Prompt: Cheerilee's private lessons.
Time: 60 minutes
Originally posted at Sexty Minute Ponies
Twilight turned another page, her nose buried deep. It was a lovely day outside, bright and sunny but not too hot. The kind of day that makes ponies just forget what they were going to do and take a stroll, or throw a ball around, or just anything as long as it takes them out of doors.
A perfect day for some quiet reading indoors.
The library was empty, except of course for her assistant, busily swinging his legs up in the air as he lay on his back, his own nose buried in some comic book that Twilight would most certainly not approve of. She noticed, but took care to act like she didn’t.
He’s reading, at least, right?
It was fine. Everything was fine, nopony was bothering her, and she was polishing off whole chapters of White Star’s latest treatise on the competing theoretical hierarchies of magical sub-elements.
Chapters. Chapters! Pages and pages flying by, and not a single pony had shown up with a crisis that needed solving or a strange ailment that needed referencing or even to borrow a book, not that anypony normally did that.
She sighed, happily. No, not a single disturbance. Nothing standing between her and sweet, sweet...
There was a knock on the door, a sweet formality before it burst open.
“Cheerilee?” Twilight’s head snapped up, blinking at the fuchsia mare practically dragging her way into the library.
“Oh... hi. Hi, Twilight,” Cheerilee said, wearily looking up from where her head was bowed. “Hi Spike!”
“Hey.” Spike didn’t even look up.
Cheerilee slowly trudged over to a seat near Twilight and flopped down with a loud sigh, not even bothering to take off her saddlebags.
“...Everything okay?” Twilight asked, willing herself to look up from her latest sentence.
“Just fine!” Cheerilee said, popping her head up with a too-wide smile. “Better, now. Much better. Just... you know. Long day.” Her eyes narrowed, just slightly, and she gravely shook her head. “Looooooooooong day.”
“Tell me about it,” Spike groaned, rolling his eyes from behind his comic. “I had to do the dishes and mop up the main room.”
“Oh boy,” Cheerilee said, with perfect mock-concern. “You poor little dragon. Working your claws to the bone.”
“Right? I barely even had time to polish my tea set.”
“Oh, cut it out!” Twilight groaned. “You polish that dumb thing every day.”
“Twilight!” Spike and Cheerilee scolded in perfect unison.
“...Sorry. It’s a lovely tea set,” Twilight grudgingly admitted. “Maybe you could make some for Cheerilee?”
“Hey, yeah!” Spike dropped his comic, sitting up on his pillow. “Jasmine or Darjeeling?”
“Um...” Cheerilee winced, just slightly, her eyes darting around. “I think I’m okay, actually. Thanks, though.”
Twilight raised an eyebrow at her. Cheerilee’s eyes darted around, and then settled right back at Twilight. In a very familiar, very heart-racing kind of way.
Uh-oh.
It was a very good kind of uh-oh. The kind of uh-oh that accompanied chest butterflies and tail twitching and that special kind of breathless, falling tingling in her hips that knew she was going to be passing out tonight rather than falling asleep.
Cheerilee stared at her, a mad kind of hunger glittering in those bright green eyes. Twilight sat, barely hearing Spike mumble something and go back to his reading, frozen by Cheerilee’s gaze.
Cheerilee bit her lip. She cast a quick glance at Spike.
“You know... I passed by Sugar Cube Corner on the way over,” she said, to noone in particular. “Looks like they’re having one of their Sunny Day Sales.”
“What?!” Spike shot up on his seat, the comic going flying. “Why aren’t we there right now let’s go!”
“Well I’m not that hungry, actually,” Cheerilee said, a Sweetie Belle-worthy look of faux innocence on her face.
“Okay cool Twilight come on.” Spike was hopping in place, his little dragon tail wagging adorably.
“Uhh...?” Twilight started to say.
“Oh, Spike, look how busy she looks! That’s a hefty book,” Cheerilee said quickly. “Why don’t you just go on ahead?”
Spike put a claw to his chin, looking forlorn. “Um... I don’t have any...”
“Here you go!” Cheerilee dumped a bag of bits from her purse in front of him. “My treat! You deserve it, kid.”
Spike’s eyes went wide, dragon-greed mixing with boyish joy. “Wha... wha?!” He held up the bag of bits, cradling it to his chest. “Twilight, can I really...?”
Cheerilee nodded furiously at her, her eyes just this side of wild.
“...Sure, Spike. You helped out a lot today, so I think...”
Spike was already gone, running out the door, giggling to himself all the way.
“...you... oh, whatever.”
The door closed. The library was empty, except of course, for...
Cheerilee was grinning at her, her eyes bright and cheery again.
“...Subtle,” Twilight deadpanned.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Cheerilee said, posing formally. “Poor little guy needs a break.”
“Hmph.” Twilight smiled devilishly. “Long day, huh?”
“The longest,” Cheerilee moaned throatily.
That one got Twilight’s ears perked up, alright. She tried not to show it.
“Well, uh... you mind if I finish this up real quick?” she asked, nodding towards the book. She really did want to get a few more pages in, even if she knew she wasn’t going to. Even if she was very okay with that knowledge.
“Oh...” Cheerilee eyed the book sideways, sizing up a competitor. “Sure. Of course.”
“Thanks!” Twilight said brightly, diving back into the pages. “Just a few minutes.”
“Right... right,” Cheerilee said.
Twilight tried to read. She tried, really tried, with all her might, just to make it look convincing.
Moaning, the school teacher laid back and spread her legs...
Twilight blinked, hard. That hardly had anything to do with White Star’s assertions that the relationship between...
She breathed deep as she ran her tongue down her lover’s dark pink belly, dragging it closer and closer to...
And yet there it was, right there on the page, running together over every sentence.
“AH!” she cried out, as Twilight slipped a thick finger of magic into her...
Twilight hummed quietly, willing herself not to squirm against her cushion. She could feel Cheerilee’s eyes on her, impatient and hungry, and as much fun as it was to quietly tease her by not moving at all, it was getting to be...
Ah, there it is.
She heard Cheerilee drop her bags, but she didn’t look. She heard hooves on the floor, quietly shuffling over to her.
“Oh?” Twilight feigned innocence as Cheerilee lay down on top of her, wrapping her forelegs over Twilight’s shoulders and hugging her close.
“What are you reading?” Cheerilee purred, leaning her muzzle in close to Twilight’s ear.
“Uh...” Twilight swallowed hard, having to really reach to remember. “White Star’s latest-”
That was as far as she got. Cheerilee dragged her tongue into Twilight’s ear, starting right below it and making one long, slow lap up the inside and right to the tip. She reached the top and immediately clamped her lips around the soft cartilage, moaning softly through her closed mouth.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh...” Twilight leaked out. She arched her back, pressing it against the mare on top of her. “Wow, what’s gotten into you?”
“Not you,” Cheerilee whispered right into her ear. “Not yet, anyway.”
Twilight giggled, unable to help herself. It was a good book, sure. And there had been a nice bit of uninterrupted reading. But somehow, she didn’t think White Star would mind if she took a break.
Cheerilee let go of Twilight’s ear and started nuzzling and licking her, moving her sniffing nose through the back of Twilight’s mane. She mmm’d and ahhh’d the whole time, rubbing her front hooves against Twilight’s chest, sliding her belly against Twilight’s lavender coat.
Twilight could feel the heat growing between them, warm friction on the top of her rump, sending her tail lashing back and forth. She carefully slid the book away and relaxed, laying down flat, letting Cheerilee have her way.
The wound-up mare on top of her did just that. She got louder and faster with each little lick and nip, the sliding of her hips turning the grinding and then a few rough, fast thrusts against Twilight, quietly thumping into the slight curve of her behind. She growled and took a chunk of Twilight’s mane in her teeth, panting hard and fast now with a mad, desperate kind of lust.
Jeez, you’d think it had been months since last time.
“Are you okay?” Twilight asked, her mouth stuck in a dreamy smile.
“Mmm-hmm,” Cheerilee answered, kissing her way up the back of Twilight’s head.
“I mean, if you wa-WHOA. OH. Ohhhhhhh...” Twilight shot up as she felt the schoolteacher’s tongue slide up the back of her horn, her eyes rolling back.
She could feel Cheerilee’s quiet giggles against her, feel that victorious grin between tender laps at the warm spiral of her horn. Twilight sank back down into the cushion, well and truly wet now, feeling the thick curls of Cheerilee’s tail slapping against her rump and thighs, teasing her.
She yanked her head away, looking over her shoulder. She’d been trying to be more... sensual, lately, trying to display some of the control and experience she feels like she’s earned by now.
“What... uh... what do you want?” Twilight muttered, aiming for seductive.
Cheerilee grinned even wider down at her. She leaned in close, brushing her lips right into Twilight’s ear again.
“I want you to fuck me until I’m screaming.”
“Cheerilee!” Twilight snapped up, the spell slightly broken.
“...What?” Cheerilee blinked, all innocence again.
Twilight blushed, unsure of why she’s so embarrassed. It made her heart race when her lover talked like that, after all. “Why do you always... you know?”
“Always what?”
“Talk like that.”
Cheerilee gave her a long, hard look. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, Twilight.”
Twilight gave her an oh, come on glare. Cheerilee fired back a perfect look of genuine confusion.
“You know, like...” Twilight struggled, muddling through the heady swirl still keeping her panting. “Profanity.”
“Profanity?!” Cheerilee balked, like she was talking to one of her students. “Oh my! This is serious. What kind of profanity?”
Twilight stared at her, but Cheerilee was holding character, far too well to stand up to. Twilight sheepishly, biting her lip, forced herself to come out with it.
“You know, when you say... fu... fffffffff...”
Cheerilee raised her eyebrows. “Yes? Fun? Fur? Full?”
“...fuck,” Twilight whispered, her cheeks burning red.
Cheerilee gasped, loud and scandalized. “My goodness! Twilight, I had no idea! I am so disappointed in you,” she said, using a far-too-close version of her teacher’s tone.
“Hey! Wait!”
“Just wait until Princess Celestia hears about this.”
“What?!”
Twilight started to struggle against her, to squirm her way out from under, but Cheerilee crushed her in a tight hug, going from teacher to lover in an instant. She slammed Twilight into a deep, fierce kiss, forcing Twilight’s eyes open wide and them yanking them shut again.
Twilight froze, held powerless in the kiss. It ended when Cheerilee let it end.
“You are adorable,” she whispered breathily.
“That was mean,” Twilight whispered back, smiling.
“A little,” she said, with a pleased and naughty little smile. She raised her head, just enough to give Twilight’s horn a quick, sloppy lick. “Can I make it up to you?”
Twilight nodded, instantly and vehemently.
“Mmm.” Cheerilee’s naughty smile grew and doubled, and she climbed up Twilight’s back, giving her horn one more lick as she passed by.
“What are you... oh!” Twilight gasped as she felt Cheerilee’s legs and the warmth between them move up her back and past her shoulders. “Like this?”
“Please?” Cheerilee swept her tail over Twilight’s withers, carefully balancing her hips over Twilight’s head. “I really need this right now.”
“Oh, gosh.” Twilight stared up, almost going cross-eyed, licking her lips at the sight of Cheerilee hovering over her horn, flushed and winking. “Um...”
Cheerilee whimpered and rocked her hips, sliding the lips between her legs up the length of Twilight’s horn. Twilight felt every slick inch of them parting along the sensitive spiral of her horn, and it sent a gurgle of animal pleasure crawling out of her throat.
“I’ll be careful,” Cheerilee moaned.
“YES yes okay yes!” Twilight bowed her head, resting her chin on her front hooves, a stable platform for a steady horn.
She felt the muscles of Cheerilee’s legs tense up, the trembling in her hips increase. And then Cheerilee roughly, desperately slid herself onto Twilight’s horn.
“AH!” They both cried out. Twilight couldn’t see much, but she knew the look on her lover’s face. Cheerilee wasted no time, grinding and rocking her hips immediately, working herself on Twilight’s head.
Twilight lost herself more or less instantly, like she always did. It was almost scary, doing this - when she’s just using her magic, it’s different, in control. This was a whole different universe, an overwhelming, all-consuming kind of pleasure, her mind replaced by nothing but the hot, wet, tight muscles clenching against her horn.
It almost hurt. She couldn’t move, could hardly think, just let out choked little gasps while she tried to hold herself steady for Cheerilee’s rocking hips.
She closed her eyes - she could see Cheerilee’s trembling forearms and just the tip of her tongue lolling out. Hot. Way too hot. She had to stay calm, had to keep some kind of control, had to not...
“AH!” Cheerilee yelled, slamming her hips down harder and faster.
That voice. Maybe the hottest thing about her, if Twilight was being forced to pick.
“AH! AHHH! Oh, oh, OH!” Cheerilee moaned loudly, her folds clenching even harder against Twilight’s horn, sucking it in with each stroke.
Hot. Twilight tried to ignore it, tried to... she could feel something wet and hot running down her forehead, soaking into her mane. Gross. Yes, gross, not sexy at all, nothing sexy at all about...
“Oh oh oh oh OH AH! AHHHHH!” Cheerilee cried, slamming her wild hips up and down with real force, clenching her thighs with every stroke.
“Cheerilee!” Twilight moaned, fighting to catch her breath. “I’m... I’m...”
“Oh god I’m so close just... just...!”
Twilight squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the tingling glow in her horn, the power surging and building and waiting.
Move move you idiot STOP.
She can’t, totally lost in the wet pleasure around her horn, pinned under the lovely mare losing herself on top of her. Twilight groaned, long and low, and building quickly, her hips shaking and giving weak little bucks against nothing.
“Just... just... AH!” Cheerilee slammed her hips down on each word, ending with one last slam and a spasm and a shaking that started in her lower belly and quaked out into every inch of her body. She screamed and babbled and cried, her tail slapping Twilight’s back violently.
It was too much, far too much, even for a talented pony like Twilight. Especially for a talented pony like Twilight.
With a shudder and a grunt, Twilight came.
* * *
Nurse Redheart walked through the door of the private examination room, not looking up from her clipboard.
“Let’s see... next patient, earth pony mare, minor burns to the...” She stopped, blinking. “...inside of the...?” She looked up, past her paperwork.
Twilight Sparkle was sitting there, bowing her head, mortified beyond belief. The bangs of her mane were sticky and messy, pointing in strange directions.
Next to her, gingerly lying on her back on the bed, was Cheerilee. Forcing an apologetic smile. Also mortified beyond belief. Trying desperately to strike a balance between not moving her legs, not holding them too tightly closed, and not splaying them out for display.
Nurse Redheart just sighed and shook her head.
“Again?”