“Uhhh! Aaahhh! Jordan, you strange, wonderful beast! Again you bring me to zee peak!”

The beautiful Aloe lay on her back, shuddering helplessly on her own massage table as I stood powerfully over her and made tender love to her tiny body. This wasn’t how our “physical therapy” sessions were supposed to go, but we couldn’t resist each other. It was pure animal attraction. The pink mare and I had fallen into each others’ embrace mere minutes into our first appointment, just after Aloe’s twin sister had closed the door behind her and trotted off to see to another patient. That magical hour, and every appointment since had been a whirlwind of illicit passion, forbidden kisses and amazing sex.

My stiff, slick cock throbbed blissfully as I plowed it in and out of the warm sauna of Aloe’s steamy snatch, my tip kissing her womb with each deep, belly bulging stroke. All four of her legs were tucked behind her head, placing her slit front and centre and transforming her into the perfect pocket pussy. I told myself that this was all part of my therapy, that I was building my stamina after a week of paralysis by bringing Aloe to one Equestria-shaking climax after another. Yet the truth was that I couldn’t get enough of the exotic earth pony. Her tightness, her heat... Aloe’s firm yet flexible body was sheer perfection, toned and tuned for a single purpose: male pleasure. How could I pass that pleasure up, when it was offered to me so sweetly?

Aloe looked up at me lovingly and smiled through a haze of maregasmic delirium. “You have mastered my body, Jordan, but each and every mare has a different path to her ultimate ecstasy. You must seek zat path, and guide her, firmly, yet lovingly.” She gently touched my hand with a hoof, a gesture as passionate as the deepest kiss. “With your natural gifts combined with my training, I will shape you into zee greatest lover in Ponyville, neigh, in Equestria! Now, let us continue. Use your left hand to squeeze my teat, oh so very lightly...”

I obeyed my therapist, carefully closing the fingers of my prosthetic hand against the quivering pony crotchboob, taking care to stroke and tease the nipple. “Ah, such power, Jordan, and such gentleness...” This was no ordinary tit grope: thanks to the powerful changeling magic that had made me whole again, all the delightful sensations I felt through my new hand were magnified tenfold. At first my replacement arm had crushed apples and bent door handles, but Aloe had taught me how to use it, and after long practice she trusted me with the most sensitive bits of her own flawless body.

For a few moments, the stresses of leading a herd went out of my mind, leaving nothing but pleasure. With Cream Heart coordinating the household, Cheerilee managing the finances, and Writing Desk in charge of my schedule, I could focus on my recovery and on being there for my ever growing family: offering my love, my protection, and most of all, my cock. I was even able to sneak off for some extramarital fun once in a while, thanks to the soundproof walls of the Ponyville Spa and a very understanding therapist.

As I fondled Aloe’s teat and thrust into her velvet lined pussy, I leaned down and kissed her lovely lips as if she was everything that was missing from my life. “Oh, Aloe... you’re so beautiful... I know it’s wrong, but I-I can’t resist you...” The shameful thrill of bedding one of the few mares in Ponyville I wasn’t married to, was just too much. Sometimes a guy just needed a break from his herd of horny and demanding wives! So many married mares had enjoyed me in the hospital, making smiling cuckolds of their indulgent husbands... shouldn’t I be allowed a fling of my own?

Aloe frowned at me even as she squeezed herself tightly onto my cock, like a cork entering a wine bottle. “It is never wrong to love, Jordan,” she scolded. “Do you think you lessen your marriages by conquering me upon zis table? Hah! Marriage is zee trap of zee bourgeoisie! Your wives should be grateful zat you have taken me as your mistress! It shows you are a stallion of zee finest tastes!”

“Y-you make some good points, but I did promise to be faithful...” I gulped as I remembered the many times I’d walked down the wedding aisle in the last month. The many vows and kisses, the joy in the eyes of so many neglected mares who thought they’d found true love at last. “S-so many promises...”

Suddenly behind me I heard a door open and a sweet, musical voice interrupted our forbidden fun. “Aloe, I brought zee towels zat you—by zee moon and sun! Jordan? With my sister?”

I looked back to see Lotus, my massage therapist, who I was also having an affair with. The blue bombshell dropped a pile of towels in her shock, her muzzle wide open as she watched my hips involuntarily plunge into an identical pink copy of her own tiny marepussy. Then I pulled out. Then I plunged in again, balls deep. Then out again, as Aloe moaned with pleasure. Even caught in the act, I couldn’t seem to stop!

“I-I guess you caught us, Lotus.” I hung my head shamefully, even as my lower half continued trying to bang Aloe into unconsciousness. Lotus was a sweet and caring lover, and she deserved better than a low down horndog like me. “I’m so sorry. I should have told you I was plowing your sister... and your mom... and getting head from your sweet old grandma...”

Lotus merely smiled and stepped over the pile of dropped towels towards us, even as they grew soggy in the steamy therapy room. “I’m not jealous, Jordan, non non non! In fact, I’m grateful to my family for taking care of you when I’m too sore.” She reached out with a hoof and gently slapped my bum. “You just keep going, and treat my sister right.”

I obediently continued with my lovemaking, driving in and out with full force. “Uuuh!” Aloe cried out and quivered as she came once again around my thrusting cock. Lotus chuckled and smiled. “Oh, yes, dear sister, I know all about Jordan and his mighty shaft. When he hits zat special spot, zere is no defence, eh? One simply must squirt with appreciation.”

“Oh, Lotus, of course you would understand...” Aloe clasped her sister’s hoof in her own as they shared a moment of tenderness. “So many years have we wasted on zee so-called stallions...”

“All in zee past, Aloe,” Lotus assured. “Our dear Jordan is here now, to make our tomorrow as joyous as today.”

Lotus stood on her hind legs, leaning against me, and kissed up my prosthetic arm to where it melded with my shoulder, her lips tingling and raising goosebumps on the synthetic flesh. In one hoof she held out a small white box wrapped with an elegant red ribbon. “Now, Jordan, I have brought a very special gift for you, to congratulate you on zee progress you’ve made in your recovery.”

“That’s really sweet, Lotus, you shouldn’t have... huh?” My jaw dropped wide open as I opened the box to find a pregnancy test showing two vivid, solid lines.

Lotus cuddled up against me even as her moaning sister wiggled her hips up and down upon the human cock she craved. “It seems our last ‘massage’ was even more vigorous zan we thought.” She smiled, reliving every movement and kiss of that passionate romp in her mind, especially the forceful tug at her stylish mane as I roared and unleashed a fateful creampie into her from behind. “Zat’s right, Jordan — I’m pregnant, and you’re zee father.”

“B-but you said you were taking a potion!”

Lotus pouted. “Yes, so sad zat I must use magic to make me fertile, but now zat you’ve seeded me, I can stop taking zee potion. Your wives, Meadowbrook and Zecora... zey are, how you say, zee medical geniuses, non?”

“Buh... but...”

“You’ll take responsibility, won’t you?” Lotus leaned to whisper in my ear. “Take me into your herd, and we shall raise our foal together.”

At her words, the realization of the new life Lotus and I had created hit me, filling me with purest happiness. My body betrayed me with full force, plunging over a cliff into a waterfall of orgasmic bliss and launching thick ropes of spunk deep into Aloe as I panted and gasped, the most idiotic grin upon my face. I mentally cursed my own weakness. Why was I such a sucker for a baby crazy mare? Did I really love MILFs so much that I had to swell the belly of every cute pony girl I saw? Why did the thought of siring yet another foal fill me with so much damned contentment and joy, that I kept making these dumb decisions?

It was too late, now... all I could do was enjoy my impending fatherhood. I held Lotus tenderly and kissed her, even as I pumped her twin sister full of thick human seed. “Of course I’ll take responsibility,” I murmured gently, stroking Lotus’ barrel where even now my son or daughter grew. “For the beautiful foal in your belly... and all the foals to come. Marry me, Lotus, and grant me a lifetime of happiness.”

“Yes, Jordan, I’ll marry you gladly... I’m so glad you thought of it.” We kissed again, my heart flooded with love, and Aloe sighed romantically to watch her sister’s happiness, even as her pussy quivered in another orgasm around my final spurts.

Like any guy, I’d had my harem fantasies, but I could now see why a stallion might want a monogamous marriage or even to stay single. I was at the centre of the biggest herd in Ponyville, and it was exhausting. My days were spent cuddling with my wives and breaking up arguments with sweet words and kisses for everypony. My nights were full of romantic dates, and spicy sex that twisted my body into positions I’d never even heard of. Now countless foals were on the way, and I would be changing their diapers, reading to them, picking them up from school...

My very life now depended on keeping my reputation as the guy my wives had married: gentle and sensitive, yet brave, strong, passionate and always ready for a roll in the hay. And every day, it seemed, more mares wanted to join my herd.

“What about me, Jordan?” Aloe spoke, breaking the spell of love that held me in Lotus’ thrall. The pink earth pony gently stroked her clit and the cock flesh that slid across it, enjoying the mixture of her wetness and my oozing sperm as I subconsciously continued to thrust gently into her, my orgasm fading and leaving me with a post nut clarity that gave me a firm sense of impending doom. “Is it really fair to treat my sister differently zan me? After all, you’ve just made me pregnant as well.”

“Pregnant?” I pulled out of Aloe as quickly as I could, making her gasp with pleasure as my thick head popped free of her tiny marehood, yet the damage was done. A trickle of my sperm was visible running out of the beautiful earth pony’s certified therapy pussy, sealing my fate as the father of yet another foal. “B-but you said today was a safe day!”

“But of course! Zee safest day to conceive, when my heat is at its peak! Foals are too precious to risk conception on any other day. Please, Jordan, do not leave me zee only single mother in Ponyville. Take me into your herd, and love me always.”

I looked around for an exit, but I was trapped, if only by my sense of honour and the needs of my helplessly romantic heart. “But... but I’m already taking care of so many mares!”

“Zat’s why it’s called a herd, Jordan,” Lotus told me firmly. “Zere is always room for more love.”

“Zat’s right,” Aloe agreed. “Between zis magnificent cock and zat new arm of yours, zere’s no limit to zee number of ponies you can satisfy. Now kiss me and make me yours, you silly human!”

In less than a minute I’d somehow obtained two new fiancées. I gently lifted Aloe down off the massage table, and lowered my trembling lips to passionately kiss her as I’d kissed her sister. She deserved nothing less — after all, she was to bear my foal. Our beautiful, perfect foal...

As our tongues touched and my cock twitched back towards erection, I thanked those nerds in Canterlot for my one untiring body part: my replacement bionic arm. My jaw and tongue were now utterly sore from my never ending horse pussy buffet, and even with pots of stallion grass growing in every room of the house, my dick couldn’t go forever. But the vibrating feature on my magical hand turned me into a living hitachi wand, making sure that all my wives got their cummies every single day. I’d even convinced myself that jerking off Sunburst wasn’t gay, as long as I only touched his dick with my prosthetic hand. Pumping loads up my husband’s ass was very gay, though. I couldn’t think of a way around that.

I lost myself passionately making out with Aloe, as Lotus embraced me from behind, massaging my aching body with her powerful hooves. Yet suddenly the sound of the door opening was heard again. Our lovers’ tryst was interrupted and our scandalous secret was discovered by my herd administrator Writing Desk, who casually trotted in, holding a notebook that listed my schedule for the day.

I just whimpered helplessly, caught in the act for the second time that day. I knew I should at least pretend not to be obviously cheating on Writing Desk, along with my dozens of other wives, but I was too tired to move. I couldn’t even stop from kissing Aloe, hungrily to the point of desperation. It felt like her hot, sweet breath of love was the only thing keeping me from falling into unconsciousness.

Writing Desk stepped over to the oily, spermy, and pleasantly exhausted cuddle pile on the floor beside the massage table. Despite all she’d seen in the past month, she blushed and pressed a hoof to her lips. “Oh, am I interrupting something?”

“Only love...” Lotus sighed. “Only true love...”

Writing Desk gently patted the two freshly pregnant mares. “I see the spa twins have finally succumbed to my husband’s charms,” she smiled. “Actually, I’m impressed you lasted as long as you did. Being so close to him... touching him every day... how could any mare resist?”

“He is our master... our king...”

“Quick thinking, Jordan.” Writing Desk nodded to me with approval. “We’re all going to need prenatal massages. Bringing Aloe and Lotus into the herd will save us quite a bag of bits.”

“Thank you for sharing him,” Aloe moaned.

“You’re so lucky — you have already been married to him for a month! He’s so sweet and giving!”

“Of course,” Writing Desk smirked. “That’s why I fell in love with Jordan: he really knows how to ‘give.’ How about a kiss, sweetheart?” She lowered her elegant neck and kissed me passionately, gently probing my mouth. “Mmm, I’ll never get tired of that,” she assured me.

As my seed had taken root in Writing Desk’s womb, the once petite geek had swelled into the bountiful figure of an earth pony fertility goddess, the envy of her herdmates. Her small teats had swiftly become wobbly mommy milkers, with white liquid beads already visible on her thick and dangling nipples, proof that I would soon have work to do. I couldn’t even remember the last meal that hadn’t been accompanied by a titful of rich, warm milk, suckled direct from an eagerly presented funbag. When it came to breast feeding, the mares of Equestria seemed to expect the foal to take one nipple, and hubby the other!

“Mmmff...” I moaned, pouring all the passion I could muster into Writing Desk’s kiss. I was so grateful for her help. There was no way this could work without her planning ability, Cheerilee’s intelligence, or Cream Heart’s firsthoof experience. The three of them truly ran the herd: I only provided emotional assurance and sexual pleasure.

Writing Desk opened her large notebook and flipped some pages. “Let’s fit your ceremony into the herd schedule,” she promised the spa twins. “I can have you two married to Jordan as soon as Friday, if you’re willing to share a wedding with Carrot Top.”

“As long as we get our own honeymoon!” Lotus cheered.

“Welcome to the herd, girls! I’ll have Derpy deliver the invitations to your family.” Writing Desk looked down upon me, smiling widely. “Great job, honey. Two more beautiful wives, and you weren’t even trying.” She turned to her notebook again. “Let’s see, what’s up next for my stud of a husband?”

“C-can I rest for a while?” I begged my hugely stacked herd administrator. I was so tired from a day of raunchy sex that I could hardly think. I drew the petite bodies of the spa twins close to my own, trying to draw warmth from their excited wriggling into my own half dead body. “Please, I just want to take a nap...”

“You’re always so sweet, Jordan. I can allow ten minutes for cuddling with the new girls, but then you’ll need to shower and head home. Button Mash and Dinky have a big math test coming up, and they need you to help them study.”

“Of course,” I agreed. Math was never my best subject, but my stepfoals needed help, and I knew all my wives were closely watching to see what sort of father I would be to their children. “Who’s my date tonight?”

“Nurse Snowheart is getting lucky tonight. She’s having her mane done right now, and I’ve reserved you a table at Château Cheval and a private suite at the Mareiott. She’s feeling a bit down about her pregnancy weight, so focus on complimenting her looks. Enjoy the extra padding, but don’t call it out. Oh, and both the mayor and Amethyst Star called.”

“You know I can’t play favourites. Tell them I’ll breed them both, after the election.”

“I’d love to.” Writing Desk kissed me again, bringing forth whimpers of jealousy and need from the spa twins. “Running your herd is so much more rewarding than playing second fiddle to that old nag,” she assured. “All those times when we were snowballing some politician’s sperm, it felt like she wasn’t actually into me. Your kisses feel real, Jordan.”

“I love you, baby, so much...” I frantically pressed my mouth against Writing Desk’s, drawing tiny amounts of energy from the deep love and compassion I felt coming from her. I heard the squish of her pussy winking, and saw a small squirt of milk erupt from her teats to pool on the floor of the massage room.

“Oh, Jordan, you’re just the sweetest. In fact, I think my handsome guy deserves a quickie in the shower.” My herd administrator trotted past Aloe’s massage table and towards the twins’ private shower, wiggling her fattening plot and leaking teats with every hoofstep. “I’ll head in now, and get the water hot for you. I want to feel you balls deep in five minutes!”

“Th-thank you, baby, that sounds wonderful.” I held the spa twins tight and comforted them, cherishing the few quiet moments when no mare was insisting on my cock. The two beautiful earth ponies nibbled and kissed at my neck and face with a heat that simmered with desire. As I feared, the romantic mood swiftly became erotic, as it always did, inevitably.

“Jordan, to be in a herd with my sister... tis a dream come true!”

“We will not disappoint you, my love.”

“We are well trained in zee ancient arts.”

“We will deny you nothing.”

“Even if you ordered us to pleasure your other wives...”

“Or each other...”

“We would obey at once!”

“And gladly!”

Lips puckered as the two sisters lowered their muzzles towards each other. “Please, let your new possessions show you zee depths of zeir depravity...”

Some men would call this Equestria a paradise. Others would surmise I’d been damned to some colourful hell, with my eternal punishment to be carried out with mare pussy instead of pitchforks and brimstone. All I knew was that as long as there were lonely and neglected mares, I would be there to hold them, protect them, pleasure them, sire their foals... and show every one of them the love they deserved.

THE END

Author's Note

I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one’s burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well... The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

— Albert Camus