Chilling a Cherry

by ABronyLife42

Rating: mature
Tags: Cheerilee, Berry Punch, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Sex
Length: 5424

A Cherilee and Berry Punch shipping

Cheerilee roams the quiet town of Ponyville on Hearth's Warming Eve during a snow storm and is forced to take shelter in a nearby bar, owned and operated by the mischievous Berry Punch. However, Cheerilee finds more than she bargains for when the two share a few drinks. Not everypony can handle their alcohol...

A clopfic of Berry Punch and Cheerilee.

This story was inspired by the cover art. http://erinliona.deviantart.com/

Published 2012-08-21 12:54:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-21 12:54:01 UTC

Chapter 1

It was a cold winter’s night as Cheerilee walked past the schoolhouse. Snow drifted down from the thick clouds above and the wind played with her mane. She was wrapped up in a decent sized cloak, but even that couldn’t stop the cold wind that plagued the skin under her coat. She looked up the hill at the silent school and sighed, walking further down the snow-covered path. The snow was so thick on the ground that every step that she made sent a cold shiver through her spine.

The foals were really all she had. She could still picture them in the fall; running and playing in the leaves. Now they were gone, home, warm by the fire and spending time with their families. A slight smile appeared on her face. “It’s good that the young ones have families to return to, but...” She frowned. “where does that leave me?”

Cheerilee looked to the town, where colorful lights illuminated the streets; telltale signs that Hearth’s Warming Eve was here. Ponyville was always pretty this time of year. A small smile formed as she eyed the beautiful sight before her. It was always hard to wear a frown around this time of year, but seeing that all the streets were long since abandoned reminded her of her loneliness. With a slight frown, she descended the hill and travelled towards the town.

It had been long week of sitting at home, drinking hot cocoa alone every night. At first, she felt happy for finally having some time off to herself, but as days slowly went by, her bliss depleted itself and she became a sort of empty shell. Nopony to hold her, or talk to. The stress of work and her students helped her forget that she was alone.

Once she had reached outskirts of Ponyville, she noticed its empty streets and closed up shops. “Why did I think I would find anypony here?” she mumbled and shrugged. “Well, I guess it’s better than staying home alone again.” She continued her trot through town, while staring at the wonderful lights and decoration on each house.

“The ponies here really do go all out on their decoration...” She looked over at Sugarcube Corner and rolled her eyes. “but somepony seems to overdo it every year.”

This year nothing had changed. Pinkie Pie had stuck random pine trees all over the rooftop with lights and ornaments hanging off of every limb. There wasn’t an inch of the store that wasn’t covered by lights, wreaths, or any other kind of decorative object. She giggled. “I have to give her credit for for putting so much effort into it, but I’d hate to be her when the Cakes see their power bill.”

After looking around at all the decorative houses across Ponyville, the wind and snow picked up. She turned around and began her slow trot home with chattering teeth. “I better get home soon before I freeze to death.”

She had managed to reach the outer edge of town, but by now the storm was so bad that she couldn’t see the hoof in front of her face. She frantically looked around to find a place where she could escape the storm’s harsh winds. Luckily, she spotted two lights shaped like rectangles. She galloped as fast as she could toward the lights, and eventually reached a porch that creaked as she crossed it to the door. She knocked loudly, several times, yelling, “Please let me in!” There was a voice from the inside.

“Wait, I’ll be there in a sec!” What followed was a series of quick hoof steps. Then, the door made a few clicking sounds before it slowly opened, allowing Cheerilee to gallop inside.

* * *

Berry Punch was seated behind the bar counter, lazily using one of her unoccupied stools. She sighed with a small frown while circling the edge of her glass of wine with her hoof. This time of year was always dull for her. She rarely had any patrons come in during the week, and when they did, most would sit at the tables and ignore her attempts to be friendly. They would order their drink, sit quietly, and leave without a single word.

She frowned more at the thought. She loved talking to the patrons about their lives. Everypony always had an interesting story to share, or a joke they wanted to tell. There was never a dull moment in her bar before Hearth’s Warming Eve week. She had dreaded that week, knowing that even her regulars were going to be spending it with their families.

She had thought about not opening up tonight, and just sit by the fire with a nice glass of wine. “Am I just desperate for attention, or am I just lonely?” She sighed again. Still continuing her motions around the glass, she looked at her old cuckoo clock. The hands were at twelve, and Berry noticed the strength of the wind outside of her window. “I doubt there will be anypony coming in now, especially with the way the storm is picking up out there.”

She got up from her stool, trotted around the bar, and locked the front door. As she was getting ready to put out the fire, a loud knock and cry of help called out from behind the door. Berry jumped at the sound, and shouted to the unknown pony, “Wait, I’ll be there in a sec!” She rushed over to door unlock it, but, as she slowly opened it, Berry was pushed against the wall as the pony shoved her way inside.

Berry pushed the door off of her and slammed it. “Hey! What the...“ In front of her was a magenta-coated mare. Berry stood there for a moment with her mouth agape. She stared at Cheerilee’s flanks, her eyelids half open in a seductive look, lost in her own thoughts.

That's Cheerilee! I- I’ve had a crush on her for the longest time now. She’s intelligent, caring, and incredibly sexy. Oh, the things I would do...

Cheerilee shivered and attempted to shake the snow off her, bringing Berry Punch back to reality. Quickly, she trotted over to her new-and only-patron with a look of concern. “Come over here by the fire,” Berry said.

“Th-thank you, you’re too kind,” Cheerilee said, leaning against Berry as they limped over by the fire.

Berry sat her down in one of the chairs. “Don't worry about it. It's my pleasure.” Cheerilee looked up into Berry's concerned eyes and smiled slightly. “Now,“ Berry began, “let me go get you a blanket and hot cup of cocoa, but I need to put some more wood on the fire first.” She grabbed some wood by the stone fireplace, threw it in, and then went upstairs.

Cheerilee was rubbing the sides of her body, shivering and taking in her surroundings. It was a typical rectangular room with several glossed wooden tables spread throughout, and a long bar counter top with multiple stools beside it. Behind the bar was a large rack full of different types of alcoholic drinks. She turned and looked back at fire, sighing. Great! I am in a bar. It’s a good thing that it's storming out. What would the parents think if they caught their fillies and colts’ school teacher in here?

Berry returned, carrying a big blanket on her back. “Would you mind taking off your coat? I don't want to get this wet.”

Cheerilee nodded, and proceeded with the request. Once it was off, Berry went behind her and wrapped the large sheet around Cheerilee so that her head would rest above it. She walked in front of Cheerilee and looked her over.

“That should be more comfortable,” Berry said with a grin.

“Tha...” Cheerilee was cut off by Berry's hoof on her lips.

“No, no, none of that now. I said that it was my pleasure, so no thanks are necessary,” Berry said, still grinning.

Cheerilee gave a sheepish smile that made Berry's insides melt.

Oh, she is cute when she smiles like that,the bar mare thought.

Berry face hoofed herself. “I forgot about your cocoa.”

“You don't have to trouble yourself with that. I’m perfectly warm with just this.” The teacher shifted in her seat. “I’m not thirsty, anyway.”

“Alright, so long as you're sure.” Berry raised an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah, I'm sure,” Cheerilee said, reassuringly.

There was an awkward pause, with Cheerilee and Berry staring at the fire. The strong winds outside the bar caused creaks to sound throughout, and the branches of trees scraped against the walls. Cheerilee sat in her chair, quietly hypnotized by the fire.

I wish she would say something, Berry thought. I guess I’m going to have to start this.

“Soooooo...what were you doing outside this late at night in the middle of a storm?” Berry asked while she grabbed a chair, and sat down a few feet away from Cheerilee.

“Well, it wasn't storming when I went out, but I don't really want to talk about it. Let's just say this time of year kind of depresses me.” Cheerilee grumbled.

“Oh, I see. I was just curious.” Berry pondered for moment. “Well, I know how you feel. These holiday weeks usually depress me too.”

“Why is that?” Cheerilee asked.

“Well, business starts getting slow.” Berry moped.

Cheerilee huffed at her. “So what, are you afraid you'll lose bits?”

“No...“ Berry felt taken aback by her snide remark. “It's not the money part I care about. I enjoy socializing with many of the interesting ponies that come in here. If you were to write down the amount of stories I have been told. It could fill the shelves of the Canterlot library, twice!” Berry, in the midst of her speech, had stood on her hind legs with her forelegs stretched out in a dramatic pose.

Cheerilee stared wide eyed at her.

Following the now awkward silence, Berry sat back down. “Though... I can't say I remember all of them. Whenever my usual patrons come in, I can't help but drink with them.”

“Isn't that a little risky?”

“Yeah, if you don't know what you're doing.” Berry said confidently. “I never let myself get too drunk around them, nor do I let them drink more than their fair share. My limit for anypony is four shots of any strong drink, and that's it.”

Cheerilee had a disheartened look,“ I'm sorry for being rude. From what I've heard, most bar owners were about making money and letting their patrons do whatever they want. I assumed- ”

“Don't worry about it.” Berry waved a hoof. “I know a few bars that are like that. A lot of bar owners have a bad reputation with letting their patrons do whatever they want, but, to me, running a bar is about having a place where older ponies spend time to have fun and forget their worries for a night. At least without it ending in a bar fight, but if there so happens to be one....” Berry pumped her chest. “I’m no pushover; If they were to start it, I'll be sure to end it with a black eye and their flanks out of my bar.”

“Huh, you are an interesting pony Ms... ”

“Berry Punch!” The bar mare grinned. “And welcome to ‘Spiked Punch.’ The pride and joy of my life.”

Cheerilee laughed. “Indeed it is. Well, thank you for the warm welcome. I can tell you take very good care of your bar.” She looked around. “ There isn't a single spot that isn't clean or damaged.”

Berry beamed with pride. “Thanks. I should take care of it, or working my flank off at Sweet Apple Acres for five years would have been pointless.”

“Wow! You didn't take out a loan to buy this place?” Cheerilee asked, staring at the impressive mare.

“Nope.” Berry answered, still beaming. “I figured that if I was going to own my own bar, I would rather have full ownership than deal with the stress of paying the monthly fees to the bank.”

Cheerliee nodded. “I’m impressed, Ms. Punch, in more ways than one.”

“I’m glad you approve.” Berry returned the nod, with a sly smile. “So, since I shared a bit about myself, I think you're obligated to tell me why you were wandering outside by yourself.”

Cheerilee sighed. “Yes, I suppose I am. I figured you were going to get me to talk eventually. You sneaky mare.”

“You know it...Ms. Cheerilee.” Berry's sly smile turned into a grin as Cheerilee's eyes widen at the statement.

“How do you know who I am?”

Berry giggled. “Who doesn't know Ponyville's finest teacher since you replaced your mother?”

Cheerilee blushed. “Well, thank you. I didn’t realize that I was so popular. It was always my mother who seemed to grab everyone’s attention.”

“Yeah, she was pretty cool. She was always so full of energy, and cheerful around us when I was filly,” Berry said with a calm smile.

“Even after my father left us, she was like that until she passed away.” Cheerilee added, then sighed. “She took care of me, and teached with a smile on her face, all by herself.” She turned her head away from Berry and mumbled, “I don’t know how she did it.”

Berry got up next to Cheerilee and gently pulled her muzzle to face her. “Hey...“ Berry began with a soft smile. “I don’t think she was alone.”

Cheerilee stared back a little confused and uncomfortable at how close Berry was to her. “What do you mean?”

“Well, she always had you and I think that’s what made her happy.”

Memories of her and her mother spending time together came pouring into her head. There was always a smile on her mother’s face. “Yo- you think so?” Cheerilee asked, tearing up.

Berry nodded. “I know so.”

A small tear slid down Cheerilee’s muzzle as she removed the blanket and hugged Berry. “Thank you. That means a lot.” She pulled back from Berry and sniffled softly.

“You’re welcome.” Berry said quietly, and patted her back assuredly. “You gonna be alright?”

Cheerilee sat back down wiping a tear from her face. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” She looked up at Berry. “You have any tissues?”

“I do. I’ll go get you some.” Berry quickly went behind the bar, grabbed some tissues, and a trash can.

She is being too nice to me. Cheerilee thought as she watched Berry. I wonder if she...

“Here ya go.” Berry hoofed them to Cheerilee. She nodded, blew her nose a couple of times, and threw them away into Berry’s trash can.

“I must look pretty pathetic, huh?” Cheerliee asked, nose still stuffy.

“No, quite the opposite, actually.” Berry said as she sat and scooted closer to Cheerilee. “I have ponies come in here who cry about the most pointless things. One mare came in a week ago, had a few drinks and began crying something about ‘wishing they could live in the human world’.” She slapped her knee and laughed.

“Wha...” Cheerilee bursted out laughing. “The human world? What in the name of Celestia is that?”

Berry smiled at Cheerilee. “I have no idea, but she was pretty drunk. So, I think she was just making it up.”

Cheerilee’s laugh calmed and she nodded. “Yeah, more than likely.”

“Which reminds me...” Berry got up from her seat, trotted behind the bar, and stood up on her hind legs. She moved her hoof across the alcohol rack, until she spotted the bottle she wanted and grabbed it. As she returned to her seat, Cheerilee watched Berry awkwardly. “Ummm, what is that?”

“This, Ms. Cheerilee, is a 15 year old bottle of Applejack Daniels whiskey.” Berry said, grinning as she held the bottle up to Cheerilee.

“And we are going to... “

“Drink it?” Cheerilee took the bottle from her hooves and examined it as Berry spoke. “Yes, we’ll have some.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m a school teacher; It’s frowned upon for somepony in my position to drink.” Cheerilee said.

“Aww, come on, live a little. It’s not like anypony is gonna find out. There is a snowstorm outside. They’re all at home tucked away in their beds. It’s only you and me in here.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one I’m afraid of.” Cheerilee smirked.

Berry snorted. “Hah! Oh, alright then. I see how it is. You don’t trust me?” she brought one of her hooves to her heart. “That hurts me right here.”

Cheerilee giggled. “No, that’s not it. It’s just that I have never had alcohol.”

Berry waved a hoof at her. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve dealt with new drinkers before.”

“I don’t know...“ Cheerilee stared at the bottle then looked up at Berry with a soft smile. “Alright, I’ll try some, but just one glass.” She held up a hoof to Berry.

“Great!” Berry shouted. “I’ll get some glasses.” trotted behind the bar again for the shot glasses. Cheerilee shook her head. “You seem a little too enthusiastic about this.”

“Besides socializing, alcohol is another one of my passions, and sharing it with others is a pleasure.” Berry grinned from ear-to-ear as she returned with the shot glasses.

They pulled up their chairs to the glossened table behind them. Cheerilee hoofed the bottle over to Berry. She unscrewed the top off with her mouth, and poured the whiskey into the two glasses. They both lifted up their glasses, toasting to one another.

“So what should we drink to?” Cheerilee asked

Berry tapped her chin. “Hmmm...how about to the snowstorm?” She posed the suggestion comically.

“I like that.” Cheerilee clinked her glass against Berry’s. ”To the snowstorm.” She watched as Berry tipped her head back and chugged the shot. Cheerilee followed suit and quickly shook her head, shivering in response to the strength of the alcohol. “That’s really strong, but has a nice, sweet apple aftertaste.”

“Oh, yeah that’s Applejack Daniels.” Berry said smacking her lips.

Cheerilee had her glass up in the air, staring at it intently. “You know what? I think I’ll have another.”

Berry’s eyes widen. “Really?”

“Mhm, it was good, and I think I deserve to let loose for one night.”

“YEAH! Now we’re talking.” Berry grinned.

She poured themselves another two glasses of whiskey.

The teacher downed the liquid quicker than before. “Hey, It didn’t even burn that time, but I still tasted the apple.” Cheerilee giggled.

Berry chuckled. “Yeah, that’s your mouth going numb. You’re already tipsy.”

Cheerilee looked at Berry with a goofy smile as she set the glass on the table. “I didn't know being tipsy would feel this good. I would like another.” She slid the glass back to Berry.

Berry nodded and poured two more. “I am glad you’re enthusiastic about it, but one more and that will be enough. You drink anymore and you'll feel feel horrible in the morning.”

“I understand.“Cheerilee looked at the floor, downtrodden, but raised her head quickly with a wide grin. “You know, Berry. If I had met you on the street I would have never thought you were a bartender.” She drank her final shot, set it on the table, and swayed a bit. “Once again...very tasty.”

Berry followed her lead, but was more resilient. “Thank you.” The bar mare blushed. “When you’ve been running a bar for six years, you pick up a few tricks of the trade.”

Cheerilee tried to nod but toppled over backwards/ Berry rose from her chair quickly and caught her. “Your bar’s spinning in circles, Ms. Berry.” She rolled her head to face Berry. Her left eyelid was partially open, with a sly smile on her face as she asked, “Did you install a merry-go-round?” she laughed whole-heartedly.

Berry shook her and giggled. “Somepony can’t handle their alcohol.” She lifted Cheerilee up straight.

“No, no I can not.” Cheerilee turned and looked at Berry. “You...live alone, Ms. Berry?”

Berry raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I do, actually. Why do you ask?”

“Well, because I live alone...“ She hung her head low over the table. “and I started feeling secluded.” She paused, pondering her thoughts. “Have you ever felt like that?” Cheerilee turned her head to look at Berry.

“Ummm...Yeah, sometimes. I usually stay busy throughout the year, so I don’t think about it much.” Berry sighed. “ Though when the holidays come around, business slows, and I get that feeling.” She rubbed the edge of her shot glass.

“Yeah, that’s why I was roaming outside so late.” Cheerilee waved a hoof uncontrollably. “Every year, I would spend Hearth’s Warming Eve with my mother, but this year...“ Tears fell onto the table as she looked away from Berry, trying to hide in a desperate attempt to save face.

Berry stood up on her hind legs and pulled Cheerilee into a hug with her head leaning against her shoulder. “ I know, I know,” Berry said quietly. “But, if it helps, you’re not alone tonight.”

Cheerilee pulled away from Berry Punch and stared into her eyes.

Berry noticed that Cheerilee’s lips curved into a sly smile. Her head moved toward Berry’s, and kissed her on the mouth. Berry turned a deep crimson. “I- I...Wha- what was that for?”

Cheerilee giggled at Berry’s stammering.“You have been really kind and generous to me since I came barreling in here.” She still had her eyes on Berry. “You’re the first pony I have talked to about my mother’s passing, since her funeral.” She moved her eyes to right towards the fire, and bit her lip. “I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol talking, but...I think I may like you...a lot.” She paused for a moment. "Would you-...how would you feel if I called you pretty?"

“Oh, I uh... “ Berry gave a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of her head. “I- I wouldn’t mind that at all.” She grinned sheepishly. “Considering that... I felt the same way about you for a while now.”

“You have?” Cheerlie said, wide-eyed.

“Well...yeah,” Berry said as she looked back at Cheerilee. “I think you’re an amazing teacher that cares for her students, and even after when your mother passed, you never changed.”

“Have you been watching me, Berry?” Cheerilee cooed.

Berry’s face turned redder than it had all night. “I didn’t mean it like...you were...“

She was silenced by Cheerilee quickly kissing her. Berry went stiff as a board at first, but she easily melted into the kiss. Cheerilee opened her mouth slightly, giving Berry the chance to slip her tongue inside. Their tongues met and they could taste the sweet apple alcohol that made them both shiver and moan with each brush.

As they continued to slide their tongues against each other, Berry glided her hoof down Cheerilee’s body, barely touching the top of her fur and made Cheerilee tremble weakly. Her hoof grazed Cheerilee’s marehood, and caused Cheerilee to release from their kiss, moaning loudly with only a string of saliva still connecting their mouths.

Berry raised her hoof up to her face and saw that a decent amount of her fur was wet. Smiling, she licked some of it off and looked back at Cheerilee seductively. “Somepony is excited.”

Breathing hard, Cheerilee responded with a nod and nudged Berry’s hoof back down to her moist sex. Berry chuckled and continued her teasing, by scraping the edge of Cheerilee’s fur, down between her legs, and eased her hoof inside the wet vag. Cheerilee’s body made a quick jolt, and a loud moan escaped her mouth.

Berry grinned at her, and began to slowly rub the inner walls. Cheerilee held onto Berry tightly, and after every rotation her moans were growing in pitch. This made Berry increase her pace on the pink lower lips, making Cheerilee squeeze herself against Berry while breathing hard, eliciting little squeaks all the while. Cheerilee went completely stiff against Berry, holding her breath with her mouth hanging open as her body goes limp. Berry gently set the satisfied Cheerilee back in her seat.

Cheerilee still sat and watched as Berry raised her soaked hoof to her mouth to suck on it. “You like that?”

Berry nodded and grinned. “It tastes like a fine white wine I had once, with a hint of cherry.”

Giggling, Cheerilee got up and leaned against Berry, caressing her chest as she spoke. “Well, would you mind if I got a taste of yours?”

“How could I refuse?” Berry said with a crooked smile.

Cheerilee grabbed Berry, pushed her against the table and leaned up onto her, making her fall on top of it. She then crawled on top of Berry and brought her head down next to her neck, nipped at it and sent a wave of tingles down the bar mare’s body. Berry watched with eyelids halfway open as Cheerilee eased herself down her body with the edge of her tongue sliding across it. The feeling of her tongue was warm and wet made Berry's marehood moist with anticipation.

Once Cheerilee reached Berry's lower region, her tongue was at the very tip of Berry's sex. She teased Berry by slightly licking the outer edges of it. This drove Berry to flinching and gasping with pleasure at each lap of her tongue. She slowly slipped her tongue inside and successfully received a moan from Berry. Her tongue crept along the inner walls getting the full taste of her pink flesh.

Berry could tell that Cheerilee had never done this before, but her tongue smoothly caressing her sensitive vag and making her moan louder convinced her that Cheerliee’s lack of experience wasn’t a problem. Cheerilee continued sliding her tongue inside, causing wet clop sounds from it. Berry then spread her legs apart giving Cheerilee an easier access, and she noticed Berry’s bulb.

Even with the lack experience, Cheerilee knew from anatomy that it was a very sensitive area, and brought her mouth over it with her tongue sliding against it. Berry’s body grew stiffer under the sudden attack on her clit, and released a loud groan. She began to breathe heavily, and her moans echoed through the bar. Berry could sense her orgasim coming, and Cheerilee sped up her tongue’s movement across the bulb. One final nip at it sent Berry over edge and her juices flowed slowly from her sex.

Cheerilee gave a final lick to clean the mess she had made, causing Berry to jolt quickly in surprise.

“That’s... still sensitive.” Berry said with a chuckle while breathing heavily, and looking up at Cheerilee.

Spending a moment to catching her breath and sitting up from the table, Cheerilee cooed, “I’m sorry.” She laughed a little. “I wanted some of that fine wine you were talking about.” Cheerilee sat down. “Although, to be honest, it didn’t taste all that great.”

Berry nodded. “Agreed, it’s an acquired taste. Just like wine.” She got up off the table and started crawling on the ground. “But I think I know of a way for it to taste better.” She looked over at Cheerilee with a sly grin. “That’s if you’re up for it.”

Cheerilee stared at Berry, cocking her head to the side with curiosity. “What do you have in mind and why are you on the floor?”

“I’ll tell you in a sec, “ She said while under table. “Also, I’m looking for the two shot glasses and the whiskey.”

“Oh, alright.” Cheerilee giggled at Berry’s fumbling around as she picked up the stuff and placed them on the table.

Cheerilee could see the fire reflect off of Berry’s seductive look. “Take one of these glasses and lay down by the fire.”

There was shaking excitement in her voice, and Cheerilee felt her nethers warm up. What is she thinking? She thought as she trotted over by the fire, and layed down on her side. Berry trotted over Cheerilee, sets the bottle and glass, and, without a word, slightly pushes Cheerilee on her back. Then, Berry grabbed the bottle and poured out two more glasses.

There was a look of confusion on Cheerilee as she spoke. “Wh-what are you... ?”

She was hushed by Berry’s hoof at her lips. “Shhh, just follow my lead.”

Berry grabbed her shot glass, turned around, and crouched down with her sex in Cheerilee’s face. Oh my Celestia, I know what she is doing.

Without warning, Berry poured a little whiskey on Cheerilee’s slit, leaned her head into the teacher’s sex and licked it gently. The alcohol taste was overwhelming and made Berry push her tongue in further. Cheerilee’s mind went hazy and she let out a loud moan in response to the overwhelming sensation. The pleasure was so intense that it made her cum instantly. It wasn’t like anything she felt before.

“That was...crazy!” Cheerilee said.

Berry turned her head around and winked at her. “Mind returning the favor?”

Cheerilee smiled sheepishly and nodded. She was still weak from her orgasm, but managed to pick up her glass, moved Berry’s tail to the left, and trickled some whiskey down her flank. The stream flowed in between her pink lips, making her legs shiver from the alcohol's slight burn. Berry bit her lip anticipation, as Cheerilee licked the dripping sex. She could taste the sweet apple liquid, and sped up.

Berry could barely stand from the onslaught of whiskey tongue and she was breathing heavily, but she enabled herself to pour the rest of her drink on the teacher's pelvis. She watched the liquid flow right over the clit torturing the poor magenta mare too no end as her hind legs stiffened and a muffled moan from inside Berry's flower. Showing no mercy, Berry quickly slipped her tongue down the mare's midsection to the bulb waiting for her.

Once again the teacher could not handle the intense feeling of Berry's magic touch. She leaned back from her connection from Berry's pussy, her face wet, and groaned so loud that it reverberated off the walls. Ho- how does she keep doing that? It's my third time! She thought. Her head fell against the floor exhausted, sight blurry, glass still partially full in her hoof.

Berry turned her head to look at Cheerilee with a cocky tone said, “Tired already, Cherry?”

“Har, har.”

She’s too good. Cheerilee thought, staring at Berry's firm flank with a sly look. I'm not done yet.

“Hehe, it's alright, Cherry. Take a... Ahh!”

With one last bit of her energy, She dumped the rest of the contents of her glass on the bar mare's flanks and swiftly nipped on the light pink mare's clit.

The mix of alcohol, and a surprise attack was too much for the once cocky mare. She let out a pleasured moan, collapsed between Cheerilee's legs spent basking in the glow of her orgasm as her juices flowed on top her chest.

Beaming at what she accomplished, Cheerilee slowly eased her hoof up the worn-out mare's legs.

“No, no please... ,“ Berry said chuckling.

“Am I too much for you, Berry?” The teacher laughed.

Berry scoffed, got up stumbling a bit, laid down behind Cheerilee. “You cheeky mare, just because you got me to cum instantly doesn't make you an expert, Cherry,” She joked.

Cheerilee turned to face the bar mare and stuck her tongue out. “Well I had to do something. You kept overpowering me.”

“I know. I have that effect on some mares” Berry raised her eyebrows several times in a comical fashion.

Cheerilee rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I will get you again next time.”

“Uh huh, I’m sure you...“ She stopped for second, and raised an eyebrow. “ Wait... next time?

The teacher gave an awkward look. “I mean unless you don’t want to do this again. I thought you understood early when I said...”

Berry shook her at Cheerilee's stammering and giggled. “Yes Cherry, I understood what you meant.” She nuzzled up to Cheerilee with her head right up against the magenta mare. In her most serious tone she had spoken in all night, she asked, “Ms. Cheerilee, would you want to be my marefriend?”

Cheerilee squeezed the bar mare in a hug, a small tear leaked from her eye as she whispered, “Yes.”

Berry light smiled appeared knowing that she and the teacher were truly happy.

Cheerilee turned around to face the fire, and Berry cuddled up against her. The floor was hard, and uncomfortable to say the least, but neither of them cared and fell asleep in each other’s embrace.