Cheerilee and Fleur De Lis

Thanks to White Reaver for the request!

This chapter will be non-human pony clop.

Categories: Lesbian, Cheerilee, Fleur De Lis

Warnings: None

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“School District”

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Fleur De Lis sighed as the train pulled into the station, pressing close to her husband’s side for a moment. “I don’t know, Fancy… I just don’t feel right about this…” She mumbled into his mane.

“Relax, darling. Certainly you don’t want our young foal to attend school with stuck-up aristocrats such as myself?” Fancy Pants teased. He kissed her muzzle tenderly, ushering her towards the platform with a gentle nudge. Fleur sighed and nodded, smiling bravely at him.

“I’ll be fine. See you tonight?”

“Depends if you make the train. You never know, you could just get completely carried away meeting somepony new.” He nudged her again, tender and soft. He may be a high-brow socialite, but around Fleur, Fancy Pants was a true gentleman and husband. She loved him so.

“Perhaps. At the very least, tomorrow morning?” She returned the nudge softly, pressing close for a moment.

“Tomorrow morning. Go, my love. I’ll see you then. And don’t forget to visit Rarity’s boutique. I hear she’s got a fantastic new line of dresses.”

“Perhaps. Farewell.” Fleur smiled at him one last time before turning and boarding the train to Ponyville. She found a window seat and smiled at him waving. With a shrill whistle and the chugging of steam engines, the train lurched out of the platform, and her husband dwindled in the distance. She lost him completely as the train entered the first tunnel. In the dim lighting of the cabin, Fleur still stared blankly out of the window at the black, sightless cave.

She and her husband had been of like mind. They both wanted a child, a young foal to call their own… But the school system in Canterlot was vastly inferior to others. For one reason or another, any child that wasn’t a unicorn or a pegasus didn’t do too well in the city. Even pegasi did better in Cloudsdale than anywhere else. Fleur’s family had been famous for breeding earth ponies, and neither of them wanted to run the risk of giving their beloved child a sub-standard education. Fleur herself was an oddity of sorts, a stranger amongst her family’s normal genetic code. That was part of the reason she lived in Canterlot, and not Las Pegasus with them. Fleur had volunteered to scope out other schools, to see what would be best for their future. Ponyville was at the fore of earth pony education, being a town founded by none other than the strong, bold ponies that flourished growing crops.

The train ride really didn’t take too long… A few boring hours spent going in and out of tunnels, followed by a hilly ride through some beautiful trees and countryside. She let her mind wander, thinking of everything from the latest champagne social to the foal’s name, charity dinners to emerging fashion trends among housewives. She really only focused on her task once the train pulled into Ponyville station. She departed at the sound of a shrill whistle, inhaling deep the scents of the farm town. Everything from dust and mud to roses and produce mingled together to form a rich, heady, earth-like scent that she found to be rather… Comforting. It was a town that smelled like it could be a home. Smiling idly, she trotted down main street, feeling out-of-place among the farmers and earth ponies.

A few questions directed towards helpful passers-by directed her to the far end of town and a small school house. She noted the sign for Rarity’s boutique on the way, but managed to resist having a peek inside. She focused on getting to the far end of town, and made it in short enough order. By then, it was mid-afternoon, close to three. She left the town proper and made it into some of the homes around the outskirts. Following the streets as directed, she made it to a small, red schoolhouse. As she approached, a loud bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day. She managed to side-step the oncoming tide of energetic young foals, all of them talking and laughing loudly as they dashed off in all different directions. She smiled at the wonderment and glee of young ponies, many of them earth ponies, as they ran home. A few straggled behind, talking or wandering off in groups, and some of them still chatting with the only full-grown mare amongst them.

A beautiful pony with a magenta coat and pink highlights in her hair, Cheerilee struck an image the first time Fleur saw her. She was constantly smiling, and as she conversed with one school filly or another, they all smiled when they walked away. Clearly, this pony was a good teacher. The foals that talked to her were patient and well-behaved, waiting their turn, and the questions they asked were all respectful. Fleur De Lis waited off to the side, smiling warmly. Somehow, she knew that this was a good idea.

Finally, the last young foal trotted off, a happy bounce to his step as Fleur approached Cheerilee. “Sometimes,” The magenta mare sighed, a serene smile on her face as she watched the youngling trot off. “It’s hard to watch them walk away. I go home, and I can hardly wait for the next day when I get to see them again.”

“You seem to be very happy, teaching here.” Fleur smiled as she came to a stop beside Cheerilee.

“It’s my talent. It’d be silly if I wasn’t happy.” Cheerilee’s smile turned to Fleur now, her face bright as she looked up at the tall unicorn. “What brings you to Ponyville, Ms…?”

“Missus. My name is Fleur.” She offered a hoof, smiling as Cheerilee took it gently. “You’re welcome to call me Fleur. My husband insists I go by my formal name, but it gets tiresome.” She smiled down at Cheerilee as they stepped apart slowly. “I had a few questions about the school… If you don’t mind?”

“Of course not. Would you like to come inside?” Cheerilee asked. When Fleur nodded, the two of them entered the schoolhouse. Fleur smiled as she looked around at the tiny desks, the chalkboard with the day’s lessons still written out, all the various bits of arts and crafts on the walls… The place struck a chord inside of her. She knew if they had an earth pony, this was where they would go to school. It was perfect. “Fleur?” Cheerilee’s gentle voice snapped her attention, directing it instead to the magenta mare by the large desk at the front of the classroom.

“Sorry. Nostalgia. My school wasn’t quite this…”

“Sparse? Tiny? Under-funded?” Cheerilee offered with a smile.

“Rustic.” Fleur smiled. “You see, my husband and I are thinking of having a filly of our own soon. Living in Canterlot, though, we aren’t very pleased with the schools… I’m just looking around to see if there’s somewhere better for a young foal of ours.”

“Oh! Are you… Expecting?” Cheerilee’s question was slightly disarming, making Fleur blink for a second.

“Eer… No, we… Ah… Haven’t tried yet.” A slight blush rose to Fleur’s cheeks as she looked at the ground. Cheerilee’s cheeks showed no evidence, but that could have been thanks to her coat.

“Sorry for asking… You just don’t seem as if you were… With…” Cheerilee muttered. “You’re still so slender. Toned.”

“Eer… Thanks.” Fleur flushed a little deeper at the compliment. She suddenly felt rather conscious, something that normally didn’t happen unless there was a prettier mare in the room. Though, upon second look, Cheerilee certainly had a sort of allure to her… For an earth pony. Her wide flanks were curved, full, and appeared to be strong… Toned. She was shorter than Fleur, but that meant she could fill out a little more. Fleur herself had always been skinny, long legs and a delicate waist… But Cheerilee was full-bodied, and wore it well. The stress of a job in teaching didn’t show on her face, nor did the wide smile she wore now. Cheerilee certainly was attractive. Some questions that had been nagging in the back of Fleur’s mind suddenly came to the fore.

“Forgive me for asking,” Fleur muttered, making eye contact with Cheerilee once more. “But… None of the mares in Canterlot are very suitable for posing such a question to… Have you had a foal yet?”

“Hmm? Oh, no… Not yet, I’m afraid. Haven’t really found anypony special, you know… Not that I don’t want to, it’s just that work comes first. I tell you though, the summers without seeing the young fillies do get lonely… Why, do I look it?”

“Perhaps a little… You have the figure of one who’s known motherhood…” Fleur flushed again, realizing she had just complimented Cheerilee. She couldn’t see the blush, but the way Cheerilee looked at the floor said it all.

“Th-thanks… Were… Were there any more questions about the schools?” She asked.

“N-not really… I think I’ve seen everything I needed to…” Fleur muttered, scanning the room once more. Cheerilee was a phenomenal teacher. She could tell. The town was friendly, and the ponies here were kind. Their child would do well.

“Are you sure?” Cheerilee asked, stepping closer. Fleur could smell a faint whiff of something… It was probably Cheerilee’s perfume… It was nice. She made eye contact with the mare once more. She didn’t step forward, but she didn’t step back, either… Cheerilee looked up at her with a warm smile… A different sort than the kind she had been giving her school fillies…

“Perhaps just one…” Fleur muttered… The blush intensified. Why were her cheeks on fire? More importantly, why was she aroused…? “I don’t think I can make my train… Do you have a place I can stay tonight?”

That settled it. Cheerilee closed the distance with one last step, pressing her lips firmly to Fleur’s. The unicorn’s tail flicked at the new development, her flanks rising as she inhaled a deep breath through her nose. She didn’t return the kiss, but she most definitely didn’t pull away either. Cheerilee groaned for a moment before she ended it, a shaky breath leaving her mouth after all was said and done.

“That was…”

“I’m sorry,” Cheerilee muttered.

“No, don’t apologize.” Fleur panted, her lips curling as she felt her desire well up a little more. “That was… Good… Another?” This time, she moved in, one hoof rising to cup Cheerilee’s muzzle, deepening the kiss all the more. She was surprised when Cheerilee moved in with her tongue, though, the slippery appendage seeking entrance on just the second kiss. The whole situation was quickly sliding out of her control, and Fleur would by lying to herself if she said she didn’t want it to happen. Her mouth opened willingly, inviting the mare inside so their tongues could wrestle for a moment. She lost, of course, Cheerilee’s strength winning out against technique and quickness. Not that she minded at all. She let Cheerilee toy with her tongue, the taste of apples and cinnamon not unpleasant.

Fleur’s groan was involuntarily, but it spurred Cheerilee into action. The white unicorn gasped as Cheerilee stepped forward, pressing her firm body tight, urging her victim back against the wall. Fleur’s rear pressed against the warm wooden paneling, and then her back, her forelegs leaving the ground. Cheerilee reared up, using her hooves to press Fleur fully against the wall.

“What are you-“

“Shh.” Cheerilee groaned, kissing Fleur’s neck gently. “Just let me…” Fleur groaned again, her eyes slowly closing as she felt Cheerilee leave a wet trail of kisses down her front. When the earth pony’s teeth gently scraped over the rough flesh of her teat, she twitched a little, gasping as her marehood oozed a little bit of arousal. Why was she so turned on right now? What was wrong with her? All these thoughts and more were blasted away as Cheerilee’s tongue finally made contact with her marehood.

Sweet relief, like a wave, crashed through her as Cheerilee licked at her crotch. More of her juice flowed forth, helping the feeling of pleasure pulse faster and faster, her legs growing weak underneath the weight of her own body. She quivered and gasped, lost to the skilled ministrations of Cheerilee’s flat, skilled tongue. Everywhere was subject to the teacher’s touch, not a single bit of her marehood neglected. Cheerilee licked everywhere, from the U-shaped curve at the bottom of her opening to the damp fur just above her clitoris. And everywhere inbetween. Just when Fleur was about to give in, though, Cheerilee stopped. Panting, she pulled away, a thin trail of glistening wetness stretching between Fleur’s crotch and Cheerilee’s mouth.

“Wh… Why’d you stop?” Fleur panted, her thighs still quivering.

“Because you’re a unicorn. If I make you cum now, you’ll be done. Gotta make this last.” Cheerilee teased, kissing Fleur’s stomach gently. With a groan, Fleur leaned forward to all four hooves. It was true… She and Fancy Pants never lasted long in bed. But for what they had, it was intense. Cheerilee was a whole new thing… Fleur would have to work hard to please the teacher.

“May I?” She asked, nuzzling Cheerilee’s neck gently.

“By all means.” The magenta earth pony smiled and trotted over to her desk, deftly hopping up onto the worn wooden surface. She planted her rump and spread her legs, revealing her own pale pink slit. Fleur blushed again, slowly walking towards Cheerilee. “Have you ever…?”

“With a mare? Yes… Once or twice. I’m no stranger.” Fleur smiled and leaned in to kiss Cheerilee’s stomach, relishing the warm feel of her fur. Cheerilee’s hoof rose to run through Fleur’s mane, brushing the long strands off of her forehead. The first scent of Cheerilee’s arousal sent a shiver through her body, making her flanks shake visibly. Cheerilee stroked harder, helping to relieve some of the stress. Fleur focused on paying the teacher back, her tongue slowly trailing lower…

“No need to be scared…” Cheerilee cooed, smiling down at Fleur. “I can handle anything you can throw my way.” Her hooves paused for a moment before falling to the desk, her body leaning back. She thrust her hips out, exposing herself completely. Fleur moaned as she pulled back, admiring the sight before diving in…

“Hmmff…”

“Ooh… Yesssss…” Cheerilee’s groan came straight from the throat, making her entire body vibrate softly. Fleur’s tongue put pressure on her opening, teasing the mare, but not quite moving inside… Not just yet… She moaned deeper, sending a quick shock into Cheerilee’s clitoris before pulling back and kissing the entirety of Cheerilee’s marehood. The kiss was enough to make Cheerilee whimper, her stomach twitching slightly. Fleur smiled before setting back in on the mare’s center, licking and flicking all the little bits she could. Cheerilee, true to earth pony style, came fast but wasn’t discouraged. She gasped loudly as her walls clenched Fleur’s tongue, pulsing for a moment as she peaked. When she finished, though, her hooves resumed stroking Fleur’s mane, urging her on with gentle tugs. Fleur smiled and continued licking, focusing almost solely on Cheerilee’s clit.

“Aah!” Cheerilee gasped and came once more, shuddering for a moment before she relaxed. “That’s so good… Keep going.” She panted, pulling Fleur closer. Her muzzle buried inbetween Cheerilee’s thighs, Fleur continued licking, though her tongue was rapidly beginning to tire… Cheerilee’s third orgasm came in short order, but was followed soon after by another insistent pull. She still wanted more. Fleur wanted to oblige, but her tongue was all but tired out. Instead, she pulled back firmly, enough to lower her head…

“Ooh… Are you going to use your horn?” Cheerilee moaned, spreading her legs wide. “Do it… Put it in…” Fleur smiled and obliged, rubbing the rounded tip of her long, slender horn up and down slowly… Coordinating her neck and head was a difficult task, compared to her tongue… But Cheerilee seemed like she could handle the rough motions. Unlike previous lovers, who had been either unicorn or pegasus, Cheerilee was an earth pony. She could handle this.

Fleur’s horn was now almost completely covered in Cheerilee’s arousal. She adjusted so the rounded tip was pressed inbetween Cheerilee’s parted lips, teasing her entrance. Cheerilee wasn’t one for teasing, though… So Fleur skipped right past the pleasantries and slid inside…

“Aahn!” Cheerilee groaned and arched her back, her hips lifting off of the desk an inch or so. Fleur felt the pressure change on her horn, the angle shifting a little. Cheerilee pushed forward, sliding more of her slick center down onto the ivory pole buried inside of her. Fleur had done this successfully only once before, but the motion returned soon enough. She spread her hooves, giving her a larger base, and began rocking back and forth slowly. Cheerilee handled up to half of Fleur’s horn before she couldn’t resist crying out, and even then, it wasn’t from pain. Before long, Fleur was able to bury the entire thing inside Cheerilee, causing the magenta mare to cry out at the top of her lungs.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Cheerilee began panting, her hooves shaking as Fleur pushed deep into her over and over. Three more deep, hard thrusts, and the teacher was pushed over the edge. “Aaaa-ugh!” She grunted with the force of the last thrust, her hips lifting so firmly that Fleur thought her horn would snap off inside. She pushed her head down, forcing Cheerilee’s rump back onto the desk, holding her there with all the strength in her neck. Fleur was lathered in sweat from exertion, panting and groaning as Cheerilee continued to flex around her horn. Slowly, and only when she was certain the teacher was done, Fleur pulled out.

“Good?” She asked, raising a hoof to run through the juices coating her horn. The ivory surface was slick with release, some of it having dripped down onto her head, matting her mane against her skull. She honestly didn’t mind. Giving back to Cheerilee was completely worth it.

“Very… Very good.” Cheerilee smiled. “Time to return the favor, and give you that orgasm from earlier.”

“Eep!” Cheerilee roughly pulled Fleur up onto the desk, her strong legs maneuvering the larger white unicorn without any resistance. Fleur was lifted, twisted, and then rolled over so she was on her back, and Cheerilee was straddling her. The teacher’s glistening, pulsing sex hovered just over Fleur’s muzzle, and she felt her legs being slowly forced apart. When she yielded, she was not disappointed. Cheerilee wasted no time in sloppily licking Fleur’s neglected center, sending the pleasure from before crashing through her veins fast and hard. Fleur knew that there was a possibility she could be licking Cheerilee, enjoying that musky, delicious taste she had only recently partaken in… But she couldn’t even lift her head with the muscle-robbing pleasure that Cheerilee was ruthlessly giving her.

Surprisingly enough, Fleur felt somewhat numbed to it… Her vision blurred over and the strength left her muscles, but she didn’t cum… She was held on the cusp of orgasm, filled to the brim with bliss, but unable to climax… Not to say she didn’t enjoy it… In fact, she was drooling with how much her body loved the feelings running through her. But her center wouldn’t go that extra little bit…

“Come on, Fleur… You gotta give to get.” Cheerilee teased. Her hips swayed back and forth, teasing Fleur with the pale pink vagina poised just above her open mouth. Realization came to her in just a moment.

“You… Want me to lick you… Back?”

“I’m not going to make you cum until you do.” Cheerilee teased. To emphasize the point, she gave Fleur’s clitoris another flick, enough to make her arch her back, but not nearly enough to give her an orgasm. She shuddered as she exhaled, feeling her muscles twitch once more.

“F-fine… Haah…” She willed herself to lift her head, whimpering as her sore tongue pressed against Cheerilee’s hovering core. As soon as she did, Cheerilee lowered her own head, slowly licking Fleur’s wet marehood from bottom to top again… The pleasure returned in force, making her twitch and gasp. Inbetween hot breaths, she managed to press her tongue into Cheerilee once again, moaning to make the magenta mare’s clitoris vibrate. Cheerilee was twice as energetic as Fleur, which was understandable given that the white unicorn’s jaw was beginning to cramp. She fought through the nagging pains, though, eager to keep Cheerilee pleased enough that she could peak herself…

She was finally rewarded when Cheerilee’s teeth flicked her clitoris several times, driving her well over the edge. She gasped loudly, her head thumping into the desk as she emitted a thin stream of clear liquid. Obviously afraid to let it get all over the classroom, Cheerilee drank every drop, groaning into Fleur’s center as the unicorn spurted and oozed release. When it was finally over, Cheerilee grinned down the length of both their bodies, smiling at Fleur as she panted.

“Good?” She asked, slowly swinging her leg out. Fleur managed a weak nod, her chest still rising and falling as she fought to regain her breath.

“V… Very good…” She moaned, raising a hoof to wipe sweat off of her forehead.

“You definitely missed your train by now.” Cheerilee mumbled, hopping down off of the desk. “You’re welcome to stay with me tonight. I promise I won’t wear you down that much.” The seductive wink Cheerilee gave her was enough to spur Fleur into action. She rolled off of the desk and followed the teacher out of the schoolhouse…

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Fleur spotted him the moment the train crested the last hill between Ponyville and Canterlot. The ride home had been anxious and much longer than she remembered it being.

“Darling! How was your trip?” Fancy Pants was waiting for her on the platform, a bouquet of roses in his magic as she approached. Smooth as she could, Fleur reached out and gripped his tie in her teeth, tugging it and him along as she left the train platform. “Gack- hey! Fleur, what has gotten into you?” He choked and stumbled along after her, half-dragging, half-led by the assertive unicorn.

“We are going home.” She mumbled into the fabric of his tie. “And you… Ptoo!” She spat his tie out, glaring back at him with a look as fiery and seductive as she had ever given.

“Are giving me a foal. We have a school to send him to.”

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Sorry for the wait, folks. It’s been some time since I’ve done a request, so I hope this at least partially makes up for the wait. As you probably know, I was entertaining some company this last weekend, and couldn’t write anything. But it’s back to the normal routine now, so you needn’t worry your pretty little heads over anything. I’ll be handling requests as fast as I can, which may be anywhere from three a day to one a week. I write when I can, but I’ve also got three other projects I’m working on. Patience is key. I will write every request I have received, and will continue to do so until I decide to stop accepting them for whatever reason. Even then, I’ll write what I have, and enjoy myself doing it.

This chapter was requested by White Reaver, who originally said something along the lines of “I just want to see what you can do with Cheerilee. I don’t care who you do it with, just do it.” When my prereader saw that request, he suggested Fleur De lis. The idea stuck, and I came up with this. In addition, I wrote this without my glasses (Which I left at home on accident) so if there’s anything that seems off, you can attribute it to eye fatigue. Hope you enjoyed!