'Lane and 'Lee, Sitting in a Tree, F-U-C...
Miss Cheerilee could feel the dots of sweat beginning to line her chest and forearms as she pumped the pom-poms in her hands. She’d been at this routine for ten minutes, the beating sun slowly wearing her down. Was it worth it for the whoops and gasps from her class, as the Wonderbolt show above them wrapped up?
“Yes! Yes! Now you know-the ‘Bolts might be your way to go!” Indeed it was; the Ponyville Schoolhouse were all sparkle-eyed at the mini-stunt show she was guiding.
Thunderlane, Fleetfoot, and Blaze’s inside loop had them descending behind Cheerilee as she spread her arms. The three blue-coated blurs touched down beside her; the banner blaring out ‘Bring Your Sibling to School Day’ flapping madly in their wake.
“AWESOME!” cried the jubilant Scootaloo. The bleachers the Wonderbolts had brought down to seat the class creaked under her and Sweetie Belle’s jumping as they clapped. Even Apple Bloom sported a face-splitting smile - when she wasn’t busy keeping Sweetie from falling off her seat. Ten-feet tumbles into the fur-clumping dirt was no way to return to Rarity, after all.
Cheerilee soaked in the adulation, too, for different reasons. She’d had this cheerleader costume for a while, and being in it was a point of pride. Highschool had been quite forgiving in letting her keep the uniform so often seen behind Manehattan High’s sports successes. Her figure was even more forgiving, letting her still fit into it after all these years.
So it was no big deal the top had shrunk so much the tips of her tits strained out underneath the blue hemlines at times. Or that her skirt would act more like a belt when her legs bent up, showing shiny sky-blue panties underneath.
Thankfully, the fillies’ eyes - and her motions - were focused on the Wonderbolts. In Rumble’s sparkling eyes in particular, she knew their interest in their futures had been reignited.
“Now class, being a flight guide for the Wonderbolts is hard. But when yo-woawoawoa!” The school fillies nearly ran her over to shake hands and snap pictures with the aviators themselves. Thankfully, two strong hands caught her around the chest as Featherweight and Button Mash’s collision buckled her legs.
“Need a lift?” The whisper-soft breeze tickling her midriff told Cheerilee that Thunderlane had already done just that. Her body throbbed in joy at seeing so strapping a stallion loom over her. It brought back memories of other satisfying times in this outfit - at least, at the start.
“Thank you, but… don’t you have to be with the other Wonderbolts?”
“Nah. Blaze is the big draw anyways; everyone thinks she’s Spitfire when Spitfire can’t make it.” A light chuckle tickling across her cheek nearly made her eyes cross. His onyx chest bobbed delightfully into her mulberry one as they touched down behind the bleachers. “Besides, I talked enough with my brother before we set this up. Wanna hear about the teacher’s day, for once.”
“Well, you raised a good brother…” Cheerilee breathed. Being so close to Thunderlane, a full head above her, made her hair and clothing feel ten times heavier. Maybe it was soaking in his mountain-breeze cologne, or the salacious curves of his muscles pushing against his suit.
Whatever it was, Cheerilee’s senses drank him in by the gallonful. “I ass-assume you have parents at home waiting to hear about this event?”
“Nah. All alone. Like we are now.” His folded arms flexed out. One knuckled into the top of the bleachers, the other into his hip - which further accentuated his hip dents. “So how did you come up with something like this?”
Cheerilee couldn’t help herself; her eyes were already hovering over his sculpted hips, why not the pillar slightly visible between them? Slowly, her mind whirred - honed from years of dealing with jocks, students, and Spoiled Riches alike. How could she get him to show off tha-
“Miss Cheerilee!”
This voice didn’t come from Thunderlane this time. Cheerilee almost knocked heads with the mohawked stallion as she jumped, Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara inches from them. “Sorry we’re late; Diamond’s mom had us over to see her meeting. Are the Wonderbolts still here?”
Thunderlane chuckled. “Sure they are, scamp. You two can get some photos in if you’re quick.”
Silver Spoon giggled a little before a sharp jab from Tiara restarted their trot toward Fleetfoot. Despite the initial cold shoulder the pink filly gave them, Cheerilee noticed the slight hitch in Tiara’s step as she passed Thunderlane.
“T-thanks, Thunder,” Tiara stammered as her walk turned into a sprint, eyes tearing away from sculpted Wonderbolt rump.
“I’ll see you there soon, children!” Yet Cheerilee’s green eyes were locked on Thunderlane’s front, traveling up the sleek curves of his abdomen. Only his hand shaking her shoulder broke that sensual spell.
“You okay?” Cheerilee nodded a bit more frantically than she would’ve liked. “If it’s the heat, miss, you’re not alone. In fact…”
Instantly, Cheerilee’s jaw dropped almost at the same tempo as the zipper traveling down Thunderlane’s suit. He stopped only halfway down, but the canvas of sweat-dotted obsidian fur it revealed had her thinking thoroughly un-modest thoughts. “These suits for ya - easy to slip on and soar with. Everything else? Up in the air.”
How Cheerilee’s heart and hips throbbed for Thunderlane! For now, her libido was squashed; just like her chest pillows were by the cooling metal of the bleacher backboard. And its former occupants were only a few yards away on the opposite side.
“Nonono, Thunderlane! There’s no need to expose yourself on my behalf...” Cheerilee breathed.
“Don’t know, miss; your eyes seem to be doing that for me.”
Cheerilee’s eyes locked onto Thunderlane’s, the knowing grin on his face making her voice rise. “What are you talking about!? I’ve done no such thing!”
“Right...” drawled Thunderlane. “Ma’am, I’ve known of cockatrices with less penetrating stares.”
Cheerilee’s eyes - and tits - shuddered further. Despite Thunderlane not hearing the lewd squish as they clenched around her swollen clit, her verbal resistance did not. “Well, it’s not. So -ah! - please drop your s-no! This issue!” Her insides twirled like a crimping spring. She wanted to chew him out and choke on his cock, and the balance was swaying dangerously again. Much like her voice as the rippling of lean Wonderbolt muscle teased out her filthiest thoughts. “I only wanted to suck-see where Rumble got his good grades from!”
“Charmed as I am, Miss Cheerilee…” Thunderlane’s hands went up, even as his voice dropped a bit lower. “I still think you’re looking for more than where the good genes come from.”
“S-shut up! Just because you’re a Wonderbolt doesn’t mean yo-” Cheerilee’s hand flicked out, and she thought it launched toward his cheek. She wholly intended it. So why did it land in Thunderlane’s teal mohawk instead?
Before she could stop herself, her plum fingers curled in, tousling those strands of hair. Goodness, Cheerilee thought, how can something this sharp-cut feel so soft? It was then she realized her chest had flattened out on another shockingly soft surface - Thunderlane’s chest. Their generous planes of flesh were against one another, Cheerilee’s nose and mouth suddenly full of mountainous musk.
Just as his wings slowly craned out, ready to take-off, Cheerilee’s mind zeroed in on her new lesson plan for today. She had to have more of him in every gaping hole she had. Screw Spoiled’s rules, she needed Tall, Dark, and Cloptacular now.
Cheerilee's muzzle clashed with Thunderlane’s in a rough kiss. Their first contact was jarring, and for a second, Thunderlane's hand flashed to his jaw to nurse it. But for Cheerilee, the pain had long disappeared under a carnal curtain. Her first act was fisting her hand in Thunderlane’s mohawk and pulling herself into him, wet smacks complementing her sloppy liplock.
“Whoa there, miss-” was all he got out before she caught his lips again, tongue tangling inside his quivering maw. “Your students, they might cat-ummph!” At the feel of Cheerilee’s left leg curling up against his hip dents, Thunderlane’s mind tunneled. His hand greedily clasped that limb and gripped it tight. Like a dumbbell, he helped her work it back and forth across his pelvis. Their humping became as messy as their kiss, clear liquid dripping from both of Cheerilee’s lips.
His hand traveled to her pink mane to return her roughness. His head was almost pointed to the ground with how far he craned down to continue their kiss, but it was worth every strain on his trapezius. Cheerilee was compact, and all the sexier for it. Underneath her billowing fur and curling mane, sleek muscle met his every touch. He moaned into her panting mouth at the sensation, her dusky purple nipples sliding along his chest as their lips clashed.
Cheerilee continued grinding wantonly against him, her motion unimpeded by the sinfully short skirt riding up to her bellybutton. Her thoughts of being caught, of anypony seeing them make out, only made her soak her panties more. Much as her brain rebelled at the thought, Cheerilee was in rapture sucking this stallion’s face off behind the bleachers.
She broke their liplock, smirking slightly at the smudges of shiny pink on Thunderlane’s maw, and obsessed with making further ones. It was the talent of a teacher after all; why not school Thunderlane while they had this break?
“Let’s see why… you’re such a wonder, Thunder…” she cooed into his twitching ear.
The stallion unclenched her hitched leg to assist her. Cheerilee rewarded it with one last hip roll into his, her leaking cunt clenching over his nylon-clad shaft. Thunderlane’s head fell over her shoulder in lusty bliss as Cheerilee made her way down. Nipping at his neck, her deft hands pulled the edges of his indigo suit until it pooled around his elbows. Her nails twisted at his nipples as her kisses went lower.
After his purrs turned to heady pants, her teeth closed on his zipper button. Down it and her lips went, until her snout brushed against a trimmed tuft of blue fur. Realizing what gloriousness laid beneath, Cheerilee batted her tongue at the obscenely visible bulge pushing at her right cheek.
“Hiding stuff from a teacher when she’s working? How naughty, Thunder.” She sucked in her bottom lip enticingly-and a fold of his nylon suit, too. Just around the blunt edge of his cock, her jaw parted, letting the fabric snap back onto that delicious dicktip.
“Cheerilee…” he gasped out.
“No,” His eyelids rose from half-mast in confusion. “Miss Cheerilee...” And how nasty her little game became as her lips smacked against his pecs, one kiss for each. Counting was important for this lesson. He was quite receptive to it, reaching around her bountiful chest to cup at her tits. The feel of his rough hands pawing at her areolas was electrifying.
Cheerilee was drowning in this carnal cocktail. Even as Thunderlane’s hands let go of her breasts to let her puddle his suit past hip level, speed wasn’t her goal. It was getting her lips around that fat fuckstick before she died of thirst for his cum.
And as the first slap of his mammoth maresplitter against her snout, her jaw jutted open, the first of a rare series of curses silently spilling from it. Cheerilee’s nostrils had far left that mountaintop; now it was an ozone-laden, jungle-thick musk clogging them. And she loved it even more, wet kisses laid up all the way up his twitching shaft.
“Aww, you shouldn’t have gotten me this for our meeting.” Cheerilee’s hand tugged down his twelve-and-a-half-inch member, pulling it to her mouth now. A defeated corner of her mind noted it was the same in inches as his little brother was in years. “I’d prefer apples, but… this much protein should keep me up all day long.”
Thunderlane had been driven speechless by the sight of Miss Cheerilee on her knees, her breath baking his meatrod to a firm texture. The second she decided to sink that mulberry maw onto it, his last thoughts of worry rocketed away faster than a speeding Spitfire.
“M-Miss Cheer-aaah!” His hand went to the backboard of the bleachers, white-knuckling it while Cheerilee slurped his dick. Her head tilted lower as she sucked, pulling him further down her gullet.
Cheerilee used that angle to brush her snout against one of his swinging testes. The other half of his nutsack was fondled by her hand. Her nails tracing equations and fractions on them as she sucked him off noisily, only to pull back for a brief second.
“So tasty. So huge. Hold me on this… till it all sinks in.” Back into her saliva-dripping throat went Thunderlane’s black cock. Two hands shot into her fluffy pink mane, cradling it as her girth-gobbling deepened. Within seconds, she’d deepthroated nine inches of his colossal cock, and her right hand massaged his sensitive sack faster. Rivers of drool soon slathered over Thunderlane’s meat and nuts in a way that left both ponies shuddering.
Cheerilee’s hips shot up, knees pulling in as her ass bounced tauntingly in Thunderlane’s periphery. This also meant her white skirt rolled back to her rump’s edge, again leaving her soaked underwear exposed. Two of the fingers on her right hand tugged the sodden scrap of velcro to her knees.
It was at this moment that a debased thought wormed into Thunderlane’s mind. Quickly, he bent his upper body over her. Cheerilee was too busy headbanging on his shaft to notice the Wonderbolt’s latest maneuver. But as her right hand went up to plunge into her drenched pussy, her entire body thrashed at the two onyx fingers that slammed in before hers.
“Mmmmnhph!” Cheerilee's mind-melting moan nearly made Thunderlane collapse. As he pulled back and snapped his hips into her gurgling gullet, his right hand did the same to her pussy. Two velveteen caverns took his appendages with unmatched avidity. But her twat was somehow tighter than her throat, clenching around his pistoning fingers as if to milk them dry.
Her left hand then went to her sunflower-stamped flanks, slapping them to feel her cunt squelch and clench around his thrusting digits harder. He wedged two more fingers into her pussy at the mouth-watering feel, thumb teasing at her puckered hole as he saw her bushy tail flag up.
Both ponies were getting wasted on the feel of the other as their rough thrashing continued. Thunderlane’s fingers and fat dick sped up, the spitroasted schoolteacher between them convulsing even more. He could see her ass-slaps get harsher, swishes of red springing up on her plump rump with every crack of her palm. He could feel her deepthroating turning feral, maw now joining her tongue in twisting around his meatlog.
Seeing Cheerilee undulate under him, Thunderlane didn’t last long. Several more hip-thrusts into her tongue-twirling muzzle and his tip flared out around her windpipe. His orgasm hit almost as hard as he did in her clit as his charcoal volcano erupted in her throat.
Cheerilee's ball-fondling hand went to his sheath instead, squeezing it much like her hips squeezed at his snatch-stuffed hand. She gagged at the load, ropes of scorching seed planting in her stomach. Her other hand went to Thunderlane’s teal tail, and in a move that made his back and wings arch, pulled on it hard enough to unroot his dick from her muzzle.
As he soon saw, Cheerilee legs were drenched in wetness, but she was too composed to have cum. If her dark-lidded eyes didn’t show it, the thrill from how tightly her arms wound around him did. “Fuck me. I don’t care how; just pump me full of foals. More than those In. This. Yard.”
Thunderlane, much as he wanted to oblige, could still feel his meat wilting under him from the pressure Cheerilee wrought upon it. Plus, sweet sanity was leaking into his head as the sweat poured out.
Another idea sparked in his mind, thankfully. “Not unless we’re up against that tree.” His thumb jutted out towards the large spruce tree just outside the schoolhouse limits.
Cheerilee’s eyes scanned around before she responded, her voice Tartarus-low and throaty. “Well, then, Thunder… lead the way.” Her tail lashed at the ground in anticipation, picking up one of her discarded pom-poms. It gave him time to kick off the rest of his suit, kicking it under the bleachers.
Again, Thunderlane’s hands propped up Cheerilee’s legs to improve her grip on him. His wings pumped furiously, taking them behind the tree before the Wonderbolt-accosted fillies even knew what’d happened. Flapping up, the two ponies landed on a particularly thick branch. Cheerilee immediately nestled her arms around the trunk as her ass slid over his juicy cock again.
His stallionhood crept up to meet her, his breath hitched, but Thunderlane’s resolve steeled this time. Cheerilee had prodded him enough.
His hands went to her tail, knuckling around the heaped helping of pink hair before slowly pulling her up. Her legs trembled, but she braced them on the branch as her winking pussy was dragged to Thunderlane’s chin level. His other hand caught the pom-pom still tangled in that tail, looping around her calves to keep her steady.
“Well, Thunder? Sink it in-oh! Yes!” Her hips jerked and twitched around what Thunderlane had pushed into her swollen slot. However, it wasn’t his slickened dick, stiff as it was getting between his branch-clutching legs. No, it was his tongue that speared her folds, lapping at her clit in between thrusts. He was soon rewarded for his extracurricular activities with spurts of cuntsap, the crystalline bath soaking his chin.
The second his dick hit its dozen-inch prominence again, Thunderlane pulled back from the stimulated schoolteacher. Shifting their position, Cheerilee was soon panting as her back met his chest. Her legs carefully braced against him, resting on his wide thighs.
Her cunt dripped onto his charcoal spermstack; but even now she faltered. She wasn’t worried about being broken on it, but of what would happen if they fell off. There was no way she was getting off his dick until he’d bred her to bursting. “You’re a Wonderbolt - can you hang on for this?” Another gyrate of her generous glutes, and more nectar gushed out, glazing his girth.
“D-damn sure, Miss Cheerilee.” replied the naked stallion, his legs looped around the smooth tree-limb.
“Good answer, Thunder. I’ll definitely hold you after class.” And her hips sank onto his shaft at last, the tip popping past her tight tunnel. Thunderlane clapped a palm over his mouth to keep from screaming at her luxurious tightness. From her pink walks clamping on his glistening girth to her taut ass twitching on its shaft, Cheerilee was a fucking vice around the Wonderbolt.
Then she drew herself back up on shaking knees, inch by inch of well-done meat slipping around her cunt. The second his tip caught on the lip of her hole, she braced her hands on the branch, gave Thunderlane a smoldering stare, and slid her feet off his thighs.
Her knees and lower lips slammed into Thunderlane again, and his teeth bit so hard into his hand it left grooves in the flesh. Despite the sting of her crash-landing, the pleasure soon washed it away. Sparks and flares lit up behind his eyelids as Cheerilee wildly bounced on his stallionhood, the tree-limb wobbling as hard as the ponies fucking upon it.
“So big! Fuck-ummphmh!” Thunderlane almost had a cardiac hearing Cheerilee as she howled for him like a ravenous Timberwolf. They’d be caught if she cried much longer! Instinctually, he flipped out the pom-pom he held, jamming it into the teacher’s mouth. The frills of the pom-pom rested against her chest floof, but not for long. She quickly shot the Wonderbolt a dirty look.
The look vanished as he apologetically thrust his hips into her soaked snatch again, making her melt. Both ponies were now slamming their hips to meet the other. The slight slapslapslap of their sticky thighs jostled some birds from the nests above them. But Thunderlane, with the bark shooting barbs into him as he screwed Cheerilee senseless, needed more.
Apparently, the schoolteacher did too, if her muffled gasps of “Haadaaa,” hinted at it enough. On the next pump of his shaft into her, he pulled in her arms behind her, yanking her back until they were flush against each other. Her left leg flopped and thrashed as her position was disrupted, only for Thunderlane to heave it up alongside her left arm.
Trapping Cheerilee in a half-chickenwing, Thunderlane hammered her squirting snatch relentlessly. His new angle let him slam against a bud of clinging nerves. The second he connected, Cheerilee’s head was suddenly banging against his shoulder as she screamed around her pom-pom gag.
Once more, they bucked together, her hair whipping side to side. The tremble of her hip showed how close she was, and soon, one of Cheerilee’s languid ideas slipped free. Her free arm tugged at Thunderlane’s as he massaged her red-raw flanks, guiding it to a plum nipple. As he tweaked it enough to send her hips swiveling into him, her hand then went to her overstuffed clit. Two fingers kneaded at her button as she leaned against him and the trunk as they rutted.
In a blur of yellow and blue tassels, Cheerilee yanked the pom-pom free from her maw. Thankfully for Thunderlane, she had a new cover for her mouth; his own. The words “Breed m-” were all that left her maw before it-and her orgasm-crashed into him. Her pussy spasmed; streams of marcum glazing her as her body writhed around his.
The pressure finally caused him to bust his own seal, hilting fully in Cheerilee as his second climax hit hard. Her belly bulged slightly with the size of the payload Thunderlane firehosed into her, her hand clenching her stopped snatch to keep it all in her.
Both of them fell against the thick branch, Thunderlane’s wings and tail having spared him bruises from the bark. His veiny cock, that obsidian totem of virility, felt so good as it came out of her cream-filled cunt that Cheerilee gasped hotly into his mouth. Slowly, she pulled down her crumpled white top over her breasts, ignoring that it was still over his groping hand.
“Are you finished, Miss Cheerilee?”
Now it was Cheerilee's turn to clutch at her chest as Spoiled Rich glared up at her from the lone hole in their leafy cubby. “M-miss Rich! I’ll be down in a-wait, how did you even know I was-?”
A flip of Spoiled's hand brought out the crumpled and folded suit of Thunderlane. “Be lucky I found it before the ‘Bolts and fillies did, teacher.”
“I swear, Miss Rich; Cheerilee had nothing to do with starting this!” The mulberry mare’s heart throbbed again seeing Thunderlane stick up for her. “I’ll take the blame; just throw me my-”
“Save it, both of you. We have rules about this.” A snide smile curled up her pink maw. “No fucking volunteers on school time, teacher… unless I’ve had them first.”
Cheerilee rolled her eyes. Thunderlane’s nearly bugged out of his skull. “Sorry, what?”
“Of course Soarin didn’t tell you both. Amateurs.” Spoiled tossed her violet mane back. “Suit comes home with me. You know what to do to get it back.”
As Thunderlane spluttered an apology to her and sped off after Spoiled, Cheerilee sighed. Yes, she was lucky in so many ways. But sometimes, she regretted not contesting the “Winner gets the Spoiled” part of her teaching contract.
That would be a story for the Ponyville School Board… and another time.
