Birds and Bees

By Flutterwhy4

Based on an image by Syoee_b

Yo, Syoee, you’re my favorite pony artist, keep doing what you do! This one’s for you.

“NOOOOOOOooooooooo…” The unison cries of the cutie mark crusaders faded over the hill as Cheerilee and Big Macintosh walked together into the setting sun. The two ponies’ ordeal, strange and forced as it was, had managed to bring them closer to each other. Still, the question lingered about where their relationship would go from here. The pair trod in silence for several awkward minutes, questioning what to say or do next.

“Big Mac?” chimed Cheerilee, her voice silvery, but soft-spoken.

“Eeyup.” said Mac nonchalantly.

“I’m terribly sorry for what the girls did. It was my fault for telling them I was single.” Mac tried to seem cool and disinterested, but listened closely to every word the purple mare spoke. “I should’ve known those three would get into some mischief over it, you know how they are.” Cheerilee said with a giggle. “I just hope we can still be friends.”

“Eeyup.” The awkward silence resumed for a short while, before either pony spoke again.

“Big Mac? Oh, this may sound silly, but… I have always thought you were kind of… cute.” Cheerilee hid her face and blushed as Big Macintosh turned to look upon her. Four pairs of hooves stopped dead in the grass. The only remaining sounds were the mating calls of distant birds. Something about that moment felt right, felt like it was meant to be. Mac took his hoof and lifted the mare’s chin letting the sunset beam across her rosy cheeks. Her green eyes met his and the red stallion’s disarming, caring expression said everything.

“Umm… Mac? Would you be free to swing by the schoolhouse sometime next week and help me with a lecture?” The red stallion tilted his head in confusion at Cheerilee who was eying him with an impish grin.

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No less than a week after the excitement of Hearts and Hooves Day, the students raced towards the Ponyville Schoolhouse. The air was still and filled with the giggles and lamentations of the children. It was a beautiful morning; the orange sun had sailed skyward and thanks to the pegasi, there was nary a cloud to block its glorious rays. Among the kids were Scootaloo, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, the latter two riding in a cart pulled by the former’s scooter.

Using her wings for propulsion, Scootaloo raced towards the school with wild abandon, her friends holding on tight behind her. The scooter careened to a halt in a cloud of brown dust in front of the brightly painted building and the trio disembarked leaving their helmets behind. Birds whistled incessantly as the three fillies made their way up the steps and into their classroom.

The cutie mark crusaders took their seats next to their classmates in the small room. The paper hearts and streamers from the week prior had been taken down, leaving behind a modest learning environment. Cheerilee’s busy chalk strokes could be heard over the mob of young voices carrying on several conversations at once. The cheerful teacher was putting the finishing touches on the board for a presentation she was eagerly awaiting.

The chalkboard read ‘BIRDS AND THE BEES’ and was garnished with doodles of hearts and birds and flowers among other things. Two medical pictures of pony anatomy, one female and one male, hung tacked to the board amidst the doodles. On the far side, Cheerilee hummed as she colored a large cross-section of two ponies in coitus.

Setting down her chalk, the purple mare turned and beamed a smile at her students.

“Good morning class!” she said, loud enough to cut through the chatter. The conversations rolled to a stop and the foals turned and sat properly in their seats.

“Good morning Cheerilee!” the children replied in an eerie, almost mocking unison. The teacher smiled wide and continued with her introduction.

“Now class, since we just had Hearts and Hooves Day, and since some of you went out of your way to give me a love potion without thinking of the consequences,” Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle sunk into their seats “I’ve decided that it would be a good time to have a lecture about the birds and the bees!” Cheerilee moved with a spring in her step to retrieve a long metal pointer from a drawer. She set the precision pointing tool on top of her desk so it would be ready for when she needed it, presumably later on. “Now who here can tell me where babies come from?”

“Ooh! Ooh!” Twist’s hoof shot high into the air.

“Yes Twist?”

“My mommy thaid that baby ponieth come from the thky. When a mommy and a daddy want a baby, a bird called a thtork bringth it to their doorthtep!” Twist said with sickeningly sugary confidence.

“That’s not where they come from you dodo!” shouted Scootaloo “Babies come from a baby garden!”

“Now Scootaloo, there’ll be no name calling.” scolded Cheerilee, preceding an apology from the orange filly. “Anypony else have an idea?” the teacher asked. Apple Bloom, having grown up on a farm and seen animals mating firsthand, raised a timid yellow hoof. “Yes Apple Bloom?”

“Well, tha daddy puts his, uh… thing, in the mommy and then the baby comes outta her…” Diamond Tiara collapsed on her desk in a fit of giggles, drawing the yellow filly’s attention.

“That’s even sillier than Scootaloo’s idea! Hahahaha!”

“Actually, Diamond Tiara, Apple Bloom is right.” The pink filly looked up, taken aback by her teacher’s words; she then glanced at Apple Bloom who was sticking her tongue out in taunt. “Yes class, today I’m going to explain to you the process that brought each of you into this world. This is a fairly grown-up lesson plan; we have to use a lot of words you may think of as ‘naughty’, but I trust we’re all mature enough to handle it. Right?”

“Mmhmm.” The young foals all nodded their heads affirmatively.

“Alrighty! Now Apple Bloom is absolutely right. When a stallion falls in love with a mare and they decide they want children, they have sex and sometime later the mare gives birth. I suppose we should start by discussing the difference between colts and fillies.” Cheerilee plucked the metal pointer up in her hoof and stepped behind her desk. She brought the tip to the board and the two anatomically correct diagrams and wielded the tool effectively as she spoke.

“The biggest difference is that a colt has a penis and a filly has a vagina.” The classroom reacted to the lecture with a mixture of blushing, wide-eyes and sporadic giggling. “Now now class, let’s try to be mature. These are the proper terms and it’s okay to use them.” Cheerilee harped, her voice like honey. “Now, I’d appreciate a volunteer, one of you fillies who wouldn’t mind being touched to help me demonstrate female anatomy.” The purple mare looked out over the class to see lots of red faces, but no hooves. “Please? I tell you what, the first pony to volunteer gets an ‘A’ on their next test!” It was incentive enough and a grey hoof rose bashfully to volunteer.

“Excellent! Silver Spoon, please come up here.” Cheerilee encouraged the grey filly as she stepped from her seat and moved to join her teacher at the front of the classroom. The purple mare directed Silver Spoon to a stool and helped her onto it and then up onto the teacher’s desk where she was asked to stand facing the chalkboard. The filly did as she was told, but her face displayed clear reservations.

“Would you please lift your tail for me?” Cheerilee asked sweetly. The spoon-flanked pony hesitated, her cheeks red as apples, before bending forward and raising her silver tail, exposing herself to her classmates. The teacher smirked, lost in the moment and realizing with some amusement that she was using one of her students as a teaching aide. The grey filly stood as still as possible bracing for laughter but none came. Her most private parts were on full display, but no one dared say a thing; they were all too glad that it wasn’t them up there.

Silver Spoon’s backside was neat and clean. Her cute butthole was tucked just under her tail at the junction of two round orbs of flesh. Beneath that was a simple, petite slit in her grey coat. Cheerilee brought the pointer against the filly’s rump, making her jump.

“Ahh! Cold!” Silver Spoon squeeked in protest.

“Oops! Terribly sorry dear!” Cheerilee apologized with a cheeky smile. The purple mare went to work, explaining to the class all she could from her squishy aide, making sure not to let the metal pointer touch the sensitive flesh. With a hoof, the teacher parted the young filly’s lips revealing a bright pink interior to the class. A whimper escaped Silver Spoon’s mouth.

“…and this hole here is the actual vagina; it’s where copulation takes place and where the resulting foal will pass through when it’s born.” Cheerilee explained with whimsical eccentricity.

“Eew! Truffle ith touching himthelf under hith dethk!” Shouted Twist from the back of the class.

“AM NOT!!” defended the plump colt, his hooves springing up conspicuously. The embarrassed foal glared daggers at Twist.

“It’s quite alright.” Cheerilee said with a giggle. “I know this is a lot of stimulation for a young colt, it’s quite natural. Thank you Silver Spoon. You may take your seat.” The filly hopped down and went back to her desk, but not before curling her snout in disgust at the pudgy colt seated behind her. The teacher waited until all her students were paying attention before continuing her lecture.

“When you girls become of age you’ll begin to experience Estrus, a period of about five to seven days in the spring or summer when you’ll be sexually receptive. Should you have a special somepony and should you choose to mate during that time, there’s a good chance you’ll become pregnant and bring another bouncing baby foal into this world!”

“Miss Cheerilee? How will we know that we’re essperiencing Estrus?” asked Sweetie Belle with genuine curiosity.

“That’s a good question! You’ll be able to tell quite easily Sweetie. Your vagina will swell and begin to secrete fluid and you’ll feel a strong heat in your loins, kind of like there’s a fire in your bottom.” Hooves flew up into the air. Cheerilee was pleased that her students were so eagar to learn, and that they were all being so mature about the difficult subject matter. The purple mare fielded a few more questions about reproduction before moving on.

“Okay class, let’s talk about male anatomy. Now since we have a majority of female students this will probably be a little less familiar to you all.” The classroom came to life with a myriad of whispers and giggles. “Hush now girls! Ahem, Truffle Shuffle, would you please join me?” The husky grey colt with the fork and knife cutie mark stood up and lumbered to the front of the classroom, his head hung between his forehooves. A smattering of snickers sent the boy's tail tucked between his legs.

“Girls! Zip it! Truffle is a brave colt and you should all give him respect and take this opportunity to learn!” Cheerilee reviled. Her voice was firm and lacked its usual festive mirth. The tone told the class she was serious and that trouble would follow for anypony who disobeyed. Truffle stepped onto the stool and tried to lift himself onto the teacher’s desk, but couldn’t quite accomplish it. The teacher moved to help the colt whose back half was hanging from the wooden platform, his hind leg kicking out in search of a hoofhold. With a nudge, Truffle clambered onto the desk and stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

“Don’t be shy, sit down.” Cheerilee proded. The brown maned colt plopped his butt down next to the teacher’s apple and scooted forward so that his hind legs draped over the front of the desk. The blushing boy’s anatomy was now visible to all interested eyes, and there were a lot of them. The rest of the class had sat up tall in their seats and were straining to get the best possible look. For many of the young fillies this was the first time they’d gotten a good look at a colt from this angle. Truffle’s brown penis was partially visible, withdrawn a short way from its sheath from prior stimulation.

“Now listen up class. This is the scrotum.” Cheerilee forewent the pointer and opted to use her own hoof to spread the child’s legs before pointing to the fuzzy plum hidden between them. “This is where sperm are produced…” Cheerilee went on to explain the purpose of sperm in reproduction, all the while keeping a hoof on Truffle’s inner thigh. The colt’s penis slowly wormed out of its hiding place revealing an impressive length. His forehead glistened with beads of sweat as his body put on a lewd display for his opposite gender peers whom were all still quite enthralled.

“Usually most of the penis is tucked inside the body, but when the male pony gets excited, as Truffle has here,” Cheerilee blushed “it extends so he can deliver his sperm to the back of the vagina where it will have a greater chance of fertilizing the egg.” The purple mare took her student’s cock into her hoof and lifted it, moving it to show the class every angle. Aside from a few murmurs the classroom was quiet and attentive. Truffle’s face lit up in red as his teacher fondled him. The colt tried to control himself, but it was such a new experience being touched down there by somepony else.

“A penis can come in various lengths and colors; some have unique markings, this is normal and it’s part of what makes each stallion special.” The teacher’s hoof subconsciously stroked up Truffle’s erect shaft from the base to the tip as she spoke. The pudgy colt moaned, his eyelids grew heavy and his ears began to flicker. “Now the head of the penis will typically flare outwards during mating; this is to ensure that the stallion’s seed stays inside the mare, increasing the chances of fertilization.” With a gasp from Truffle, the colt’s cock twitched in Cheerilee’s hoof and a sprinkle of white droplets spewed forth onto the classroom floor.

“Oh my!” said the shocked teacher.

“Eewwww!” cried Scootaloo, her sentiment was echoed around the class.

“Sorry Miss Cheerilee! Uh, I don’t know what happened! I just..”

“Shh, it’s okay.” The purple mare let go of the wilting penis and rubbed the colt’s back reassuringly. “Settle down class. What you just witnessed, while unexpected, is a natural thing… and in that white liquid lies the building blocks of life!” Truffle looked up into Cheerilee’s green eyes and tender smile and instantly felt better about himself. With teacher’s permission, the colt slipped from his perch and trotted gleefully back to his desk.

Cheerilee went for a moment to the corner of the room to fetch a rag to clean up the mess she had made with the help of the young foal. Apple Bloom and the other front-row fillies watched as their teacher wiped up the semen. When the deed had been done, the purple mare tossed her mane and returned to her lesson plan.

“Alright, I think now is a good time for a recap. Now what have we learned?” Just then, there came a strong knock on the wooden door. “Oops! Recap will have to wait, we have a special guest!” Cheerilee’s chipper voice became sing-song with excitement. She bounded towards the door and it swung open. A red stallion with a flank of green walked into the building.

“Big brother! What’re y’all doin’ here??” Apple Bloom pried, nearly falling out of her seat.

“I invited Big Macintosh here to assist me in today’s lesson!” Cheerilee replied.

“Wait uh minute. You mean this lesson?” the yellow filly inquired.

“That’s right.” Cheerilee stretched her neck to press her muzzle against Big Mac’s in a quick kiss. The stallion lowered his head and closed his eyes as they locked lips for a second, much longer time. The cutie mark crusaders all shot each other worried gazes. Were Cheerilee and Big Macintosh really together now?

Breaking their kiss, Cheerilee turned and cleared her desk with a carefree swipe of her hooves. An apple and some books went tumbling to the floor. The children were animated, their heads turning in every direction to look at one another. Nopony knew exactly what was going to happen, but they each had their ideas.

“Okay class. For this next demonstration, let’s pretend I’m a mare in heat,” Cheerilee’s voice was joyful, but it had gained a sultry quality. She spoke to her students but her eyes alternated between being fixed on Big Mac and staring off into nowhere. “The stallion would have several signs to know that I was ready for him. First, I’d be producing pheromones that he’d pick up on, but there’d also be… physical cues.” The foals looked on in shock as their first lesson on sex grew more real by the second.

“The receptive female will often.. signal her readiness by arching her spine and raising her hindquarters.” Cheerilee demonstated, presenting her backside quite provocatively to Big Macintosh.

“Psst! You think we managed to break that love poison curse or not?” Scootaloo whispered to Apple Bloom.

“Well, they ain’t still talkin’ to each other like nincompoops, but they sure seem awfully friendly, so ah dunno.” Apple Bloom whispered back.

“Next, the mare may.. exhibit a behavior known as.. flagging.. whereby she raises her tail in invitation to her mate.” Cheerilee said, her voice becoming more breathy. Her tail sprung upwards and ran across Mac’s snout. She wiggled her hips and her tail swished back and forth in the air like a pompom. The red stallion looked down over his yoke. The purple mare’s delicate petals had parted revealing a warm, steamy entrance; a bead of sticky, clear liquid clung to her hard clit like a sequin.

“This behavior also serves to.. stimulate the male pony, getting him ready for intercourse.” The teacher was visibly drunk with sexual desire, but her words were true; the show she was putting on was indeed having an effect on Mac. Jaws began to drop around the classroom as Big Macintosh’s namesake drew out from its sheath. A deep brown cock, twice the size of Truffle’s throbbed underneath the red stallion. The shaft twitched and slapped into Mac’s underbelly with a thump. The classroom of foals clung to the edge of their seats, wondering, waiting, watching.

Without warning, Cheerilee kicked the step stool out of her way and lurched forward, bringing herself down on her desk. Her forehooves splayed out flat and her thighs pressed against the wood. Not a second later, Mac’s shorn fetlocks had joined her on the desk. His hips bucked at the purple earth pony, struggling to achieve penetration. The young fillies and colt watched on with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, curiosity, and thrill. Their teacher turned her head and stared through them with glazed, green eyes. She let out a whine as the apple pony’s warm cock found her slick entrance. His head high in the air, Mac slipped himself into the waiting mare.

Cheerilee’s pleasure filled the schoolbuilding with cries of passion. Shuffling forward, Mac pierced his mate with the length of his meat.

“Miss Cheerilee? …D-doesn’t that hurt?” asked Scootaloo timidly. The teacher giggled, barely lucid enough to register the question.

“No… it feels wonderful.” She replied, her body relaxing and accepting much deserved pleasure from her stallion friend. “Isn’t that right, Mac?”

“Eeyup.” the soft-spoken stallion replied. Apple Bloom shielded her eyes with her hooves, unsure if she should be watching her brother having sex. Still, her curiosity got the better of her and she couldn’t help but peek.

The red stallion began to hump, driving his length into the schoolteacher. He pulled back, revealing a shaft glistening with feminine juices, then rammed forward again. The wet sounds of sex titillated the many young ears in the room.

“The stallion enters the mare from be…hind and bucks his hips repeatedly. The friction between… ungh… their genitals stimulates the many… ahh… nerve… endings there which will… ooooh… result in orgasm.” Cheerilee tried to teach, but she was quickly losing herself in the unbridled pleasure.

“What’s orgasm?” asked Diamond Tiara, but Cheerilee didn’t respond. Instead, she spread her legs further apart and allowed her left forehoof to hang from the front of the wooden desk. Her breathing was becoming more and more shallow with each stroke of the hefty rod inside her. She’d been awaiting this moment for a week, but the purple mare had never expected sex with Big Mac would be this good. The world slipped away from her; the classroom, her students, her responsibilities, they all faded into concentrated carnal bliss.

All around the room, eyes were locked on the steamy scene. Unsurprisingly, one by one, little hooves started to move to their owners’ laps, finding untried pleasure buttons. Blushing foals experimented with their fleshy nethers as they watched their teacher, a guilty comfort like popcorn at the movies. In her seat, a certain orange pegasus was having a hard time getting her wings to obey her, the feathery appendages locked open in arousal.

“Ooooooooooo….” Cheerilee cooed under Big Macintosh’s driving thrusts. Her hoof scratched at the desk as the farm pony’s heavy scrotum assaulted her clit with slap upon wet slap. Sweat and feminine musk hung in the humid air of the puny schoolhouse. The sex dragged on as did the young foals masturbatory playtime, each filly enjoying only a fraction of the pleasure that had their beloved teacher writhing under the powerful stallion.

Big Macintosh’s whinnies and Cheerilee’s crescendo of moans drown out the panting, mewing children. Mac’s pace was brisk, his hips slammed into so much purple buttock, sending ripples across the mare’s daisy cutie mark. The pleasure was mounting quickly in her. She struggled to hold on, but her lover was steering her over a cliff. She huffed expectantly before finally losing control.

“NNNNNNNNNNNGGGG-YAAHHHHH!!!” Cheerilee cried out to Mac’s unrevealed delight as her body contorted in orgasm. Her belly shook, her hooves wiggled in all crazy ways, and she tossed her head from side to side as the intense thrilling sensations rolled over her. The welcome feeling in her loins amplified as her tender pussy bared down on the red stallion’s pounding cock, gripping it to the best of her ability. This test of Mac’s stamina was easily brushed off and he resolved to thrust harder through the mare’s climax, giving her the ride of her life.

Cheerilee emerged on the other side of her bone-shaking orgasm no worse for wear. Her thighs were drenched with her own natural lubrication. Drool dribbled down her chin as she continued to receive the relentless fucking she had craved. There wasn’t a single thing about her situation that wasn’t a turn-on to the disheveled mare: the thrill of being taken in front of a room full of foals; the submissive feeling of her body pinned to the desk, her sensitive pussy subject to her stallions whim, being used for his enjoyment; and the much-awaited inevitability that her womb would soon be pumped full of torrents of her lover’s cum.

In the back of the classroom, Truffle Shuffle was stroking his own genitals as were his female peers, even the innocent, incorruptible Twist. The tiny stools under the numerous fillies’ rumps were becoming sticky and moist with adolescent love sauce. A few of the girls, Sweetie Belle included, were reaching little orgasms of their own with the help of their hoof and some practice. Others were simply enjoying the act, with no knowledge of where it could take them.

Big Macintosh continued his rut, eyes closed and happy to have his stallionhood nestled in the warm core of a caring mare. He slowed his pace to prolong the lovemaking, this being the best he’d ever had. He withdrew his erection so just the flared head was inside of Cheerilee, and then pushed slowly back in until their hips were one.

The teacher’s scream was muffled by pursed lips as her pussy spasmed and sent shockwaves of pure pleasure up her spine for the second time. Her belly was damp with sweat making her stick to the desk as she tried to squirm. Mac paused and stayed buried inside her, letting her orgasm pass like a storm, lest he be driven over the edge himself. The chivalrous stallion’s one concern was with prolonging his lover’s satisfaction. Cheerilee’s body kissed the cock inside her with a barrage of contractions thanking it for filling her, for completing her.

As Big Mac resumed his wanton thrusts, a worn Cheerilee wailed in pleasure and pain. Having weathered two intense orgasms her tender walls were tingling and oversensitive

“Mac! Please cum in me, I can’t take any more.” On command, the red pony humped like a machine, his well-lubed dick working like a piston in the steam engine of love. With one final thrust, Cheerilee’s hooves left the ground, the schoolteacher’s rear weight supported only by the aching cock and Mac’s muscular thighs. Nine little curious faces took mental snapshots of what was happening as the strapping apple stallion came to fruition.

“Ungh! Ai! Ai! Ah! Oooh!” Cheerilee whimpered, her rump still suspended, impaled on the penis that was sending burst after burst of scalding semen tunneling into her belly. Mac’s flared cockhead was pressed right against his lover’s cervix firing salvos of his seed directly into her waiting womb, filling it like a balloon. The chalk mural on the wall gave the students an unusual inside look at what they were witnessing.

Cheerilee’s hooves touched back down behind her, but Mac kept cumming. The hot, gooey pressure in the mare’s belly mounted as he deposited a life-savings of spooge into her depths for safe keeping. The red stallion’s own semen was forcing his pulsating penis out of the mare. With a defiant buck, Mac thrust back in. The purple mare gasped and the building reservoir of semen flooded around the slippery cockhead and came rushing out of her spent pussy mid-coitus. It splashed onto the floor and snaked down the teacher’s hind legs in rivers of brilliant white.

“S-so, who can tell me what happens next?” Cheerilee asked quietly, her face blushing and eyes half-lidded as she took in the expressions on her little pupils’ faces. She’d never felt better than in that moment. It thrilled her to be able to share with her shining students this opportunity to learn about the miracle of conception. Her body was warmly embracing her mate as he finished his orgasm inside her and even though she wasn’t receptive and would not sire a foal, the experience made her feel that much more like a mommy.

Stepping down from the desk, Big Macintosh finally withdrew his spent cock from Cheerilee, exposing her cum drenched nethers for the whole class to see. His job well done, the apple pony was a stallion of few words; he trotted over to give the mare a playful nuzzle and a kiss goodbye, then with a wink at a stunned Apple Bloom he was on his way, no doubt having many chores to fill the rest of his afternoon.

Having received no answer to her question, Cheerilee decided the lesson could continue after everypony had had a chance to clear their head and get some fresh air.

“I suppose an early recess might be in order!” she said, her face bright and perky as usual. The children hopped off their sticky thrones and headed slowly but surely for the door, everypony still buzzing with awe from the scene they’d just witnessed. As the foals all breached the cooler outside air and headed for the playground, Miss Cheerilee stayed inside and cleaned herself up.

The teacher thought about how well things had gone as she dabbed patches of milky semen from her coat with a towel. Cheerilee closed her eyes in delight and pranced over to the puddles of white on the floor, feeling the weight in her belly of a uterus full of spunk. There was something uniquely satisfying about carrying a part of her special somepony inside her and it was a feeling she’d revel in for the rest of the day. The cutie mark crusaders would spend their afternoon arguing over whether the love poison had actually worn off or not. Meanwhile on the playground, Truffle Shuffle had become a LOT more popular.