Author's Note

WhispersInTheDark wanted more of Nurse Snowheart, and he wasn’t the only one! In this bonus chapter, Jordan finally turns the tables on that gaslighting tease and gives her exactly what she deserves... lots and lots of love and affection!

Bonus chapter: Jordan gets discharged

“...stallion and mare. You may kiss the bride.”

At Mayor Mare’s words, I gripped Writing Desk’s mane and pressed my lips hungrily to hers. My short engagement to the plain earth pony had proven the utter rightness of our love. This brilliant, overlooked mare had quickly planned the construction of a group house for my brand new herd, a house that would be ready for us to inhabit as soon as we all returned from our honeymoon. Writing Desk had made all of the arrangements easily and with a smile, even while regularly visiting my room and taking her turn tending to her fiancé’s stiff cock, as I feasted on her slick and winking marehood. I’d never fallen so deeply for any human woman... yet far from the feeling being exclusive, I’d discovered that my love ran just as deep for the many other mares I’d welcomed into my herd.

Writing Desk moaned at my kiss and melted into my chest, holding me tight. As much as I longed to powerfully embrace the mayor’s former assistant, I took care to hold back, keeping my left arm at its lowest setting of power as I used it to gently stroke her mane. I was still learning how to use my bionic limb, and in the heat of passion I feared a loss of control. I didn’t want to start a marriage off with uncomfortable bruises or even a cracked rib. I wanted to leave this hospital as soon as I could, and take all of my wives with me for a honeymoon like no other. By this time tomorrow, we’d be frolicking on the sunny beaches of Prance!

“Oh, Jordan...” Writing Desk moaned breathlessly. “I’ve never felt this way before! No one’s shown me such passion, sweeping me away with a single kiss...”

“I’m standing right here...” complained Mayor Mare. Yet the couple she’d just wed were lost in the depths of love, as we tasted each other and pledged ourselves over and over with our mouths. Finally our familiar lips parted, and I gently cleaned the steam off Writing Desk’s glasses so that I could look into her beautiful eyes once again, all the while grinning like an idiot.

“Well, Jordan, that’s the last ceremony for now.” Mayor Mare wiped the tears away from her eyes. “Congratulations again on stealing Writing Desk away from my employment. Whatever will I do without her very valuable skills?”

I held the geeky earth pony to my chest with my fleshy arm, unable to resist the temptation to keep her close to me. “I’m sorry you feel that way, mayor, but true love can’t be denied.”

“It’s quite all right,” the mayor asserted. “I don’t feel like I’ve lost an assistant — I’ve gained a valuable political asset!”

I could practically sigh with relief. After a week of torment, things were finally looking up for me. A second prosthetic arm had swiftly been delivered from Canterlot, and a changeling surgeon had sewn it onto my left shoulder with skilful magic stitches. This morning, with one final blowjob, an utter scorcher that left me gushing rivers into her mouth, Nurse Redheart smacked her lips and declared that my body was completely free of the manticore venom. Finally, my ordeal was over. I still had months of physical therapy ahead, which surely wouldn’t be fun or sexy at all, but I’d survived everything the voracious mares of Ponyville had thrown at me. I was ready to move into my new home and begin my new life as a herd stud.

Yet before I could officially check out of the hospital that had nearly driven me to the grave, I’d had to indulge a wish from my new herd, a group of sweet and wonderful mares who wanted to hold their wedding ceremonies in the very room where I’d been so cruelly confined. For me, this place was full of terrifying memories, but for my wives it was the romantic spot where they’d first espied their true love.

Of course I couldn’t find it in my heart to deny anything my sweethearts wanted from me. (Seriously... have you been reading this story?) Now, after a veritable matrimonial marathon I was suddenly the husband of nine giddy ponies and an enthusiastically rhyming zebra. Yet something told me this was only the beginning of my herd. Once I left the relative safety of this hospital and ventured back into Equestria, I feared that wedding vows would become as familiar to my lips as small talk about the weather.

As my new bride headed out of my hospital room with a smile, practically trotting on air, Nurse Snowheart came in with her usual clipboard in one hoof. In her mouth she held a pencil that was already smeared with her ominous blue lipstick.

The beautiful, lemon coloured nurse scoffed at the rude protrusion of my erection. “How utterly disgusting, Jordan,” Snowheart griped. “Even during your own wedding, you just have it out there, standing tall and stiff... and oh so proud...” The pretty bluette slurped up a dangling strand of drool from her mouth and frowned sternly. “Won’t that thing ever go back down?”

“Hopefully it will, soon...” I rubbed the bandage on my fleshy arm, covering the spot where Zecora and Meadowbrook’s herbal virility potion had been pumped into me for the past week. Nurse Redheart had promised my sex drive would go back to normal within a few days... although between her and all the other mares I now had to satisfy, I suspected I’d soon be going right back to the stallion grass. “Can I have my clothes back?”

Nurse Snowheart sniffed haughtily. “Not until you’re discharged, Jordan, and I decide when you get discharged. First, we need to discuss your shameful recent behaviour.”

I hung my head with shame. “I’m really sorry that me and Derpy broke that bed, nurse.”

“Bed? You broke an operating table — during the operation! Derpy was going anal reverse cowpony on you while Dr. Carapace was sewing on your new arm!”

“What can I say?” I shrugged. “When that sweet voice calls, I have to answer.”

“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” Snowheart groaned. “You’re a disgrace to humankind! How dare you marry all these other mares, when you haven’t you even kissed me yet!”

“Wha?” I stammered, utterly taken aback by this 180° turn in the attitude of the seemingly frigid mare.

“What am I to you, Jordan?” Snowheart sniffled in the most heartwrenching way. “Just because I’m not a slut with a huge plot like Redheart, do you think I’m utterly without feelings? Do you know what it does to me, watching you capture hearts all over Ponyville, while ignoring the nurse who put everything she had into speeding your recovery?”

“Whoa, Nurse Snowheart.” I held up my hands, with the fingers on my bionic hand suddenly flexing backwards as an unprogrammed glitch struck them. “You’re a very pretty mare, but I’ve never thought of you that way. I guess you just didn’t seem interested.”

“Not interested? I gave you the best head of your life!”

I put my hand to my chin. “Hrm, that’s not what I remember.”

“Are you joking, Jordan? While you lay in that very bed, delirious from manticore venom, I worshipped your cock all night! I was your lifeline to sanity! Swallowing you for hours on end, keeping you right at the edge of ultimate pleasure, just to give you a f-fighting chance for survival!”

“That doesn’t seem right... didn’t you say you were just taking my blood pressure?”

“I personally clopped you off twice a day!”

“You said that was ‘therapeutic massage,’” I reminded the ever more frantic mare.

“I-I drank beakers full of your cum!”

“You were running tests, to check my venom levels!” I simply had to smirk as I threw every bit of Nurse Snowheart’s cruel gaslighting back in her face, to her utter dismay. “Yes, you’ve always been nothing but professional with me,” I added thoughtfully. “In fact, I’d say you’re the one mare in Ponyville who’s never showed any interest in my cock. You’re like a sister to me, Snowheart.”

“Stop being ridiculous, Jordan!” Nurse Snowheart protested. She turned and presented to me, flicking up her tail to reveal her swollen and glistening lips. “Would a sister do this? Why, I sat on your face for an hour, just this morning! That ‘cologne’ your brides couldn’t get enough of was me!”

“Really?” I asked innocently. “I don’t remember any of that. Maybe there’s something wrong with my memory. Why don’t I try this pussy of yours out, and see if it feels familiar?”

I picked up the tiny earth pony and dropped her onto her back on my finally empty hospital bed as she struggled and squirmed, the pencil dropping from her mouth and the clipboard from her hoof. Effortlessly palming Nurse Snowheart’s firm plot in my bionic left hand, I hiked up one hind leg with my more controllable right and slipped my cock into her slick, welcoming tightness.

“Oh, fuck, Jordan...” the nurse moaned as I filled her tiny horse box with a rigid length of human prick.

“Hrm...” I considered as I began to thrust deep into the silly mare, enjoying the heavenly sensations of her tight and welcoming cunny. “Nope, this pussy doesn’t ring a bell, Snowheart.”

“Ugh, so utterly crude... only a buffoon would forget such an exquisite, distinctive marehood!” Nurse Snowheart’s cute, banana yellow, button sized nipples quickly stiffened, and she moved her hooves to cover her teats as she felt Mayor Mare’s silent eyes and reddened cheeks rove over the lustful sight before her. “Just imagine the nerve,” Snowheart muttered. “This simpleton of a human using me, a certified nurse, as his personal dicksleeve!”

“D-disgraceful indeed...” the mayor agreed, her blush deepening and extending well down her elegant and supple neck. “To be made a rag for his cock sweat and a receptacle for his alien sperm... gosh, some girls have all the luck!”

Snowheart looked up at me, trying to keep her usual frown upon her face despite the pleasures I was bringing her. “I’ll—unf—suffer through this degradation, Jordan, if it jogs your memory and helps you recover. But you’d better pull out! I have no—oh, you’re huge—interest in becoming a single mother.”

“I completely understand,” I promised, looking into my tsundere lover’s eyes. “I’d never do that to you.” Then I looked upwards, at the earth pony who was slowly sneaking towards the door to my hospital room. “Mayor Mare?”

“Yes, Jordan?” The mayor stood still as if caught in a spotlight.

“Marry us.”

“R-right now?”

“You heard the nurse,” I grunted. “I couldn’t pull out of this tight little slit if I wanted to, and that means we have to be married by the time I cum inside.”

The mayor looked with discomfort around the hospital room. “Erm, Jordan, aren’t you skipping a few steps? Does Nurse Snowheart want to marry you?”

“Why ask me? Ask her, and hurry up! This pussy’s fine as hell! I can’t last much longer!” Snowheart’s cunt gripped me like a set of iron tongs hot from the forge, stroking my helpless prick towards a climax greater than any I’d felt. Even Spoiled Rich’s world class studmilker couldn’t compare to the bubbling hot spring I’d discovered beneath my newest lover’s cold exterior.

With every thrust deep into Nurse Snowheart’s body, I heard her breathing become softer and gentler. Her grumbling became quiet whimpers and moans, as the look of disgusted lust she was giving me shifted to become a gaze of love. It seemed to be the kind of annoyed love Snowheart might have felt for a misbehaving pet, but I could work with that. Our relationship had to start somewhere, after all.

“Very well,” the mayor griped. She cleared her throat and began a recitation I’d heard many times before that day. “Marriage is an tradition with a long history. Ever since the days of classical Equestria, stallion and mare... and mare... and stallion... have come together to pledge their love before their community, and begin the journey of life together. However, as a single mare myself, I find the idea of marriage quite overra—”

“Hurry, mayor!” I groaned. These speeches had gone on longer and longer as the day dragged on, with more and more mares joining my herd. As the pleasure of being inside Snowheart mounted in my body, my patience with the mayor’s babbling had finally come to an end.

“Oh, fine.” Mayor Mare rolled her eyes vigorously. “Do you, Jordan, take this mare to be your lawful wedded wife? To have and to hold, to love and to pleasure, to breed whenever she wants, to fit your straining erection into every offered hole and to always make her cum?”

These vows just didn’t sound like the ones I remembered from Earth. I mentally noted to ask Mr. Cake if he’d made such intimate promises when marrying his wife. Yet when I looked deep into Nurse Snowheart’s eyes, I knew in a moment that these vows fit the love I felt for her, and that nothing less would do. The seemingly aloof mare with the healing touch had been so devoted to my care, so determined to help me recover from my terrible trauma... or at least, replacing it with a much sexier trauma. After the experience we’d shared, our souls were connected, and our hearts were one... even if Snowheart would never admit it.

“I do,” I whispered, loud enough for only my sudden fiancée and the mayor to hear, even as a powerful thrust of my cock knocked the air right out of Snowheart’s lungs. Her scream of passion would have surely sent the hospital security guards galloping into my room, if just such screams hadn’t been heard coming from this room all week — sometimes from the guards themselves.

The mayor bit her lip, as our unconventional wedding aroused her to ever greater heights. “Nurse Snowheart, do you take this weird, irresistible human stud to be your lawful wedded husband? To have and to hold, to suck and to—”

“I do! I do! Oh, fuck, I do!”

“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you mare and stallion!” The mayor quickly ran out the door to my hospital room, her tail flagging and the lips beneath swollen and dribbling. “You may creampie the bride!” she called out as she fled.

Not a moment too soon! I hadn’t been wedded to Nurse Snowheart for even one second before my cockslit opened wide and spat a fat stream of semen directly into my new wife’s womb. I cried out, my balls tensed, and I buried my cock to the very root, sending the second launch of life-making liquid an even greater distance into Snowheart’s magical garden.

“How dare you, you beast!” Snowheart cried, pounding on my chest with her front hooves, even as her back hooves wrapped around my ass, holding me inside her. “I’m a happily married mare! My husband will—aaack!” Her cervix contracted tightly around the ridge of my glans, holding me in place even as her maregasm milked every drop out of me. Her muscle control was so fierce, that far from pulling out, I couldn’t even thrust anymore. All I could do was cum along with my bride.

Our lips met with a passionate, lipstick smearing kiss, and I moaned with purest happiness as my fondest wish finally came true. I’d always dreamed of making a child with my true love, but the scene had always been a romantic hotel suite with a tropical breeze wafting through the curtains, not a hospital room where I’d spent a week being constantly drained by dozens of talking horses. Yet in this moment, none of the circumstances mattered. I prayed only that my human seed would find room to grow in Snowheart’s lush and fertile womb, and that I would remember this precious moment as the first time I sired a foal that I was allowed to call my own.

As the throbbing of my cock diminished, the firm grasp of Nurse Snowheart’s pussy loosened. With one last tender kiss I raised my body up from hers, gasping for breath. “Well, Jordan, that was... almost satisfactory,” Snowheart admitted, “but I’m afraid I can’t discharge you just yet.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“You’ve caused a serious problem here at Ponyville General, and you have to address it before you can leave.” Snowheart rolled off of my hospital bed and dropped onto her quivering hooves. “Follow me,” she commanded, and swayed her hips with flagging tail as she left my room. Even after being thoroughly fucked, her cunt was so tight that not a drop of my sperm could leak out from her hungry grasp.

For the first time in a week, I crept out of my hospital room, and followed Redheart down the brightly lit hallways of Ponyville General, as naked as any pony and feeling quite exposed. I tried to use the nurse’s abandoned clipboard to hide my erection, but the flimsy plastic thing was far too small, and only made me look like I was boasting by comparison. Soon I abandoned the useless covering, and simply let the swollen head of my prick jut out before me, as if I were being led by an invisible leash that connected my cock and Snowheart’s unmatched cunt.

After months in Equestria I was used to strange looks from the ponies I passed by on the street, but now there was a heated and barely contained lust behind the stares. Doctors, nurses, and patients alike all took an interest in the walking buffet of male flesh Snowheart had placed on display. I even gathered a warm smile and a saucy wink from an elderly mare being pushed down the hallway in a wheelchair!

Through all of this ogling and objectification, where were my wives, the mares I’d just devoted myself to? I’d hoped to be escorted from the hospital by my lovers, yet the beautiful girls I’d married were nowhere to be seen. Nurse Snowheart led me through one hallway after another, up and down stairs, until I was completely lost and despairing of ever leaving this hall of supposed healing. Finally, my wife stopped before a closed door labelled with the symbol of a heart.

“This is our fertility clinic, one of the finest in Equestria,” she boasted. “And a good thing too, Ponyville has never seen a problem like this before. It seems that even a dullard like you can be of use occasionally... just step inside, and I’ll explain everything.”

I reluctantly opened the clinic door, only to be nearly knocked off my feet from a blast of humid and spicy air. Within this room the scent of wet and heated pussy was overwhelming, and I quickly saw why. The long, hallway like room was simply full of my brand new wives! Each had donned a set of four lacy stockings to serve as bridal lingerie, and each lay on a small but comfortable bed, her hind legs up in breeding stirrups... all except for Derpy, who had somehow flown into the stirrups backwards and upside down. The beautiful grey pegasus was now laying on her tummy, twerking her jiggly plot and presenting herself for a most inviting round of doggystyle baby making!

“W-what is going on?” I stuttered, my brain too numb by the beautiful sight to reach the obvious conclusion.

Nurse Snowheart shook her head sadly. “It’s a terrible tragedy. Mass delusion! These mares claim to be married to a caring and powerful male, but this supposed stud of theirs hasn’t even made them pregnant yet!”

Cold sweat ran down my back as I looked all about the fertility clinic, surveying the wet and winking fate awaiting me. Of course I knew what I was in for when wedding so many mares, but I’d thought I’d be able to spread out my breeding duties over a course of weeks or even months. With a whole herd to look after, I’d even hoped that one or two of my wives might not want foals of her own. Yet once again I’d utterly underestimated the depths of these mares’ desires.

Face to face with so many dripping pussies, all in need of immediate impregnation, I could only gulp nervously. Was it too late, I asked myself, to flee Equestria and ask for asylum in Griffonstone? Or would I merely find myself facing an equal crowd of heated griffonesses, all eager for the male ingredient that would fertilize their eggs and bring the peeping sounds of beloved chicks to their nests?

“Don’t look as if you’ve met your doom,” Zecora chided me as she wiggled her fine striped ass upon her bed. “Just get that seed inside my womb!”

“Well put, Zecora,” Nurse Snowheart agreed. “Breed them all, Jordan, and I’ll finally be able to file your discharge paperwork. Normally I’d also insist on a full physical examination, but I can simply take care of that on our honeymoon.”

“A-all right,” I agreed, unable to even think of doing anything but my utmost duty. “I’ll do my best not to disappoint any of you ladies.”

“We know you won’t, Jordan.” Nurse Redheart smiled at me as she finished tucking Writing Desk’s hind legs into her stirrups. She then climbed into a breeding bed of her own, reaching forward with her front hooves to spread her labia wide for me. Meanwhile, Nurse Snowheart trotted to the bed of the first mare I’d married, the lovely Cheerilee.

All my wives were eager to be filled with foal, but Cheerilee was the most desperate by far. She bucked frantically in her stirrups, snorting as her sensitive nose filled with my musk, not to mention that of her many fertile herd sisters. “Please, Jordan, take me first!” she begged. “I haven’t got much time! My clock is ticking!”

“There, there, Cheerilee.” Nurse Snowheart tenderly smiled and patted the upset earth pony, showing her new patient a sweetness and gentleness she had never showed me. “Relief is on the way. Our wonderful husband is here.” Snowheart firmly pressed a rubber ball gag into Cheerilee’s muzzle, silencing her whining moans. “He’s going to make tender love to you, bringing you to one climax after another, until he finally fills you full of potent human sperm and gives you the foal you deserve.”

Cheerilee calmed somewhat at Snowheart’s promises, content to pant through her gag and await her stud service. Snowheart then turned to me and her caring aspect vanished in an instant, replaced by the sternest of expressions.

“This system is so simple, I doubt that even you could fail to understand,” she scoffed. She pointed to a red lantern that magically glowed above Cheerilee’s bed. “A red light means a shamefully unpregnant mare. A green light shows a husband who has done his duty. The stirrups have positioned each patient for the very deepest penetration, so your disgustingly enormous cock should have no trouble hitting every spot perfectly... I mean, performing this routine insemination. It should only take you six or eight hours to make all the lights green, then you and I can head off to Prance.”

“Hey, who invited you?” shouted Lily Valley from her breeding bed.

“Yeah, Prance was my idea!” Roseluck added from the bed next to her friend’s.

“And we’re the ones paying for the honeymoon!” Daisy called out. She lay back comfortably in her own bed and sipped from a glass of white wine — no doubt the last alcohol she’d be allowed to have for quite a while.

Snowheart’s lip trembled at this sudden and unexpected hostility from her new herdmates. I gave my newest wife a comforting pat on the wither and nodded firmly, setting myself up for my first act as head of this family. I stepped towards the three griping mares and plunged fingers from each hand into Lily and Daisy’s floral scented coochies, flexing my hips to rub the head of my stiff prick up and down the moistened lips of Roseluck’s hungry slit.

“Girls, listen to me,” I insisted, gently stroking against three fat and winking clits, reminding my wives of my love and our mutual bond. To resolve conflicts in this herd would require firmness and empathy, not to mention a willingness to provide physical pleasures at the drop of a hat, until disagreements disappeared beneath moans and cries of orgasm.

“Y-yes, Jordan, of course!” The three successful businessmares tittered and smiled like blushing virgins at my touch. I knew my wives would always hold the true power in this herd, but I was determined to do what I could to guide my family along a path of harmony, and the only male authority I had came from my ability to reduce a pony to quivering jelly with a stroke or a kiss.

“I invited Nurse Snowheart into our herd,” I informed. I teased three pussies with my fingers and glans as I laid down the law. Damn, these earth ponies were tight... “She took care of me when I was sick, and I want her working with Redheart to make sure our foals stay healthy. I love her, and I know you’ll come to love her, too.”

“That s-sounds wonderful, Jordan,” Lily nodded frantically, thrusting her hips against my bionic finger.

“Anything you say!” Daisy moaned. “A new herd sister, yay!”

“P-please, stop teasing and put it in me!” Roseluck begged, wiggling her back hooves in the stirrups.

“I’ll be making all of you mommies today,” I promised, “but Cheerilee has been waiting for this moment the longest, and she should go first.” Struggling to remove my fingers from the tight slits that sucked on them and left them sticky with marish nectar, I swiftly moved to Cheerilee’s breeding bed. I knelt between wide spread purple thighs and began to kiss and tease the tender flower of Ponyville’s sweet schoolteacher, gently toying as I did with the jewelled plug that filled her plot.

The gagged mare snorted and panted at my touch, albeit more with frustration than pleasure. As much as I loved to orally service my wives, it seemed that Cheerilee was in no mood for foreplay. She needed to see that light go green before she could relax, or even cum. After one more taste of her dewy marehood, one more tease of her flexing ponut, I stood to begin my stud duties.

Thus I slipped my cock between the mature mare’s dripping lips and began my second breeding of the day with deep, yet gentle thrusts. I leaned forward and kissed Cheerilee’s gagged mouth, enjoying the kinky feel of the rubber ball underneath my lips as she panted and moaned beneath my slowly shifting body.

“Very good, Jordan,” Nurse Snowheart observed, “It seems I’ve finally gotten the situation through your thick head. Now, I’ll just lay down for some much needed rest.” The lovely earth pony mare sat her plot on an empty breeding bed nearby and stretched out with a satisfied yawn. Immediately the machine played a happy musical fanfare and lit up with a bright blue light.

“Erm, what does a blue light mean?” I asked with trepidation.

“Oh, it just means that the mare is pregnant with twins, but that hardly ever...” the nurse suddenly caught a glimpse of the light above her bed. “TWINS? Oh, Jordan, I’m so happy! You’re so... ahem... adequate, I suppose.”

I just smiled, indulging the icy pride of my newest wife as I made love to her precise opposite, the desperately thirsty mare who’d been first in line for my hand in marriage. Taming my naughty nurse would be quite the task, but I could tell that buried deep inside that cold shell was a kind lover and even a true submissive. I simply had to find that warmth and softness, and bring it out.

There was no finer task for a human such as myself. Even if it took a full lifetime of love and passion to melt that snowy heart, I could only hope this hero would be up for the challenge...