Author's Note

This chapter adds drugs and (briefly) needles to the usual light dubcon. If you’re sensitive to such things, please skip this one.

My alchemical romance

Once again I drifted off to sleep, my dreams troubled by the scented stallion grass that sat ominously upon my nightstand. When I awoke, the light of the afternoon shone through the window of my hospital room. With a bustle of activity, Nurse Redheart was showing Zecora to my bedside, the two mares murmuring with the greatest of concern.

The zebra alchemist was a regular at Sugarcube Corner, and I considered her a friend, with the exotic mare even teaching me some baking recipes from her faraway homeland. But I gasped to see the other mare who trotted in to the room behind her, pushing an IV stand with her forehead: Mage Meadowbrook herself! I couldn’t believe that one of the Pillars of Old Equestria was interested in my case! I felt a sudden sense of relief, knowing that two of the most brilliant healers in Equestria were here to help me recover. Maybe Nurse Redheart wasn’t such a tease after all...

Meadowbrook looked ravishing in her traditional flowing dress, her mane tied up in the style of ancient Equestria. Meanwhile Zecora had adopted a more modern look, wearing a white lab coat and thick rimmed glasses. The beautiful zebra breathed my scent in deeply as she used her mouth to press a stethoscope against my immobilized chest.

“Wow, you’re a doctor, too?” I asked her. “I thought you just made potions.”

“There’s no diploma in my hut,” Zecora admitted, “but clothes like these flatter my butt.” She turned and showed off her shapely striped rump, tantalizingly half covered by the lab coat. I let out a moan: I wanted those cheeks wrapped around my face.

Zecora smiled at my expression of interest. “Did you get the roses I sent?” she asked. “The message I wrote was truly meant. Bed me once and you will find: zebras leave pony mares behind.”

“Now hold on there, shugah,” Mage Meadowbrook protested. “I didn’t know bout this newfangled tradition o’ sendin’ flowers, but I’m a hero mahself an’ I’ve got just as much claim ta Jordan as anypony.” She turned to me, casting jealous glances at her rival. “Jordan, these modern gals don’t know nothin’ bout pleasure. Why, back in Equestria’s golden age, the most talented mares would take herds o’ stallions!”

“That sounds relaxing,” I mumbled. What I wouldn’t give for a pal to help me satisfy all these hungry mares... why had my stallion friends abandoned me to this fate?

“That’s right — shockin’ yet true! I had six wonderful husbands mahself, an’ not a complaint to be heard, day or night. Now, you keep that in mind when Miss Stripey here tries to convert ya to the magic o’ zebra pussy.”

Zecora snorted with annoyance. “Before we declare ourselves his lovers, we should ensure that Jordan recovers.”

“I reckon yer right bout that,” Meadowbrook admitted, pulling a gleaming intravenous needle out of its wrapper. “Now, Jordan, yer bout ta feel a lil’ prick... like me with mah first husband, haw haw!” She poked my remaining arm with the needle and Zecora quickly attached the bag of fluid that dangled from the IV stand, sending a cold liquid flowing into my veins. “Seriously, he was a great guy — tiny dick, though.”

“W-what’s in this?” I asked nervously, as strange sensations flooded my seemingly numb body.

“Nothin’ much, just a mixture of swamp moss, guardwort, an’ ten or twenty other things. Me an’ Zecora put our heads together an’ invented it just fer you. It’ll slowly draw the manticore venom out o’ your blood and concentrate it in yer... well, yer prostate.”

Zecora nickered gently and gave me a naughty smile. “If I may call it something lewd, the cauldron where your cum is brewed.”

“Then we can extract it, and it’ll give your wild oats a spicy lil’ bam!” Meadowbrook smacked her lips. “Mmm-mmm! Good enough to bottle!”

“There is one little side effect,” Zecora cautioned me, “You’ll stay persistently erect.”

“Wait, what?” I flinched, but everypony could see the truth of Zecora’s statement. Even as she rhymed, my overused cock quickly swelled to full mast, throbbing and bulging as if about to split its skin.

“That’s right, we added our own secret ingredient ta the mixture: a triple strength extract o’ stallion grass!” Zecora and Meadowbrook shared a hoof bump.

“Stallion grass? B-but why?” It seemed there was no escape from these sexually aggressive mares. Even being utterly helpless, and a hero to boot, only made them want to abuse me more.

“Why, for yer safety, Jordan, o’ course. At this stage in yer recovery, a limp dick could be fatal!”

Zecora nodded at Nurse Redheart. “We cannot let the venom build, or else poor Jordan might be killed. Eight times a day he must be drained. I trust you and your staff are trained?”

“Eight times?”

“Leave it to me, Zecora,” Nurse Redheart assured the zebra alchemist with a lick of her lips. “I’ve been turning mares away so as not to tire Jordan out. There’ll be no shortage of beautiful visitors eager to suck him dry!”

“Please, nurse, have mercy...” I weeped.

Zecora nuzzled my prick with her muzzle, drinking in the scent. “I’ve travelled far and seen a few, but human dick is something new. I must admit, I’d like a taste. Why let this stiffness go to waste?”

“Would y’all mind if we performed the first draining?” asked Mage Meadowbrook.

“Be my guest!” With a gesture, Nurse Redheart generously invited the Pillar of Equestria to help herself to my penis. “You’ve already been so helpful with his recovery! If anypony deserves to worship this beautiful dick, it’s you two!”

“Somepony... anypony... help me...”

“Remember what we discussed last night, Jordan,” Redheart whispered in my ear. “If you really don’t want this, just tell us to stop. There’s still time to try a more traditional therapy. But you won’t stop it, will you? You’re enjoying this way too much~ Just one word, and you can’t bring yourself to say it...”

My lips tried to move, but Redheart was right: some shameful part of me wanted to be desired so badly that my admirers might utterly use me up and leave me broken. Far from speaking up to put an end to my torment, all I could do was snort hot breaths of air, like a rampaging stallion in heat.

“All right, then.” Nurse Redheart stroked my cheek condescendingly with a gentle hoof. “Believe me, Jordan, you’ll come out of this with a smile. It’ll be a funny story to tell our grandfoals one day... although we’ll have to leave a lot of details out.”

“Our gr—gr—” I was suddenly distracted from this vision of my future as Zecora tossed off her lab coat, fully exposing her thicc striped booty and bounteous teats. “We’ll begin the seed extraction with hot zebra on human action!” she cheered.

Now clad in only her glasses, Zecora carefully moved her lips up and down my shaft, kissing and sucking. Her tongue was broader than a pony’s, and she overwhelmed me with her new and exotic technique. Meadowbrook swiftly joined the zebra on the other side of my cock, claiming her share, carefully swabbing my meat with her own tongue. “Hrm, his body’s mighty strange, but it seems like some things ain’t changed in 1,000 years...”

Despite my reluctance, I swiftly found myself drowning once again in pleasure. The two healers expertly twirled their tongues around my cock, leaving me dripping wet and throbbing, yet never slipping their lips over my head for a proper blowjob. Meadowbrook moaned as she kissed up my shaft, her wet tongue all but sizzling against my flesh. Zecora inhaled me deeply then smiled gently.

“Now what’s goin through yer purdy lil’ head?” Meadowbrook asked her.

Zecora blushed shyly. “A lover’s touch, a kiss at dusk... these thoughts arise as I sniff his musk.”

Meadowbrook uttered a bemused snort. She wrinkled her pony nose and shrugged, even as she wrapped her lips around the side of my shaft. “Just smells like a big set o’ balls ta me, shugah.”

Zecora giggled. “Your words are crude, yet I admit they stir an aching in my slit. It may seem strange to one like you, but there are things two mares can do...”

“Oh, you whippersnappers!” Meadowbrook leaned over my cock and quickly kissed her zebra colleague. “The youngfolk always think they invented bein’ bi! C’mon now, I’ll beat the cream outa that cute zebra cunny o’ yers, jes as soon as we take care o’ our human stud!” The powerful healer looked up at me even as her mouth worked my nut sack, gently punishing my poisoned seed pods with powerful tongue spanks. “Honey, you pump that load, ya hear? We need ta get that venom out o’ ya!”

“For your health, do not hold back,” Zecora agreed. “We beg you, empty out your sack!”

Peppered with kisses, granted intimate licks from talented tongues, I felt like the luckiest guy in history, yet I couldn’t quite manage to get off from this. After the deep, suction filled blowjobs I’d been gifted by my many visitors, it seemed my dick had become spoiled and fussy. Nothing but the deepest of pony throats would do! Yet I had to cum, and quickly — the deadly manticore venom was already accumulating within me, concentrated by the steady flowing of my drugged blood.

“P-please, stop teasing and just suck me!” I tried to buck my paralyzed hips and whined out my demands, just as I had while Redheart first used me. Yet I knew that in doing so, I only highlighted my own helplessness before these teasing, powerful mares.

Made Meadowbrook and Zecora looked at each other with greatest concern. “Suck ya, Jordan?” Meadowbrook asked. “Did I hear ya right? Ya want me ta take this huge meaty mare-wrecker in mah muzzle, right down mah throat, an’ bob mah head up an’ down, slurpin’ on it til ya blow?”

“Y-yeah, if th-that’s OK with you...” I blushed profusely as I realized exactly what I’d just asked for.

Meadowbrook put a hoof to her chest and gasped deeply, her crotchtits swelling beneath her billowing dress. “Well, I declare! Back in mah day, that was somethin’ a mare only did fer her husband! I know times have changed, but I’m an old fashioned gal.” Meadowbrook’s mouth quivered even as she kissed up and down the throbbing veins on my prick, unable to keep away. “Even fer a hero like you, Jordan, I dunno...”

Zecora nodded firmly, supporting Meadowbrook. “In my homeland the same is true, blowjobs are what couples do. Many a stud has shared my bed, but only my mate will I give head.”

Meadowbrook blushed and her sweet voice softened, and she lavished my shaft with firm licks. “Unless... Jordan, is this yer way o’ sayin’ that ya want me ta be more than yer healer? That ya want me ta join yer herd?”

“Erm... not necessarily...” I whimpered, trapped yet again by aggressive mares with romance on their minds. “I mean, y-you seem like a nice lady and everything...”

The beautiful earth pony sniffed and wiped away a tear of happiness. “Golly, Jordan, I loved mah husbands, but it’s been 1,000 years, an’ I know they’d want me ta be happy agin... aww, but I jes can’t imagine sharin’ mah fellah with other mares!”

Zecora swiftly took advantage of what she saw as an opportunity to surpass her rival. “There’s no need to say ‘I do’ before I will go down on you,” she promised. “The moment we set a wedding date, down my throat you may ejaculate!” She wiggled her fat tongue around the head of my prick, looking up at me with a teasing expression.

“Oh, fuck, Zecora...” I moaned. “I-I guess I can cum like this... damnit, you’re both so beautiful... unnngh!”

The stallion grass within my blood took full effect and an orgasm hit my frail body like a freight train, nearly blacking me out with its incredible force. Mage Meadowbrook and Zecora kissed around my spurting dick, even as their tails lifted simultaneously in nerdish lust. After being pumped dry again and again, my balls were having trouble squeezing out the huge waves of cum that Ponyville’s mares seemed to demand, yet I was still producing more than I had on my best day back on Earth, all of it now lightly tinted with an evil looking green colour.

As the last drops dribbled forth from my sore and swollen cumslit, Zecora smacked her lips against my head, sampling the last of my seed. “That really gives my tongue a tingle,” she stated with approval. She nudged Mage Meadowbrook. “Yet poor Jordan’s still hard, still single...”

I just moaned and sobbed in my bed, unable to deny or protest. Despite the mind blowing orgasm, I was still hard as diamonds and desperate for release. That huge nut hadn’t relieved the tension one bit! If I could move right now, I’d be wrapping my remaining hand in Zecora’s mane and ramming her exotic snoot down onto my still swollen prick, throatfucking her until she rhymed for mercy — yet I knew even that wouldn’t help! I just had to hope that this experimental treatment would shorten my time in this bed, getting me quickly back on my feet and far away from these thirsty mares.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, joinin’ one o’ these topsy turvy modern herds,” Meadowbrook admitted, moaning with desire as she stared down my persistent erection. “Lots o’ gal pals, an’ a hard dick whenever I want? But I’m jes so busy with mah magical research...”

“With Jordan to support our science goals,” Zecora pointed out, “we could research even as we nurse our foals.” She beamed at me with a seductive smile. “Come on, invite us to start off your herd. There’s no wife as fine as a cute zebra nerd!”

Meadowbrook grinned as she realized the matrimonial fun that could be hers once again. “Yeah, an’ once ya taste mah home cookin’, ya won’t know whether to eat mah delicious stews or mah horny cunt!”

Nurse Redheart reached behind my head and fluffed my pillow. “Now, Jordan,” she assured, “a little window shopping is fine, but it’s too early to start choosing mares for your herd. Once you’ve fully recovered, you’ll have the rest of your life to enjoy the pleasures due a hero.”

“The r-rest of my l-life?”

Redheart smiled happily. “Doesn’t that sound nice? For now, just relax, and we’ll drain all that nasty venom from your body, one load at a time.”

“Please, I’m begging you...” Was there no freedom from this pleasurable trap? So long as the sinister mixture of stallion grass filled my blood, repeated orgasms would only weaken me further, leaving me helpless and utterly at the mercy of Ponyville’s sexually obsessed mares.

Zecora held up a hoof. “Speaking as Jordan’s therapist, there is one other little twist. We cannot have him shooting dust, to boost production is a must. To promote more semen creation he’ll need some prostate stimulation.”

“Say no more, Zecora!” Nurse Redheart reached into a drawer and pulled out a large butt plug, which she swiftly lubricated and pushed up my ass. “How is that, Jordan?” she asked kindly.

“Buh... buh...” I moaned, feeling the gentle yet insistent stretch as the plug entered my most secret spot. I’d once had a girlfriend who liked to finger me as she went down, and I’d always been secretly ashamed of how much I shot when she did. Now my once virgin anus was just another erogenous zone for Equestria’s medical community to poke, prod and pleasure, all in the name of draining me dry.

Redheart smiled and kissed my forehead. “Excellent, the venom removal is working already. Remember? You couldn’t even feel that rimjob earlier today. Mmm, now we can keep you nice and stimulated, from the inside out.”

“I’m going to cum again, nurse!” I whimpered, my ass clamping down on the foreign object as it began to magically vibrate, bathing me in forbidden pleasure. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” I’d never felt so helpless or pathetic. Injected with drugs, anally violated, reduced to nothing but the ever growing puddle of sperm that needed to be pumped out of me... and most of all, I hated how much this objectification was turning me on!

“There’s quite a few mares waiting outside,” Zecora pointed out as Mage Meadowbrook leaned down to sniff the zebra’s ample hindquarters. “Shall we send one in to take the next ride?”

“No need,” Nurse Redheart assured the alchemist. “This next dose belongs to Mama!” She plunged her muzzle down onto my cock, my head stretching her throat wide, and I moaned as I quickshot another cumload deep down into her stomach, her tongue working my shaft as she claimed what was hers...