Title:           Cheerileeader (NSFW, Cheerilee)
Author:          LaPsbin
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First Edit:      Wednesday 21st of September 2016 04:16:30 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 21st of September 2016 04:16:30 PM CDT

"Alright everypony! I want a clean race!"
>Apple carts creaked and squeaked as fillies and colts jostled back and forth
>You could see many of them gripping their wheels tightly
>Their eyes shifted back and forth to the pony on either side of them
>Near the middle of the line you could see Diamond Tiara making faces at Rumble, who was looking ahead with a scowl
>Snips looked half asleep as Twist eyeballed him while biting her lip
>Applebloom was wiggling around in her cart excitedly, waiting for the race to start
>Off on the sidelines, there were about ten colts in cheerleading uniforms shaking pompoms
>Beyond them, half of the town was seated on lawn chairs drinking cider and making bets
>It was a very mild day
>Not too hot, not too cool
>The wind wasn't blowing, and the sky was clear of clouds
>Perfect weather for apple cart racing
>You were standing in front of the starting line, facing the racers
>Like every year, you were tasked with starting the race and making sure that nopony killed themselves on the track
>Though it was a mostly thankless job, you enjoyed it
>And so did the kids
"No slamming into each others cars! And if I see anypony playing dirty they WILL be disqualified from the race!"
>Just like the colts standing on the sidelines, you were wearing a cheerleading uniform so you could support the kids on the sidelines after the race had started
>It was an old thing from your highschool days, when you had gotten the bright idea of joining the cheerleading team to pick up stallions at the risk of being called a dyke by your friends and the rest of the school
>It might not have worked all that well-- or at all really-- but three years of cheerleading DID give a mare one heck of a figure
>A figure that you hadn't lost after all of these years if your uniform was anything to go by
>It was a BIT snug around the rump, AND your withers, but you still managed to get that sucker on without much of a fuss
 
>You might have been getting along in the years but you still looked pretty bucking good all things considered
>Unlike SOME ponies that you knew who had REALLY let themselves go in their old age
>CoughMRS.CAKECough
>You are Cheerilee, Ponyville's one and only elementary school teacher and the Sergeant at Arms/ Master of Ceremonies for the Annual Apple Cart Racing Derby
>A race that was very much about to start
>There was a small smile on your face as you lifted your hoof into the air
"Alright! On my mark!"
>Two dozen sets of eyes snapped to that hoof
>Lips were licked, withers were rolled, ponies leaned forward in their apple carts
"Get set!"
>Behind you, the adults were hurriedly making their last bets of the day
>From what you could gather, Snails was the favorite to win this year, though you had a good feeling that Lily Longsocks was going to be the first to cross that finish line today
>...
>She BETTER win
>You got fifty bits on her...
>You kept your hoof in the air for a few moments, then a few moments longer, until the fillies and colts were squirming in their seats
>Your grin widened ever so slightly
>Wait for it...
>Wait for it...
"...GO!"
>A few years ago, you might have stood there and waited for them to pass by before making your way off the track
>But ever since one of your old students-- who was working to get her master's in Magical Studies at the moment-- had tried to run you over because you had given her a B- on an essay, you were more than a little leery about standing in the middle of a race track
>So the moment that your hoof came down you dove off to the side, covering your head with your hooves
>Iain'tdyingtodayfilly!
>Not a second after your rump hit the grass, dozens of carts screamed past you
>Parents and bookies alike began screaming encouragements at the top of their lungs
 
>Filthy in particular looked like he was ready to have a conniption, waving his hooves around and opening and closing his mouth like he was drowning
"Whoo! Get their flanks, Twist!"
"Show those mares how it's done, little brother!"
"Buck it up Tiara! BUCK IT UP!"
>Picking your head up, you watched as Scootaloo, wiggling in her box cart with a big smile on her face, slowly meandered past you
>The young pegasus had, for some reason, elected to build a cart fashioned to resemble one of the ye olde models
>Surprisingly, it looked like Scootaloo had done her homework
>Her cart was big, lumbering, slower than molasses on a cold winter's day, and poorly painted in a black-ish grey color
>Its wheels were big and creaked every time that they turned, and every once in awhile the chassis would sink like the whole thing was about to collapse
>If you didn't know any better, you'd have said that an Apple had built the thing fifty years ago
>"Whoo! Yeah! Buck it up, Scoots! Buck it up!"
>Your gaze drifted away from the cart and over toward the crowd
>Rainbow, with a corn dog in one hoof and the BIGGEST mug that you had ever seen--which was no doubt filled to the brim with hard cider-- in the other, was standing on top of her lawn chair
>The pegasus was decked out in Cloudsdale colors--for some reason-- and every time that she waved her hooves around she spilled her cider on everypony that was unlucky enough to be near her vicinity
>"Whoo! You show'em, Scoots! Buck'em up! BUCK'EM UP!"
>She slammed her mug and corndog together, spraying cider all over Bonbon, who was sitting not that far from her
>The earth pony frowned, eyes narrowing as she looked up at the clearly drunk pegasus
>...
>You didn't want to be Rainbow if she spilled anymore--
"WHOO!"
Splash!
>"THAT'S IT!"
>With a roar, Bonbon leapt to her hooves and tackled Rainbow, sending the two of them crashing to the ground in a flurry of feathers and hooves
>--...Cider
 
>You winced as you slowly climbed to your hooves and dusted yourself off
>Notmyproblem.jpg
>Making sure to look both ways--because momma ain't dying today-- you carefully made your way across the lane and over to the cheerleaders
>There were a bunch of your students, but, unfortunately, a few older stallions had elected to cheer on the racers as well
>There were Thunderlane, Caramel, and Hooves to name a few
>Just like the little ones, they were dressed up and shaking pompoms, but unlike the children their uniforms were a little... inappropriate
>Their shirts were too short, you noticed that their tails were braided so that every time they wiggled their rumps the crowd could see their sheaths and balls, and their dancing...
>You almost didn't WANT to call it dancing
>It was more gyrating their flanks in the faces of the crowd as they looked over their withers and smirked
>...
>In front of the children?
>REALLY?
>Anger and disgust filled your belly as you watched full grown stallions, who SHOULD know better, shame themselves in front of the town
>You wanted to say something to them
>A good chewing out, a lecture about how one should act perhaps...
>But no!
>You couldn't do that!
>Those stallions were just EXPRESSING themselves!
>They were just having FUN!
>There wasn't anything wrong with what they were doing!
>You were just being a sexist, Cheer!
>A stallion could do more than work in the kitchen, Cheerilee!
>Puff...
>If these colts were your kids you'd have dragged them home and beaten the cutiemarks off their flanks...
>Still, a mare knew when to pick her fights, so you decided that the best thing to do was say nothing
>But that didn't mean you were going to let those colts' bad behavior rub off on the little ones
"Tender Taps, Featherweight, Pipsqueak! Why don't you come over here and let me teach you how to make a pyramid?"
 
>For the next twenty minutes or so, as the crowd cheered and the carts flew by, you taught the young ones everything that you could remember from your days on the Ponyville Pounders Cheer squad
> The name was changed after you graduated. Unfortunately
>You taught them how to jump without hurting themselves, how to wave their pom-poms in just the right way, how to do fun little dances and cheers that they could guide the crowd in
>As you did this, you made sure to sneak in a little lesson or five
>About how teamwork was important, how one's throat and mouth made the noises in the cheer, how gravity affects a jump
>Day off or not, you were still a teacher
>It was your duty, no, your calling, to teach; to bestow knowledge on the younger generation
>Nothing brought a bigger smile to your face than to see curiosity and the desire to learn in the faces of your students
>"There's my shmoopy-doo~
>A pair of arms slipped around your neck
>You jumped, eyes widening in surprise
>Fingers grazed your neck as the arms hooked around and give you a gentle squeeze
>Relaxing slightly, you let out a hum as those hands slipped underneath your uniform and began to scratch your chest
"Hmmm..."
>A pair of soft, full lips brushed against your cheek, making you hum even louder
>Well, there WAS something that made your smile just a BIT bigger...
>Your tail flicked as you pressed your back against the chest
>You received another kiss, this time on the neck
>Your eyelids slipped closed as you inhaled deeply
>You could smell vanilla, fresh flour, sugar and milk
>With another inhale the smell of sweat and salt tickled your senses, along with... something that you couldn't quite discern
>Those fingers dug into your fur as they began to scratch, making you hum all the louder and wiggle in delight
>Another kiss, this time on your other cheek, made you chuckle
 
"There's my snookums," you cooed in response, finally turning your head to look at who had his big, strong arms wrapped around you
>It was, of course, your husband Nameless; or Namey as you liked to call him
>Your dear old husband looked like he had just come from work
>He was still wearing his white cook's uniform, sans the hat
>He also looked dead tired, his eyes drooping and his shoulders sagged
>But he had a big old smile on his face as he held you, and you found yourself smiling in return
>Your nostrils flared as you nuzzled his cheek
"You smell like cupcakes," you murmured
>His grip around you tightened just a hair as he let out a sigh
>"The Cakes had me baking 'em the whole day," he grumbled tiredly, before yawning. "Somebody important up in Canterlot is throwing a party for their kid and they needed two thousand of the things."
"What kind?" you asked as you nosed his cheek
>Your husband snorted
>"Strawberry. JUST strawberry. For some fuc--stupid reason..."
>As he sighed again, you found yourself frowning
>Your nostrils flared again
>Huh...
>So THAT'S what that other smell was...
"Somepony must really like strawberry," you mused, turning yourself so that you could give your husband a quick peck on the lips
>The children that you had been coaching made faces and did all the silly things that the younger ones did when adults kissed, but you ignored them, rubbing your nose against Namey's before pulling away
"And thank you for watching your language around the children. I appreciate it."
>Namey grunted, giving your chest a few more scratches before pulling his hands out of your uniform and standing up
>He stretched his back, grunting as his spine, shoulders, and hips popped, before he looked at the race track
>"So is Snips still the high roller, or is everyone's money on someone else?"
>Just then a hoofful of karts raced by, screeching and creaking and popping in a way that might be worrying if you weren't a veteran apple cart official
 
>It looked like Applebloom was in the lead, with Snips and Diamond Tiara coming up from behind
>To your surprise, you saw that Sweetie Bell-- who was riding in some contraption right out of the mind of a mad pony-- wasn't far behind them
>...
>You couldn't really explain what it looked like...
>Its body resembled a whale in the middle, but then it kind of ended off in points at the back and end that curved...
>...
>Did...
>Did she even have any nails in that thing?
>And why were there so MANY wheels on i--
>"WHOO! You go Sweetie Bell!" your husband cheered, waving a hand as the children flew by. "Show'em how it's done!"
>You watched the retreating carts for a few moments before turning toward your husband
"Hon," you said, as a frown worked its way onto your face. "Were you betting on the kids again?">Your husband frowned right back
>"Were you?" he retorted
"..."
>"..."
>Loudly clearing your throat, you clapped your hooves together
"Alrighty children! Now, why don't you all get in formation so we can try the cheer again?"
>As the children did as you asked, you felt your husband's eyes on you
>You expected him to say something sassy or smart but, oddly enough, he was silent
>He was so quiet, in fact, that you once again turned your head to look at him to see what was the matter
>To your surprise, you saw that your husband was looking at your cheerleading uniform
>Because you had been getting a little winded teaching the children--you weren't as young as you once were-- your uniform was a bit damp with sweat
>This made it clung to your body, so much so that it might as well have been a second skin
>You also had your mane tied up in a tight pony tail with a big bow; the same kind that you would have worn while cheering when you were younger
>Your husband liked it when you wore bows
>You knew this
 
>But he also seemed to like the way that your uniform fit you, if the way that he was ogling your rump was any indication
>A burst of pride made you puff your chest out
>Heh...
>Momma's still got it...
>Giggling, you swatted the tip of your husband's nose with your tail
"There are CHILDREN playing, you old corn dog," you teasingly chided
>Your smile turned a sultry as your husband blushed
>Standing up on your hind legs, you wrapped your hooves around his neck and pulled him close
>A shiver ran through him as your hot breath washed over his face
>You giggled again, giving his cheek a chaste kiss before leaning toward his ear
"But, if you wait until after the event, I'd be happy to let you stare all you want. Maybe a little more if you're lucky~" you whispered, your voice husky
>Your husband said nothing, but the look he gave you said ALLLLLL that you needed to know
"Come now, children! Get those pom-poms up and watch me! Now, one, two, three, and--"
>The rest of the race went off without a hitch
>Other than Rainbow and Bonbon's little drawl, wherein the pegasus had to go to the hospital for a broken nose and dislocated wing--not that she felt it, as drunk as she was--, nothing had been destroyed and there hadn't been anymore fights
>Which was a very, very good thing
>You, all of ponies, knew exactly how rowdy when alcohol and kart racing mixed
>The race itself had ended in Sweetie Belle, of all ponies, winning the whole thing, with Snips coming in second and Silver Spoon coming in third
"Congratulations, Sweetie," you said as you hoofed her the first-place trophy. "You're this year's winner of the Annual Apple Cart Races!"
>The crowd began to hoot and holler as the white unicorn took the trophy with a happy bounce
>"Thanks, Mrs. Cheerilee!" she cried, her voice cracking
>Aw...
"Well, you're very welcome, my dear. Now what are going to d--"
>"I'm going to didney worl!"
>...
>What...?
 
>The smile on your face twitched a bit but you patted Sweetie on the head all the same
>There was something wrong with this filly...
>Giving her one final congrats, you made your way to the second and third place winners
>Snips gave you a big, dopey smile when you hoofed time a silver medal, though Silver Spoon looked a little nervous as you placed the bronze around her neck
>You couldn't be too sure, but the way that Diamond Tiara was glaring at her from the crowd might explain the young filly's behavior
>...
>Whoo...
>You didn't envy the stallion that was unlucky enough to herd with those two...
>Medals and trophy given out, you turned to address the crowd
"I want to thank each and everyone of you for another successful year of kart racing!" you called out
>Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Namey standing in the crowd
>He was biting his lip, and there was a blush on his face as he stared at you
>All around him, ponies were shifting uncomfortably
>Many of them looked flustered, a few of them sneaking glances at your husband as they rocked back and forth
>Wegottehurrythisshitupfilly!
"A-And I hope that we continue to have better and better races in the upcoming years!"
>You clapped your hooves together, a smile on your face even while your tail gave an impatient flick
"Once again, I hope that you all have had a wonderful time. Goodbye, and have a good day!"
>Not your best closing speech but it would have to do
>As the crowd began to disperse, some of them making their way to their lawn chairs to clean up, others crowding around the winners, your husband began to make his way toward you
>He wasn't quite shoving ponies out of the way, but his eagerness could be seen plain as day
>Your tail flicked again as your nostrils flared
>With each step his took his scent became stronger, overpowering every other smell until it seemed to saturate the air
>You found yourself taking deeper and deeper breaths
 
>You could feel butterflies of anticipation flying around in the heat of your belly
>Your breathing became shallow as you rubbed your back legs together
>Already you could feel a wetness trickling down your hind legs
>You were ready
>Oh so ready...
>Namey's hands opened and closed as he drew nearer
>He was unabashedly staring at you, drinking in every curve, every bit of tight, sweaty clothing
>He had made sure to move his member in a way that wouldn't make a tent in his pants, you noticed, but you could still see its outline straining through the fabric
>Your nostrils flared again
>A little closer and you'd be able to see his cock pulse
>If you were lucky you might be able to see the beginnings of a stain at the tip of his cockhead
>I'mgoingtobuckingwreckthiscoltswearonmepa.jpg
>Your mind raced as he closed the distance between the two of you
>Your house was on the other end of town
>If the two of you hurried you could make it there in fifteen minutes
>It would probably take another five or so minutes to lock all your doors and close your windows so nopony saw or heard your fun
>...
>The school was just around the corner though...
>It was a Saturday, which meant that there wouldn't be a single soul anywhere near the place...
>And since it was on the edge of town not many ponies lived there, so the two of you could be as loud as you wanted...
>...
>As Namey came within hooves reach, you leapt up and wrapped your hooves around his neck
"Is my honey worked up?" you cooed quietly
>Your husband gave your ears a scratch
>"Sweet Christ does your ass look great in that outfit," your husband responded breathlessly
>Your giggled, stealthly reaching down and rubbing his bulge through his pants
>Namey gasped, his eyes widening
"Well thank you very much, honey pie. You're looking pretty good yourself."
>A shiver ran up your body as your husband's smell hit you like a runaway cart
 
"Why don't we find a quiet little place where I can help with this, hmm~?" you asked, giving his bulge a playful squeeze
>Your husband jerked, his hands tightening around your head
>You gave his shaft another squeeze, and he began nodding his head like his life depended on it
>There we go~
>A grin worked its way onto your face
>Sweet Celestia above did you LOVE to be married to a stallion with this high of a sex drive
>As the crowd continued to disperse and chatter and drink their piss-warm cider, Namey and you slipped away
>Well, not so much as slipped away as power-walked with your heads down
>You had your husband's hand on your mouth as you led him toward the school
>While your husband was quite a bit bigger than you, you WERE an earth pony, which meant that you were a good deal stronger than him
>So, while you were trying to be gentle as you led him, in your eagerness to find some privacy, you really ended up more dragging him along than anything
 
>Not that your husband seemed to mind
>"Easy there, hon," he teased. "If you're not careful you're gonna rip my arm off."
"Pem nob fahter," you mumbled around his hand, giving it another firm tug
>You could see the school house in the distance
>There wasn't a pony in sight
>The entire area was deserted
>Perfect...
>Both you and your husband made your way to the school house
>Though you didn't have your usual key you had a spare underneath the welcome mat
>Grabbing that, you quickly opened the door and ushered Namey inside
>The schoolhouse was dead silent
>The scent of old wooden desks and crayons and chalk was thick in the air
>It looked like Broom Stick, the old stallion that came to clean the classroom on the weekends, had already been in here
>Everything looked immaculate
>The students desks were spotless and shiny and their chairs were pushed in
>The floor was equally shiny and clean, and so spotless that you could almost see yourself in it
>Your chalkboard was free of chalk and crayon (Don't ask), and the papers and little nick-nacks you kept on your desk were stacked neatly and in a row
>You were going to have to remember to thank him...
>Later though; right now you had a stallion to see to
"Hmm~"
>Humming, you spit out your husband's mouth
>Taking a step back, you pressed your backside against his groin
>Namey explosively inhaled through his nose
>His hips gently bumped against your rump as his hands found their way to your backside
>They lifted up your little skirt, tugged on and teasing the fabric
>You gasped as you felt his fingertips brush against your butt
>"I've been waiting ALL morning for this," Namey proclaimed
>You jumped as his hands wigged under your uniform began to grope and feel and knead
"H-Hah~"
>Dirty colt...
>Your back arched, and you pushed yourself a little more firmly against him
 
>You could feel his hard cock against your backside
>It twitched through the fabric, begging to be freed
>You could feel its warmth, feel the various veins and bumps and ridges
>You wanted it
>More than anything you wanted it
>You leaned away from him, breathing hard
>Namey's fingers traced your cutiemarks before he lifted up your skirt a little more and spread your cheeks
>Without a second thought, you flicked your tail out of the way, revealing your leaking, puffy, HOT marehood
>Your husband let out a low whistle
>You looked at him over your wither with half-lidded, hungry eyes
"Why don't you go and sit in the teacher's chair?" you cooed, slamming back grinding yourself against him. "I want to give you a proper... LESSON~"
>Namey instantly released your backside and took a step away from you
>In three steps, he managed to cross the classroom to where your desk was seated
>You took these few moments to glance at his backside, rubbing your hind legs together to try to aleve some of the heat
>Grabbing the chair-- a black, plushy thing that you bought with your own money because you couldn't stand the old chair that you had been given-- Namey pulled it away from the desk
>Spinning it around, he sat down heavily, spreading his legs
>Giving you a smile, he beckoned you with a finger
>"Come and get some, babe."
>Dirty colt indeed~...
>You made your way toward him slowly, making sure to put a sway in your hips as you did so
>Your rump jiggled and bounced, making your shirt jump and flutter
"Give me a C," you cooed, licking your lips. "Give me a O"
>You took a deep breath, your mouth watering as Namey's scent drew you in
"Give me a C! Give me a K!"
>Anticipation made the butterflies flap all the harder as you placed your hooves on your husband's knees and leaned up so that your foreheads were touching
"What does that spell~?"
>Your tongue darted out of your mouth, licking his lips
 
>Namey pulled away for half a second, before he darted forward
>Your lips connected for a few moments before he pulled away
>You followed, and your lips connected, before you pulled away
>A growl escaped Namey's throat as his hands found themselves on the small of your back
"Cock. Cock. COCK! Give me a COCK!" you growled, pressing your lips again your husband's properly
>They felt soft against yours
>Soft and warm and supple
>The way that a stallion's lips should feel
>Namey groaned into your mouth as his hands slide up and down your back
"Hmm~"
>Your tongue slipped out of your mouth, teasing his lips, asking to be allowed inside
>Looking up into his eyes, you saw that they were narrowed slightly
>You knew that look...
>Giving your husband a teasing wink, you took a deep breath and steeled yourself
>All at once, Namey's tongue exploded out of his mouth
>It was a small, thin little thing compared to yours, but Namey knew how to use it with terrifying efficiency
>His tongue quickly traced yours before it flicked the tip of your wet muscle
>You tried to counter by wrapping your tongue around his but it was no use
>Before you knew it, his smaller, weaker tongue had forced yours back into your mouth
>"Hmm~"
>Your husband let out another groan as his tongue began teasing the inside of your maw, tracing your teeth and playing with your tongue
>Namey was an aggressive kisser
>He liked to lead the kiss, bully your tongue so that it did what he wanted it to
>Most mares would have taken this treatment in meek silence
>But you had been with your husband for many, many years
>You knew how to fight him
 
>You knew how to win
>You pressed more of your weight onto his knees, leaning forward and deepened the kiss
>For a few minutes your tongue laid docile, only moving to play with your husband's when he initiated contact
>Slowly but surely, his tongue began to slow down to enjoy itself
>He was letting his guard down
>He thought he had won
>You couldn't help but smile as Namey's fingers ran through your mane, digging into your scalp
>Wait for it...
>Wait for it...
>WAIT FOR IT...
>You began to herd Namey's tongue to the corner of your mouth
>As you did that you leaned forward, your tail swishing excitedly in anticipation
>Your husband, as focused as he was on your kiss, didn't notice a thing as you slowly leaned him back into the chair
>It wasn't until your mane cascaded around your face, tickling his cheeks and forehead, did his eyes start to widen in realization
>But by then it was far too late
>One of your hooves snaked up his leg and toward his groin
>Not giving him a chance to stop you, you began to stroke his cloth-covered length with the frog of your hoof
>Your touch was light, mainly focused around his head and upper shaft
>"A-ACK!"
>Even through the pants you could feel Namey's cock twitch under your touch
>His knees slapped together, forcing you to balance yourself on your back legs alone, and he gasped into your mouth
>Your grin widened
>Got'em!
>Your tongue leapt into action, batting around Namey's with practiced ease
>His brow furrowed as his tongue began to fight back, but with another stroke you managed to break his concentration
"Hmm~"
>A frustrated mewl escaped your Namey's mouth as you pressed him back against the chair further while having your way with him
 
>He tried to fight you, like he always did, but not only did you have the high ground you had him by the cock and balls
>Momma's got you, sweetie
>Better luck next time
>Eventually, though he didn't look very happy about it, your husband stopped fighting and allowed you to lead the kiss
>You did so with enthusiasm
"Hmm~"
>You teased every inch of his mouth
>You traced his teeth-- making sure to mind his canines--, wrestled with his tongue, and caressed his lips until your lungs were burning and your head was spinning
>Namey frowned as your broke away with a gasp
>"Why do you... always do that?" he demanded, his chest heaving. "You know... that I hate it when you stroke me through... my pants and... all that... whoo..."
>Giggling, you pressed your forehead against his
"All's fair in love and war, hon~" you cooed, your eyes shining
>Your hoof grazed his shaft once more, making him hiss
"Now, why don't we see to this, hmm?"
>Sweet Celestia, his smell was KILLING you...
>Not waiting for an answer, you kissed your husband's cheek, then his jaw, then his neck
>Namey let out a playful snort as you planted a kiss on his adam's apple
>"I don't care what you say, hon. You fucking cheated and you--"
>Your teeth grazed his collarbone
>Namey twitched, and his breathing hitching
>There we go~
>It's quiet time now, dear
>Just lie back and let your Cheer-Bear take care of you...
>You began peppering his neck with kisses, short and sweet and fast
>Namey's hands traveled down your neck and to your withers and he let out a pleased hum under your tender care
>He offered you a little more of his neck to kiss, and you did so without hesitation
"Hum~"
>His skin felt warm against your lips, supple and smooth
 
>You could taste sweat, along with the fruitiness of the soap that he used last night
>It was a pleasant taste, a clean taste
>A stallion's taste
>You found yourself happily humming as you placed kisses around his neck and jawline before making your way southward
>Quickly helping Namey out of his work shirt, and the undershirt beneath that, you began to tease and taste his torso
>You then made your way down to his stomach, and lower stomach, and his sides
>While you did this, his hands never left your withers, kneading and tugging on the muscles there
>From above you could hear his breathing becoming more and more ragging
>Every once in awhile his knees would lightly tap against your sides
>His fingers would also dig into your withers and he'd do his best to push you downward to hurry you along, but you ignored him
>Momma wanted to take the scenic route
>She didn't want to hurry this along
>You wanted to touch, taste, love every inch of your husband
>Every bump and curve and imperfection
>And you wanted to do it SLOWLY~
>Finally, Namey could take it no more
>"Woman, I swear to GAWD if you don't--"
>His brow furrowed as you nipped the skin under his second rib
>"--stop this fucking teasing I'm going to bust your ass."
>You stopped your kissing, licking, and biting to look up at your husband
>His face was flushed
>A bead of sweat was making its way down his forehead
>His hair was messy
>His eyes looked glassy and his mouth was partially opened
>In a word, he looked breathtaking
"Isn't that the point of this, hon?" you asked, playfully batting your eyelashes up at him before you resumed your kissing
>Namey let out another groan, trying to push you down again
>Between kisses, you couldn't help but laugh under your breath
 
>This colt right here...
>This bucking colt...
>Finally, after a million and a half kisses, you found yourself looking at the button of his pants
>"CheerileeIsweartofuckinggodstopmessingaroundrightnow!"
>With a simple flick of your tongue, you undid the button and popped the fly
>A happy groan escaped your husband's lips as you began to carefully pull his pants down
>Your husband lifted his hips up to help you a bit as you tugged the pants further and further down his body until they were around his ankles
>With a final tug, you pulled them off completely off and tossed them away
>Now your Namey was just in his underwear and shoes (he liked to make love with you in his shoes. You had no idea why), sitting there, completely at your mercy
>His cock, freed from those WONDERFULLY tight pants of his, was straining against his boxers
>You could see it through the pee-slit, thick and veiny and throbbing
>A low, needy hum escaped your throat as your nostrils flared
>You could smell his musk, the sugar and bread and sweets that he had worked with, sweat
>You began to salivate as you slowly leaned forward
"Hmm~ I've been waiting for this..."
>Namey's fingers dug into your withers as your cheek brushed up against his cloth-covered length
>It jumped at your touch, further soaking his boxers in pre
>"Cheer," your husband warned through gritted teeth
>He had tried to make himself sound threatening, but ended up sounding breathy
 
>You didn't respond as you leaned up and grabbed the top of his boxers
>The elastic band stretched as you gave it a small pull
>You tugged a little harder until you had pulled the boxers down a ways
>Your husband groaned, his hips rolling as his cock slid against the fabric
>"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk..."
>With one final, hard tug, his cock sprang free, slapping against his belly before it booped your nose
"There's my big colt," you murmured, rubbing the tip of your nose up and down his shaft
>Your mouth opened partially, and your tongue slipped between your lips
>It would have been nothing to take your husband's dick into your mouth
>All you'd need to do was turn your head the slightest bit
>Then you'd be able to taste him
>Be able to feel him throb in your mouth
>Taste as his pre spurted out of his mouth as you licked and sucked and kissed until you could taste nothing but him...
>BUT...!
>With one more slightly wistful nuzzle, you pulled yourself away
>Foreplay wasn't going to cut it this time
>You were too worked up, and so was your husband
>If the two of you didn't get a good old fashioned hard rutting than neither of you were going to leave this school house happy
>So that was what was going to happen
>Stepping away from your husband, you turned around and propped yourself up on your desk
>With a hard jerk of your hips, you lifted your skirt so that your rear could be seen in all of its glory
>There wasn't an inch of your expansive rump that wasn't wet and sticky
>Your fur was probably a bit matted in places, and your tail MUST have been a mess
>If you would have tried to present yourself to a stallion in this state they would have been out the door before you could look back at them
>But Namey, you knew, was a fan of pony rumps; earth pony rumps especially
>And while you didn't like to drag, yours might have been one of the bigger ones in town
>Top five at least
 
>You giggled as the sound of your husband's cock slapping against his belly echoed throughout the room
"You know, I've always WANTED to be bent over this desk~" you cooed, looking over your withers to shoot your Namey a heated look. "Why don't you come over here and make that dream come true, big boy~?"
>Namey was already climbing to his feet with a grunt, an eager look on his face
>There's my good colt...~
>Come and fuck momma nice and hard...~
>His cock bounced, sending a bead of pre onto the floor, as he kicked the chair away
>You wiggled your rump, biting your lip as your cheeks slide against each other
"Come on hon, I'm waiting," you said with a groan, arching your back and jutting your rump out as far as you could get it. "Let's see how much you can get this skirt to bounce as you rut me~"
>A hungry growl escaped your husband's throat as he took a step toward you
>You answered his growl with a groan, closing your eyes and resting your head on your desk
>You could feel your heart pounding in your chest in anticipation
>Here you were, about to be fucked in your workplace
>A place where children learned in played
>You could almost imagine the children sitting at their desks
>You could nearly hear their voices as they spoke and the little sounds that they made as they--
"Shhhhhhhhfffffff!"
>Your body jerked as you felt something wet and warm tracing the lips of your marehood
>One of your back legs cocked back to kick, but you immediately reined in the lizard part of your brain, instead letting out a loud, pleased moan
>A tongue was working its way around your cunny, licking your lips clean
>You groaned again, picking your head up to see what in Celestia's name your husband was doing back there
>Sure enough, he was crouched down with his face buried between your cheeks, his hands holding onto your back legs
 
>You wiggled your hips, groaning as you felt his cheeks rub against your crack
>Underneath your tail, you husband chuckled
"N-Na--"
>Your eyes crossed as you felt that little tongue of his flick your button
>Your back legs nearly buckled at the sensation, but with a stomp of your hoof you managed to regain your balance
"NAMEY! You stop that RIGHT NOW, Mister!" you said in your best teacher's voice, bouncing your rump against his face. "You s-stand up and put your cock inside me THIS INSTANT!"
>Your husband tried to ignore you, like you knew he would
>His fingers dug into your back legs, and he leaned back so that he could bury his tongue into you
>But you knew your husband's tricks, and knew how to deal with them
>The moment that he leaned back you tensed your rump as hard as you could and brought your hind legs close so that your knees were touching
>Your buttcheeks clamped together, protecting your cunny from anymore unwanted licks
>To show that you were ABSOLUTELY serious, you clamped your tail down so that it covered your rump completely
>THERE!
>TRY TO GET PAST THAT!
>Your husband darted forward, only for his face to bounce against hard, unyielding earth pony muscle
>"Edkfjnnoejn!"
>He sputtered, jerking away to rub his now scrunched up nose
>A quiet whinny escaped your throat when you saw that his mouth and cheeks were covered in your juices, but you held strong
"Nameless..."
>He looked up at you with a frown
>You frowned back, nudging his cheek with your butt
>Your tail twitched when you felt him kiss your cutiemark
>Thiscoltisgoingtobuckingkillme.jpg
>Namey placed his hands on the top of your rump, and for a few terrible seconds you thought that he was going to work you up until his face was buried in your cheeks once more, but thankfully that wasn't the case
 
>Using your rump as leverage, he stood up
>"I can't believe that you used your teacher's voice on me," he muttered, before giving your rump a vindictive swat
"If you didn't act like such a child I wouldn't have to treat you like one, hon," you smartly replied
>Namey grunted, sliding his member in between your cheeks
>You twitched in surprise as his cock slid up your crack until his tip bumped against your dock
>dkfjndkfj!
"A-Aha~!"
>He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around your barrel and burying his face into your mane
>He pulled back a bit before thrusting again, then again, then one more time
>With each thrust his hips slapped against your rump, producing a fleshy, wet sound that was better than any music that you had ever heard
>You groaned again, trying to move in a way that would angle his tip against your entrance, but your husband hugged you closely
>"Lets see how much of a teacher you can be after I'm done with you," Namey growled after a particularly rough thrust rocked both you and your desk
>You found yourself smiling as you laid your cheek against your desk
>A part of you wanted to scream
>You could feel his cock parting your cheeks with each thrust
>It was sliding up against your marehood, against your tailhole
>You could feel it pulsing and leaking against your most sensitive parts, so close yet so far away
>His teasing should have been driving you crazy
>It should have made you want to buck him into your chair, climb on top of him, and ride him until the sun came up
>But you just smiled, and continued to smile even as he nudged your legs so that you widened your stance
>Because you knew what was going to happen
>You knew and so did Namey
>He might have put on a tough front, growling and grabbing like the big colt he was, but you knew it was an act
>Another thing that he liked to do to get your riled up
 
>And it was working
>Namey let out a quiet gasp as you squeezed your rump, smothering his length
>His cock twitched, coating your crack in pre
>Humming, you pressed yourself against his groin, wiggling your rump from side to side
>Namey's fingers dug into your cutiemarks and his breath caught in his throat
>You held him in place for a few moments, just toying with him, until you released his cock
"We'll see about that, hon~" you murmured, lifting your rump up a bit to give him better access
>Namey let out a shaky breath as he pulled away from you
>He grabbed his cock and slowly leaned forward
"Hmm~ Come on hon. Fuck your little pony silly~"
>He pressed his cockhead against your lips
>"Don't worry. I will."
>He then began to rub his big, fat head up and down your pussy, parting your lips but not using enough force to penetrate
>You groaned, pressing your ass against his thighs and arching your back like the needy little filly that you were
>Come on
>Comeon
>Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeon!
>Your husband took a deep breath
>He got a good grip on your back legs and bucked his hips
>His cock slide against your pussy hips, making you both tense and squirm
>He tried again, thrusting his cock toward your opening
>You let out a happy groan as you felt him enter you, which turned into a cry of anguish as it somehow slipped out to graze your rock-hard teats
>Motherbuckingshithorseapplespoo!
"N-Namey~!"
>With an impatient whimper of his own, your husband tried for a third time
>His cockhead parted your lips perfectly, and with a little half-jerk the first two inches of his maleness entered you you
>You hissed through your teeth to keep from screaming as you felt his head stretching your walls, forcing them to accommodate his girth
>Your Namey might not have been the biggest stallion around, but he sure was honey seed was thick
 
>Easily the thickest stallion that you've ever had the pleasure of taking
>His cock pulsed as your marehood spasmed around it
>His hips pushed forward, forcing a few more inches inside of you
>You mewled as you were rocked forward
>Pencils and papers flew off the desk to the floor below as you exhaled explosively
"H-Hah~"
>He was stretching you so much, and with each throb you could still feel him getting thicker and thicker
>It was almost too much
>You almost couldn't take him
>It was nearly painful
>Namey thrust again, sending another clutter of papers to the floor to be forgotten
"Umph~!"
>You clamped down on him hard
>He groaned, racking your haunches with his fingernails as he throbbed inside of you
>"How are you still this TIGHT after all of these years?!"
>He pulled back before he pushed himself forward with a slow, but firm, thrust
>Your Cunt squeezed him but he would not be denied this time
>Inch after thick, delicious inch entered you
>You moaned long and loud, your tongue lolling out of your mouth until he finally hilted
"fgdjfndk!"
>Your eyes crossed
>Pleasure exploded up your body, making your back legs crumble, and it was only because of your husband holding you in place that you didn't just fall off your desk
>You couldn't describe what it felt like having your husband inside of you like this
>There was nothing that you could compare it to
>No other stallion had made you felt this full, this complete, this... whole
>Though as thick and as fat as his cock was, it felt like it fit perfectly
>Like it was made to be inside of you
"Oh sweet Celestia... Hmm~"
>Namey slowly began to pull out of your depths
>Your marehood clutched at it hard, not wanting its warmth and it's girth to leave
>He continued to pull away until just half of him was inside of you, wherein he pushed himself back in
 
>For the next minute or so he kept his pace slow and tender, waiting for you to get accustomed
>Unlike most stallions, who would begin to thrust as hard and as fast they could the second that they were in the hole, your honey always made sure that you were ready before he went hard and fast
>He didn't want to hurt you
>He wanted you make you feel as good as he felt
>And you loved him for it
>Slowly but surely, your inner walls began to loosen to accommodate his length, allowing him to hilt inside of you more easily
>You released a groan under your breath
"F-Faster hon. Faster," you murmured, pushing yourself backward as he pushed forward
>Your Namey grunted breathlessly, picking up the pace
>You began to participate in the lovemaking where you could, wiggling your butt and pushing yourself backward in time with his thrusts
>You feel yourself drooling as your eyes slipped shut
>In, out, in, out, in, out
>You could feel his cockhead stretching your tunnel, feel his shaft grinding against your insides
>The pleasure was like a low burning heat
>Not too overwhelming, ever-present, and it built as the minutes ticked by
>You found yourself shivering in pleasure, even drooling on your desk as you whined and squeaked and groaned
>His cock felt so unbelievably warm
>You could feel every vein, every bump, as he slid into you
>When he hilted, and stayed there--allowing you to grind against him because he knew that you liked to do that
>You loved the feeling of every single inch of his maleness inside of you
>Your husband let out a stifled gasp as you clutched him hard
>He fired a spurt of cum into you, which sent tingles of pleasure up and down your back
"Cheer!" he groaned, his head rolling
"Hmm~"
>Namey tried to pull himself away, to give himself a moment's rest, but you followed him
>You thrust your rump against his thighs, forcing him to hilt you again
>He both groaned and gasped, his knees tapping together as his body shook
 
>His cock pulsed again as you both groaned
>You pulled away before pushing back with no small amount of force
"C-Come on hon. I thought that you w-were going to rut my b-brains out," you teased, moving your flank from side to side
>Your husband shivered again before rearing back a hand and slapping your rump hard
"H-Hah~!"
>You twitched as your rump jiggled
>"Show... you..."
>Namey muttered something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch
>He leaned up and roughly nipped your ear as he began to thrust with a little more force
>One of his hands reached down to grab your tail
>He tugged on his hard, sending pleasure exploding up your body
>Your breathing hitched and your back arched as you picked your head up and neighed long and loud
"Yes, hon," you groaned. "Just like that! Just like t-that!
>Now the wet, meaty sound cut through the silence every few moments, which were usually followed by moans and groans and gasps
>Namey was putting his weight in his thrusts now, so each time he slammed forward your body rocked the desk, making it creak in protest
>Sweat had soaked both of your bodies
>You can practically hear your cum hitting the floor with each firm thrust
>Your rump was jiggling and bouncing and your cheeks were slapping together
>You couldn't catch your breath, and your chest felt like it was on fire
>Your vision was swimming
>But wasn't enough
>Not by a longshot
"Faster, h-honey! FASTER!"
>Your husband growled, tugging on your tail hard enough for it to be painful
>His thrusts became faster, sloppier, more filled with need
>He didn't pull out of you the whole way, nor did he hilt unless you forced him too, and then it was only for a moment or two
>"Fucking, fuck, FUCK~!"
 
>You began bouncing yourself against his lap as fast as you were able
>Your marehood was clamping down hard every time that he pulled back, enveloping him in your warm and heat
"Come on hon. Give it to me. GIVE IT T-TO ME!"
>The two of you were a blur of motion and moans
>Namey's grip around you was becoming tighter and tighter
>You could feel the sweat dripping from his face and into your mane
>There was drool all over your cheek and face and neck
>Your desk was rocking back and forth dangerously, the last of your papers and nick-nacks having long fallen to the floor
>He was so close
>You could feel him twitching and throbbing inside of you, could feel his pre mixing with yours
>He was almost there
>Just a little more and--
>"Cheer!" your little human grunted. "CHEER, I-I'm gonna--
>Your husband stopped mid thrust, curling into himself
>Ohnoyoubuckingdon't!
>Without missing a beat, you continued to rock back and forth as fast as you could, propping yourself up on your front hooves to get a better angle
>Your mind was almost feral
>You wanted, NEEDED, him to cum
>You wanted to feel him throb as those first spurts fired deep into your womb
>You wanted him to fill you up
>You wanted to feel that warmth, that liquid pleasure that showed you that you had properly seen to your husband
"Come on, honey. Cum for me," you demanded as he hissed in surprise. "COME FOR ME!"
>His fingers dug into your belly as, with a curse, he throbbed mightily
>As quick as a flash, you forced him to hilt one more time
>Because you were so eager to feel him explode inside of you, you put a little to much 'omph' into it
>Your husband's groan and your moan turned to yelps as the two of you found yourselves flying away from the desk
>Ohsweetmotherbucker!
 
>You found yourself flailing as your husband gripped you tightly
>The first spurt of cum fired out of his tip, coating your walls, but the two of you barely noticed
>You were in the air, flying across the classroom
>Your husband's cock fired another load of cum
>You felt it this time
>Your knees knocked together and you bit your lip even as you flailed
"Ffjvdkjn!"
>Somehow, by the grace of Celestia, your husband fell into your chair
>He grunted in surprise as his backside slammed into the plush seat
>Thankfully, you found yourself sitting in his lap in the process, with his cock still buried inside of you
>Another spurt of cum made your marehood ripple as the wheeled chair screeched across the floor, wobbling dangerously at its base
>"FUCK!"
>The chair slid back until it slammed against the chalkboard with enough force to send the two of you nearly tumbling out of it
>Another load of cum was fired into you, bathing you in warmth
>Your back arched as a tingling feeling ran up your spine and made your hooves curl
>Another load sent a spurt of it out of your pussy and onto your chair
>Though you were still reeling from your little flight, you began to grind yourself against your husband's lap, trying to prolong his pleasure as long as possible
>He lurched forward and bit down on your wither to keep himself from groaning
>Your eyes rolled in your head as both pain and pleasure exploded from your body
>Ohmygosh!
>Ohmygosh!
>Itfeelssobuckinggood!
>YoumighthavealmostruinedthemomentbutBUCKIT!
>Theridesnotovergurl!
>Another load forced Namey to release your withers so that he could throw his head back and roar
"FUCK!"
>You-- being VERY careful, you didn't want to hurt him-- instantly spun around so that the two of you were face-to-face
 
>Thetraphasbeensprung.jpg
>Namey's eyes widened as you lifted your rump off his still spurting cock
>"C-Cheer, don't--"
>Humming, you slammed yourself down
>"--URK!"
"Hmm~"
>Namey's face scrunched up and his eyes shut tightly as you began to bounce up and down, riding him for all of your worth
>"Cheer--Ah~! Stop it--ohh~! I c-can't--"
>His legs kicked and shook as you continued to stimulation his hyper sensitive member
>His hands weakly pawed at you, trying to push you off, but you simply rode him all the harder
>You could see the muscles in his face start to twitch
>Underneath his eyelids, you could see his eyes rolling around in his skull
>He was squirming underneath you with each eager bounce
>Yeah...
>You made that face, colt~
"Does my pussy feel good, honey?" you asked. "Is it going... to make you cum... again? Is it... going to make you fill... me up again?"
>Panting, you wrapped your hooves around his neck and pulled him close, biting his ear as you grinded into his lap with his full length inside of you
>Just like before, you were in control now
>Straddling your husband are you were, you could control how fast you went and how much if his length you could take
>You were also at eye level with him, which meant that you could look him in the eye as the two of you fucked
"Hmm~"
>Lifting Namey's chin up, you all but forced your tongue into his mouth
>He was twitching inside of you, his hips bucking and rolling and humping each time your rump slapped against his thighs
>He still felt so big, so fat
>It felt like there was a bottle lodged inside of you; a warm, twitching, throbbing bottle
>And you loved it
 
>"Fuck, cunt, balls, c-cockes, s-shit!"
>Your Namey jerked and twitched against you as you rode him faster and faster
"Come on hon. Cum again, give me another filling."
>You wiggled your rump side-to-side, making your chair sway dangerously
>Namey's cock pulsed hard, and your marehood twitched in response
>You moaned, hugging your husband as tightly as you could
>The heat in your belly was beginning to overflow
>Your movements were becoming jerky and desperate
>You could feel you heart pounding in your chest
>You were so close...
>So close...
>Just a little more...
>Just a little more...
"Come on, honey. Comeon! Comeoncomeoncomeon!"
>You nipped his ear hard, then his neck
>Pulling away from him a bit-- your hips a blur and the wet, meaty slapping now a continuous sound-- you began nibbling his jaw
>And that did it
>Your husband's hips jerked savagely
>"HolyfuckniggagonnafuckingcumAGAIN!"
>You felt his cock expand inside of you, filling your walls to maximum capacity
>His first load fired out of his tip with so much force that you could FEEL it connecting against your cervix
>You froze, your mouth partically opening
>Ohshitfillyhereiscomes!
>Moaning, you hilted one last time, buried your muzzle into the nape of his neck, and came hard
>HARD
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~
>Your marehood clamped down on his cock like a vice, before it began to milk his cock over and over and over and over again
>Your husband, his mouth open in a silent scream, fired another load into your womb
>Both your and his cum soak your chair, the floor, and whatever else was lucky enough to be sitting behind you
>"F-FUCK~!"
 
>You held onto your husband with all of your earth pony strength, riding the warm, tingly waves of your orgasm
>Your hips began working on their own, grinding and humping to make both yours and his pleasure last as long as possible
>You didn't stop until your husband had gone limp underneath you and his cock began to shrink
>When that happened you let out one last tired groan, going limp yourself
"Fuck... me..."
>The smell of sweat and sex was thick in the air
>It was going to be the mother of all pains to get it out of the classroom
>And picking up all of your things and cleaning up your... mess wasn't going to be fun
>But that didn't matter at the moment
>It didn't matter even a little bit
>All that mattered was the shaking, panting, sweaty, exhausted stallion in your hooves
>Heh
>It looks like momma's still got it...
>You hummed, nuzzling Namey's neck as you rubbed your flank against his legs
>Your husband twitched, weakly slapping at your back with his hands
>Aw...
>He was so CUTE after an orgasm...
"Are you... alright there, dear?" you asked, nosing his cheek
>He groaned, pawing at your side
>"fdkjskjndk..."
>Yeah...
>fdkjskjndk was the right--
>"Hmm, interesting. In-teres--ting..."
>Both you and Namey froze as a voice rose above your heavy breathing
>Somepony was behind you...
>...
>SOMEPONY WAS BEHIND YOU!
>Placing your hooves on your husband's shoulders and looked over your wither
>There, sitting at the desk closest to your desk--in a chair that was FAR too small for her--, wearing a pair of red-framed glasses and a schoolfilly's outfit--which was also FAR too small for her-- was Princess-motherbucker Celestia-herself
>...
>Wat?
 
"P-Princess?!" you shrieked, trying to cover both you and your husband with your hooves. "W-What in Cel--WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
>The Princess ignored your outburst, keeping her attention fixed on the paper below her as she wrote
>Is...
>Is her mane tied up in a ponytail?
>"Though human stamina isn't quite up to par with earth pony standards, a human still seems to be able to pleasure an earth pony mare more than sufficiently."
>Crossing her T's and dotting her I's she looked up at you
>"Mrs. Cheerilee? Is this going to be on the test?" she asked, pushing her glasses up her muzzle
>Eye twitching, you looked at your husband, who was looking at the ceiling panting, like he had just ran a marathon
>You wracked your mind, trying to process what was happening
>Where did the princess come from?
>Why would she be in your classroom of all places?
>Where in Luna's name did she get that OUTFIT?!
>These, and about a hundred different questions, raced through your mind but, as you opened your mouth, you found that you couldn't ask any of them
"I... um... what?
>The Princess of the Sun cracked a smile
>"I asked if what we just learned was going to be on the next test, Mrs. Cheerilee," she repeated, the picture of innocence
>That is, until she leaned forward and licked her lips
>"Because if it is, may I come to the front of the class to... BETTER examine the problem~?"
>...
>Wat?
>"Cheer?"
>You tore your gaze away the princess to stare at your husband
"Namey?"
>"Am I... losing it, or is Princess... Celestia sitting not five... feet from us... wearing a schoolgirl's... outfit?"
>...
 
"Yes. I mean, she is here, wearing a schoolfilly's outfit."
>To your surprise, your husband sighed in relief
>"Thank fucking... Christ. I thought I... had finally lost it..."
>Slowly, he lifted a hand up into the air
>"If not yours... yet, Maniae," he declared, shaking his fist. "You... cunt!"
