Anonymous requested:
“MacxCheerilee”
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Simple
Now, listen here, boy. Big Macintosh was a simple pony. He woke up, he ate, he worked, and he slept. Then, the next day, he would wake up, eat, work and sleep. All without missing a beat. A true well oiled-machine, that man. However, like all machines, he was rather, well...simple. No surprises there. No glitz, glam, or special flair for him to bother with. None of that fancy-shmancy ‘magic’ or ‘wings’. Still, he never did need those things to be good at his job. No, no, bold, red and cornbread fed, he was a true earth colt. He just happened to be awfully, terribly, horribly...simple.
As a simple pony though, as one would assume, he had simple pony needs. Now, most of those needs were rather mundane and pointless to mention, such as eating, drinking, and sleeping. But now, others....well, those are a different story completely. Now, understand that ponies have instincts. Some of those instincts are fine and dandy, but some of the others were a bit more...primal.
The reliable fella he was, Big Mac could always take care of most needs himself, but there were some exceptions. Namely, one. One which just happened to decide to plague his mind today.
Sex.
He would take anything, a mare, a filly, hell, maybe even a griffin. At least for today, he really just couldn't bring himself to actually care about small details like that. Anything that had four legs and walked around looked do-able in his eyes right about now. Once he’d find a mare that he’d normally see as attractive, God help him, because it would take all of his will to not go over and mount her right there.
There was still one teeny-tiny problem, though. He had no idea about sex. Being so sheltered most of his life, he never really had the time or place for girls. The only reason he actually even knew that sex existed was because Breburn had once brought a cheap porn magazine over when they were foals. So now he was stuck with this fanatical urge to go do every mare in town, with no real way to solve it without making himself look like an idiot. However, as our faithful protagonist will find out today, some things could only be solved with a bit of a...woman’s touch.
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Big Macintosh nervously shuffled around Ponyville, a nervous sweat accenting his brow. Why him? Out of every single apple-picking pony at that forsaken farm, why was he chosen to go into town today? Heck, he couldn't even remember why he was here or what he was supposed to be getting! In fact, the only actual coherent thoughts he could garble out of his spinning head were all about how good that little red-violet mare across the street looked.
Now, when he said good, know that he actually meant that she looked damn near perfect. The way that her light purple and pink mane framed her face...the way her sage colored eyes shone through...boy, it made something in Big Mac warm and fuzzy. The feeling grew inside him the more he looked at her, almost to the point where he didn’t want to look away. It was like she was some sort of magnet, he couldn't even pry his eyes away from her for a second. She just seemed to invoke a warm feeling in his heart. Actually, now that he thought about it, it seemed like that warm feeling was a little bit lower...
Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. Not in public. He was not going to do this in public. As stealthily as a pony as big as him could, Big Mac carefully ducked down into the nearest alleyway. He quickly, but calmly, tread away from the street, farther and farther back into the dark recesses of the space between the buildings, taking every turn he saw and not caring a single bit about where he was going or how he was getting there. Once he felt he gained enough distance from other’s eyes, he finally stopped for a moment and leaned back against a wall, the privacy still doing nothing to lessen his own shame.
Today, it seemed every thing was coming up tails for him. Turns out that ‘warm feeling’ wasn't some emotional soul mate-type feel. No, instead, it was him getting an erection, a rather large one at that, from staring at that oh-so-fine firecracker back there. He sighed, ashamed of himself for not keeping a hold of his thoughts. If he was ever going to get through today, he really was going to need to get back in control of himself.
Looking back up, Big Mac decided that he needed to head home now before he woke up next to some mare that he didn’t even know. He figured that he could just go back and say that the store was all out of..whatever he was supposed to get. Except there was one problem. Since he had only been thinking about getting away from that damned street, He was now way off-course and had absolutely no idea whatsoever of where he was, much less where home was. All he could see was just back alleys and roads headed in every direction. He might as well have been a mouse in a maze.
Well, Mac thought as he began to get up, sittin’ here whining about it ain’t gonna fix anything. He checked the area around him for stray ponies, not wanting anyone to see his ‘problem’, before finally setting out to nowhere. A new feeling of spirit and vigor filling him, he hummed a tune as he walked, turned the corner and...
SMACK!
...slammed right into some poor pony. A loud ‘Oof!’ was the only warning Big Mac got before both of them tumbled to the ground. They both painfully pounded onto the pavement. Mac’s head crashed on the ground hard from momentum, sending a jolt of pain throughout his body as the world around him spun. He rolled over onto his stomach with a groan of agony, his head beginning to swim as his vison blurred. He could hear someone saying something, but he really couldn’t make it out, as if he was hearing whispers from far away.
Eventually, his sight started coming back into focus, Big Mac remembered where he was and what just happened. Well, shit, he cursed in his head, bumpin’ into somepony like that with a boner probably wasn't the best idea. Grunting again once more, more out of reluctance then pain this time, he shakily lifted himself off the ground, still unstable from pounding his head. A lime green saddlebag had apparently ended up near him in the fall, presumably the other pony’s.
Once Big Mac’s head cleared up a tiny bit, he picked up the bag off the ground, taking the leather strap in his mouth. It was the least he could do. After all, he kind of was the one who made it fall. “Here, I gotcha.” Mac said, hefting the surprisingly heavy bag up and turning around to face his accidental victim, doing his very darnedest to cover his still semi-hard stallionhood by awkwardly crossing his legs. “Sorry ‘bout that, I was...”
Mac stopped in his tracks, noticing the familiar poofy mane before anything else. Well, today just keeps getting better and better, he grudgingly realized, somehow even his thoughts starting to flood with sarcasm. Evidently, he wasn’t the only one who felt like going through the alleys. Proof of that was right in front of him. That perky, precious little filly he was eyeing across the street earlier, maybe?
Nope. She was probably somewhere far, far away by now. But Cheerilee wasn't. No, she was actually right in front of Big Mac, wide eyes and all.
“Well, hello there, Big Macintosh! Why, I haven’t seen you since we were both just kids in school!” Cheerilee’s twinkling laugh rang in Big Mac’s ears, making something inside him melt. She thankfully took her saddlebag from him, her mouth getting a little too close for Big Mac’s taste, but it was probably just fine for her. In one fluid movement, she gracefully slung it back onto her haunches. She turned her attention back towards the stallion in front of her.
“Uh...hey.” Big Mac flashed an awkward smile towards her, zoning out for a moment before suddenly coming back down to earth. “Oh! Uh...I mean..sorry ‘bout running into ya like that...” He nervously scratched the back of his head, struggling to scrap around for words.
“Oh, It’s fine! I was actually wondering if you were okay! You seemed like you hit your head pretty hard.” Cheerilee came in close to Big Mac, inspecting the side of his head intently. “Are you sure your fine?”
“Uh, yeah, probably just a scrape or somethin’...” Okay, her circling around him really wasn't helping him stay in control of himself.
She stopped back in front of him, seemingly satisfied. “If you say so. Hey, do you want to help walk me home? It be great to catch up with you. I promise it won’t take long.” The pleading eyes and smile she fabricated nearly made Big Mac’s heart stop. Of course, instead of stopping, it kept on fluttering nervously.
“Sure thing...” Even though getting hit on the head probably wasn't helping, Big Mac was rapidly getting intoxicated by her beauty, her smell, her sound. Everything about her was starting to draw him in, like the pony back on the street. It made him wonder what she tasted like...
Cheerilee leaped up off the ground with an excited squeal, forgetting that she was in public. She tilted her head down slightly as an embarrassed blush crept up to her already dark cheeks. “Sorry, sometimes I get a little ‘carried away’.”
“Oh, that’s fine...” Truth is, Big Mac actually liked that sound. He pondered how much she really did scream, letting his mind get a little carried away with itself. “Just fine...” he added quietly.
Cheerilee seemed to take a huge relief in his approval, because, right then, she hopped up again squealed just as loudly. She landed with gusto, rearing to get going. “Well, lets go then, huh?” She turned around and started marching in some unknown direction, apparently knowing her way around this place.
Big Mac followed her, somewhat reluctantly, but also somewhat admiringly. He knew this wouldn't, no, it couldn’t, end well, but all he knew was that he anticipated where this was going. Whether it be some awkward rejection of disgust or some ‘happy ending’, he didn’t care.
The rhythmic swaying of the girl’s luscious hips in front of him was mesmerizing. It was like he couldn’t look away, it made him nuts. However, the worst part of all this was that Cheerilee had no idea what he was thinking. She was just charging ahead bubbly, humming a sing-song tune as they walked. God, some of the scenarios in Big Mac’s head...even he couldn’t believe that he was thinking these things. About his friend, too!
Big Mac could feel his erection starting to come back again, the mare in front of him just fanning the flames. This was a bad idea, he just knew it. He could have just ran away, or waited in the alley. He should have just said ‘No’ to her. Something is bound to go wrong, he just knew it, and, in all honestly, he didn’t know if he could control himself when that happened.
“So, Big Mac, what brings you to this side of Ponyville?” Cheerilee’s sudden question snapped Big Mac out of his thoughts. She looked back at him with a bright grin.
“Oh, I was uh...” Big Mac tried to fabricate some white lie of why he actually was in Ponyville, but doing that is kind of hard when you don’t even know why yourself. “...well, I darn pretty much forgot myself.” He chucked timidly, hoping she’d understand.
“You forgot why you were here in the first place?” She raised an eyebrow skeptically at him and cocked her head. “You sure you didn’t hit yourself too hard?”
Big Mac shrugged and looked back at her. “Yeah, I just got a little...distracted...” he trailed off, subtly raking his eyes over the generous curve of Cheerilee’s flank. It was like he was in some kind of trance, every movement from her body captivating him. This was pure torture to him.
“Distracted, huh? That’s what their calling concussions these days?” She jokingly teased him, her warm smile only enhancing her already pleasant demeanor. God, she was pretty. Big Mac’s observation was stopped, however, when she spoke again. “Well, I usually use this place as a nice, little shortcut from work to my house, but anyhow...what have you been up to? Still on that big, old farm of yours?”
“Yup. Haven’t ever been to get outta there, never will. Not that I’d ever want to.” Big Mac could see them coming up on the street. “What about you? What are you doing now?” He was actually genuinely curious about what his old friend had been calling ‘work’ now, despite also wanting her to just keep on talking with that voice of hers.
“Well, now I have a job as a teacher at the local school round here.” The way she said ‘teacher’ clearly showed just how much she actually liked her profession. It was like she was talking about a good memory, or a book she really, really enjoyed.
“Really?” Big Mac was astounded that the loud, fun, and party loving filly he knew back in school had actually decided to pursue such an opposite quality workplace. He would have figured she would have ended up somewhere like Scratch, making music or partying all night. Things really have changed, he guessed.
“Yeah! I just love everything about it! The books, the kids, the lessons...it’s perfect! And then there’s the...” Just talking about what she did got her bouncing on her hooves and gesticulating rapidly. Even though she was wildly enthusiastic, Cheerilee did tend to...prattle on a bit, so Big Mac figured she wouldn’t mind if he dropped out on listening. However, she looked back at him suddenly, her giddy giggles gradually coming back.
“Still single, though!” She winked at him pertly.
That’s where Big Mac’s brain did a complete 180. Now he was all ears, both of them perked up and immediately interested in what she was talking about. He found himself leaning forward to hear her better as they walked onto the cobblestone paved street.
“Yep, that’s what I thought!” Cheerilee said as she chuckled heartily, loving the reaction she got out of him. After calming back down, she started talking about herself again, this time with Big Mac actually listening with intent. “That seems to happen to really any colt I tell that to. Perked ears, wide eyes. It’s pretty funny, actually. I’m not even that pretty, to be honest.”
That phrase actually provoked something inside Big Mac. “Have you looked in a mirror anytime, lil’ lady? I’m surprised that every guy in town doesn't wanna get with you.” It almost drove him to anger, a beautiful mare like Cheerilee putting herself down.
Her cheeks instantly darkened as soon as he said that. She unsuccessfully tried to hide it by lowering her head and flipping her hair. “Thanks, Mac. That means a lot to me.” She got oddly quiet for a while, which, for her at least, was incredibly strange, before coming to a stop before a petite single-story house on the corner. “Well...here we are.” She kicked at the ground idly.
The whole air of the exchange was awkward, anypony could see that, with neither one of them saying anything. Big Mac was pretty sure he could hear a pin drop.
He cleared his throat thoroughly before speaking again. “So, I guess I should get goi-
“Do you want to come inside?” The abrupt question popped out of Cheerilee’s mouth before Big Mac could even finish a sentence. She looked at him hopeful, some of that constant happiness back on her face.
No, say no, say no, say no...Big Mac drilled into his head, but he could still feel that ‘other’ part of him yearning to go inside. C’mon, we’ve rehearsed this. Just say no and get it over with. It felt like it was taking him an eternity to answer a simple question. Just say...
“Sure.”
Shit.
Well, now he was positive that he was screwed. Yeah, maybe it would have been fine with any other mare, he could just awkwardly pretend he knew what he was doing. The worst that could have happened was he embarrassed himself in front of a total stranger. But, no. Today he just had to run into somepony he did know. What happens now, he guessed, was all up in the air.
Cheerilee smiled at him pleasantly. “Well, come on it, then!” She opened up the door and went in, leaving it purposely ajar for him. With a sigh, he solemnly walked on into the house.
“Welcome to my humble abode!”
It was a comfy home, perfect for any run-of-the-mill pony. While it was tiny, what it lacked in space, it made up for in comfort. In the center, there was a single sofa, two recliners flanking its sides, with a coffee table in the middle of it all. On the far side of the room, a open kitchen lay, lain with normal checkerboard tile and a dining table. There was one thing, though.
“Where d’ya sleep in here?” As Big Mac sit down on the cozy couch, he noticed that there was not a single bed in sight.
“Oh, the couch is actually a fold-out bed. It’s not that much, but it does its job.” Cheerilee was in the kitchen putting her saddlebag down on the table before turning around to face him. “You want a drink?”
“Sure. Some water be nice right now.” He really needed something to calm his nerves, even though he was pretty sure all the water in the world couldn’t make him feel any less nervous.
After a while, Cheerilee came back with two glasses of water for each of them, a smirk plastered on her face for some reason. “Here you go.” She said as she handed him his glass, before sitting on the couch next to him.
“Thanks.” Big Mac greedily brought the water to his mouth and tipped it, needing everything he could get right now.
“Now,” Cheerilee started as sat down her water instead of drinking it, a wicked tone creeping into her voice that made Big Mac uneasy “I’m just curious, but is it healthy to have a boner as long as you have?”
Big Mac’s choked on his water, his body jerkily freezing up in reaction. Placing his glass down hard on the coffee table, he coughed to clear up his breathing, but actually more out of shock to Cheerilee’s blunt observation. He glared at her incredulously. “You knew?”
She snorted adorably. “Well, don’t let this get to your head, but you’re not exactly the smallest fish in the sea, if you know what I mean.” She suggestively winked at him for the second time today, making his heart skip a beat. “Not exactly easy to keep that guy locked up, huh?” She beamed an inviting grin at him, doing no part in easing his already frayed nerves.
“Yeah, today's just been all sorts of crazy for me.” He sighed and closed, defeated by her ruthless advance on him. “I...just feel like my heads ‘bout ready to explode. Every single mare I see drives me nuts. It’s somethin’ else all right.” He opened his eyes back up to a curious Cheerilee glancing back into his eyes. She looked deep in thought. “What’s-”
“So it’s like heat?”
Big Mac blankly stared at her, confused. “Heat?”
Cheerilee chuckled lightly before turning back to face him. “Oh, boy, you really should have stayed in school. Anyway, Heat is like when a mare is going through a point where she gets super horny and feels like she could spread her legs to any guy in town with a penis.” She gestured in the air with her hooves for effect. “Of course, I’ve never heard of it happening to colt before.”
Astonishment covered Big Mac’s face, like a child learning where babies came from. “...Really? I never knew that...” Coming back to the issue at hand, Big Mac spoke again “Well, the super horny part pretty much has got it right; the spreadin’ the legs for any guy in town part, not so much.” He grinned sheepishly back at her. “So, how do ya get rid of this ‘heat’ thing?”
“Well, here, I can fix it for you easily...” Cheerilee began moving towards and up Big Mac’s bodies, pulling their bodies much, much closer than he would have liked (Except he did).
“What in the hay are ya-”
“Shhh,” Cheerilee shushed him “Just sit back and relax...” She slowly dragged herself down his body and out of his sight.
Oh. Oh. Oh no. This was not good. She was trying to, no, she was going to, have sex with him! Now, as much as he wanted this (especially with the way her body was grinding on him...), he couldn’t let her down. He had to tell her.
“Wait.”
Cheerilee kept moving downwards, not listening to a word he said.
“Cherry!”
She immediately stopped her descent and glared up at Big Mac, annoyance filling her green eyes. He knew that she absolutely loathed being called that ever since high school when the harmless pet name was conceived. Some things never change.
“What?” She snapped up at him, frustrated and fed up with his weak protests.
“Just, just...stop for a minute, okay? I need to...,” Big Mac nervously gulped, ashamed of himself “...tell ya somethin’.”
She sighed, exasperated, before pulling herself back up to his eyes level. “Fine. What is so important?” Man, she was really rearing to go down on him, wasn't she?
“Well, uh...” He needed to get this off his chest.
“Yeah?” Cheerilee impatiently tapped on his shoulder.
“I, um, ya see,...” Big Mac took a huge breath of air, ready to either go big or go home, before finally reaching his conclusion. “Ahamavergen.” He mumbled out as quick as he could, hoping he wouldn't have to out right say it.
Unfortunately, he was wrong. “...What?” She stared blankly at him. “Slow down.”
Big Mac took another deep breath and steadied himself, knowing he would soon regret this. “I’m...a virgin.” He mumbled under his breath, slower this time than before. “...You can laugh now.” He looked back up into her eyes, expecting to see pity or rejection.
However, that wasn't the case. Instead, her eyes were just filled with the same warmth and kindness they’ve always had. She shook her head and chuckled lightly. “So? Who cares? No wonder you’ve been so horny! You just need a good mare to teach you the ropes...” Narrowing her eyes on ‘teach’, she leaned in close to his ear. “...or a bad mare.” She huskily whispered, somehow still retaining a voice like silk.
Well, hot damn, that worked out better than expected. In fact, the entire day kind of turned out better than expected. Big Mac went out to town for a moment, tired and horny, and now he had a pretty girl up on top of him, pressing down on his erection and teaching him about sex. Now, that, is what most ponies would call a good day.
Big Mac shifted anxiously below Cheerilee. “So, where do we start then? Do we just, like...’do it’?” He was still perplexed on how this whole ‘sex’ thing went on.
Cheerilee smiled at him for a moment before bursting into laughter again. “You’re adorable, you know that?”
Big Mac’s blush burned through his red coat. “So...is that a yes?”
Cheerilee stopped laughing for a moment, catching her breath. “Well, no. I think we need to start off slow. First off, I need to know, have you ever made out with anypony?”
He thought about it for a moment. “Well, uh...I guess no, can’t say I have.” Big Mac’s blush burned even brighter then before.
“Oh, boy.” Cheerilee let out a long drawn-out whistle. “You are some piece of work. A stud, like you, never kissing anypony? I swear, Mac, after this, I’m not going to let you go back to that farm.” She leaned down and planted a kiss right on top of his snout. “Anyway, just do as I do, okay? It’ll feel natural.” And with that, she lowered her lips to lavish his.
The kiss was slow, sweet, and simple, each of them content with the the pace they were moving at. It was cute, really. Almost like a timid kiss between two friends. Big Mac felt like he could stay there forever, just kissing like that with his eyes closed. But his more instinctive side didn’t. The kiss began to escalate into something not so friendly, something more primal. Their lips writhed together, a hungry lust consuming both of them. Cheerilee moaned and, to Big Mac’s surprise, forced opened his mouth before quickly snaking her tongue in.
The first thing that Big Mac noticed was how good she tasted. Not even the best apple cider that they made back at the farm could compete with the sweet, sweet aroma that swarmed him as soon as she opened her mouth. It was almost like fresh mulberries picked right off the bush, stupendously sweet with just a tiny hint of tart.
Cheerilee’s tongue greeted his in the middle, awkwardly dancing together as soon as they collided. She lead with her majestic movements, with Big Mac’s tongue clumsily trying to keep up with what she was doing. After a while, however, he realized that she was right about this. It did feel natural. And right now, he was feeling starved.
Big Mac aggressively pushed their twirling tongues back into her mouth, the taste even stronger than before. He roughly ground his hips up into hers as the sensations increasingly came back to him. Cheerilee was no longer leading the kiss here with finesse, Big Mac easily overpowering her tongue as she fought against his. Now, there was only primal lust and urges, tension gathering between the kiss every second it lasted.
Gasping, Cheerilee broke away from him and resurfaced for air, greedily gulping up her much needed oxygen. She looked shaken. “Wow,” she panted in between breaths “I mean just...wow...yo-you...Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” She laughed weakly.
Big Mac grinned wildly at her, pumped full of pride. “I guess I’m just a natural then?” He chuckled quietly with her, secretly wishing that she hadn’t broken away at the last moment. “So...what now?”
“Just give me a moment.” Cheerilee composed herself a little, still rocked by the kiss. “Well, can we actually...kiss again?” She blushed hotly, her usual confidence and composure leaving her for a while.
Huh. And Big Mac thought he should be the one asking for things here. Not that he was complaining. “I don’t see why not.” He beamed wolfishly at her. “C’mere you.” With his arms opened wide, he watched as Cheerilee’s eyes lit up.
With a nervous giggle, she flopped girlishly into his arms and pressed her lips hard against his own. This time, they both almost immediately opened their mouths; their tongues swirling together once again. Big Mac tried to control himself and not overpower her too much, but, after a few seconds, he knew that he couldn’t do that. Pulling her body incredibly close to his, he played with her tongue for a bit, seeing just how much he could get her to react to what he did. He experimented with her, seeing what she did and didn’t like. At one moment, he found a spot right underneath her tongue that had literally made her whinny with guilty satisfaction.
Big Mac could feel Cheerilee getting increasingly wetter on top of him, some of it dripping onto his stomach and groin. Her moans and groans were steadily increasing in volume and Big Mac could feel her heart hammering hellishly in her chest. But, It would be a lie if he said that he didn’t find it insanely hot.
In their mouths, the dance that once was the kiss now more resembled a battle, one fighting for dominance over the other. Of course, Big Mac could have easily just pushed around her tongue, but he enjoyed having hers hungrily trying to overpower his, pushing and twisting in every direction.
They both broke away at the same time. They both knew what they wanted. And they both were going to do it.
Cheerilee was still sweating rather profusely from the pleasure of the kiss. She placed her hooves on Big Mac’s chin and stared into his eyes, her own alight with passion and need. “ Oh God, please, please, please eat me out. Right. Now.” She looked about ready to explode, her voice dripping with desperation.
Big Mac wanted to help her, he really did, but he wasn't getting the picture. “Wait, what do you mean by-”
Cheerilee exhaled loudly, exasperated. “Just eat my fucking pussy!”
Well, she didn’t need to tell him twice. She laid back on the other side of the couch and Big Mac was instantly there, sitting in between her legs. “So what do I do exactly here?” Everything looked so...complicated. It was like trying to build something without a manual.
Cheerilee looked almost pained by his constant hesitation. “You’ll figure it out!” She huffed loudly.
Nothing venture, Nothing gained, Big Mac thought to himself, before diving right in between her thighs. Without even touching her, Big Mac could smell her wetness, a sweet, sickening aroma surrounding it. Lowering his mouth down to her slit, it like he was almost drowning in simply just the odious fragrance of it. He stuck out his tongue nervously, still unsure about his actions here, and gave a wide lick at her.
Cheerilee yelped involuntarily at his first touch, before dissolving into a long, drawn-out moan. “Oh...!” She couldn’t help but gasp every time his tough tongue contacted her folds. But, his unseasoned skills were extremely obvious. “Uh...find my clit.”
Big Mac pulled his head up from her, his cheeks glazed with her moisture. “Your what?” Instructions weren’t much use if he didn’t know what the hell she was talking about.
“Aw, god...The nub thing! The big button! Whatever it is! Just look for it!” She yelled at him frantically, needing his hot mouth back on her.
Diving back in between her thighs, he instantly started looking for anything that he could please her with. In some ways, it was just like when they were back at kissing. Just lots of tongue and little coordination. He delved his snout deeper inside her folds, exploring her marehood for this ‘sacred button’ or something. A little pearl-like object atop her slit caught his eye. He wondered...
Cheerilee shrieked and threw her head back, squeezing Big Mac’s head closer with her thighs. “Oh....fuck! Right there!” She shook feverishly with every touch, even the most delicate brush of his tongue shooting spasms throughout her body. It was like he was literally pressing some sort of magic pleasure switch and wouldn’t let go.
His tounge swirled around her clit, teasing and taunting it. It was like she was a puppet; he could do anything he wanted with her just sitting there and loving it. He considered stopping right there and forcing her to pleasure him to get to her finish, but the gentlecolt inside him reluctantly refused to let him do that. Sucking and stretching, his mouth continued relentlessly ravaging the now swollen clitoris he felt earlier as Cheerilee’s thighs constricted tighter and tighter around him, muffling his ears from her moans and cries, until he felt her entire body seize up.
“Oh god...oh shit...” He heard her yells loud and clear, now coming up to reach a complicated crescendo of volume and bliss. She was trembling furiously, almost like she was having some sort of seizure of built-up thrill. She yelled one last time, before reaching a final closing climax to Big Mac’s efforts. He could feel her gushing excessively into his muzzle as her body was wrecked havoc upon by waves and waves of orgasm. She desperately humped her groin into his face before finally reaching a close to her dramatic peak of pleasure.
Panting and puffing, Cheerilee slumped over ever so slightly, trying to get a better view at the stallion between her legs. She grinned tiredly down at him “Get up here.”
Big Mac obeyed oh so willingly, tracing a wet line from Cheerilee’s crotch to her mouth with his own. Planting a kiss on every inch on her body, her worked his way across her stomach and up, before finally coming to a hard landing right on her lips.
He kissed her lovingly, caressing every part of her body he could reach. It had never occurred to him that someone could just captivate another’s attention so much. He hadn’t ever felt like this before; like all he cared about was her and her alone. Every brush of the skin felt electric, shooting rays of heat through them both.
Tasting her own juices in her mouth, Cheerilee was obviously enjoying herself also. She pushed against Big Mac’s chest lightly, breaking their kiss once again. “Why do you have to be so great at everything you do?” She breathed next to his ear, a smile evident in her voice.
His pride was going through the roof. “It all comes wit’ the package, girl.” He whispered back, chest-thumping just a little more than he probably should.
“Getting a little arrogant, are we?” Cheerilee smirked , adoring the pompous attitude she brought out in him. She placed her muzzle back next to his ear again. “Well, let me just take you down a few notches.” This time, she pushed harder against his chest, causing him to flip backwards onto the other side of the couch.
Big Mac’s stallionhood was now out and exposed, standing fully erect for all to see. Cheerilee scooted up in between his legs on her knees. She took a hoof and tantalizingly traced it up his length. “Yep, you sure are a big one...” She seductively cooed out loud to him.
He strained himself from her first touch. His entire body felt like it was on pins and needles. “T-thanks...” He was struggling to form words.
Cheerilee giggled tenderly at his sudden loss of cognition. She could work with this. “I wonder if I can...” she leaned her head down toward the very tip of his member and gave it a tiny lick. “...fit it all.”
The instant her tongue made contact with his cock, Big Mac nearly lost it. He wanted to buck up his hips badly , especially with her mouth right over it, but he kept himself collected. Hunched over, he hungrily watching Cheerilee as she played around with his dick. She ran her tongue from the base of his cock to its tip before coming to a stop with a smile.
“Ready?” She playfully asked.
Before he could answer (not that he could even form words at this point), Big Mac felt the head of his member be engulfed in hot wetness. Not being able to resist the urge any longer, he bucked his hips hard into the source of the heat, wanting more.
Cheerilee took it all in stride, sucking in even more of his hardened length. She teased the tip with her tongue as she caressed the sides with her mouth. Moving farther and farther down, she gradually took in more of him, before finally meeting the base of his cock. She looked up at him innocently, his member still reaching far into her mouth, and winked right in his face.
Big Mac threw his head back and groaned loudly, knowing that if he watched her for any longer he would cum for sure. Hell, that cute little wink there nearly pushed him over already. He felt like he was about ready to explode.
Coming back up for air, Cheerilee panted greedily, a heavy flush covering her face. She smiled devilishly, pleased with her work. Looking up at him, she idly licked away at him. “Don’t you dare cum yet, Mac...” she seductively murmured in between licks, “We’ve still got a long way to go.” She roughly placed a kiss right on the tip of him before heading right back to work, sliding her head down on the slick rod.
Not being able to help him self any longer, Big Mac peeked open his eyes back down at her. All he could see was a light purple mane bobbing between his legs with a mesmerizing rhythm. He could feel her skillfully fellating his member, the heat of her mouth moving furiously down and up him with a speed that could turn heads. As far as he could tell, she had her hooves on his thighs, stabilizing herself as she practically plunged her head down his shaft.
It felt like she was literally sucking the life out of him. Every second it was starting to become more and more of a challenge for Big Mac not to orgasm. With the way that Cheerilee was happily blowing him like this, he knew that she would not give up until he blew himself out. The pressure inside of him was starting to grow, faster than before, just below breaking point. Big Mac tried to keep it back, but as soon as Cheerilee suddenly deepthroated him again, he knew it was over.
Big Mac used his hoof to keep her down at the base of his dick, shooting his first few hot, sticky strands of cum directly into her throat. He came forcefully into her mouth, bucking his hips as far into her throat as he could fit. Her eyes widening, Cheerilee instantly realized what was happening and smiled against him. Big Mac shot the rest of his load finally, ending with heavenly sensation of Cheerilee swallowing it all.
They sat there for a while, just laying on the couch. It was...peaceful, really. But, Cheerilee eventually ended the silence, the sloppy sound of her slipping his member out of her mouth effectively breaking the silence. She looked up at Big Mac, both of them exhausted from their activities. He was staring back down at her.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
They were both quiet, content with where they were, just staring into each others eyes.
“So...is that it? Are we done now?” Big Mac asked, life starting to fill up his face again.
Cheerilee didn’t even have to think about it. “Nope!” She suddenly perked back up almost immediately, her voice taking on a more flirtatious tone. “We haven’t even gotten to the main course yet!” She got up from between his legs and walked over to the coffee table. Winking once again, she turned around and leaned her body over the top of the table, revealing her beautiful marehood directly pointing towards Big Mac.
Almost as if on que, Big Mac immediately was hard again from staring. She was sopping wet already, her muscles flexing and contracting. Just imagining taking her like that...it sent chills down Big Mac’s spine. He mumbled something incoherent under his breath.
Meanwhile, Cheerilee looked back over at him impatiently. “Well, are you coming or not? Get over here and mount me!” She arched her back slightly and pushed fruitlessly against the air, desperately needing something to fill her right then. Sweat sheened off of her coat.
Shaking his wits back into him, Big Mac finally got up and walked over towards the lovely mare awaiting him. Her slit looked even more tempting up close. Carefully shifting his weight away. Big Mac steadily leaned over on top of Cheerilee, his mouth coming right up behind her ear. At this point, his throbbing length was just centimeters away from her tight wetness. Cheerilee, teasing him playfully, purposely pushed back and rubbed up and down the head of his girth with her entrance, electing a loud moan out of his moan.
“Shit...how do you w-want it?” he whispered heavily into her ear. The urge to pound right into her was already starting to cloud his thoughts.
Cheerilee smiled underneath him. “Rough...” She hummed back, pressing back against him harder as she said it.
Taking a ample breath of air, Big Mac mentally prepared himself for the onslaught of emotional and physical feelings he was about to put himself through. No looking back now. And with another generous inhale, he eased himself into her.
As his tip slowly sheathed itself into her, the first thing that hit him was the heat. It felt so goddamn warm, like a burning fire type of warm. And soft, too. It was like he was moving through silk. Warm, warm silk. He could feel as her folds tightened around him and pulled as he pushed past them, urging and coaxing him to go deeper. It was a tempting offer, to just slam himself inside and fill her up to the brim, but he knew he had to take it slowly, at least at first.
He worked his way inside her, gradually sliding more and more into her. The slow feeling of him spreading her folds apart made Cheerilee whine with pleasure. It slid in, little by little, bit by bit, until the sound of Cheerilee’s flank slapping Big Mac’s groin finally met their ears. He was in.
“Oh my...” Cheerilee trailed off with her moan, the feeling of him filling her up distracting her.
Big Mac gently nibbled down on the side of her ear. “So, ya want it rough?” His voice lowered an octave gruffly as he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, pleaseeee.....” She drew out pleasantly, still dazed by the thrill of having his massive girth inside her.
“If you say so...” He brusquely confirmed in her ear, pulling himself out from inside her until just the tip of his member was primed at her entrance, the sudden feel of emptiness left by him drawing a long whinny from Cheeriee’s mouth.. Big Mac. hugged her body flush against his and nuzzled into her neck lovingly, before slamming into her full force with a loud grunt.
Cheerilee cried out loudly with surprise and bliss. She reflexively flexed her muscles, causing her to constrict around Big Mac’s member even more. Big Mac didn’t miss a beat, either, immediately pulling far out before pounding himself deep inside her again.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Cheerilee screamed out hysterically as Big Mac rammed her from the back again. She bucked her hips back against him as he penetrated her, a loud smacking sound emitting when their bodies collided. They both kept this rhythm of pulling out and pounding back in, smashing into each other with an aggressive hunger for each other. It was not the sweet yet complex matrimonial love-making that Big Mac had always made it out to be in his mind. No, no, this was something different entirely. Something full of lust and ache. Something more...simple. Just made up of primal wants and needs.
As their pleasures accelerated, so did Big Mac’s thrusts. He was now hammering into her over and over, Cheerilee’s aching moans and swears filling his ears. Sweat was gathering on his brow as he pumped. It was starting to become more and more of a challenge for the pressure inside him not to boil over, the sexy noises slipping out of Cheerilee’s mouth doing nothing to help that.
Big Mac rocked against her even harder than before. If he was going to finish soon, than he was at least going to make sure that she did, too. A new found desperation began to drive him as he drilled carelessly back into her, making sure that every time he thrusted that he would filled her to absolute fullest. Pressing his body down harder on her, he fucked her with every ounce of will that he had left in that soul of his. He could feel her juices squelching onto his groin just from the simple force that he was pounding her with.
“I-I think I’m..I’m gonna...” Cheerilee’s words trailed off in a pleasant tone, her mind too busy being overloaded with bliss. She was literally drooling, her mouth hanging open like a dog’s.
Suddenly, her body spasmed wildly underneath Big Mac, a splitting groan bellowing from her mouth as she climaxed. Big Mac knew he was gone before it even happened, when her pussy contracted and squeezed his cock, begging and beckoning him to cum inside her. It was too much for him, the waves of orgasmic pleasure already swallowing him up as he emptied his seed deep inside her. He slammed one last time into her, before pulling out of her and taking a step back, spent.
Big Mac admired his work with a slight smirk on his face as his cum, mixed with her own juices, dripped out of Cheerilee’s pussy and onto the coffee table sloppily.
Meanwhile, Cheerilee was gradually waning off her orgasm on the table, still panting heavily from their activities. After a moment for catching her breath, she flopped back down onto the couch, exhausted. She gazed up at Big Mac. “You...can not be a virgin...”
Big Mac sheepishly grinned back down at her, his softer personality showing back through. He carefully lowered his body back down on top of hers, mindfully keeping his weight from crushing her much frailer frame. Breathing calmly, he lowered his mouth to her ear.
“Not anymore I ain’t.”
