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It was a nice sunny morning when Shire woke up. Today he was starting school, but not just any school: He was being sent to Miss Cheerilee's school. The princess had trouble reading Shire's letters or anything else he wrote. Not so much the fact she didn't understand what he was saying, but rather the spelling and grammar was bad, to the point there were such basic errors that even the youngest filly could spot.

So Celestia told shire that he was to go and learn about English in a real class, with a proper, understanding teacher approved by the Princess herself. It was Shire's first day at a good school, and there was one problem that he was told about:

Shire was a fully grown stallion and his parts where on show even with his thick and long fur. For safety, he had to ware some black pony pants to hide his sheath and balls. They fit great, hiding everything, but not completely - such that they gave the wearer the look of having small colt parts rather then stallion parts.

As shire walked into the school the fillies and colts went quite, switching from talking to staring at the big horse that walked into their school. They then started to whisper to each other.

"Wow what a big pony, he must be a parent, I bet he's going to see the head master, wonder which pony is in trouble?" they said, but where shocked when he went into Miss Cheerilee's classroom. Now they were thinking that he was Miss Cheerilee's brother.

Shire sat at an empty desk that had his name written on a piece of card. The princess had told him he wasn't to learn anything else, but she thought rather than missing the whole class he may as well go and learn other stuff too, the stuff that unfunded fee schools (like he'd attended in his youth) might only glance at.

The bell rang, and the young class ponies walked into the classroom, a bit surprised at seeing a fully grown big earth pony sitting at a desk.

Shire's wings and horn were thankfully very well hidden, a trick set up by Luna to prevent the worst awkward questions.

"Good morning class, please take your seats and open your note books to a new page, then when you've done that I've some news."

As Miss Cheerilee sat behind her desk the fillies and colts did as she told them, opening their note pads to a new page. Shire just watched the others, as he had only brought along his lunch. He then saw that his desk was the lift-up kind, and sure enough, when he lifted the lid there was a notebook waiting for him.

The inside of the desk was very nice, there was a pot of ink for dipping your quells in, a few spare quells in case one broke or couldn't used ink any more, a dictionary which shire would used a lot, and some extra blank paper for doodling or writing out rough or neat. There was also enough space in there for other books, like your note book or art book or magic book.

"Class, as you may have noticed we have a new stud- I mean, student with us, he maybe a bit older but he is here to learn as the school he went to was a fee-based school," Cheerilee informed the class, hoping they didn't notice the Freudian slip.

She shuddered at that thought knowing what they did at those schools, charging fees of gold or goods for educations, when really most ponies that came from there couldn't even use basic motor skills. And were abused by the teachers for it.

"Shire, please come to the front and tell us about yourself and don't worry, I'm nice unlike other teachers," Miss Cheerilee said, smiling.

Shire got up and walked to the front of the classroom. He then looked at all the fillies and colts looking at him in awe and talking about his size.

"Um, hello little ones. My name is Shire, I'm a earth pony and I used to work on a farm, my parents are long gone and I had a very tough life, working almost every day, even Hearthswarming day while you where all enjoying your presents. I had about 2 hours to open and play with my presents before working.

"My school was the fee school where they didn't care what you did so long as it was on what they where teaching or trying to teach half the time we'd just play I enjoyed it but I felt ignored.

"I'm here to mostly learn English, as I'm not very good at it, but if I improve the princess will be happy."

The classroom whispered, and Shire stood there not looking shy, but rather happy that he could talk about his life and not have ponies yawning or bored-looking.

"Hay shire, if you worked on a farm why isn't it there anymore? I know loads of farms but the farm of the shire ponies hasn't been heard from in 5 years," The yellow filly asked, looking at Shire, who was like her brother only taller.

"Well, when my parents died I was 17; I had no use for it. It was run down from years of not being looked after, and the work needed was going to cost so much I put it up for sale.

"I sold it all, the farm, the land, and everything on the farm - even my parent's graves. Every shire pony was buried on that farm.

"It was brought by a pony called Filthy; he built a mall on it, all I know is that outside in the cart park is a plaque saying, 'On this ground the shire pony race built their home, my mum and dad are buried there as well as every relative of mine.'

"He had the good taste to put a water fountain there on the graves"

Shire's eyes started to water from knowing that he could never dig up his parents' bones and bury them somewhere else.

"Huh, I never knew my daddy brought that old wreck, he made the right decision there building that mall it makes over 40 million bits a year... Oh! That must be why that year I got my diamond tiara," said a pink filly, smiling and pointing it out.

"Okay Shire, thank you for that, that was quite interesting now go and take a seat please.

"Today, class, we'll be learning about how trees are grown and how we can help them," Miss Cheerilee said, going to the board.

Shire wasn't really interested in that, as he already knew how to help trees thanks to working on a farm since the age of 3. Trees where very helpful.

Shire looked inside his desk and got out his note book and some paper. Then, dipping the quell in the ink, he began to write as well as draw; not very well, but it made the time go by. Shire enjoyed writing as it took his mind off harder matters like work, and bills and how the world works; to him his childhood was better then now. As he wrote, a few of the other ponies in the class noticed him writing and drawing. They looked over and saw what he was writing as well as drawing.

Now, once Shire gets into writing, he doesn't attend to what's going around him. So although some ponies were looking at his writing, he didn't notice; thankfully he was writing nothing rude (which he enjoyed). Shire liked to write smut, but as he knew he was in class full of little ponies he decided to write clean in case some of them snooped.

As the bell rang to dismiss students from class for lunch time, Shire got out his lunch and looked at it: some cake, a hay roll and a can of Coke. As he exited the classroom he saw two fillies bulling three others.

Shire noticed that one of them was the one that had asked him about the farm. He also recognized one of the two bullying them; it was the pink filly that had insulted his farm. He walked over and listened leaning up against the wall.

"Still blank I see, CMC's! You'll always be blank, just like your faces in math class!" The two laughed, then stopped when a shadow appeared over them as Shire made his move.

"You know, that's a nice little plastic tiara you got there, that must have really drained your daddy's wallet; can you go lower then a bit? Hmm I also didn't know they had penny stores."

The three fillies laughed as the pink filly ran off crying dropping the tiara. She was followed by a grey filly holding the tiara in her mouth.

"That was cool, Shire!" said an orange filly, flapping her wings,

"Yeah, no-one's ever stood up to her before," a white unicorn said, smiling.

"Hay Shire, how'd you get your cutiemark?" The yellow filly asked, looking at his plot and seeing a barrel.

"Well I got mine because I worked on a farm and as you know farms have barrels."

"You're not thinking, 'Shouldn't it be something more farm-related?'"

"Nope. See, thanks to my size I was able to be used as a holder while they made the barrels in the woodwork shops. I also used barrels to help farm life go easier; like using old woodworm-riddled ones as watering rollers." Shire smiled as they looked in awe at his cutiemark, and enjoying his story too.

The bell then went and lunch was over. Shire had mostly been talking about his cutiemark and how the three blanks could get theirs. Thankfully, due to Shire's practice as a trencher pony he had eaten his food in seconds. Only the can of coke was left, and it too he drank in a matter of seconds. As Shire walked back, in Miss Cheerilee wasn't there -still on lunch break- but a very angry pink pony was.

"Look here you hillbilly! This is a pure made from 100% silver with the finest blood diamonds tiara, not a cheap one bit store rip off!" the pink pony said, huffing and feeling proud.

"Oh I'm sure it is, I mean you daddy must have melted down all the silver in the house, then carefully cut a window up to make those glass beads," Shire said grinning and mocking her.

"Why you I'll I you..."

That was all the pink pony could say, as Miss Cheerilee walked in just as the pink pony was about to bite his leg; un-ladylike but it would show him, sadly her grey mare friend pulled her away.

"Okay class, time to take your seats. I hope you had a nice lunch," She said as they all sat down at their desks. Shire on the other hoof picked his seat up then opened his mouth.

"Where are we taking them Miss?" he said, holding it up on his back. The class laughed at this. Miss Cheerilee laughed too she enjoyed that gag.

"Not anywhere Shire, you silly pony you. Anyway class, to the lesson. It's now time for English, and as shire is new but seems to enjoy writing as I've seen him writing away while I've been teaching you other stuff, I'm going to ask you to write a story about you and me, I want it done by the end of the lesson; if you don't finish it by the end of the lesson it's homework.

"The story needs to be on what we would do, and where we would go. It can be about anything; going to the beach, a film or even a picnic." She smiled and sat behind her desk, letting the ponies write.

As the classroom filled to the sound of quills on paper, Shire was hard at work writing down what he and Miss Cheerilee would do.

Shire knew that his words would be bad, but he also knew that he would get a star for effort and with the help of the dictionary he might even get more then that.

As the time ticked by the bell then went; a few fillies sighed and a few colts moaned, having not finished their stories yet. As for Shire, he hadn't heard the bell.

Shire was still writing away; it was only when he put the quill down at the end of his story that he looked up and saw the classroom was empty apart from Miss Cheerilee marking other students' papers.

"Well, someone wanted to finish that story. You know, you could have done it for homework, but that's okay. See you tomorrow, Shire," Miss Cheerilee said, smiling as she went back to looking though the others' work. Shire handed in his paper and left.

Outside, everyone was meeting their parents and families. Then, a pony Shire knew came over with another, older, pony he also knew, even if it had been 5 years. The pink pony was pointing at him, and he knew who it was and what they wanted to talk about.

"Ah, Shire! Long time, no see. You're looking good," he said, the pink filly at his side pouting.

"Oh yes, my little Queen here tells me that you've been saying that her tiara is fake, that's not true, it real 100% I only buy the best for my little Queen," he said, smiling and petting her mane.

"Yes it is, brought with the money you made by selling the land to the mall owner."

Shire's tune turned in a second. "Do you know that my business went bust because of that? I set off 5 years ago to sell music to ponies but it failed.

"I became homeless, eating out of trash cans and all because you knew that my music store was a rival to your music store in the mall, so you stopped me by lowering prices in the mall so more ponies went to it thus making my business fail"

The Shire then said some deep words to the pony that had destroyed his farm.

"I hope the sleeping pills they give to you at night are strong.

"Because if I ripped ponies off or sold their land that their fathers' fathers built and buried their remains under 6 FT of cement so that they can't be got at, I'd want some strong ones."

He then walked away both ponies looking a little white and really scared of this new pony that seemed so nice 5 years ago.

As Shire walked along back to the castle, he saw the three CMC's,

They were at a wood maker trying to get there cutiemarks in barrel making, but sadly they couldn't: a sign on the wall said "No fillies or colts unless on a tour".

Shire walked over to them as they sat outside sad faced.

"Don't worry little ones, it's like that now, my cutiemark is a rare thing, barrels are now mass produced, so my teenage years of being the drum holder are gone," he said, ruffling their manes and making them happy again. They smiled and went off, looking for other cutiemarks they could get.

Shire just walked home to the castle; he was tired from learning and writing. As soon as he got to his area of the castle (which was under it) he sighed and flopped onto the bed.

He then got up and popped on a record. The player hissed and crackled then started playing some strange music of his past.

As the music played shire started to do other homework. Even though he hadn't been listening, a few lessons he had been paying attention enough to note down what he had learned, as some of the stuff was useful.

As the music played on he'd also noticed his spelling had improved thanks to Miss Cheerilee helping. Shire then wrote a letter to the princess, in his best hoof writing.

"Dear Princess, today I learned how to draw basic shapes, how to spell hard words like because and grandfather.

"I do hope that I'm getting better, my hoof writing has gotten much better has you can see, no ink stains or blots.

"Yours, Shire"

He then sent it to Celestia... well, walked to her and handed it to her in person.

That night as he slept he dreamed of being a famous writer. Dreamed how the ponies cheered for his books, wanting to know what his next one would be.

But then the sun shone in and his dream was washed away as he opened his eyes.

Shire got up and yawned; he smiled and went to school knowing that he'd get feedback on his story.

As he walked in, every filly and colt there waved, they liked to have a bigger older pony around as they could see that even older ponies have to sometimes go back to school; it made them feel less dumb.

As Shire went into the classroom he saw that Miss Cheerilee was there. She was blushing and holding a piece of paper, which was a bit crumpled and dog eared.

"Oh hello Miss Cheerilee, you're here early," Shire said smiling putting his bag at his desk.

"Yes, that's because I need to talk to you about your um story on me and you, its um good but I can't let you read it out loud." She blushed, looking at it again, going a deeper shade of red.

"I know the grammar's really bad and I might add bits in as I read it but why can't I read it?" Shire asked, not seeing the biggest problem with it.

"Because it's not for young ponies; you've written a clop fic. A good one, but it can't be read aloud to the class." She blushed more, trying not to look into his eyes or the paper.

"Oh yeah, I forgot I was in with younger ponies, but at least you liked it," Shire said, smiling and looking at her notes on it.

"Liked it? Shire I clopped to it!" Miss Cheerilee blushed and covered her mouth after saying that.

"Oh? It was that good?" Shire asked, turning and looking at her smiling.

"Yes, most clop fic's are all 'tell' detail and no real sex scene," she said, blushing about explaining this to him.

"Yours is just a plotline with basic dialogue, /then/ some juicy /'show'/ details for the sex," she said, looking at the page that had the sex scene.

"Then a bit more plot line and end. I couldn't stop reading it, and I can't help but do this for doing a good job."

She got up and kissed Shire; Shire, rather than backing away, kissed back. As they were about to get a bit more intimate, they looked at each other. Just as they broke the kiss, ready to go further, the bell rang and spoiled it all.

Miss Cheerilee hid the paper in her desk drawer, and told Shire to write another one and to not say a word about what they had just done.

Shire sat down and started to write out a quick non-clopfic story. As the fillies and colts came in they saw Shire writing and wondered what he was writing. They didn't care to look, though, as they knew that today they'd be reading their stories out loud to the class.

"Good morning class, I hope your voices are okay today, as today we'll be reading your stories that you wrote about me out to the class.

"Shire's work however is... um... at home; he forgot to bring it, but can remember what it was about. I'll hand out the grades, then you can read the story, and when you're all done Shire can read his."

She smiled, blushing a little and hoping that no one had seen them kiss. After Cheerilee handed out the papers, she sat down at her desk just as Shire finished writing.

As the ponies talked about what they'd do with Miss Cheerilee, she couldn't take her eyes off Shire; her mind kept thinking about that story.

Was it really true, would he really do what he said he done in the story? No sweet dinner, just the classroom, and have bare sex on her desk in front of her class?

Her protective panties were getting moist from just thinking about that story.

She bit her lower lip thinking about him and her and just doing that in the classroom.

Okay, she had Big Mac, but this pony was amazingly even bigger, and was free instead always working.

As she debated it, everyone finished reading their stories, even Shire (who used a lot of movements to go with his saying how aliens came and took her away and how he became king).

The bell went for lunch. Shire smiled at Miss Cheerilee she smiled back, a bit of a blush on her face because she was still thinking of that story.

"That was a great story shire, but what happened to the one you did write? It had something to do with us watching you and Miss Cheerilee," the three ponies asked, looking at Shire as he ate his hay roll.

"Oh that was too bad even for the teacher to read," he said, not waiting to tell what it was about.

"It was full of errors and was only slightly finished. There was more but I ran out of time .plus the plot didn't make sense. So I had to make a new one, one that makes sense." He said, smiling and eating the rest of his hay roll.

The three went off knowing that and were none the wiser. Shire sat on a bench outside and ate the rest lunch; he sighed hoping the young ones hadn't seen much of his clop fic, that's when Miss Cheerilee sat next to him.

"A quite word with you Shire, if that's okay." she said, sitting next to him as she opened a can of Coke and gave it to him.

"Oh um sure, what about, miss?" he asked, blushing and drinking the Coke she'd given him.

"About your clop fic; as much as I'd hate to admit it, it was very good. Other than the grammar issues, it was very understandable.

"But please, next time if you do write that kind of content give it to me in private, others might see it and start asking questions," she said, blushing hard and eating some of her grass.

"What did you like the most about it?" he asked, drinking the drink and seeing that no one was looking at them or walking over to them.

"The fact that it gets right to the point; no details in the wrong or detailed build up its just sex.

"I enjoyed that; I do admit to reading clopfics, but they're so full of detail, trying to be plot-with-porn instead and failing at it.

"Your story just gets right to the point' no real build up; it's just 'BOOM!' sex.

"Um... I was thinking... do you want to um... do a live action version of it?" she asked, putting a hoof on his thigh and rubbing lightly.

"If you want to I don't mind, in fact if you want to we can do it right now" Shire said, groping her plot from behind.

"Ah, as much as I would love to just throw you down here and have my way with you, we have to think of the young ponies," She said moaning from his grope and groping back.

She got up and blushed, walking back to the classroom to check papers.

Shire then had an idea on how to get into Miss Cheerilee's panties and make it look like punishment.

As the bell went for class shire smiled walking into class and sat at his desk. He then looked inside his desk and got out some paper and started to draw Miss Cheerilee, but nagging at the class with them falling asleep from it. He then passed the note around, the others laughed at it as it was sometimes true.

"Class, what are you laughing about? How the Princess rises the sun isn't funny, are you passing notes around Shire?" she asked, looking at him as he winked at her hoping she knew what he was thinking.

"Indeed, care to see what I'm passing around?" he responded, smiling as she blushed and realized exactly what he was doing.

The class gasped from what Shire said; no-one had ever done that before, owning up to passing notes around.

Miss Cheerilee walked to shire and saw the paper with her putting her class to sleep with her nagging.

"Shire, that's not very nice, this is your first warning," she said, grabbing the paper and putting it in the bin.

"So how many warnings for I get detention?" he asked as the classroom gasped, again shocked at this behaviour.

"If you want it so badly then you've got it mister! One hour after school detention" she said, smiling at Shire as she knew what he had planed and this was perfect.

As the lessons went on, Shire just sat at his desk writing while Miss Cheerilee kept talking. The end bell finally rang, and every pony left except shire and Miss Cheerilee.

"Shire, I want you to write out 50 times, I must not draw dumb pictures in class."

She smiled and sat behind her desk as shire walked to the board and started to write.

She knew that with only 50 lines of that simple ness that Shire would be done in no time. And sure enough, 10 minutes later he was done; he then turned and looked at Miss Cheerilee who was looking at him lustfully.

"Well-done shire, now then have you learned your lesson?" she asked, looking at him and rubbing her marehood a little.

"Oh yes miss, I will do it again as I know-"

His sentence was cut off as Miss Cheerilee kissed him, shire let her and kissed her back she then removed his pants and her panties and they both locked eyes.

As the kissed, Shire stroked Miss Cheerilee's mane and then she started to do the same until she broke the kiss. It was then that she turned around and showed off her plot and her pussy, letting its juices drip on the floor.

Shire smiled and put his head under her tail, and licked her wet pussy. Miss Cheerilee moaned out from this, her pussy clenched on his tongue as it licked deep inside her.

She panted and moaned out really wanting it, she pushed back into his licks; his tongue licking her clit; she made sure it was licked every time she winked at him.

Shire stopped and then turned to the side, showing off his member; it throbbed and slapped his underside.

Miss Cheerilee gasped and blushed; she got onto her knees and started to lick and suckle the big meat. It throbbed as she bobbed her head on it.

The pre was so sweet to the taste, and then she saw his balls; they looked un-used or at least like they'd not been truly emptied in a while.

As shire bucked a little from Miss Cheerilee's tongue, she took as much as she could down her long neck; she gagged a little but didn't care. She was going to make this last as long as she could, she wanted to enjoy it as much as Shire did.

After she stopped sucking on his member she looked at him and he looked at her, they kissed deeply and shire then asked something not every stallion would ask.

"Do you want me to wear rubber?"

Miss Cheerilee almost fainted from that no one had ever asked her that. Her pussy winked a lot just from that, not caring if he did or didn't.

She shook her head and turned around, wiggling her plot at Shire, wanting to be mated.

Shire looked at her dripping and wanting pussy, then got on top of her.

She felt his weight on her back but she didn't feel a cock in her. All she felt was the tip lightly poking at her folds making her wetter; she blushed.

Shire was taking his time, not rushing this, which she enjoyed.

Shire then pushed the tip into her marehood, spreading her wide from his size. Miss Cheerilee gasped and moaned feeling the monster meat in her; Big Mac had opened her but this pony was making her really open.

She gasped as she clenched onto his cock, milking it, but Shire didn't thrust or move. She then knew that he was letting her get used to the size and feeling before doing anything like that.

Shire then waited for her to let him know she was ready. She nodded, and he pushed in more, inch by inch she felt it go into her; she then felt it push into her womb and the hit the back of her womb wall.

"Oh gods!" she moaned out, clenching down vicelike on his cock, milking it and not caring if she was caught; if she was, that would only add to the excitement.

Shire then pulled out and started to thrust hard, each thrust hitting the back of her womb walls. Her inner walls went back to normal size as he exited before being opened again wide when he thrust in. Her womb wall was hit with each thrust sending a wave of pleasure though her body, she couldn't hold back much longer.

As Shire picked up the pace with his thrusts she pushed back onto him, she was now his mare.

Screw her other stallion that was only for Hearts and Hooves day. This nice big gentle stallion was now her stallion and no other stallion mattered.

As Miss Cheerilee started to feel her orgasm coming she could also feel shires his cock head flaring inside of her.

"Please, fill me with that seed, empty your balls!" she moaned as she clenched hard onto his cock.

Shire replied with a grunt, his cock head flared inside her womb and with three hard quick thrusts he came within it. Miss Cheerilee felt the warm seed hit the back of her womb then she felt the gush of seed as more and more of it flowed into her. Her belly started to swell from the seed flowing into her but she didn't care.

As she stood there she gasped, feeling his seed escape her pussy and lightly drip down onto the floor and her hind legs making her shudder. She moaned as she couldn't hold on any longer, and came onto Shire's cock. Her juices flew from her pussy and onto his balls and dripped to the floor, leaving quite a puddle.

After Shire had stopped, Cumming another small load into Miss Cheerilee, both of them panted.

Miss Cheerilee felt her belly; it was big and full of wonderful shire seed.

Shire then tried to un-mount her. She stopped him from pulling out of her by clenching her walls onto his cock; he soon understood what she wanted.

She wanted it to be in her as long as it could be, not wanting him to pull it out; instead of that she liked the feeling of a stallion leaving it in her until it returned to its sheath.

A few moments later a wet slop was heard as his cock slopped from her well used pussy, seed gushed out onto the floor. Miss Cheerilee moaned and gasped, she then put her panties back on and kissed Shire, who had also quickly put his pants back on.

She then she looked at the mess on the floor; she learned down and licked it, wanting to taste it. His seed was so nice and salty and still warm it was now in her tummy and her womb.

As Shire was leaving Miss Cheerilee stopped him, and kissed him deeply.

"What we did, Shire, we can't tell anyone; I could lose my job or even my teaching credential."

She sighed and looked away, knowing it might be their first and last sexual encounter.

"Don't see why, I'm not underage or a young pony, besides, what we did was fine for ponies our age." He smiled and cuddled her, making her smile.

"True, but I just hadn't had any sex in so long I'd forgotten what it was like. Thank you Shire, this will keep me going for quite some time." She smiled and kissed him as they walked out of the classroom.

After that one night, Shire got much better at his writing each day. The Princess came on the last day of school and looked on with pride as she saw that Shire passed with flying colours.

Other than odd spelling error and the odd grammar error, he was much better at writing. His writing was much more understandable, and with some extra encouragement he would be the best.

Miss Cheerilee was much better too; she now had a reason and example to teach kids, that if you don't study hard now, your life ahead may be quite hard.

Everyone was sad to see Shire go, but they would remember him, as he had helped them a lot.

He had also stopped bulling in the school, as that pink filly didn't dare bully the blanks in case Shire was there to bully her.

Miss Cheerilee never forgot about Shire, and every so often while she is reading though the papers of fillies and colts she'll pull out Shire's clop fic and read through it just to remember him.

She also now clopped more, but only on her own time. And the stuff she reads?

Anything written by a certain pony called Shire of course.

~The End~