Hero Worship

In the swirling clouds of the dream world, I found that I could stand and move about. I walked through misty realms, looking for whatever dream or nightmare was my destiny this night. In my dream my left arm was intact once more, but I couldn’t move so much as a finger on it, and the appendage seemed to be slowly fading away even as I watched.

I found myself in Sugarcube Corner, the place I’d spent so much time working, but the colours and the sounds were muffled, and all perspectives seemed distorted. I heard somepony call my name, as if from very far away. I looked up and saw Mrs. Cake polishing a large machine she’d installed on the counter next to the cash register.

“Mrs. Cake, did you call for me?”

The mature earth pony mare smiled. “Jordan, thank goodness you’re here. We’re going to be changing up your duties here at Sugarcube Corner.”

“I hope you’re not unhappy with my work.” I had to admit I was disappointed. I was enjoying learning from my skilled boss, and even looking forward to starting my own bakery one day.

“It’s just that we have to keep up with the times.” Mrs. Cake patted the metal machine. “You see, it’s the latest craze from Manehattan — using a stallion’s precum in coffee instead of milk.” A shiver ran down my spine: there was something predatory in my boss’ normally maternal features. “They say it’s great for glossy, healthy fur!”

“Really? I’ve never heard of that...”

“The Buckstars across the street just installed their machine, but we’ve got them beat. Thanks to you, we can offer an endless supply of exotic human precum!”

“Does it have to be me?” I questioned nervously, looking at the shiny machine with its heavy duty engines and metres of silicone tubing. “W-why can’t Mr. Cake do it?”

Mrs. Cake giggled ominously. “You’re so silly, Jordan. My husband’s dick actually gets used! Several times a day, in fact. You haven’t got a special somepony, so surrendering the use of your penis shouldn’t pose any problem. Now, step forward, please.”

I reluctantly took my place behind the counter and my cock was suddenly sucked into a soft and squishy tube. I felt a tugging, almost vicious suction that swiftly brought me to full mast. A steady stream of precum began to drip from the machine, splattering into a paper cup with a photo of my smiling face taped to it.

“It really works!” Mrs. Cake smiled with satisfaction. “Flim and Flam came through, for once...”

I grunted with a mix of pleasure and pain. “Mrs. Cake, I’m not sure about this, it kind of hurts...” I struggled against the suction, trying to free myself without harming poor Jordan Junior.

“Oh, stallion up. Just think of how much this will help your tips! Mares like to know who made the precum they’re putting in their coffee. They’ll be happy knowing a handsome guy like you is putting their needs before his own pleasure.”

“B-but what if I actually cum? In front of a customer, I mean?”

“You’re not going to cum.” I felt a sudden, painful tug on my balls, driving all thoughts of orgasm away. “The machine will make sure of that. In fact, as long as you work here, you’re never going to cum again. We only need your pre... lots and lots of pre...”

“Mrs. Cake, please! Why are you being so mean? Stop the machine!”

Mrs. Cake chuckled and turned a dial, increasing the suction on my meat to an unbearable degree. “It’s just business, Jordan. It’s simple capitalism.”

“Please, it hurts! It’s so sensitive!” I watched unbelievably copious streams of my precum dribble into the cup in front of me even as my balls were ruthlessly squeezed and mangled, preventing even the merest thought of orgasm. “Turn it back down!”

“This isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about customer satisfaction, and that means endless denial. Now, fill that cup for me. It’s almost time for my coffee, and I like a lot of ‘milk.’”

“Mrs. Cake, please... please... just let me cum once a day! Once a week!”

“Fill the cup, Jordan. Fill it to the top, and I’ll give you a five minute break. Now, what do you say to customers? I want to hear it.”

“Th-thank you for choosing Sugarcube Corner,” I wept, the tears in my eyes finally obscuring Mrs. Cake’s cruel expression. “Help yourself to some complementary pre, milked fresh from my cock. I’m not allowed to cum, so please, enjoy it! Your smile is my only reward!”

Panting hard, I suddenly woke up in my hospital room. The charities of the dream world had vanished: once again, I couldn’t move and I felt the lack of my left arm. I felt clammy and sweaty all over, but my crotch was a veritable swamp of funk from my horny nightmare. I had to admit this wasn’t the first mommy-domme dream I’d had about the voluptuous mare I called my boss, but it was the most vivid, and the harshest by far.

I felt a painful throbbing in my crotch and looked down with worry at Jordan Junior, only to find my pride and joy rigid and dripping with fresh spit. Thick rings of dark blue lipstick covered my cock, not to mention the many kiss prints on my heavy and tight balls. My veins bulged out painfully, without any relief in sight. It seemed the relentless sucking and teasing from my dream hadn’t been a dream after all.

Nurse Snowheart stood near my bed reading my chart, her bare lips pursed into a frown. I cleared my throat. “Please, nurse, could you...”

Snowheart looked up from my chart with an expression of aggravation. “Yes?”

“Erm, my... it hurts.”

The gorgeous earth pony nurse sighed with deep annoyance. “What hurts, Jordan? Manticore venom is an anesthetic. Nothing should be hurting.”

I took a deep breath. “M-my erection, nurse. It’s been... you’ve been... and now it hurts!”

Snowheart looked closely at my leaking cock, counting the dark blue lipstick rings. She took out her compact and reapplied the same shade of lipstick to her lips. She looked at me with lidded eyes. “You’re not suggesting that I had anything to do with this!” she snorted.

“N-no, of course not,” I quailed.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to drop everything and suck your dick, just because I’m a beautiful nurse in a sexy uniform.”

“When you put it like that...”

“Is that what nurses are on Earth?” Snowheart snapped. “Walking fleshlights who slobber over their patients’ dongs at the touch of a button?”

“Not usually,” I admitted.

“You’re not the only patient in this hospital, you know. I can’t be deepthroating you all hours of the night. Ruining my gag reflex on your disgustingly huge pole, working my soft, velvety tongue all round your straining hardon until morning, just so that slut Redheart can claim your semen.”

I whimpered as the nurse’s filthy talk made my cock swell painfully. “Something quick is fine, I know you’re busy...” I protested.

“I’ve never heard such nonsense. Control your erection, please. Think of something calming, like big pony butts.”

“Butts?” My cock lurched as erotic memories filled my mind from this society of bottom heavy nudists.

“Not normal, well formed plots like mine.” Nurse Snowheart turned and lifted her tail above her firm butt, flashing me her glistening pussy and her pouting asshole. “I’m talking about huge doughy cakes. Vast jiggly dumptrucks, so large and disproportionate they aren’t sexy anymore.” She slowly backed her ass closer to my face. “Disgustingly fleshy bumcheeks twerking right in your face, blasting you with sweat and musk with every clap.”

I whimpered and huge gushes of precum squeezed out my cockhead, running down my shaft and pooling in my churning ball sack. Nurse Snowheart looked sympathetically at the drooling mess.

“Oh dear, I’m just making it worse, aren’t I?” she told me. “Well, try to get some sleep, you pervert.” With a final flick of her tail, Nurse Snowheart casually trotted out of my hospital room, leaving me to my agony.

Somehow I managed to fall asleep again, but when I did, the evil Mrs. Cake was there, smiling cruelly and beckoning me back into the milking machine. I soon woke up again, my erection even stiffer and more painful than before.

Now the hospital was quiet, the hallway lights were dimmed, and the lipstick rings were gone from my shaft. The streams and puddles of pre had been carefully cleaned off of my junk, and every popping vein of my cock glistened with fresh spit. I was one good suck from a brutal orgasm, but the muzzle that might deliver my relief was nowhere to be found.

I moaned helplessly. What was this torture? Was Nurse Snowheart’s plan to tease me all night, all to work me up for Redheart’s shift in the morning? Would Redheart even get me off once she returned, or was I doomed to weeks of edging, all in the name of “therapy?”

Suddenly Nurse Snowheart trotted back into my room, followed by none other than Mrs. Cake. I gasped to see in real life the mare who’d just been tormenting me, but this wasn’t the cruel domme of my dream, not at all. Her beaming smile was full and genuine, and I’d never seen her looking this pretty before.

I’d always secretly thought of Mrs. Cake as a MILF, but tonight she’d gone from a harried, flour covered businessmare to an outright knockout who could compete with mares half her age. Without the dowdy apron I always saw her wearing at Sugarcube Corner, her plentiful body spilled out in every direction. For the first time, I saw her lips painted with bright red lipstick, and her hair had been put up in a glamorous style that left ringlets dripping down to frame her chubby face. She’d added a necklace of pink pearls to complement the earrings she wore every day. The beautiful earth pony looked like she’d come right from a hot date with her husband... but where was Mr. Cake?

“Hello again, Jordan.” The nurse’s voice was cold and harsh. “Are you ready to apologize for how you spoke to me earlier this evening?”

“Yes, nurse...” I begged. “Anything! I’m sorry!”

The nurse nodded with satisfaction and softened slightly. “All right, then. Even a hero can forget his manners, I guess. Visiting hours are technically over, but I couldn’t say no to the mare whose foals you saved.”

“I’m sorry for coming so late, Jordan,” Mrs. Cake told me. Her voice was sweet and gentle, as always. “I had to close out the bakery and put the twins to bed. It’s so much more work without you there to help.”

“I’m so glad to see you, Mrs. Cake!” I felt a surge of relief, finally convinced that there was no trace here of the evil mare from my dream. “I’d hug you, but... anyways, I hope you’re OK.”

“I’m doing fine, dear,” assured the matronly mare. “My foals are safe and sound in their beds, thanks to you. That’s all a mother can wish for.”

“I got him ready for you,” Nurse Snowheart told Mrs. Cake. “I’ll just give you two some privacy.” She slipped out of my hospital room and closed the door firmly behind her.

Mrs. Cake eyed my tormented cock. “Well, now, Jordan...” she smiled.

“I’m really sorry about this, Mrs. Cake.” I tried to hide my erection behind the tiny paper napkin Nurse Redheart had placed atop my crotch to make me decent, yet unable to move any other part of my body, I could only wave my dong in my boss’ face. “The nurses here... they’re very sexy, and not shy at all. You wouldn’t believe what Nurse Snowheart has been doing to me.”

“Oh, let me guess. Was she doing... this?”

“M-Mrs. Cake!” I cried out as the mature mare dipped her muzzle to the head of my cock, taking it into her mouth and wrapping it in her long, thick pony tongue. I couldn’t believe Ponyville’s most wholesome mother and wife was doing this to me—or that she even knew how!

“Mmm-mmm-mmm.” Mrs. Cake sighed with contentment and suckled at the tip of my prick, tasting me before bobbing her head and taking another inch into her muzzle. Her first full suck was heavenly... and then the second one arrived, even better.

“W-what are you doing?” I croaked out.

Mrs. Cake let my wet, throbbing cock drop from her mouth. “It’s called a blowjob, Jordan. I’m surprised you’ve never had one before. It’s the perfect way for a mare to show her appreciation, and there’s so much about you to appreciate.”

“I know what a blowjob is, Mrs. Cake!”

“Oh, then feel free to tell me how you like it. I can go faster or slower, but I think you’ll find that mommy knows best.”

“Mrs. Cake, it’s OK! You don’t need to do this!”

“But I want to.” I saw Mrs. Cake reach between her hind legs and begin to rub herself. “I want this so very badly. You saved my babies’ lives. You’ve sacrificed so much. I just want to do something nice for you.”

“Please, Mrs. Cake, think of your husband!”

“You’ve got me soaked, Jordan. My husband is going to have the time of his life when I get back home. But right now, I need you. I need this magnificent beast.” Mrs. Cake bit her lip and frowned unhappily. “I know you’d rather have a younger mare, not so heavy, without these spots and wrinkles.”

“N-no, Mrs. Cake, I think your curves are beautiful.” All I could think of was rushing to banish that frown. “I try not to stare, but...”

Mrs. Cake smiled behind a blush. “Stare as much as you like, please!” She giggled. “I’m married, not dead, and these wrinkles mean experience. I’ve been sucking off my honeybunch every single night for fifteen years.” She lowered her mouth to me once more. “This is the best blowjob you’re ever going to have.”

She wasn’t wrong. Mrs. Cake’s mouth was sheer heaven. My protests quickly became pleas for more, and before long I could issue nothing but the gentle moans of a young stallion pleasured by a mature and experienced mare. That tongue could do things my human girlfriends had never even thought of, easily pushing my cock into the perfect position within Mrs. Cake’s mouth for deep, saliva filled sucks that devastated my soul. Mrs. Cake began to bob her head as she messily sucked and slurped, taking me as deep as she dared.

No wonder Mr. Cake was so laid back! He got to enjoy this mouth every night... and then for round two, he sampled the treasure between Mrs. Cake’s hind legs. I’d glimpsed my boss’ marehood in secret moments as we both worked in the kitchen, and all I could think of was that the twins must have been delivered magically, because that tiny slit still looked virgin tight.

Mrs. Cake’s was the sort of high class horse vag I could only dream about... or was it? I’d been blown by three beautiful ladies in a matter of hours — what other depraved pleasures would the mares of Ponyville be offering me, now that they saw me as a fallen hero?

My boss’ tongue teased me, then as I responded it fiercely urged me onward. I could see exactly how well hung Mr. Cake was — the point on my cock beyond which his wife had never learned to swallow. Although she couldn’t deepthroat me the way the nurses had, yet every inch she could reach she left utterly pleased and pampered. Not a suck was wasted. Mrs. Cake took care of my once lonely member with the same quick and careful motions as the pie crusts she rolled out by the dozens each morning, and in about the same time. It wasn’t long at all before I erupted into her suckling mouth, feeding her everything that Nurse Snowheart had worked so hard to build in my nuts.

“Oh, fuck... oh, Mrs. Cake! It feels so good!” The frosting-maned earth pony moaned and eagerly devoured my spurts, sucking hungrily as if trying to pull more sperm directly out of my balls. Unlike Redheart, she didn’t spill a drop, and she never let up her suction until my shuddering dick finally stopped pulsing. Mrs. Cake smiled around my sensitive cock, then opened her mouth and showed me that she’d swallowed it all, just as she surely did for her beloved hubby every night. Mr. Cake was surely the most faithful husband in Equestria — he would have to be an utter moron to cheat on this!

If I’d been able to move I would have collapsed backwards into the bed, but my body stayed as stiff as a board... well, most of me did. My dick went limp with relief in seconds. After shooting two huge loads back to back I felt utterly drained, and ready for a good night’s sleep, unphased by any cruel dream that might await me.

And yet Mrs. Cake wasn’t quite done. She tenderly brushed her tongue against my tortured, depleted balls, licking off a few drips of spilled semen and leaving me completely clean and fresh. Then she gently replaced the napkin atop my exposed crotch with her mouth. “Did that feel nice, Jordan?”

“That was amazing...” I muttered sleepily. “Would you tuck me in, please?”

“Oh, of course, dear.” Mrs. Cake lifted the hospital blanket over my immobilized body and put a gentle hoof around my torso. I couldn’t feel a thing, but her smile warmed me. She leaned forward and almost kissed me, but then seemed to remember a promise she’d made and pulled up short. “You rest up and get better, OK?” she urged me cheerfully, patting my cheek. “I want you back in the bakery in two weeks, kneading dough with that new arm they’re building for you.”

“I’ll try,” I promised.

“When I get home, I’m going to tell Carrot all about this, and he’ll rut me like he did on our wedding night. If we get more foals out of this, we’ll name one after you. What do you think of ‘Jordan Almond?’”

“That’s a beautiful name, Mrs. Cake. Thank you.”

As she left, my boss turned in the doorway to face me. “Oh, and Jordan?”

“Yes, Mrs. Cake?”

“If you think that’s the last blowjob you’re getting from ‘mommy,’ you’re very much mistaken.”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” I said, ecstatic far beyond hope.

“That’s right, Jordan...” cackled the dream Mrs. Cake. “Keep that precum flowing!” I grunted, even as the suction on my rod increased yet again and the milking machine kneaded my busted balls. “I just got a big order from Spoiled Rich’s garden club. After you fill that pitcher, then I’ve got five dozen donuts for you to glaze.”

“I know this is a dream, ma’am.” I groaned in pain, watching thick gushes of my own precum pour into the large milk pitcher set beneath the spout. “This feeling is just Nurse Snowheart getting aggressive on my junk again. I got sucked off by the real Mrs. Cake tonight, and she was a lot nicer than you.”

“Hrmmph,” my tormentor snorted. “How do you know that wasn’t the dream, and this is real?”

“Because that made sense!” I declared. “Kind of... there was a lot of porn logic... it made more sense than this! The real Mrs. Cake’s on her way home right now to get laid. Maybe you’d be in a better mood if you did the same.”

“Oh, really, Jordan?” Mrs. Cake reached out a hoof and turned off the milking machine. “Is that what you think of me? I’m not a businessmare doing her best to provide for her family, just a cranky old bitch who needs some cock?”

I sighed in relief as I pulled my erection out of the now silent torture device. “It couldn’t hurt to try. Go on, find Mr. Cake in this dream and have some fun.”

“I have a better idea.” Mrs. Cake leaned forward onto the counter and lifted her tail. “If this truly is a dream, then this isn’t cheating — and you should be able to go again, and again.”

I gulped nervously, but I knew to resist was useless. Outside the dream, Snowheart was still teasing me with her combination of pains and pleasures, and within it I had already proven totally obedient to my boss’ whims. I grasped my excited cock and willingly pressed it slowly into the earth pony’s tight, dripping pussy.

“Ah, yes, this will do nicely...” Mrs. Cake’s powerful wink caressed me softly as I buried myself into her, her clit stroking against my balls and driving gasps from both of us. Would a real mare feel like this, once I finally took one to bed? I had to hope... even in a dream, this was the best sex I’d ever had.

Putting my hands on Mrs. Cake’s hips, I slowly began to fuck the plush MILF in pony style, groping her magnificent mommy plot as I did. Her powerful inner muscles began to squeeze me, creating a sucking sensation that was suspiciously like a blowjob from Nurse Snowheart. It seemed that one way or the other, my boss’ evil twin was determined to milk me all night long...