Hero Worship

I woke up with a loving mouth upon my cock, tenderly sucking and squeezing, a tongue gently lashing against my shaft, grunts and moans of feminine arousal transforming my usual morning wood into something much more special. My ego swelled as I reflected on how it felt to be desired by beautiful women... well, mares... who wanted nothing more than to satisfy me. If this was how Ponyville treated its heroes, then losing my arm was almost worth it!

I cracked open one eye and the pleasure ceased instantly. I saw nothing but my wet erection wobbling before me, unattended. Nurse Snowheart stood on the other side of the room, facing away and ignoring me. How in hell did she do that?

“N-nurse, please, just let me finish!” I begged. “I won’t say anything!”

Nurse Snowheart scoffed. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Jordan, I was just taking your blood pressure. You know, you’re truly pathetic — utterly starved for the touch of a female, you construct the most ludicrous fantasies for yourself. I ought to have you confined to the glory ho—I mean, the psychiatric ward.”

Before Snowheart could carry out any more threats, Nurse Redheart trotted in to my hospital room like an angel of mercy. The white furred mare seemed fresh and beautiful, her smile full of excitement, though she was a bit bleary in the eyes. She lifted a Sugarcube Corner cup to her red lipsticked lips and drank one last sip of coffee, smudging the cup with red before throwing it in the recycling bin.

“Mmm, delicious... it really is better than milk. How are we doing, Snowheart?” she chirped.

“I’m afraid the patient is delirious and delusional,” Snowheart gave her report. “He thinks I’ve been orally pleasing him all night, yet cruelly denying his release.”

“Ooh, that sounds fun!” the other nurse smiled teasingly. “And were you?”

Nurse Snowheart sniffed. “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about.”

“Any complaints about Jordan’s behaviour?”

“He was a bit rude to me at first, but he apologized. Nothing to report after that.” With her head held high, Snowheart trotted out of my room.

“I knew she’d like you,” Redheart told me with a smile. “You’re a good sport, Jordan. I brought you breakfast.” Thanks to her strange earth pony dexterity she balanced a plastic tray on one hoof, a glass of golden liquid standing atop it as she moved it towards me.

“Juice?”

“Pineapple juice to be exact, fortified with plenty of zinc and lecithin!” She set the tray on my immobilized chest and pushed a straw into my mouth. “Drink up!”

“Can I have some toast, instead?” I spoke awkwardly around the straw.

Nurse Redheart shook her head firmly. “You’re not ready for solid food yet.”

“C-Could I have anything besides pineapple juice?”

Redheart put a hoof to her lips as she thought. “We do have tomato juice, but Mrs. Cake told me you tasted a bit gamy last night, so I thought pineapple would be better. You don’t want to disappoint your fans, do you?”

“N-no...”

The beautiful nurse lit up my soul with the million watts of her beaming smile. “Good choice, Jordan. Here you go. Now we’ve each got something to suck on.” Redheart trotted to the foot of my bed and stroked her muzzle against the head of my dribbling prick. “Drink your juice like a good colt, and I’ll drain all your nasty old cum to make room for the good stuff.”

“Yes! Please! Finally!” I begged. It seemed like I’d been edged nonstop by Snowheart’s skilful mouth since Mrs. Cake had shown me mercy countless hours ago. I desperately sucked at the cum-sweetening juice through the straw, trying to prove that I was a good patient.

Nurse Redheart gently bobbed her head on my cock, stroking me with her tongue, mixing Snowheart’s spit with her own. She moaned sleepily as if returning to some beautiful dream. “Oh, Jordan...” she smiled up at me playfully and teasingly. “I couldn’t sleep last night, and it was all your fault.”

“I’m sorry...”

“My dildo wasn’t enough, so I made my usual booty call.” Redheart used the squishy frog of her hoof to stroke my balls as she ran her tongue around the rim of my glans. “Please understand, it’s just casual with him, nothing serious.”

“What you do at home isn’t really my business...” Hadn’t Redheart just turned me down for a date? So long as she saw fit to use that angel’s mouth on me, what did I care if she saw other guys?

“You don’t understand. I fucked him, all night long. I couldn’t get enough. I practically fucked him through the wall!”

“Y-yeah, I knew what you meant,” I whimpered as Redheart’s lips closed around my shaft and the hungry nurse took a long, thick pull, puffing on me like a satisfying cigar. “Good for you! Get that dick!”

Redheart reluctantly let my meat slide out of her mouth and looked up at me sadly. “But the whole time, Jordan, I was thinking about you. About this!” The nurse couldn’t cease kissing and slurping on my cock as she spoke. “It’s not fair to him, I know, but I couldn’t help it! It’s not just your size. It’s the shape, the heat, and the scent... stallions need to get in line, pony cock is only second best now!”

“OK, so, h-how about that date, nurse?”

“You’re not listening, Jordan. You’ve ruined me, and you need to take responsibility. Do you think you can take me out on one measly date and make everything better? No, I need—EEEP!”

Suddenly my “treatment” was interrupted as a trio of earth pony mares burst in to my hospital room, tugging large piles of flowers after them. “Good morning, Jordan!” all three called out in unison. I groaned as Nurse Redheart hurriedly lifted her mouth from my prick and covered my erection with that flimsy paper napkin, embarrassed by her own eagerness to go down on her patients.

“Er, hi, ladies... who are you?” I croaked.

“We’re the flower mares, silly!”

“Ponyville’s top florists!”

“Whether it’s bouquets for your wedding, or just a quick snack, you can count on us!” Each mare struck a “magical girl” pose and announced her flower themed name.

“Daisy!”

“Roseluck!”

“Lily Valley!”

“We’re here with gifts to cheer up Ponyville’s favourite hero!” With a spray of blossoms, the mares pranced around with great excitement, decorating my room with vases and bouquets. Flowers flew everywhere and a large garland of lilacs was tossed around my neck.

“Whoa, girls!” Nurse Redheart ducked out of the way of a potted violet, only to be hit in the snoot with a dozen daffodils. “I’ll just head out and give you some space.”

“B-but, nurse!” I called out. “You were going to... you know...”

“I’ll tend to you later, Jordan.” Redheart blew me a kiss. “That’s a promise. Drink your juice!” She quickly scooted past the vast piles of blooms that were filling my room and abandoned me, ignoring my weak protests.

Lily wiped drips of sweat from her forehead as she dropped one final bouquet that was larger than she was at the foot of my bed. “Golly, Jordan, you’re a hit!” She huffed and puffed. “Practically every mare in Ponyville sent you flowers!”

“And quite a few of the stallions!” Daisy added.

Roseluck patted me on the chest, nearly knocking over my glass of juice. “No need to worry — we’ll help you sort all this out and get started with your herd.”

“My h-h-herd?”

“Well, yeah!” Lily shouted. “Every guy would love to have a herd of his own!”

“The problem is, most stallions only have enough love in their hearts to share with one lucky pony.”

“But a stallion who saves foals from horrible monsters? That’s the sort of guy whose heart is full of love!”

“A guy who can keep three mares happy at once!” Daisy cheered happily.

“Or more!” Lily added.

“But at least three!” All three mares nodded wisely. “You gotta have three!”

“Ladies, I think there’s a misunderstanding,” I protested. “You see, humans don’t really have herds. In fact, on Earth, it’s usually illegal.”

“Oh, no!” Roseluck nodded sympathetically. “I bet things were really tough for you, having to break all those human mares’ hearts! Thank goodness you’re in Equestria now, and you can build the herd you deserve!”

“But... but I wasn’t...”

Daisy batted her eyelashes at me flirtingly. “Do you know about the language of flowers, Jordan?” she asked in a husky, breathless voice.

“No...” I admitted.

“It’s fascinating, really!” Roseluck interrupted her friend with enthusiasm. “Every sort of flower sends a different message of love or friendship, and I think you’re going to love what today’s flowers have to say. Lily, what do we have for Jordan?”

Lily held a bunch of purple flowers to my nose. “Here’s a lovely bunch of petunias from Ms. Hooves, the postmistress.”

“Ooh!” Daisy winked at me naughtily. “Petunias mean ‘Let’s bang!’”

“And a vase full of tulips from Blossomforth!” The petunias were swiftly replaced with an arrangement of red tulips, just as beautiful and fragrant.

“Lucky you, Jordan! Tulips also mean ‘Let’s bang!’”

“In fact, pretty much every flower means ‘Let’s bang!’”

“We’ve got the best jobs in Ponyville,” Roseluck told me. “We’re always using flowers to hook ponies up so they can be happy with each other!”

Lily tossed bouquets around the hospital room as she explained. “A chrysanthemum means she’s looking for something casual...”

“A rose means she wants something more!” Roseluck added with a big smile.

“Geeze, there’s a lot of roses here...” Daisy muttered, looking over the dozens of bouquets.

“But a rose bud only means she’s into butt stuff!” Roseluck cautioned me. “You need to be careful, Jordan! Just imagine, you try to get all lovey dovey with some cutie, but she just wants a hard human cock up her pooper! Here, I’ll help you read the cards, and we’ll sort it all out together.”

Roseluck lifted a card from atop a huge bouquet of yellow zinnias. “This one’s from Minuette the dentist. She says ‘I herd you were single!’” Roseluck rolled her eyes and tossed the card away. “Oh, that’s original...”

“Whoa, Zecora sent you two dozen long-stems!” Daisy burst in, holding a card with elegant zebra calligraphy. “Roses are red, fuck me hard, cum in my pussy and give me a foal. Golly, that doesn’t even rhyme! She needs you bad, Jordan!”

Lily put a hoof to her chin. “Stripes are in this season... she’d be a fashionable mate, for sure!”

“There’s something about this guy...” Roseluck’s tail suddenly twitched and I glimpsed the glistening lips beneath. “Maybe we should be sending him flowers, too!”

“Oh, but we wouldn’t want to string him along,” Lily objected. “After all, we are Ponyville’s biggest size queens. I barely felt the last hero!”

“We don’t even know what a human dick looks like!” Daisy noted. “Just because he’s twice our size doesn’t mean he’s got a big cock!”

“Yeah, it’d be super rude to have to ditch a swell guy like Jordan, just because he’s not monstrously endowed!” Despite my efforts, as Lily spoke, my half chub firmed up again and slowly shifted away the flimsy paper napkin Nurse Redheart had placed atop it to preserve my modesty. “We should help him find mares who’ll be happy with a smaller... whoa, what’s that smell?” Lily sniffed the air with her large, sensitive pony nose.

“It smells like a stallion!” Roseluck squealed with excitement.

“I think I found where it’s coming from, girls.” Daisy pointed at the firmly erect cock sticking up from my bedsheets. All three tiny ponies stared and drooled at what, on Earth, was a dick that could be considered only a bit larger than average.

“Holy shit!” Lily burst out.

“This size queen just found her throne!”

“Forget flowers, he’s got a tree trunk!”

“He’s still a human,” Lily muttered. “It’s a little bit weird...”

“I know, but there’s just not enough stallions to go around!”

“And when we do find one, chances are he’s gay!”

“Oh, that’s super hot...” Lily’s hoof moved back to her crotch. “Two stallions kissing each other...”

“Yeah, but it takes both of them out of the dating pool!”

“I think we should go for it, girls.” Roseluck was talking about me like I wasn’t even there. “You know we’ve been looking for a guy who could please all three of us.”

“W-what? Me? All of you?”

The three flower ponies reluctantly looked away from my cock, up at my terrified face. “Hrm, he seems nervous.”

“Worried.”

“As if we weren’t offering to make all his dreams come true!”

“I bet he’s never even known the supreme pleasure of three mares at once!”

“I’ve barely had one mare at once,” I admitted. “My first time with a pony was yesterday.” And my second, and my third... “But I’d love to go on a date with any one of you, after I’m feeling better.”

“You can’t date one of the flower mares,” Roseluck snorted sarcastically.

“It’s not fair to the other two!”

“It’s all of us, or none!”

“And don’t even think of holding back, because we share everything.”

“Except shampoo!” Lily burst out.

Roseluck groaned. “Yeah, yeah, Lily has to have her fancy Prench shampoo all to herself, but as far as you’re concerned, Jordan, we share everything.”

“That makes us a great starter herd! No drama, no hurt feelings!”

“Yeah! You can’t marry every pretty mare who sends you roses.”

“That would be a hot mess disaster of a dumpster fire!”

“To build a happy herd, you’ve got to find mares who work as a team.”

“Mares who’ll be glad instead of jealous when they walk in on you screwing their BFF!”

Without even asking, Roseluck opened her drooling mouth and slipped her muzzle around my dick, sighing with pleasure as she took me down her tiny throat without a single hesitation. I was so desperate for release that I couldn’t protest or resist, I just grunted and strained at the expert treatment. Nurse Redheart had surely sucked plenty of dicks, and Mrs. Cake worshipped the same dick every night, but Roseluck was a true size queen, well versed in the oral needs of larger stallions... or average sized humans, it seemed. Her hoof reached elegantly to her crotch as she began to bob her head in full strokes upon my length, swiftly and easily.

“Take me, for example.” Daisy smiled tenderly at me as her friend gorged herself on my pole of pony pleasure. “Imagine I come home from the flower shop and I catch you and Rose on the couch, just like this.” She pretended to trot in through the hospital door and gasped at the sight. “Oh my gosh! Rose, from work? You just can’t resist my hung, handsome husband, can you?”

“Mmm-glgg,” Roseluck shrugged even as she went down on me to the root, squeezing her lips around the base of my shaft as she sucked me firmly.

Daisy uttered an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, well, I guess dinner is on hold until my stud is satisfied!” The green maned mare looked up at me as she moved her muzzle into my crotch, beneath her friend’s. “You see, Jordan?” she moaned happily as she began to gently kiss and lap. “A good herd wife doesn’t cry or yell — she just gets started on the balls.”

“And I bet you thought Nurse Snowheart was giving you those enemas just to be mean.” Lily somehow got underneath my hospital bed, between my legs and worked her muzzle up between my butt cheeks. “Dang, girls!” she called out, her voice muffled. “You’ve got to taste this human ponut! It’s like... a honut!”

Rose let my cock slip from her throat as I moaned wordlessly. “Let us tell you how it works with the notorious flower mares,” she offered. “You see, the triple blowjob’s just the free sample! Survive this, and we’ll know you’re marriage material!”

The other two mares freed me from their sloppy oral trap, only for all three to turn and shake their fuzzy flanks in my face. Daisy looked back at me and smiled. “On our wedding night, once we’re officially a herd, you’ll get our tight, winking pussies all to yourself! Earth ponies like us are built for breeding!”

“And once we’re pregnant, we’ll be serving up nasty butt sex til it’s time to make us mommies again!” Lily cheered.

“We’ll take care of everything,” Roseluck promised. “We own a successful business, so you won’t have to work anymore. You can concentrate on being a good husband and father.”

“We’ll even scout out new girls for the herd, if you want!”

“Or if we want...”

Daisy booped her sniffing nose against my stiff, straining cock. “Yeah, we’ll need to feed this thing a regular diet of fresh mare pussy!”

“We can’t have you getting bored...”

“And we love to watch!”

“Erm... but, ladies, I’m not sure if...”

Roseluck patted my cheek. “Aww, you’re worried about satisfying us. Are you wondering if this monster cock will still be able to ‘perform’ after years of constant orgies?”

I reluctantly tried to nod and all three mares squealed. “He’s so considerate!”

“Always looking out for our pleasure!”

“I feel like we’re in a herd already!”

“There’s one more flower you should know about, Jordan,” Roseluck said with a big smile.

“It’s a special bouquet, just from the three of us!”

“Yeah, just picture this.” Daisy and Lily gently sandwiched my helpless cock between the squishy frogs of their hooves, and began to stroke me without mercy. “Imagine you’re on a date with a sweet guy, but he’s having trouble getting it up after the fifth or sixth time.”

“Woe is me!” wailed Roseluck.

“The horror!” Lily fainted onto the floor of my hospital room.

“What’s a gal to do?” Daisy weeped.

“Stallion grass!” all three mares cried out happily.

“There’s no shame! Everypony needs help sometimes!”

“That’s why we line every one of our bouquets with stallion grass! It guarantees a happy, romantic night!”

“And the next morning!”

“And into the afternoon, sometimes...” Roseluck admitted.

Daisy held up a flowerpot that grew a tall bush with oily green leaves and a very suggestive shape. “Here, we’ll put this right next to you, on the bedside table, so you can get a good whiff.”

“Just the thing for our busy hero.” Lily wafted the scent of the stallion grass towards me with a hoof. The exotic scent quickly began to work on my mind, making my flesh strain like an overstuffed sausage, and the three mares swiftly diverted their attention to where it belonged: the human prick they wanted to make the centre of Ponyville’s newest herd.

“He needs relief.” Roseluck drooled.

“He deserves relief.” Daisy moaned.

“And we deserve to give it to him!” Lily cheered.

“Yay!”

Rose gripped my dick in her frog and pushed it towards Daisy’s hungry lips. “Daisy, what if you take the cock this time, and I’ll get his plot?”

Daisy smiled as if her friend had offered her a beautiful bloom. “Dawww, I’d love to, Rose.”

“Yum, that leaves the balls for me!” The three flower mares quickly went after my junk, working me in perfect harmony. With the scent of the stallion grass urging me along, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I erupted all over my hospital room. “L-ladies, I’m gonna... I’m gonna—”

“Gonna cum?” Lily teased.

“Gonna squirt on our faces?” Daisy added.

“Time to feed the ponies, big guy?”

“Make our tummies pregnant?”

Suddenly the door to my room clicked open and Nurse Redheart reentered. “Jordan, there’s somepony from the Ponyville Chronicle here to see you—girls, what in Tartarus are you doing? Get your muzzle out of his ass!”

Roseluck looked up from between my butt cheeks and licked her lips. “What’s wrong, nurse? I’m getting in deep, just like you taught us to!”

“He’s paralyzed down there! He won’t even feel that! No, you should double team the head, like this...” Nurse Redheart dipped her elegant neck and licked up the side of my shaft, twirling her tongue around my leaking glans and wetting Daisy’s lips with her own saliva.

“Yeah, guys love it when mares ‘accidentally’ make out during a blowjob!” Daisy slipped her tongue into Nurse Redheart’s mouth, and the two tender pony muscles wiggled gently against my throbbing cock. It was clear both mares had much experience using a carefully positioned penis as an excuse to kiss another girl, and I had to admit the sight was pushing me ever further towards the point of ultimate release...

“That’s right, now get that cumshot, girls!” Redheart cheered. She looked at me with a slight frown. “Jordan, finish your juice. I didn’t bring it all the way down here so you could ignore it.”

“Y-yes, nurse.” I meekly closed my lips around the straw as Redheart pushed it back in my mouth, and began to suck tiny sips of pineapple juice, all as the flower mares mouthed my privates and passionately kissed each other. Of course I’d fantasized about sitting back with a cold drink while beautiful women worshipped my body... but not quite like this!

For long, agonizing and pleasure filled minutes the flower mares sucked, licked, and deepthroated me, giggling and squealing, with Nurse Redheart offering helpful tips for pleasing and exploring my exotic shape. With three (and sometimes four) thick pony tongues fiercely lapping at the sensitive head of my cock, it wasn’t long before my first jet of sperm shot up, nearly to the ceiling.

I grunted and groaned, my body’s every effort once again devoted to releasing the built up pressure in that fleshy fountain. The flower mares ooohed and aaahed as if they were watching fireworks, my cum raining down into their faces and manes, eagerly accepting my seed on their faces as if I were claiming them as my property... although it felt more like they were claiming me.

Nurse Redheart looked down and smiled kindly at me as I fired off, using one hoof to firmly keep the straw pressed into my mouth. “You really are a model patient, Jordan,” she soothed with her version of dirty talk. “I wish my other stallions were half as sweet and compliant as you are...”

Finally my overstimulated dick tilted over and began to soften, drooling the last output of my climax down the shaft. Three sets of lips bumped suggestively into each other as the flower mares each reached for that last pulse of cum, tickling my sensitive cock with their tongues one last time.

“We hope you enjoyed the free sample!” Roseluck grinned at me most hungrily, batting long eyelashes that my sperm had plastered together. “Now, can we put you down for a lifetime of pleasure as the head of our herd?”

“The father of our foals?” Lily added.

“The stud who turns us into winking, dripping messes?” Daisy offered.

I nervously looked at the three eager mares, all three muzzles drizzling with my sperm. “C-can I think about it?”

“Sure you can, Jordan!”

“Take all the time you need!”

“We’ll be thinking about it, for sure!”

“All night long!”

“While we lick each others’ tender pussies...”

“...And wish on a star for a guy who can fill us with cream!”

The flower mares lifted their tails high and trotted out the door without taking a single motion to clean themselves off. “We’ll be back tomorrow morning!” Lily called back to me.

“Bright and early!”

“With more flowers and a brand new blowjob, just for you!”

“Toodleoo!”

I sighed with relief as the three aggressive mares finally left my room. Nurse Redheart took out my chart and checked the readings from the beeping machines that surrounded me. “Nurse, can you cover me up?” I asked. My saliva and cum smeared cock was limp and growing cold in the calm hospital air.

“I suppose we shouldn’t make that reporter jealous,” Redheart acknowledged. She quickly licked up the last remnants of my sperm, then gratefully pulled the napkin over my cock and smiled at the bouquets that covered every bit of my room. “Aren’t these lovely? I just hope you won’t overlook the roses I sent you! I had the girls include a few buds, just so you’d get the picture.” She looked at her competition and frowned slightly. “Maybe I should have them bring you another dozen tomorrow...”

“Actually, can you not let them in tomorrow? Please?”

“Hrm...” Redheart looked over my charts. “No, I don’t think so, Jordan.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“Your numbers are way up! You must be a natural masochist. Being playfully teased by beautiful mares is really good for you. Ooh, is that stallion grass?” Nurse Redheart sniffed the air, and then nudged the sinister plant on my bedside table closer to my nose. “I love that smell... so many nice memories.” The beautiful mare kissed me on the cheek, even as the scent of the stallion grass started to work on my crotch once more. “Now, be good for the reporter,” she promised, “and I’ll squirt in your face again tonight.”

“Th-thank you, nurse,” I whimpered. Nurse Redheart smiled and wrote a note in my file. “Yes, utterly helpless and endlessly teased... I think we’ve found the key to your recovery, Jordan!”