Hero Worship

Thankfully, after the mayor and Featherweight left, I was let alone for a while. There were no more mares insisting on wooing me into their herds, nor did Nurse Redheart return to force more pineapple juice down my throat (and force my cock down her throat). My dick relaxed into a pleasing, untouched half chub, kept from complete limpness by the ever present scent of the stallion grass. I closed my weary eyes and soon found myself drifting off into a dreamless nap, utterly tired and in need of bodily refreshment.

Yet all too soon, I awoke to the clop of hoofsteps and the click of a closing door. I opened my eyes and saw the earth pony mare known as Cheerilee sneaking into my hospital room, closing the door behind her and looking around suspiciously.

My sleepy cock swiftly responded yet again to the lovely sight and homely scent of the cheerful and friendly teacher. At Sugarcube Corner I served Cheerilee every morning before she rushed over to ring the schoolhouse bell, and seeing her never failed to raise a smile... among other things. From her sweet face and silky mane to her heavy teats and motherly plot, there was no telling how many sexual awakenings this intelligent and gentle mare had inspired in her pupils.

“Oh!” Cheerilee saw me, awake and staring at her, and blushed at the sight of my flagpole as it slowly rose to salute her. “Good afternoon, Mr. Jordan. I’m Cheerilee, the schoolmarm. I’m just an old Ponyville spinster, y-you probably don’t remember me.”

“Of course I remember you, gorgeous.” I tried to smile. “Cranberry muffin, double cappuccino, oat milk, two sugars, right?”

“That’s my order, hahahah!” Cheerilee giggled nervously and brushed her bangs out of her face. My heart thumped loudly and I began to sweat, my head in a flurry. Suddenly I imagined Cheerilee in a beautiful wedding dress down at the town hall, myself standing beside her in a tailored tuxedo. Her happy bridesmaids lifted her train in their mouths to expose Cheerilee’s wet and throbbing marehood, encouraging me to step forward and consummate our marriage with all of Ponyville as witnesses... wow, this went from wholesome to dirty really quickly.

Were the emotions I was feeling real, or a mere side effect of the stallion grass? I remembered exchanging a few flirtatious words with Cheerilee as I prepared her coffee, but surely I was just a barista trying to get a bigger tip. Sure, I’d fantasized about nailing that ass to my mattress, but only because Mrs. Cake’s even fatter ass was taken... right?

“I’m here on a field trip, actually.” Cheerilee seemed to gain both confidence and beauty as she spoke about her work. “I brought my younger students to read to the patients, and I heard you were recovering here. Well, after the way you saved Pound and Pumpkin, I thought you might appreciate a more adult story time.” Cheerilee’s voice dropped in tone, becoming a seductive rasp. “And you might let me snack on something tastier than a cranberry muffin...”

“Hey, now, those cranberry muffins are really—wow, please, help yourself!” Cheerilee lurched forward and took my tender, well used testicles between her soft lips, slurping them both into her mouth and sucking on them like candies.

I yelped in discomfort that swiftly became pleasure as Cheerilee’s tongue slid erotically up, down, around my jumping nuts. Paralyzed as I was, I lay at the mercy of the mature mare who’d found her way into my room, my most vulnerable parts utterly exposed. Fortunately for me, Cheerilee seemed only to want to slurp, kiss and worship my fleshy orbs, encouraging them to produce even more sperm for a purpose I could only guess.

Cheerilee panted for breath, letting my saliva soaked balls drop out of her mouth, and she looked up at me with a desperate hunger that shattered the innocent kindness she’d always shown me on those busy mornings. “Mmm, what a salty, musky treat,” she moaned. “Shall I begin the story, Jordan?”

I didn’t see any choice I might have had. “Y-yeah, go ahead, I guess...”

“Once upon a time,” Cheerilee began with a cheerful voice, “there was a young and beautiful mare, who wanted nothing more than the simple life of a school teacher. She loved disco dancing, and styling her mane in the latest fashions, but there was one thing she loved more than all these things: big, fat dick.”

“I should have known...” I groaned.

Cheerilee’s large and wet tongue slapped my nuts back and forth, punishing me for my interruption. She was taking care not to touch my twitching, leaking cock, focusing only on my balls. “Oh, how she loved her classmates’ hard, hung pony cocks,” she moaned. “She would suck... and fuck... and fuck and suck... to her heart’s content. Oh, yes, as our little mare ventured out into the wide world of Equestria, she became quite the expert when it came to musky, pussy filling stallionhoods.”

“Is this a real book?” I asked Cheerilee. “It sort of sounds like you’re making it up.”

“Reading is all about using your imagination, Jordan.” She gathered my left nut into her mouth, held it tenderly between her powerful teeth and sucked on it hard, until I whimpered for mercy. “Just close your eyes and try to picture the frustration of this poor mare when her beloved penises betrayed her!”

“Oh, no...” I mumbled, un-convincingly.

“Oh, yes!” Cheerilee gnawed gently on my ball, reminding me who was the boss. “Just when our heroine thought she’d found the perfect cock, some horny baker slut who you work with took it from her and locked it away! Not in a cage, which would at least be sort of kinky, but in a marriage.” Cheerilee shuddered. “That beautiful stallionhood, sealed away forever behind a wedding band! Can you imagine such selfishness, Jordan?”

“I think... marriage... is a noble institution!” I croaked out, standing up for tradition, despite the risk of being gelded by a snap of Cheerilee’s disapproving teeth.

“Marriage, yes, but monogamy? What right has any mare to claim an entire penis for herself? Ooh, just spying on the happy couple through binoculars made her so angry! And so our mare swore off ponies forever.”

Cheerilee scowled, then she took a moment and caught her breath, her face flushed from anger and arousal. She kissed my tormented ball as if to apologize for her rough treatment, then licked idly at my seam in the middle of my twitching sack, letting her tongue drop to taste my sweaty taint, still completely ignoring my desperate shaft.

“It was a lonely four days,” Cheerilee confessed, “but at long last, our heroine discovered dragon dick. Mmm, so huge, so warm. She discovered griffon dicks with their tingly barbs. Diamond dogs, with their fat knots. Yummy thick zebra dicks, long thin yak dicks, slippery hippogriff dicks. So many shapes and sizes of cock. And of course, changeling dicks, which could be any sort of dick she wanted. She didn’t need pony cock anymore.”

“Yay, a happy ending...” I whimpered.

“No, you dummy!” Cheerilee screamed. “The fires of loneliness still blazed deep within her! No matter how much cock she took deep into her desperate throbbing holes, no matter how many changelings she convinced to talk with that stupid hick accent... none of it helped! Sex wasn’t enough! This mare needed constant pounding, but she also needed love, comfort, and most of all protection from being hurt again.”

Finally, Cheerilee looked up at my erection, sighing with contentment as if finally laying eyes on a long lost lover. “But one day, once again, that poor lonely mare found the perfect cock. A human cock, stiff and potent. The only cock of its kind in Equestria. The cock of a hero, somecreature who would protect her and her foals, regardless of the cost to himself. A hero who could love even a used up, old nag like her.”

Cheerilee blew gently on my twitching, tormented glans, cooling the steaming precum that bubbled up in huge gushes from deep within me. “Do you want to know how this story ends, Jordan?”

“Yes...” I whimpered. “Please, I’m begging you...”

The beautiful, mature teacher opened her mouth wide and let my cock bobble back and forth in her hot breath, without closing her lips on me. “Please, Cheerilee,” I sobbed, “tell me the ending...”

Cheerliee took her mouth away, sending me whimpering and pleading. “It’s not as simple as all that,” she told me. “I’m not like the silly filly in that story. I’m not about to suck myself out of a job and let some other mare claim your perfect cock. Before I go any further, I need to know that you’ll have me in your herd.”

“Please, you can’t leave me like this!” I begged. “This is torture!”

“We can discuss the details later. I won’t insist on being top mare. Just treat me fairly, according to my worth. I’m intelligent, not bad looking... but most of all, Jordan, I’m tired of being lonely.”

Cheerilee looked up at me with begging eyes, tears falling down her muzzle. “I’m running out of time. I won’t be fertile much longer. I can only give you a few foals, but they’ll be beautiful, I promise you.”

“Cheerilee, don’t cry,” I stuttered. The vision came back to me of this lovely mare’s utter happiness in my wedding fantasy. “I’ll— I mean— I’d love to—”

Before I could make any rash promises, I was saved in the nick of time as Nurse Redheart burst into my hospital room, her eyes burning with anger. “There you are!” she yelled, grabbing a hold of the aggressive teacher who’d been tormenting me. “What in Equestria do you think you’re doing?”

Cheerilee fought back against the intruding nurse and snarled. “Hooves off, you bluebeaner! I’ve almost got him!”

“Your little brats are tearing up my waiting room!”

“Just give me 5 minutes, Redheart! I looked the other way when you did the ‘school physicals!’”

“I did nothing wrong! All those stallions were over 18, and they loved it!” Redheart clenched her teeth and pushed her head against Cheerilee’s barrel, overpowering her earth pony strength with her own.

“Think about it, Jordan!” Cheerilee called out with desperation as the nurse shoved her backwards into the hallway. “I do anal!”

Nurse Redheart closed the door, locking Cheerilee out, then looked at me sadly and shook her head. “Jordan, this won’t do at all,” she scolded.

I gasped for breath, caught between gratitude for my beautiful rescuer and the frustrated arousal that even now tormented my erection. “I’m sorry, nurse...”

“It’s not your fault. We can’t have ponies barging in and interfering with your treatment.” Redheart sighed deeply. “Cheerilee’s not a bad pony,” she admitted. “She just took that breakup really bad. If you do choose to start a herd, you could do worse.”

My nuts ached painfully. “C-could you send her back in?” I asked.

“Tartarus, no!” Redheart snapped. “You just need to get that erection under control. Think about something un-arousing, like big pony butts.”

“Nurse Snowheart already tried that one,” I objected.

Redheart scoffed. “Snowheart thinks my butt is big.” She turned and swayed her large, round behind gently from side to side, drawing my gaze with every motion. “I’m sure she just didn’t go big enough. Picture what this is going to look like after you’ve bred me a dozen times. Twenty pounds of cake on each cheek, two mountains of jiggling—no, it’s not helping. You really are a pervert.”

The nurse put a hoof thoughtfully to her lips. “I’m going to consult with some colleagues,” she proposed. “There might be a way to use your fans to speed your recovery, but you have to promise that you’ll at least consider starting a herd.” She gently booped my cock. “It’s not nice to tease mares with something this splendid and not follow through.”

“Thank you nurse,” I weeped. “I just want my normal life back!” The tedium of serving scones to the Sugarcube Corner morning rush had never seemed so inviting. “I-I’ll do anything to get out of this hospital!”

“You’ll do anything, eh?” Nurse Redheart leaned over and breathed gently into my ear, whispering seductively, making me quickly regret what I had just said. “That’s just what a mare loves to hear, Jordan...”