A Perfect Picnic
A Perfect Picnic
By TheRussianBrony fraternity
Two daisy sandwiches, two fizzy apple ciders, a hoof-full of napkins, a quilt, and two padded ground pillows. Big Mac was ready for his evening. He looked through the small window at the sun; it was nearly time for him to get going if he wanted to catch the sunset with Cheerilee.
Always the punctual stallion, he trotted out of the house in the direction of Ponyville. The road felt new from the most recent sanding, and was covered with fresh wagon trails and hoof prints. The whole scene was amazing; rolling hills on one side, the Sweet Apple Acre's orchards on the other, all for his visual pleasure.
In no time at all, he found himself waiting for his friend at the gazeebo that he had helped his father build when he was a foal. It was refurbished by the Cutie Mark Crusaders barely three months ago. It was also the place where he reinvigorated a lost friendship with a mare he once did everything together with.
He remembered the time they had both accidentally broke the water spigot on the farm. They hid in the barn for hours before Granny Smith finally found them and scolded them for their mistake. He fondly looked back at how much fun they had throwing water at each other, and then remembered how understanding his grandmother had actually been. More priceless memories filled his mind, and he quickly found that he was smiling to himself. It was good that he was finally rekindling that relationship; he truly missed having fun with a good friend.
A speck of purple was seen coming over the hill that disguised the rest of the town from his eyes. She was a bit late, but he didn't care, her presence was all that mattered. He took a seat in the open structure as he waited for her to come.
“Big Mac! How nice to see you today. So, where are we going this evening?” Miss Cheerilee asked warmly.
As any gentle colt would do, Big Mac responded enigmatically with the phrase, “Follow me, you'll see.”
He got up from his rear, and started carefully navigating away from the gazeebo. His extensive knowledge of the area had given him many little places where two ponies could have a peaceful picnic, without any meddlers. This one was his favorite.
“Oooh so you're being mysterious.” Cheerilee giggled out, still following the cabinet framed, red stallion.
“Eeyup.” Macintosh responded ceremoniously.
They continued traveling onwards seemingly going nowhere, but steadily approaching a willow tree at the top of the largest hill. Big Mac reached the great trunk first; he hadn't even broken a sweat. However, the same could not be said about Miss Cheerilee, who was struggling to get up the steeper parts of the slope. She wasn't as strong as Macintosh, but was making a valiant effort to get up the hill. Eventually, Macintosh trotted back down a few paces, and took the saddlebags from her sides. The felt was still warm from her physical exertion.
Finally, the teacher made her last push and embraced the trunk of the willow, panting as she squeezed it. While she was recovering, Big Mac was already unpacking his picnic set. He was really excited to finally be able to show her this special spot overlooking the town. With the sun not quite at the horizon they were right on time for an unforgettable sunset.
Cheerilee relaxed a bit, letting go of the solid tree. She took this time to look at the view in absolute shock. They were on top of the biggest hill around, and their position acted like a tower which gave them a limitless view of all 360 degrees. She could feel the now orange sun, beaming on her face. She could almost hear the sun-light whispering into her ears; she flicked them back in a pleasure while the pleasant sensation gave her the feeling that Princess Celestia herself was talking. When she emerged from her awe, she examined the trajectory of the sun following it straight to the perfect arc of another hill, just across from the majestic corn fields.
“Big Mac. This place is, magical. Whenever, did you find it?” Cheerilee spoke, still frozen by the captivating view.
“I don't quite remember, but I reckon we were no older than Applebloom.” He responded.
Cheerilee finally broke away from the landscape and looked at Big Mac's setup.
“Awww, it's perfect Macintosh. You've thought of everything!” Cheerilee squealed in joy.
“Eeyup,” Big Mac laughed politely, “I even thought of bringing you.”
“Oh you tease, let’s eat.” The happy teacher told him.
Big Macintosh handed her the daisy sandwich, and motioned to the ground pillow next to his own, all situated on top of the quilt. They faced the sunset, which at this point was beginning. Cheerilee loved the sweet taste of the daisies in her rye bread sandwich. It filled her mouth with the juicy sensation of eating beauty. When the taste of the sandwich mixed with the stunning sunset, slowly descending on Ponyville, she was awe-inspired. She knew what would complete the moment, but wasn't sure how to go about in getting what she wanted.
“That is so amazing, thank you, you big red hunk of stallion.” She awkwardly phrased.
Looking giddy, Big Macintosh leaned backwards until he was using the willow tree for back support. Seeing the comfort in the enhanced angle, Cheerilee followed suite, inconspicuously moving closer to him.
The stallion, couldn't take any more of this. He knew he loved her, but he would never admit that. They had a solid friendship, and that was more important than his own selfish desires. Ruining the friendship would hurt her a lot, and he didn't want that. So, instead, he put his hoof in his picnic basket, and took out a cigar and a match. Lighting the match on the rough part of the quilt, he caught the attention of his companion.
“Big Mac! I didn't know you smoked.” The purple mare said in surprise.
“Only when I feel good.” He clarified vaguely.
“Well I'm happy that you feel good, Big Macintosh.” Cheerilee was becoming more sultry with every crisp inhale, and exhale.
Big Mac was prey to the seductresses powers, “I always feel good around you, sugar-cube.”
“Heeheehee,” she giggled with her eyes halfway open, “thanks, you giant softie you.”
Cheerilee continued, “You know what, I think I have something that will make tonight much more special. We are celebrating our renewed friendship.”
Not quite understanding her, Big Mac nodded his head in agreement; this was a happy day for him, but also a sad one. Any amount of cheering up Cheerilee could do he would take happily. He sincerely hoped that they would eventually come to their senses and advance a good friendship to another level.
“Big Mac? Helloooooo?” The purple pony was waving a hoof in front of his face, and he snapped out of his internal monologue.
“Oh, ugh. I'm sorry Cheerilee, I just lost it a little right there. Beautiful sunset and all.” Luckily he caught the fact just in time; the sun was basically halfway gone, the once sharp orange light, turned to the color of a grapefruit's flesh.
“It is beautiful, but I have something to share with you.” Cheerilee said pulling out a bottle of something from her saddle bag. She lifted the bottle to her face and twisted the top off. A small snap of pressure shot out of the top. The liquid did not rush out however, and simply absorbed the golden rays, turning them to deep amber. Big Mac took a puff of his cigar, and observed in interest.
Cheerilee squee'd, “See, it's top notch Canterlot Cognac, the real stuff made in the city of Coltocognac. We should empty this bottle together.”
Big Mac had a secret weakness. His body was very inefficient at taking alcohol. For some reason his liver refused to work fast, and every time he had a little to drink around his family, his body ended up unconscious on the floor in the barn, and usually next to an awkward cousin.
“Ummm, I don't know about this Cheerilee. Don't you think the evening is great as it is?” He asked with a sliver of hope in his voice.
“Nope! This night will be the most special night in your life. Remember Big Mac, don't make a lady drink alone.” The teacher whispered the last phrase into his ear, turning him on more than she had intended to.
Big Mac was on the edge again. She had not only mocked him in a sexy voice, but had whispered a patriarchal statement into his ear. He took a long drag on his cigar. He knew better than to inhale the smoke, but it was the only thing keeping him from being set off like a flagpole. He barely noticed how he began to slightly shake at the anticipation, and denial of his most sensual fantasies.
“You take the first sip, Macintosh.”
Why was she so intent on emphasizing his name like that?! It was maddening to the red stallion. He dumbly nodded in compliance to the order. The bottle was handed over to him, and he allowed the amber liquid fill his mouth. The sun was almost down, and the moon was now visible, both lights mixing to create an erotic purple color on the land. He swallowed the mouthful he had allowed to sit on his tongue and received a friendly burn in his throat. The alcohol was smooth, and had hints of vanilla and oak from the barrel they must have used.
“That was good.” He said in a muted voice, embarrassed at how much of a light drinker he was.
“My turn.” The clearly excited school teacher said. Sliding the bottle from the stallions heavy hooves, and putting the tip of the bottle into her mouth. She lifted the other side of the bottle and took in a few swigs of the intoxicating fluid, before removing the bottle from her face, and wiping the excess off of her sweet lips.
Twenty minutes later, anypony who was still awake would have heard wild laughter on top of the hill overlooking the communal fields. Those farther away even mistook the laughter for that of cannibalistic witches out to eat little foals in the night.
In reality, Miss Cheerilee and Big Macintosh were feral in their laughs, deliberately trying to be as loud as possible.
“And then, and then, and,” Big Mac guffawed like a madcolt, “remember that other time, when we glued the teacher to her seat?! That was hilarious!” Cheerilee did remember, and laughed along-side him, holding herself steady and using his back as support. She loved him when he was like this; liquored up enough to actually be able to socialize at a more sociable level. Not that there is anything wrong with a reserved stallion! Cheerilee thought to herself and smiled. She drank more than he had, but she noticed he was fairly unresisting to the alcohol’s effects.
It may have just been the booze, but Cheerilee was beginning to feel extremely good, but not a satisfying good, it was a hungry good, a good that caused her to lust for the stallion next to her. She quickly came to her senses. Through the thick cloud of intoxication, and overall good night, she realized that taking advantage of her best friend would hurt their relationship, and she didn't want that to happen. Even if she would be in pain for the rest of her life, because she would never have the stallion of her dreams, it would be worth it to not disappoint him. The sobering thought made her laughs waver, and she fell backwards, landing her back on the willow trunk, sighing out a breath of desperate hopelessness.
Big Mac sent his form backwards to join her next to the trunk. Their sides were touching, and the warmth was exhilarating. Big Mac was standing on a very thin threshold of control, and Cheerilee was desperately trying to keep herself aware of the fact that Big Macintosh was her best friend.
A few unbearable moments later, and Big Macintosh could take no more. He stood up from the tree, and declared, “Miss Cheerilee. I am drunk. I think we should go home.” This was the only reasonable plan that came to his head. He knew that if he continued pushing, he would get what he wanted, but would hurt her feelings the next morning. So, he decided to flee. It was now dark, and navigating was much more difficult. He was in the middle of trying to place all of the trash and picnic adjuncts back into the basket, when he heard a snort. Not a haughty snort, but a snort that would happen when somepony tries to stifle a laugh.
“What's so funny Miss Teacher Pony?” He playfully mocked her.
Miss Cheerilee was cracking up, “I can't get up. I'm stuck.”
More laughing followed. Cheerilee had in fact been grounded by an ensnaring root, just out of view; of course the alcohol made matters much worse than they could have been, and she was now an accessory for the willow tree.
“I'll save you Miss Cheerilee!” Big Mac played out the part of the knight in shining armor. Catching his joyful notions, the purple teacher played along, happy to join in on the spontaneous role playing.
“Oh woe is me, noble knight! I am trapped by this wretched beast! You must come and get me out.”
“Eeyup! I'm on it m'lady.” Big Mac stumbled to her position, trying to avoid a clumsy fall.
He finally made it after a few failed attempts, but he was now in front of the mare. Breathing heavily, he asked her, “What would you like done, my liege?”
“Why you must pull me free of course brave knight.” Cheerilee answered in a falsified royal accent. Big Macintosh happily obliged. He grabbed her forelegs, a bit harder than he intended, and began to pull. Cheerilee was glad that alcohol was a natural pain killer, and didn't feel as her body was pulled out of the inconspicuous root, and thrown like a slingshot on top of the giant red colt.
“Oww.” He whimpered.
“Oh, I'm so sorry, I should have held on to something!”
“It's fine. Hey what is this warm thing on top of me?” Macintosh reached his hooves up and around the mound lying on his stomach.
“That's my plot.”
To the drunken stallion, the voice came straight from above him, indicating. . .
Big Mac's eyes opened wide, and he let go of the purple mare. “Oh. OH! Well, now I don't know what to do.”
Cheerilee looked into his large eyes, into his constricted pupils and gave him her response. The answer surprised both of them equally.
“Kiss me.”
She did not have the slightest idea what undiscovered depths of her body let that phrase out so carelessly, but she wanted him to.
Big Mac was too pleased with the request to care what context it was in. He dove into her soft lips, sealing his mouth on hers, and massaging her gums and teeth with his floppy tongue. The teacher's tongue was dwarfed by his, but he did his best to allow it to have a chance to explore his oral cavity with as much intensity as he had hers. Naturally, this continuous action set off both ponies more than they could have imagined. Macintosh felt his length emerge from its protective sheath making his waist tense up with anticipation. He felt it casually prod her warm coat and get smothered by her pink tail.
Cheerilee, while she couldn't see herself, definitely noticed how much she was soaking the stallion's navel area; especially now that the colt's stallionhood was pressing harder into her rump. Her body shook, needing immediate penetration. They had drunk enough liquor that foreplay wasn't necessary. She was more than ready.
“Do it!” She shouted in desperate demand.
Panic hit Big Mac like a brick. This is happening too fast! What if she's only doing this because she's drunk? She did bring the alcohol though. I just want her to be mine after this. I don't want to lose her again. His ears were ringing with what she had said. His doubt was obvious, but he was still shy on these matters. Macintosh's face burned with a fierce blush.
“Please, I love you.” Cheerilee once again surprised even herself with the comment. There was no going back now. This showed him that she wanted something after this circumstantial fling.
Meanwhile, Big Mac's mind was soaring. He had not known that she shared his feelings on the matter. It put his conflicted mind to rest and now, even through the alcohol, he was able to concentrate on the extremely horny mare on top of him.
Neither of them had noticed, but he had aligned his cock perfectly with her moist entrance.
Cheerilee had been waiting for him to come to his senses and cast her to the side, not wanting a long-term relationship. She started crying into his soft chest.
“I-ugh, love you too.” Big Mac stammered. Upon saying those words he thrust with his hips as hard as he could into her. With faith, good timing, and potvaliancy, his thick member hit home, and he plunged into her sticky depths with an unknown vigor.
She screamed out in a sick mixture of pain and pleasure, basking in the sharpness she felt as Big Macintosh forced himself into her. Arching her back, she continued to wail like a timberwolf for all of Equestria to hear. The feeling of her fantasy finally coming true was unimaginable to anypony who hadn't experienced the same. She just let him take her away on a fantastical journey around Equis.
The feeling was clearly mutual; Big Mac was grunting with every thrust, having a hard time controlling his breath as he emptied her out then instantly filled her up again, all in a steady rhythm. Sweat dripped down his brow and into his eyes making them sting, making him push harder, an uncontrollable, wild, rage. Her body took him in and even pushed back onto the wet cock, making him furiously turned on. His teeth gritted, his breath held, and his favorite mare on top of him, he continued pumping harder than he bucked apple trees.
Cheerilee was in a different plane of existence. Any notion of Ponyville was gone; the only thing she could concentrate on was the member punching into her cervix, the smell of sweat on her tongue, and the debilitating feeling of being mounted while she was so very drunk. Her form was legendary, bobbing up and down on the red stallion. She neighed. She couldn't help herself, and lost all control. The sound that ponies held back all of their lives had found a gap in her.
Macintosh just kept thrusting, every time their pelvises separated, an obscene sucking noise could be heard. His climax was well on its way, creeping up on his drunken mind, while he was obliviously fucking the brains out of a pleasant, purple, pony.
Cheerilee was also close. The tender nerves starting to tickle at first, and then developing into a pure lustful throbbing. She snapped out of her euphoria for a mere second, and grabbed the stallion's stone-cut face. His own eyes concentrated on the teacher. They both knew what was going to happen, and no words were said.
Their lips connected abruptly, cutting off their respective wails of pleasure, and stopping time. He was entirely inside of Cheerilee when he released; this optimal position sent his slick, white seed directly into her awaiting womb which absorbed the semen like a hungry sponge. Cheerilee felt herself release in a clear wave of her own liquids, drenching Big Mac's horsecock and already wet abdomen. They both slumped down in ecstasy, using each other for support.
Macintosh's tongue was hanging out of his panting mouth, complimenting the hard breathing mare on top of him.
The sight was spectacular; the stars shone brightly, and my moon hung low, illuminating them as they embraced each other. Steadily, the two lovers began to falter in consciousness, and by the time one began dreaming, the other began snoring softly. Their hooves went limp, and their hug fell apart like a poorly secured Lego building. As slowly as the day had started, Big Mac's hard meat became limp, and flopped out of the happy pony. I giggle at the ridiculous size of the penis.
This is a sight that I have missed for a thousand years; a pure exchange of the madly in love. Their denial is the strongest aphrodisiac a mare can find. Their act was moving and their performance was unmatched.
I descend from my temporary post, and cover the sleeping couple with their quilt. It is not likely they would remember how it fell on them. Big Macintosh is dreaming of a vacation with Cheerilee; alas, in Canterlot. What a coincidence, that would happen to be my next destination. I have a night to watch after-all.