Hero Worship

Zecora and Mage Meadowbrook generously allowed me to watch them scissor and 69 on the floor of my hospital room, even as my unflagging cock strained and throbbed, silently begging to be allowed to join in the fun. After each mare got off twice with loud whinnying and messy squirting, the earth pony whispered in the zebra’s ear, and the two gorgeous healers departed with a swish of their sexy tails. After what they’d done to me, I could only imagine the chemical insanity these nerds would be brewing for each other.

I knew I’d be “entertaining” more mares soon enough, and knowing Nurse Redheart I didn’t expect much time to recover, but even so I was surprised at how soon my services were required once again. Seemingly no sooner had the door closed behind Zecora’s shapely rump, than it swung open again without warning, revealing not one but five mares with broad grins and hearts twinkling in their eyes.

I gulped as I was confronted by a bevy of Ponyville’s most elegant matrons. Cream Heart, Spoiled Rich, Cookie Crumbles, Derpy Hooves and even my boss, Mrs. Cake herself, squeezed her hips once again through the narrow doorway. All five mares wore chic and sophisticated dresses, all had the heavy teats and the wide-load asses that sent Ponyville’s colts rushing for the hoof lotion, and right now all of that intimidating female attention was directed right at me. Never before had a hospital room held so much thicc, wobbling mommy plot at once — at least, not outside of a busy maternity ward!

My ever ready cock stood stiff and proud before the crowd, teased to the brink by the vibrator up my ass and the lesbequine show I’d just witnessed, aching and throbbing in front of still more insistent mares. “What a polite young stallion,” I heard Derpy whisper to Mrs. Cake. “He knows just what a lady wants to see!”

Spoiled Rich ate one of the roses in the vase next to her and licked her lips primly. “Good afternoon, Jordan,” she simpered. “I apologize for not visiting you earlier, but Nurse Redheart the bitch simply wouldn’t allow it. I represent—”

“We,” Mrs. Cake stated firmly.

“Of course. We represent the Concerned MILFs of Ponyville.”

“Concerned Moms of Ponyville,” corrected Cream Heart.

“That’s what I said. We’re an organization dedicated to nailing hot young studs.”

“And doing charity work,” Derpy added.

“Yes, yes, it’s all for charity,” Spoiled chattered impatiently. “When heroes are lonely, we comfort them. When ball sacks are heavy, we lighten them. Our inadequate husbands—”

“Our loving and understanding husbands,” Cookie Crumbles interrupted.

“—Know all about our work, so there’s no need for you to worry. Now, Nurse Redheart tells me you need to be sucked off eight times a day.” All around me, thick tongues ran across plump, motherly lips, drooling at the idea of being one of the eight.

“That is what Zecora said...” I agreed reluctantly.

“Well, that’s just not good enough,” Spoiled informed snootily. “You deserve a true hero’s reward. Each of us will be servicing you twice a day until you’re fully recovered: that makes ten. I’m sure the overpaid doctors here at Ponyville General will be taking their turns, and of course there are the mares in your herd. Yes, I think you can count on a blowjob every hour of the day, all thanks to us.”

“And I can make it last the whole hour,” Derpy promised with a wink. At least I thought it was a wink.

“W-wait... my herd?” Somehow, my destiny of being orally devoured by demanding MILFs wasn’t the most ominous thing Spoiled had told me.

“It’s not an official herd yet,” Spoiled admitted, “But the waiting list is quite long. A gentlecolt like you will surely do the right thing and take responsibility for all of these lovestruck mares. Why, I’d say you’re exactly what we at CMP have been looking for — a stud who can breed ’em by the dozens.”

“Dozens?”

“What’s wrong?” Spoiled sneered. “Aren’t the mares of Ponyville good enough for you?”

“No! I mean... yes! I mean... I like them a lot, but they can be a bit pushy.”

“Pushy? Pushy?” Spoiled shoved her muzzle right into my face and growled, as she’d done at Sugarcube Corner the time I’d dared to tell her we’d run out of her special coffee blend. “No, Jordan, those other mares aren’t pushy, I am pushy. I’m the president of the Concerned Moms of Ponyville, and I want Ponyville to have more concerned moms. You and your whiny little ‘I don’t want a herd’ attitude are standing in my way.”

Spoiled Rich grabbed the window curtain in her mouth and yanked it to the side, filling my hospital room with light. Outside, dozens of ponies were singing and dancing around Ponyville, performing a catchy musical number about picnics.

“Look at all those background ponies!” Spoiled seethed with disgust. “Happy, carefree, sexually unsatisfied... how dare they? I want to see them pushing strollers and rushing to ballet lessons! The only songs they should be singing are lullabies! All it takes is one stallion who’s willing to nut up and become Ponyville’s baby daddy. If you’re a hero, then prove it!” She pointed outside. “Herd those mares!”

“I never said I was a hero...” I protested.

“It’s for the best, dear,” Mrs. Cake promised me. “I finally convinced Carrot to herd a few of the local girls, and we’ve never been happier.” She wiped her forehead. “Thank goodness, I can finally keep up with that stud of mine...”

“OK, Mrs. Cake,” I mumbled, finally bowing to the pressure being applied to me by seemingly every mare in town. “If you say it’s all right, then... I-I’ll start a herd.”

“You won’t regret this, Jordan!” Spoiled Rich claimed. The scent of steamy mare clams began to fill the room, and I regretted my decision already. “This is truly a monumental day for me!”

“For the Concerned Moms of Ponyville,” Cookie Crumbles corrected.

“For you, Jordan,” Mrs. Cake told me, smiling sweetly.

“Aww, no need to be scared, little guy,” Cream Heart comforted me, “Derpy and I will join your herd and help run things. I was in charge of a small herd a few years ago, before I had Button.”

“And I’m a horny slut!” Derpy galloped to the head of my hospital bed and kissed me. “Yay, herds!”

“Now that that’s decided, let’s officially begin your recovery.” The four other matrons started masturbating, and Spoiled Rich’s sequin covered dress crept up her enormous plot as she turned around and raised her tail before me. “I’ll be honouring your valiant staff with the finest marehood Ponyville has to offer — my own.”

“W-wait, what happened to blowjobs?”

“Oh, you’re as bad as my husband,” Spoiled Rich claimed dismissively, even as her Pixar mom hips ominously lowered. “Blowjobs, blowjobs, blowjobs. What about my needs, Jordan? I’ve had a hard day, and I deserve to relax by being impregnated with a hero’s foal.”

“Impregnated?”

Spoiled Rich scoffed with a roll of her eyes. “For pony’s sake, we’re not bringing you into the family! I’ll simply convince Filthy it’s his. I’ve done it before.”

“But I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father!”

“You’re not the father, Filthy is the father. How many times must I explain this to you?” Spoiled’s talented nether lips slipped at last over my cockhead, sealing my fate. My first pussy since Earth was tight, hot, and it milked me. I could see why Filthy Rich put up with so much bullshit from his wife: her cunty cunt had him tamed like no other.

“But what if it comes out a centaur or something?”

Spoiled scowled at me as she backed her hindquarters fully onto my crotch. “Jordan, I need less sass from you, and more thick human penis — aaah, that’s it. Even a zebra can’t compare!”

“Just relax and enjoy it, sweetie,” Derpy advised me between deep, tongue filled MILF kisses. “Oh, you’re going to be the best herd husband ever~”

Soft, wet flesh stroked and squeezed my cock. An obscenely fat nub of a clit rubbed itself against my tightening balls with repeated winking. All I could do was moan into Derpy’s sweet mouth as the most obnoxious Karen in Ponyville officially took my horse virginity... and the last of my dignity.