Hero Worship

My much battered consciousness came to the surface of my mind only to discover that I was cumming yet again. To be precise, my overwhelmed dick was jetting a thick, impossibly fat load of nut batter into the eagerly sucking mouth of a mature and highly fit unicorn who’d introduced herself as Stellar Flare. Her pupils burned into mine expectantly as she gulped down my seed, as if she’d just proposed to me in front of a huge crowd that was now awaiting my answer.

Disconnected thoughts swirled in my mind as I tried to pull myself out from the relief of slumber and piece together my past. Somehow I knew that if I tried, I could remember what act of good or evil I had committed to deserve this encounter with a mare I had barely even met. Was my treatment the harshest punishment, or the purest reward?

Meanwhile, the nasty MILF between my legs had no such mental hangups. She looked up at my immobile form with a happy grin, licking her lips. “Mmm, it’s just as spicy as they say, Jordan!” she cheered. “Human sperm is a true Ponyville delicacy!”

Jordan. My name. I merely quivered, unable to do so much as wipe the sweat of exertion from my forehead. “T-thank you, ma’am, I’m glad you had some fun, too.”

“Oh, did I ever... but you haven’t gotten rid of me just yet! I’m afraid Mrs. Cake can’t make her afternoon shift, so I’ll be blowing you twice in a row. Don’t you get bored with me, now!”

Mrs. Cake... something bad... an accident? “I’m sure I won’t. Thank you for taking the time. I-I hope Mrs. Cake is OK.”

“What a gentlecolt! No, it’s nothing serious, just another stiff cock that needs her attention. Hubby takes priority, after all. You’re not the only frisky stallion in town, you know... although you are the tastiest!” Stellar Flare dipped her mouth back onto the still swollen head of my cock and went right back to work on me.

Mr. Cake, Mrs. Cake... the twins! I sighed in relief as the events of the past week suddenly came back to my mind, all to the rhythm of Stellar’s proud and sloppy sucks. What the manticore did to me was nothing compared to what Ponyville’s voracious mares had been putting me through during my recovery, but at least I now recalled that my suffering had some purpose. I’d saved Pound and Pumpkin, and even if I was destined to perish in this hospital bed (which seemed rather likely,) I knew I had accomplished one good deed in my life.

Yes, it was all coming back... over the past days my cock had occupied an endless parade of mare mouths, and entertained more than a few of the town’s less faithful pussies. I’d yet to legally marry anypony, but I was already a father-to-be many times over... though I’d had to promise never to acknowledge my genetic “contributions” to some of Ponyville’s most prominent families.

All day and all night, mares knelt at the foot of my hospital bed and took my rigid prick into their sweet, tender mouths, slowly pulling the manticore venom out of my helpless body. Even for the small moments I could bring myself to fall asleep, the milking never ceased. Most of my visitors were of the mature variety, with crow’s feet, plump plots, and a mother’s natural gratitude for the hero who’d saved Mrs. Cake’s foals. Yet after Cheerilee brought a group of her recent graduates into my room for a most inappropriate lesson in cock worship, my hospital room became quite the popular hangout for single younger mares as well.

Several times a day, Redheart or Snowheart would rub magical healing lotion onto my chafed and sore cock, utterly rejuvenating me. Too bad that the massage would soon turn into an excuse for a hard, pounding hoofjob that wrung more venom bearing cum out of me than I’d ever thought possible. Then the nurse on duty would smile sweetly, kiss me on the forehead and send in the next mare.

In a single day, I lay with more mares than I’d had girlfriends in all my time on Earth. My body was soaked in sweat and wracked with constant spasms as I was forced into one nut after another. All I could do was bear up under the pleasurable torture, hope the vibrator in my ass and the stallion grass in my IV bag would keep me firmly erect for my next expectant visitor, and pray that it would be over soon. Even being the stud for a herd couldn’t be this tiring... could it?

Yet my endless “therapy” was finally starting to show results. Last night, during a slow and mind sweltering blowjob from Strawberry Sunrise, I discovered that I could wiggle one finger on my remaining hand. Nurse Snowheart was so pleased she’d allowed me to rub that finger against her large, dark clit until she came in a squirting gush that soaked my sheets. Of course, then Strawberry had taken her pleasure, too... several times...

Today, a big event at the School of Friendship had many ponies visiting from other towns, and it seemed that only the thiccest, naughtiest MILFs among them were taking the opportunity to help with my recovery. So far I’d been drained by the tight ass of an athletic pegasus, milked by a earth pony farm wife who sucked in stone faced silence, stroked off by the talented magic of a motherly unicorn, and even ridden by a shy, fat pegasus in glasses whose husband hovered by her the whole time, gently encouraging her in her infidelity. I never learned the names of these unfamiliar visitors, but I knew Stellar Flare’s name, because she’d told it to me... over, and over again.

“Yes, they call me Stellar Flare,” the saucy unicorn repeated yet again, “because I’ve always got my eyes out for a stellar flare! Believe me, honey, your flare is top notch!” She surveyed my rigid meat like it was a masterpiece she’d chiselled out of marble, scanning it closely for the slightest hint of a flagging erection, or a single vein that had gone unpolished. Although I’d cum down her throat not one minute before, it seemed I met with her approval, for Stellar kissed the throbbing head of my cock as if welcoming an old lover and resumed her devoted fellatio.

“Oh, Mrs. Flare, Mrs. Flare...” I moaned in utter delirium. Even after a sleepless week of near constant blowjobs, I could tell Stellar’s suck game was something special. She was carrying on a one sided love affair with my penis.

“It’s OK, Jordan, mummy’s here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you or your big, strong mare pleaser. Now that you’ve blown a quick load, we can take the next one nice and slow.” Stellar’s horn lit up and I felt a warm, wet magical aura lift my overworked balls up from between my thighs. “Here’s a trick I learned in high school. Oh, I was very popular with the pegasi boys, they have such sensitive blueberries...” My nuts were gently tugged apart within their sack, and each was treated to its own personalized pleasure cycle, tingling and fizzing in Stellar’s talented aura. “Mrs. Cake can’t do this, can she?”

“Mrs. Cake gives really good blowjobs!” I protested, eager to defend my orally obsessed boss.

“I’m not surprised, with such a splendid cock to work with!” Stellar Flare kissed my meat lovingly, as though she was standing beside it at the wedding altar. “It’s such a shame you’re not into stallions. I’d love to double team this monster with my son. You know, he’s a hero himself.”

“R-really?” I stuttered out. “I think you mentioned that... four or five times...”

“Yes, he’s saved Equestria, more than once, but he prefers to bottom. Who am I to say no? I strap one on and give it to him good! Nothing but the best for my brave little guy!”

“I’ve got to admire your... oh, gosh... hooves-on mothering strategy...”

“I just had a wonderful idea, Jordan,” Stellar Flare grinned. “Take my son into your herd, and mummy will join, too! What do you say?” The talkative MILF sighed romantically. “Oh, I’d love to see Sunburst married to another hero! Of course, a doctor would be better, but you can’t have everything...”

“That’s a very generous offer, Mrs. Flare, but I don’t swing that way.”

“You say that, but you haven’t seen my son’s cute little spunk extractor of a ponut! Here, just take a look at these photos!” Stellar Flare opened a family album to show me some truly shocking pictures of her son showing off in a short tennis skirt. “And remember, I’ll go ass to mouth... on any ass.”

The embarrassment of my situation had been only growing all week long, and it now reached a fever pitch. The only way to get out of this awkward fix was to bust a second nut down this perverted mare’s throat, a nut that was definitely on its way thanks to her oral skill... yet I’d be blowing a load while staring at the gifted rump of Stellar’s son! Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I pretended Sunburst was a girl... a hot unicorn girl who only did butt stuff...

All of a sudden my rationalizations were interrupted, as my beautiful fiancée Derpy Hooves burst in to my hospital room, a smile beaming from her crosseyed face. Suddenly I had another huge and definitely female plot to ogle, wiggling back and forth as Derpy balanced a large cardboard box precisely between her wings.

“Hey, sweetie, I’ve got a special delivery from Canterlot! Your prosthetic arm is ready, and just in time for our wedding!” Derpy leaned over and caught a glimpse of the photos Stellar Flare was shoving into my face. “Wow, what a cute stallion butt!” Her wings flapped out and she dropped the box on the floor with a loud crunch.

“Derpy!” I wailed.

“Oops, sorry!” The sounds of broken springs and bending metal came from the cardboard box, dashing my hopes for a quick recovery. “It’s probably still OK!” Derpy tried to comfort me even as the box burst into flame. “Oooh, that’s no good...” She flung her wings up to cover her face as the package exploded with a cloud of smoke. “I just don’t know what went wrong!”

As I simmered with helpless, angry noises, I found that the tone of my breathing was becoming less laboured. A strange feeling spread from my heart throughout my body, as though I had been frozen in ice this whole time but my body was now thawing. I commanded my remaining arm to move, and it flopped against the side of my hospital bed. It was a miracle! That furious burst of adrenaline was just what my body needed to overcome the last of the manticore venom!

I forcefully sat up in bed, a changed man, determined to finally show these mares what I was made of. Derpy and Stellar looked at me with gasps and amazed eyes, and for good reason. From now on, Jordan the hero was in charge! No more helpless blowjobs from anypony who made their way into my hospital room — I would decide which mares deserved my mighty rod, how often and in which holes! Any complainers could go back to trying to satisfy themselves with puny stallion cocks!

I gained control of my right arm and firmly tossed my hospital blanket aside. Now that I could finally move again, nothing would stop me from showing my rightful dominance over my herd. To begin with, it was time my naughty pegasus fiancée paid a price for her clumsiness. A firm spanking on that fat grey plot would humble her nicely, followed by a hard fuck and a mandatory creampie!

Derpy shouldn’t be lifting any heavy packages right now anyways... not when her next “delivery” would be a little brother or sister for Dinky! Yes, I’d breed my precious goofball right here and now! I’d give her a healthy glow in her pure white wedding dress, and ensure that she spoke her vows with the warmth of new life growing inside her. Derpy’s endlessly swelling tummy would stand as an example to all the other mares who thought they could toy with my heart and order me around!

“Finally, I can move again!” I cried out. “Derpy, bend ov—”

“Wonderful news, Jordan!” Stellar Flare cheered. “That means it’s finally safe for us mares to do this!”

Before I could react, Stellar turned, raised her hindquarters and smashed her twat down onto my face, pressing me firmly against my hospital bed and incapacitating me once again. After mere seconds of dominance, Jordan the hero was back on the bottom of Ponyville’s sexual pecking order, smothered into submissiveness by musky, MILFy mare butt.

“Go, Stellar, go!” Derpy cheered.

“Mmmf!” I protested, my newly freed arm and legs struggling wildly.

Stellar sighed with contentment. “Oh, we’ve all wanted this for so long, but that fussy Nurse Redheart was so worried about ‘suffocating’ you. Now, you just tap my cutie mark if you need a break.” She vigorously rubbed herself on my face, marking me as her own with her sweet juices.

I gasped for breath, my tongue involuntarily lapping as Stellar’s wet, clasping pussy writhed around my mouth, overwhelming my senses with its strong scent. I’d craved a taste of mare cunny all week, but this was hardly the prim, delicate marehood Nurse Redheart had teased me with so long ago. This was a sloppy and gushing cunt, an experienced hole that had been well used for years and now had its sights set on me. I frantically slapped at Stellar Flare’s huge, highly toned ass, trying to get her to stop.

“Ooh, spank me harder, you naughty colt! Sunburst is never this rough with me!”

Every taste of Stellar’s juices did nothing but make me horny beyond measure, stiffer than I’d been all week and ready to fuck a second foal into the pretty, middle aged pervert of a unicorn. After years of toying with gardeners and delivery colts, Stellar Flare had finally found her new breeding stud, and what I wanted had nothing to do with it.

I involuntarily bucked my hips, and my atrophied muscles complained with a burst of pain. With what felt like my final breath, I called out “Derpy, help me, please!”

“Of course, Jordan! I’ll get your dick! A hero like you should never go unpleasured!” I felt a heavenly mouth descend on my meat and begin to sloppily suck.

How had I ever imagined that I might discipline Derpy? I wasn’t in charge of this herd — my mares were, definitively, and forever! These little ponies were strong, tough and determined. My most forceful spanks were considered to be love taps, even as one whiff of wet pussy rendered me stiff, obedient and eager to please. In my heart I knew that Derpy could drop packages all day and I wouldn’t complain about a thing, so long as she raised her tail for me at night!

I was doomed... doomed to a life of pleasure such as man nor stallion had ever imagined. My cock was now the property of Ponyville’s vivacious and beautiful mares, as surely as it had been in my prophetic dream with Mrs. Cake and her cruel milking machine. As Derpy cheerfully glurked down my rod, and Stellar Flare’s tangy slit began to dribble thick streams of preorgasmic juices into my desperately swallowing mouth, all I could do was weep for my sanity...