like she had a knot inside her that was being unravelled with each thrust.
She continued increasing the strength of the pounding. The board was wobbling back with each hit, and she matched its return with another bump, aiming to give herself a deeper hit each time. She wasn’t just making out with this toy now, she was rutting it for all it was worth.
The bed squeaked as she pounded the board over and over, the heat inside her was increasing again, but it was like something she wanted, ached for, and with each butting of the board, it grew bigger. She knew what it meant and it fuelled her fried brain onwards to just keep powering through.
The toy’s cup clung to the board for dear life as she kept increasing her attack. Her legs splayed as she clenched her eyes and teeth and prepared for the inevitable.
It happened.
All at once, her body tightened up, and a shiver from inside exploded out of her and ran through every nerve fibre of her body as the orgasm she had been aiming on had finally arrived.
Her body shook as she felt everything inside her grip with all its might on the penis, milking it for non-existent seed and flexing itself as she bucked violently.
She could feel like this forever, this was bliss. She couldn’t fathom for the life of her why she had held off on it for so long.
She felt her lips parting as trickles of mare cum were slowly seeping out and along the length of the toy, dropping onto the already wet floor. Her body was soaked in sweat and, her breath was so fired, it seemed to appear with each puff of air she let out.
Her mane was a mess, and she felt exhausted.
Slowly she inched herself off the toy, her sensitivity still high as she nearly bit her lip at its seemingly unwillingness to let go.
Cheerilee dragged her feet along as the toy gave in to her pull and began to slide out of her, coated in mare cum and seemingly steaming from the escapade.
Cheerilee slowly turned and gave herself a look in the mirror.
Her backside was soaked, and her lips looked exhausted from their adventure.
She looked at the stallion dick with lulled eyes and gave it a smirk.
It had been one hell of a gift she thought. True, the middle could have worked out better, but it did make for one very satisfied pony.
She carried that smile and walked up to her new plaything gave it a little pat and a deep long kiss, before slowly unscrewing it from its cup and putting it in the sink to be cleaned later.
Right now she needed to sleep.
She’d clean the sheets later, and she really wanted to nap now. Taking a shaky step to the bed, she hoisted herself up onto it.
It gave a small squeak it hadn’t before, evidently a wound that had been made from that night’s escapades.
And just like that, Cheerilee passed out, a grin on her face and warmth covering her body like a blanket.
Several hours later
The sun was nearing its slow descent as Cheerilee slept soundly. The mare was now partially covered in a loose blanket, and her breathing was shallow and calm. Her body now dry and relaxed savoured the feel of her bed and the quiet of the room.
Curled up again, she held her head close to her middle, enjoying the still lingering smell of the liquids scent on her body.
Cheerilee heard a knocking at her door.
It irritated her ears, and she wasn’t in the mood to answer.
Taking a nearby blanket, she wrapped herself tighter and tried to ignore it.
The knocking continued
A harsh grumble was the only noise that escaped her lips.
Annoyed at the intrusion into her now perfect sleepy posture, she gave a look at her clock. It had been at least a good few hours since her fun, and she could feel her body having practically returned to normal.
Her belly and rear coat was still a mess, and her hair wasn’t right, but otherwise she had no pain anywhere other than in her legs (which was saying something).
Despite her head feeling a little fuzzy, she felt like she better get this over with.
Slipping out of the bed, she made a motion to the door
After a slight stumble, she straightened up and fixed her hair as best she could. Finally, she released the top latch and opened the top half of the front door.
Down below her were Snips and Snails, tears in their eyes as they both looked like they were a few shades lighter in colour and nervous to boot.
“M-M-Miss Cheerilee!” Snips piped up.
“Oh we’re sorry to bother you, I mean we don't want to intrude on your time out of school.”
The two seemed to look at each other with guilt that seemed to be written all over their faces.
Cheerilee had a feeling she knew what this was about and waited on what would happen. Snails jumped in.
“Miss Cheerilee!
We are so sorry for what happened this morning! We hadn’t meant to get that magazine. It had sort of ended getting stuck amongst our things, and we really sorry. Please don't tell our parents! They will flip their minds out, and we will be grounded till we grow old and die!”
Snails literally was turning blue in the face from talking so fast.
Cheerilee raised an eyebrow at this display.
Snips was now along with Snails prostrating themselves at her door, and it would have been funny if she hadn’t just been woken up.
She gave them a moment and remembering she wasn’t in a fit state to expose herself any further than her head, she gave a polite cough.
“Boys, whilst I can't say I was too thrilled at the sight of that material in school, I wouldn’t be much of a teacher if I didn’t understand my students. You’re growing boys, and it’s probably about that time you learnt from a good stallion what it means to fall in love and so on”
She felt she was stumbling a little here, so she thought to end this quickly.
“So just this once, I'll let it slide. Besides, the magazine is gone now, and there really isn’t anything to show your parents.”
The boys’ faces seemed to raise up in unison at their realisation.
Almost at once, they began to again prostrating themselves in thanks to her, which made Cheerilee giggle a little.
“But,” she added, “if I ever see you two again with material like that in my class again, Celestia help you I will drag you both to your parents right there and then.”
The boys vigorously shook their heads in agreement and fear.
“Now run along, and let’s forget this happened.”
“I have paperwork to finish, and it’s been a long day so far.” Her hair drooped on one side a little, and she blew it back into shape.
The boys began to stand and turn away as Cheerilee remembered something
“Oh by the way, where did you find that magazine anyway?”
Cheerilee asked in her best lack of interest tone. Inside however, she wanted to know if there was more of those about).
“Oh,” said Snails, “we got it off a member of a band that was passing through. He just sort of gave it to us and said we looked like we were about the right age for that kind of stuff.”
The answer made Cheerilee wonder, but feeling like it probably meant that there were no other magazines that could be about, she accepted the idea.
“Well next time I suggest not taking such material from strangers,” she said, pointing at them sternly. Mentally, she made a note to find out who this band was and give the seller a stern dressing down.
Both looked like they knew what she meant and headed off slowly with that message.
Cheerilee gave a quiet sigh, closed the door with the latch, and took a deep breath.
“Well that settled things at least with that issue,” she said to herself.
She actually hadn’t wanted to go to the parents with the evidence.
It really wasn’t something that was worth getting them into trouble of that kind, although maybe it really was time to get some of the stallions to have that ‘talk’ with them and the other colts in the group.
Better to get their minds on the right track before they end up making even worse decisions.
She finally walked back to the bedroom and ripped the covers off, bundling it all into her cleaning room.
Her sleepiness gone and her body feeling like it was born again, she set about washing and repairing the bedroom.
After a while, she finished off with putting the magazine along with the now freshly clean toy back into its box.
The bottle now resting on a table nearby was empty, and she supposed it would be a good idea to make a late night visit soon to Velvet’s to purchase some more.
Popping the box back in the cupboard, she gave the door a close, and with a smile on her face, prepared herself for tomorrow's lesson.
Epilogue:
The boys were now walking along the road leading back into town. It still wasn’t very late, and the stores were still in business. They had been silent for most of the walk, and it was Snails that broke the silence.
“Snips?” Snails spoke, almost like he was pondering a question.
“Yeah Snails?”
“Man I'm not sure what is wrong with me right now, but I got the weirdest hankering for jasmine burgers with chilli.”
Snip’s eyebrows raised. “No way, same here! I haven’t been able to get the smell of it out of my head!”
Both looked at each other. Then back at the direction of Cheerilee’s house and gave a I don't know shrug.
With that, the two headed off to the local burger joint and scarfed down as many burgers as they were able.
The End
Author's Note
First time post and porno, Spell checked by Anon who I'm very grateful too.
I hope this is all ok to post.
If people like it I have some more soon, just have to get my paragraphs in order and get the spell checks done.
2021 update, well I haven't been back to this in a while, I tried to fix some parts I noticed were misspelt, and fix some of dialogue a bit. I realise this will likely fall on deaf ears but it was a fun while it lasted.
