Miss Cheerilee

"Ehup." Big Mac says, as usual laconic in the **** when speaking.

"I brought the bottle of campaign." Miss Cheerilee says, still after a year and a half trying to provoke more conversation out of Big Mac, though knowing in her heart that a big part of why she likes him is that he always lets his actions speak for him rather than spouting off at the mouth.

"Have our pick of pie, dumplings, and tarts." Big Macintosh says, knowing that his lover would like just a bit more conversation out of him than one word yes and no answers.

"The food can wait: I see you feel the call of spring too..." Miss Cheerilee says, putting down her saddle bags next to Big Mac's and sidling up to him.

Big Mac says nothing, he just gently pushes Miss Cheerilee down to the ground and starts giving her forequarters, back, neck and plot deep tissue massage, working out the kinks of a whole winter of teaching school for a bunch of ungrateful insufferable brats who wouldn't know literature from a hole in the ground if you paid them a bit a try. Yes, he is aroused to the point of distraction but he is not some ravenous monster out of the Everfree, he has standards!

Miss Cheerilee melts into his talented hooves until at last she is completely relaxed and says: "Enough getting the kinks out Big Guy, it's time to put some back in." rolling onto her back to present her pussy for 'Monkey Style' sex.

Big Macintosh plants his hooves and craning his neck to get a good look guides his impressive 2.75 'Hoof'* long cock into Miss Cheerilee's love tunnel: not slamming it home all at once but pushing it in a bit at a time, letting Miss Cheerilee get used to it's 1 hoof girth again, not having felt this for more than 3 months. Once it's all the way in he pulls it gently back and repeats the process, speeding up steadily but incrementally, just the way he knows Cheerilee likes it. About ten minutes later Miss Cheerilee has started moaning so loudly that Big Mac is worried his family will hear, and he lifts one hoof to put up to her mouth.
*(One 'hoof' equals roughly 4 inches or 10 cm: it was standardized by Princesses Celestia and Luna over a thousand years ago based on the hoof prints of General Hurricane, which were tiny compared to the average.)

Though she stops moaning it is only to start sucking on his hoof, which kind of grosses Big Mac out, that hoof has been some nasty places since it was last washed, but Miss Cheerilee is and always was a freak in the bedroom. She enjoys a ton of perverted shit that Big Mac just isn't into, including but not limited to being a 'sub' in BDSM and, as now, licking other ponies unwashed hooves. He loves her, but sometimes her adventurousness in bed frightens him a little.

However Cheerilee senses his hesitation and stops, instead keeping herself quiet by pulling him down into a long kiss, before finally breaking it to start moaning: "Oh Gods, Oh Gods, Yes, YES, YEEEESSS!" as Big Mac feels her pussy muscles start to contract and spasm in orgasm. Once the spasms start he can't hold out for more than a few seconds, and paints the inside of Miss Cheerilee's Vaygoo with jizz, a huge load he's been saving for a week just for this night.

You see part of the secret which Big Mac is keeping from his very traditional family is that Miss Cheerilee has not gotten pregnant after a year and a half of off and on sexual encounters, and yet, even though she seems to be barren, they are still having sex. The 'Apples' are extremely old school, you don't marry a mare unless she is pregnant, 'A Proven Breeder' to use their parlance, and if she doesn't get knocked up within the first year of the relationship you call it quits, and the inverse if you are female: only marrying the stallion who manages to get you with foals.

These were the customs of Equestria for over 200 years after the ponies were **** out of the north by the Windigo, with so many dead in the long trek south they couldn't afford to waste resources on mares and stallions who couldn't help the population recover, so the 'year of proving' became the accepted norm. That fell out of vogue almost 1000 years ago but SOME families, the Apples among them, still hold to the antiquated custom: long after it has served it's purpose. Big Mac wants to marry Miss Cheerilee so bad he can taste it, but until he get's her pregnant...