Hero Worship

by Pillowfight

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Narcotics, Stellar Flare, Mrs. Cake, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Spa Ponies, Porn, Nurse Snowheart, Sex, Fetish, Flower Ponies, Profanity
Length: 29859

Jordan saved the Cake twins from a manticore, and paid a terrible price for his bravery. Now the injured human is about to learn just how well the mares of Ponyville treat their fallen heroes...

Jordan saved the Cake twins from a manticore, and paid a terrible price for his bravery. Now confined to a hospital bed, the injured human is about to learn just how well the mares of Ponyville treat their fallen heroes... and he may never recover.

This tale is shameless harem building clop fuel, created to give some love to a lot of minor characters. Our hero is sweet, helpless, and utterly unable to resist the gently dominant mares who praise and pleasure him. You can expect playful teasing, gaslighting, very light dubcon, lots of oral, a finale full of breeding, and just a wee bit of implied M/M and incest. There is discussion of past trauma (including an amputated limb,) but no onscreen violence or gore. All characters are adults.

Many thanks to Mancin and an anonymous friend for previewing this story and giving feedback!

Edit: Featured on May 1, 2023! Thanks to everyone who’s reading and enjoying the story!

Published 2023-04-30 17:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-05-25 21:32:30 UTC

Prognosis: Horny

“Go into town! Get help! I’ll distract it!”

“But, the mushrooms!”

“Forget the Goddamn mushrooms, kids!”

“Ooh, you said a bad word!”

“RUN!”

From a great distance a voice came to me. “You’re OK, Jordan. You’re going to be fine.”

“I can’t move!” I called out. “I can’t feel anything!”

“Just relax, and try to open your eyes.”

It felt like lifting a garage door with my bare hands, but I was finally able to open my eyes to tiny slits. I was lying in a hospital room, with Nurse Redheart looking down at me. I recognized the beautiful earth pony from the rather embarrassing physical she’d administered after I’d arrived in Equestria. Worry and relief were found together in her lovely features.

“What do you remember, Jordan?” she asked me.

“The forest...” I croaked as my memories began to return. “It came out of the forest...”

It had all started with Sugarcube Corner’s latest culinary invention, the mushroom muffin. As the famous bakery’s barista and assistant chef, not to mention the Cake family’s backup foalsitter, I’d taken young Pound and Pumpkin Cake to gather wild mushrooms on the edge of the Everfree Forest. The area was supposed to be safe, but just as we finished filling our baskets a manticore had suddenly ran out of the forest towards us, as if being chased by something even more terrifying.

“We were collecting mushrooms,” I recalled, “and a manticore— oh, God, a-are the twins OK?” I breathed hard, dreading the answer.

“Yes, Pound and Pumpkin are fine.” Nurse Redheart put her hoof on my chest. I could see her touch me, but I felt nothing but the pounding in my chest and my sense of relief. “You distracted the manticore long enough that they could get help.”

“Thank you, thank you,” I weeped. “I can’t imagine what I’d do if anything happened to them...”

“But, Jordan, I also have bad news. The manticore stung you several times in your left arm. I’m afraid we had to amputate to stop the poison from spreading.”

A cold weight sank like a block of ice into my soul. “Huh? My arm?”

“You’re going to be largely paralyzed for a few days, but you’ll be fine.”

“Please, nurse, i-it can’t be true!” I couldn’t turn my head, but I knew she was telling the truth. My right arm was numb, but my left was simply gone.... forever! “My arm? My arm!”

“I’m so sorry, Jordan.” I saw tears shimmer in Nurse Redheart’s eyes. “We did everything we could. The amputation saved your life. Everypony in Ponyville is grateful for what you did.”

I closed my eyes again and sobbed, willing all of this to be a bad dream. Why did these things keep happening to me? I’d already been caught up in a freak magical accident that left me stranded in a land of talking horses. I couldn’t imagine a life with only one arm. “How will I write? How will I, erm... take care of myself?”

“There’s a team of humanologists in Canterlot working on a prosthetic arm for you as we speak,” Nurse Redheart assured me. I slowly opened my eyes again to see her hoof slowly moving down my chest. “They’ll use changeling magic to bind it to your body, and make you better than new. In a few weeks, you’ll forget you weren’t born with it. As for the other thing... something tells me you’ll never need to ‘take care of yourself’ ever again.”

I screamed in utmost terror. “You cut off my dick, too?”

Redheart just smiled gently. “Your dick should work fine. In fact, I’d love to test it out right now.” The hoof down below stopped moving, and the beautiful nurse leaned forward to whisper in my ear:

“There is nothing I find more arousing than a stallion who risks his life to protect innocent foals. And I know I’m not the only one.”

“N-nurse, what are you doi—mmmff?!” Nurse Redheart’s lips crushed against mine, her eyes closed. Her tongue pressed into my mouth, exploring, tasting... and then it was all taken away from me. She pulled away, her lipstick smudged, and she gave a deep, moaning sigh.

“N-Nurse Redheart!” My heart and my mind were racing with strange feelings. I hadn’t felt like this since high school and my first kiss with the girl in my English class... what was her name again? I couldn’t remember anything about her, or Earth, or humanity. Nothing made sense except the sight of the beautiful mare before me.

“Jordan, please, allow me.” I saw that sexy white nurse cap move downwards as Redheart left a trail of lipstick kisses down my neck. “But I-I’ve never been with a pony before...” I protested.

“Then let me be your first.” I heard Redheart’s kisses without feeling them as they went down my torso. I felt a warmness, a slow unthawing at my crotch. My cock erected up into my sight, pushing away a paper covering as thin as tissue. A tear of relief rolled down my paralyzed cheek as Nurse Redheart’s panting lips approached my manhood with loud, wet smacks. At least my faithful companion had survived the manticore attack.

But nopony had ever seen me naked before, even Redheart. I’d covered my shame with a towel during that first physical. The nurse meant well, but she’d surely be disgusted at my shape, so different from a stallion’s. Finally her tender lips reached my erection and paused... and there was hunger in her smile.

“I’m sorry, nurse, I know it must be...”

“It’s amazing,” Redheart whispered. “Any patient deserves the best of care, but a stallionhood like this ought to be worshipped. So huge...” She stuck out her tongue and licked my head, dampening it with a drop of saliva. “So tasty...”

“I’m hallucinating! This can’t be happening!”

“Get used to it, Jordan. Your secret’s out. You’re one male in a million. This is going to be happening a lot.”

“Nurse, please!” Nurse Redheart must have heard the panic in my voice, because her descent slowed and her kisses ceased. “Patient is resisting,” she said, as if to an unseen voyeur. “Checking for affirmative consent.”

“Wha—wha?”

Redheart looked up at me kindly. “I know this is stressful, Jordan, but bear with me for one minute. If you really want me to leave your cock alone, all you have to do is say so.”

I gulped. “Please l-... please... Nurse Redheart, please!”

“I thought so. Now, say ‘Nurse Redheart, suck my cock.’ Take command, and order me to blow you, loud and clear.”

“Please, Nurse Redheart, suck my cock!” The words fled from my mouth, heedless of who else might be hearing them. From the depths of despair I’d been thrown into the corniest of porn fantasies, and I couldn’t resist the forbidden temptation I was being offered. “Please, I’m begging you!”

“Oh, it will be my pleasure.” Nurse Redheart lowered her head, never breaking eye contact. Her horsey lips wrapped around me and her mouth tugged insistently at my crown, her breathing coming in equine snorts and pants. “Mmm...” Her plentiful drool slid down my shaft as her nostrils widened, taking in my scent. She seemed utterly entranced by my cock, in a way human girls never had.

“Fuck... nurse... you feel so good!” Since arriving in Equestria I hadn’t had any companionship except my own now amputated hand. Males were a rare commodity here, but I’d never participated in the dating scene. Instead I’d looked longingly at happy couples like the Cakes, too shy to try my luck, too embarrassed to put my dick in a horse.

What an idiot! I could have been feeling this the whole time! On Earth I’d been just an average guy. Here, I was an exotic, desirable alien!

“This is simply superb, Jordan.” Nurse Redheart eyed my slippery erection like a masterpiece of her own making, licking it from base to tip. “It’s such a shame that you’ve been hiding it from me... from every mare in Ponyville. Perhaps you were trying to protect us. You knew that once we had a taste, we wouldn’t be able to stop.”

Redheart took a deep breath and bobbed her head down onto my shaft. She gagged once, solely as if to flatter my size, and then swallowed me to the root. I felt my head slipping in and out of the bend of her neck, popping in and out of her throat, each squeeze and convulsion a symphony of oral masturbation as she worked her deep, deep throat on my straining prick.

“Nurse, I’m going to cum! I’m sorry, but it’s been so long!”

“Jfft let it out.” Nurse Redheart’s voice was muffled as she tried to remove my cock from out of her mouth, but she couldn’t resist sucking and licking at the head, despite my warning. A final slide of her wet tongue up my shaft pushed me over the edge into a massive and long awaited climax.

It was the kind of orgasm that would have set my thighs shaking and my toes curling, but today the only muscles that could move were the ones devoted to pumping my cum. My lungs shuddered as I gasped and tried to keep breathing. It felt like all the cum I’d wasted over my months in Equestria was coursing through my cock. So much sperm, no longer lost into tissues, flushed down toilets or shamefully washed from my soiled hands, but brought to a woman... to a mare who could appreciate it.

Nurse Redheart appreciated it indeed. She gulped thirstily, and sputtered, until finally the stream became too much for her and my gleaming seed spewed from her mouth and soaked the fur around her muzzle. She panted with flustered desire and buried her snout at the base of my cock, sniffing the sweat of my exertions as she licked her lips.

“To think that little Redheart was the first in Equestria to taste your hero’s seed...” Stars sparkled in the mare’s eyes as she looked lovingly up at my slowly softening pillar. “Gosh, I love being a nurse!”

“Can I return the favour?” I asked. “Can I at least give you a lick?” I wiggled my tongue as best I could. I hadn’t tasted pussy since Earth. Redheart’s scent was strong and it had my mouth watering.

“Naughty, naughty,” Redheart chided me as she wiped her muzzle and licked the last few strands of cum from her hoof. “I’m a professional, on duty.”

“But you just—”

A gentle chime sounded throughout the hospital. “Oh, look at that! It’s 5 p.m. I’m off duty~”

With a motorized hum, my bed lowered and Nurse Redheart climbed atop me. She backed her full, rounded plot towards my face, her tail flagging to show me the female treasure between her back thighs. At once I knew how Nurse Redheart had felt when she first saw my cock. Her marehood was strange and bizarrely shaped... yet undeniably desirable. As I watched, those lips parted gently, her clit winked out, and a slow trickle of arousal dribbled onto my chin.

I wanted to taste it! It was so close! I could smell the thick, sweet musk pouring off of Redheart’s flanks like fog on the ocean. I could hear her squishing winks and the fleshy sounds as she raised her hoof to press against her clit. That tempting pussy sat right in front of me... but I couldn’t reach it! I couldn’t move! Those large, firm teats were pressing into my chest, but I couldn’t even feel them! All I could do was watch, as surely as if the real live mare masturbating before me was nothing but a dirty film reel passed secretly from one stallion to another.

“P-please, Nurse Redheart, let me lick you!” A simple request had gotten me the blowjob, so perhaps I thought I could bend the mare to my will again. I tried to make my voice sound commanding, but I heard my words come out as a pitiful whine.

“No, Jordan, it’s not safe. You’re paralyzed.” Redheart’s hoof never stopped working her clit as she admonished me. “If I rode your face the way I long to, you wouldn’t be able to tell me when you needed air. No, you just relax and enjoy the show.”

I tried... honestly, I tried. Redheart’s hoof was a blur, and her sweet grunts and groans filled the air, drowning out the beeping of machinery and the droning of the hospital announcements. But I couldn’t help longing for the taste I was being denied. I was hardly Earth’s greatest lover, but I lived for the feeling of sensitive flesh quivering under my lips as I warmed a woman up or gently cooled her down. I knew I could please a mare in this magical new world... if only Redheart would give me the chance!

“Ohhh! Oh, Jordan... the hero of Ponyville... this precious moment when nopony else knows how delightfully submissive you are, and I have you all... to... MYSELF!”

Nurse Redheart cried out with pleasure and squirted thick sheets of marecum across my face. I helplessly accepted her sweet and fragrant cream as it splattered all over me, filling my nose with that insistent scent that reminded me of nights of passion back on Earth. Soaked sheets, good night cuddles, and the smell of instant coffee the morning after....

This was what I wanted, I suddenly realized. I was tired of feeling sorry for myself! Equestria was my home for the rest of my life, so why shouldn’t I find a beautiful woman, and make love to her every night, in a bed that we shared? So what if the woman had more legs than I did?

Nurse Redheart turned around with a satisfied smile. She kissed me on the cheek and licked her cream delicately off my lips. “Just a bit of motivation to help you get well,” she told me. “Don’t feel bad, you’ll be giving me plenty of screaming orgasms once you’ve recovered.”

I couldn’t let the moment pass by. “Nurse, you’re so lovely... could we go on a date when I’m feeling better? Not just sex, but maybe more?”

“Tch.” Nurse Redheart frowned and shook her head with disapproval. “A patient shouldn’t fall in love with his nurse, Jordan, and a hero mustn’t fall in love with the first mare to worship his cock. It’s not fair to the others.”

“Th-the others?”

The nurse patted me on my numb shoulder. “I need to go home now. I have an appointment with a suddenly inadequate dildo. You’re in good hooves, though — Nurse Snowheart will be taking care of you overnight. Why, here she is now!”

A second earth pony nurse entered my room: a lemon yellow bombshell who was, somehow, even more beautiful than Redheart. She looked at her colleague’s cumsoaked face, then at my cumsoaked face, then she snorted with disgust. “You just can’t keep your hooves off the patients, can you, Red?” she grumbled.

“As if you’ll fare any better.” The other nurse smirked and reached up a piece of gauze to dab at a small lipstick stain on the corner of Snowheart’s glossy, bright blue lips. “Nice lipstick, Snowheart. You’re not one to wear makeup on duty, are you? I wonder what’s different about tonight...”

Snowheart gave a whinnying harrumph. “No reason! A mare likes to look her best, you know. After all, he is a hero.”

“Right... we’ll just see if there’s any left on your mouth by tomorrow morning. Good night, Jordan.” As Redheart left she flicked up her tail, gifting me one more glimpse at her heavenly slit. “Pleasant dreams~”

Devil's food cake

In the swirling clouds of the dream world, I found that I could stand and move about. I walked through misty realms, looking for whatever dream or nightmare was my destiny this night. In my dream my left arm was intact once more, but I couldn’t move so much as a finger on it, and the appendage seemed to be slowly fading away even as I watched.

I found myself in Sugarcube Corner, the place I’d spent so much time working, but the colours and the sounds were muffled, and all perspectives seemed distorted. I heard somepony call my name, as if from very far away. I looked up and saw Mrs. Cake polishing a large machine she’d installed on the counter next to the cash register.

“Mrs. Cake, did you call for me?”

The mature earth pony mare smiled. “Jordan, thank goodness you’re here. We’re going to be changing up your duties here at Sugarcube Corner.”

“I hope you’re not unhappy with my work.” I had to admit I was disappointed. I was enjoying learning from my skilled boss, and even looking forward to starting my own bakery one day.

“It’s just that we have to keep up with the times.” Mrs. Cake patted the metal machine. “You see, it’s the latest craze from Manehattan — using a stallion’s precum in coffee instead of milk.” A shiver ran down my spine: there was something predatory in my boss’ normally maternal features. “They say it’s great for glossy, healthy fur!”

“Really? I’ve never heard of that...”

“The Buckstars across the street just installed their machine, but we’ve got them beat. Thanks to you, we can offer an endless supply of exotic human precum!”

“Does it have to be me?” I questioned nervously, looking at the shiny machine with its heavy duty engines and metres of silicone tubing. “W-why can’t Mr. Cake do it?”

Mrs. Cake giggled ominously. “You’re so silly, Jordan. My husband’s dick actually gets used! Several times a day, in fact. You haven’t got a special somepony, so surrendering the use of your penis shouldn’t pose any problem. Now, step forward, please.”

I reluctantly took my place behind the counter and my cock was suddenly sucked into a soft and squishy tube. I felt a tugging, almost vicious suction that swiftly brought me to full mast. A steady stream of precum began to drip from the machine, splattering into a paper cup with a photo of my smiling face taped to it.

“It really works!” Mrs. Cake smiled with satisfaction. “Flim and Flam came through, for once...”

I grunted with a mix of pleasure and pain. “Mrs. Cake, I’m not sure about this, it kind of hurts...” I struggled against the suction, trying to free myself without harming poor Jordan Junior.

“Oh, stallion up. Just think of how much this will help your tips! Mares like to know who made the precum they’re putting in their coffee. They’ll be happy knowing a handsome guy like you is putting their needs before his own pleasure.”

“B-but what if I actually cum? In front of a customer, I mean?”

“You’re not going to cum.” I felt a sudden, painful tug on my balls, driving all thoughts of orgasm away. “The machine will make sure of that. In fact, as long as you work here, you’re never going to cum again. We only need your pre... lots and lots of pre...”

“Mrs. Cake, please! Why are you being so mean? Stop the machine!”

Mrs. Cake chuckled and turned a dial, increasing the suction on my meat to an unbearable degree. “It’s just business, Jordan. It’s simple capitalism.”

“Please, it hurts! It’s so sensitive!” I watched unbelievably copious streams of my precum dribble into the cup in front of me even as my balls were ruthlessly squeezed and mangled, preventing even the merest thought of orgasm. “Turn it back down!”

“This isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about customer satisfaction, and that means endless denial. Now, fill that cup for me. It’s almost time for my coffee, and I like a lot of ‘milk.’”

“Mrs. Cake, please... please... just let me cum once a day! Once a week!”

“Fill the cup, Jordan. Fill it to the top, and I’ll give you a five minute break. Now, what do you say to customers? I want to hear it.”

“Th-thank you for choosing Sugarcube Corner,” I wept, the tears in my eyes finally obscuring Mrs. Cake’s cruel expression. “Help yourself to some complementary pre, milked fresh from my cock. I’m not allowed to cum, so please, enjoy it! Your smile is my only reward!”

Panting hard, I suddenly woke up in my hospital room. The charities of the dream world had vanished: once again, I couldn’t move and I felt the lack of my left arm. I felt clammy and sweaty all over, but my crotch was a veritable swamp of funk from my horny nightmare. I had to admit this wasn’t the first mommy-domme dream I’d had about the voluptuous mare I called my boss, but it was the most vivid, and the harshest by far.

I felt a painful throbbing in my crotch and looked down with worry at Jordan Junior, only to find my pride and joy rigid and dripping with fresh spit. Thick rings of dark blue lipstick covered my cock, not to mention the many kiss prints on my heavy and tight balls. My veins bulged out painfully, without any relief in sight. It seemed the relentless sucking and teasing from my dream hadn’t been a dream after all.

Nurse Snowheart stood near my bed reading my chart, her bare lips pursed into a frown. I cleared my throat. “Please, nurse, could you...”

Snowheart looked up from my chart with an expression of aggravation. “Yes?”

“Erm, my... it hurts.”

The gorgeous earth pony nurse sighed with deep annoyance. “What hurts, Jordan? Manticore venom is an anesthetic. Nothing should be hurting.”

I took a deep breath. “M-my erection, nurse. It’s been... you’ve been... and now it hurts!”

Snowheart looked closely at my leaking cock, counting the dark blue lipstick rings. She took out her compact and reapplied the same shade of lipstick to her lips. She looked at me with lidded eyes. “You’re not suggesting that I had anything to do with this!” she snorted.

“N-no, of course not,” I quailed.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to drop everything and suck your dick, just because I’m a beautiful nurse in a sexy uniform.”

“When you put it like that...”

“Is that what nurses are on Earth?” Snowheart snapped. “Walking fleshlights who slobber over their patients’ dongs at the touch of a button?”

“Not usually,” I admitted.

“You’re not the only patient in this hospital, you know. I can’t be deepthroating you all hours of the night. Ruining my gag reflex on your disgustingly huge pole, working my soft, velvety tongue all round your straining hardon until morning, just so that slut Redheart can claim your semen.”

I whimpered as the nurse’s filthy talk made my cock swell painfully. “Something quick is fine, I know you’re busy...” I protested.

“I’ve never heard such nonsense. Control your erection, please. Think of something calming, like big pony butts.”

“Butts?” My cock lurched as erotic memories filled my mind from this society of bottom heavy nudists.

“Not normal, well formed plots like mine.” Nurse Snowheart turned and lifted her tail above her firm butt, flashing me her glistening pussy and her pouting asshole. “I’m talking about huge doughy cakes. Vast jiggly dumptrucks, so large and disproportionate they aren’t sexy anymore.” She slowly backed her ass closer to my face. “Disgustingly fleshy bumcheeks twerking right in your face, blasting you with sweat and musk with every clap.”

I whimpered and huge gushes of precum squeezed out my cockhead, running down my shaft and pooling in my churning ball sack. Nurse Snowheart looked sympathetically at the drooling mess.

“Oh dear, I’m just making it worse, aren’t I?” she told me. “Well, try to get some sleep, you pervert.” With a final flick of her tail, Nurse Snowheart casually trotted out of my hospital room, leaving me to my agony.

Somehow I managed to fall asleep again, but when I did, the evil Mrs. Cake was there, smiling cruelly and beckoning me back into the milking machine. I soon woke up again, my erection even stiffer and more painful than before.

Now the hospital was quiet, the hallway lights were dimmed, and the lipstick rings were gone from my shaft. The streams and puddles of pre had been carefully cleaned off of my junk, and every popping vein of my cock glistened with fresh spit. I was one good suck from a brutal orgasm, but the muzzle that might deliver my relief was nowhere to be found.

I moaned helplessly. What was this torture? Was Nurse Snowheart’s plan to tease me all night, all to work me up for Redheart’s shift in the morning? Would Redheart even get me off once she returned, or was I doomed to weeks of edging, all in the name of “therapy?”

Suddenly Nurse Snowheart trotted back into my room, followed by none other than Mrs. Cake. I gasped to see in real life the mare who’d just been tormenting me, but this wasn’t the cruel domme of my dream, not at all. Her beaming smile was full and genuine, and I’d never seen her looking this pretty before.

I’d always secretly thought of Mrs. Cake as a MILF, but tonight she’d gone from a harried, flour covered businessmare to an outright knockout who could compete with mares half her age. Without the dowdy apron I always saw her wearing at Sugarcube Corner, her plentiful body spilled out in every direction. For the first time, I saw her lips painted with bright red lipstick, and her hair had been put up in a glamorous style that left ringlets dripping down to frame her chubby face. She’d added a necklace of pink pearls to complement the earrings she wore every day. The beautiful earth pony looked like she’d come right from a hot date with her husband... but where was Mr. Cake?

“Hello again, Jordan.” The nurse’s voice was cold and harsh. “Are you ready to apologize for how you spoke to me earlier this evening?”

“Yes, nurse...” I begged. “Anything! I’m sorry!”

The nurse nodded with satisfaction and softened slightly. “All right, then. Even a hero can forget his manners, I guess. Visiting hours are technically over, but I couldn’t say no to the mare whose foals you saved.”

“I’m sorry for coming so late, Jordan,” Mrs. Cake told me. Her voice was sweet and gentle, as always. “I had to close out the bakery and put the twins to bed. It’s so much more work without you there to help.”

“I’m so glad to see you, Mrs. Cake!” I felt a surge of relief, finally convinced that there was no trace here of the evil mare from my dream. “I’d hug you, but... anyways, I hope you’re OK.”

“I’m doing fine, dear,” assured the matronly mare. “My foals are safe and sound in their beds, thanks to you. That’s all a mother can wish for.”

“I got him ready for you,” Nurse Snowheart told Mrs. Cake. “I’ll just give you two some privacy.” She slipped out of my hospital room and closed the door firmly behind her.

Mrs. Cake eyed my tormented cock. “Well, now, Jordan...” she smiled.

“I’m really sorry about this, Mrs. Cake.” I tried to hide my erection behind the tiny paper napkin Nurse Redheart had placed atop my crotch to make me decent, yet unable to move any other part of my body, I could only wave my dong in my boss’ face. “The nurses here... they’re very sexy, and not shy at all. You wouldn’t believe what Nurse Snowheart has been doing to me.”

“Oh, let me guess. Was she doing... this?”

“M-Mrs. Cake!” I cried out as the mature mare dipped her muzzle to the head of my cock, taking it into her mouth and wrapping it in her long, thick pony tongue. I couldn’t believe Ponyville’s most wholesome mother and wife was doing this to me—or that she even knew how!

“Mmm-mmm-mmm.” Mrs. Cake sighed with contentment and suckled at the tip of my prick, tasting me before bobbing her head and taking another inch into her muzzle. Her first full suck was heavenly... and then the second one arrived, even better.

“W-what are you doing?” I croaked out.

Mrs. Cake let my wet, throbbing cock drop from her mouth. “It’s called a blowjob, Jordan. I’m surprised you’ve never had one before. It’s the perfect way for a mare to show her appreciation, and there’s so much about you to appreciate.”

“I know what a blowjob is, Mrs. Cake!”

“Oh, then feel free to tell me how you like it. I can go faster or slower, but I think you’ll find that mommy knows best.”

“Mrs. Cake, it’s OK! You don’t need to do this!”

“But I want to.” I saw Mrs. Cake reach between her hind legs and begin to rub herself. “I want this so very badly. You saved my babies’ lives. You’ve sacrificed so much. I just want to do something nice for you.”

“Please, Mrs. Cake, think of your husband!”

“You’ve got me soaked, Jordan. My husband is going to have the time of his life when I get back home. But right now, I need you. I need this magnificent beast.” Mrs. Cake bit her lip and frowned unhappily. “I know you’d rather have a younger mare, not so heavy, without these spots and wrinkles.”

“N-no, Mrs. Cake, I think your curves are beautiful.” All I could think of was rushing to banish that frown. “I try not to stare, but...”

Mrs. Cake smiled behind a blush. “Stare as much as you like, please!” She giggled. “I’m married, not dead, and these wrinkles mean experience. I’ve been sucking off my honeybunch every single night for fifteen years.” She lowered her mouth to me once more. “This is the best blowjob you’re ever going to have.”

She wasn’t wrong. Mrs. Cake’s mouth was sheer heaven. My protests quickly became pleas for more, and before long I could issue nothing but the gentle moans of a young stallion pleasured by a mature and experienced mare. That tongue could do things my human girlfriends had never even thought of, easily pushing my cock into the perfect position within Mrs. Cake’s mouth for deep, saliva filled sucks that devastated my soul. Mrs. Cake began to bob her head as she messily sucked and slurped, taking me as deep as she dared.

No wonder Mr. Cake was so laid back! He got to enjoy this mouth every night... and then for round two, he sampled the treasure between Mrs. Cake’s hind legs. I’d glimpsed my boss’ marehood in secret moments as we both worked in the kitchen, and all I could think of was that the twins must have been delivered magically, because that tiny slit still looked virgin tight.

Mrs. Cake’s was the sort of high class horse vag I could only dream about... or was it? I’d been blown by three beautiful ladies in a matter of hours — what other depraved pleasures would the mares of Ponyville be offering me, now that they saw me as a fallen hero?

My boss’ tongue teased me, then as I responded it fiercely urged me onward. I could see exactly how well hung Mr. Cake was — the point on my cock beyond which his wife had never learned to swallow. Although she couldn’t deepthroat me the way the nurses had, yet every inch she could reach she left utterly pleased and pampered. Not a suck was wasted. Mrs. Cake took care of my once lonely member with the same quick and careful motions as the pie crusts she rolled out by the dozens each morning, and in about the same time. It wasn’t long at all before I erupted into her suckling mouth, feeding her everything that Nurse Snowheart had worked so hard to build in my nuts.

“Oh, fuck... oh, Mrs. Cake! It feels so good!” The frosting-maned earth pony moaned and eagerly devoured my spurts, sucking hungrily as if trying to pull more sperm directly out of my balls. Unlike Redheart, she didn’t spill a drop, and she never let up her suction until my shuddering dick finally stopped pulsing. Mrs. Cake smiled around my sensitive cock, then opened her mouth and showed me that she’d swallowed it all, just as she surely did for her beloved hubby every night. Mr. Cake was surely the most faithful husband in Equestria — he would have to be an utter moron to cheat on this!

If I’d been able to move I would have collapsed backwards into the bed, but my body stayed as stiff as a board... well, most of me did. My dick went limp with relief in seconds. After shooting two huge loads back to back I felt utterly drained, and ready for a good night’s sleep, unphased by any cruel dream that might await me.

And yet Mrs. Cake wasn’t quite done. She tenderly brushed her tongue against my tortured, depleted balls, licking off a few drips of spilled semen and leaving me completely clean and fresh. Then she gently replaced the napkin atop my exposed crotch with her mouth. “Did that feel nice, Jordan?”

“That was amazing...” I muttered sleepily. “Would you tuck me in, please?”

“Oh, of course, dear.” Mrs. Cake lifted the hospital blanket over my immobilized body and put a gentle hoof around my torso. I couldn’t feel a thing, but her smile warmed me. She leaned forward and almost kissed me, but then seemed to remember a promise she’d made and pulled up short. “You rest up and get better, OK?” she urged me cheerfully, patting my cheek. “I want you back in the bakery in two weeks, kneading dough with that new arm they’re building for you.”

“I’ll try,” I promised.

“When I get home, I’m going to tell Carrot all about this, and he’ll rut me like he did on our wedding night. If we get more foals out of this, we’ll name one after you. What do you think of ‘Jordan Almond?’”

“That’s a beautiful name, Mrs. Cake. Thank you.”

As she left, my boss turned in the doorway to face me. “Oh, and Jordan?”

“Yes, Mrs. Cake?”

“If you think that’s the last blowjob you’re getting from ‘mommy,’ you’re very much mistaken.”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” I said, ecstatic far beyond hope.

“That’s right, Jordan...” cackled the dream Mrs. Cake. “Keep that precum flowing!” I grunted, even as the suction on my rod increased yet again and the milking machine kneaded my busted balls. “I just got a big order from Spoiled Rich’s garden club. After you fill that pitcher, then I’ve got five dozen donuts for you to glaze.”

“I know this is a dream, ma’am.” I groaned in pain, watching thick gushes of my own precum pour into the large milk pitcher set beneath the spout. “This feeling is just Nurse Snowheart getting aggressive on my junk again. I got sucked off by the real Mrs. Cake tonight, and she was a lot nicer than you.”

“Hrmmph,” my tormentor snorted. “How do you know that wasn’t the dream, and this is real?”

“Because that made sense!” I declared. “Kind of... there was a lot of porn logic... it made more sense than this! The real Mrs. Cake’s on her way home right now to get laid. Maybe you’d be in a better mood if you did the same.”

“Oh, really, Jordan?” Mrs. Cake reached out a hoof and turned off the milking machine. “Is that what you think of me? I’m not a businessmare doing her best to provide for her family, just a cranky old bitch who needs some cock?”

I sighed in relief as I pulled my erection out of the now silent torture device. “It couldn’t hurt to try. Go on, find Mr. Cake in this dream and have some fun.”

“I have a better idea.” Mrs. Cake leaned forward onto the counter and lifted her tail. “If this truly is a dream, then this isn’t cheating — and you should be able to go again, and again.”

I gulped nervously, but I knew to resist was useless. Outside the dream, Snowheart was still teasing me with her combination of pains and pleasures, and within it I had already proven totally obedient to my boss’ whims. I grasped my excited cock and willingly pressed it slowly into the earth pony’s tight, dripping pussy.

“Ah, yes, this will do nicely...” Mrs. Cake’s powerful wink caressed me softly as I buried myself into her, her clit stroking against my balls and driving gasps from both of us. Would a real mare feel like this, once I finally took one to bed? I had to hope... even in a dream, this was the best sex I’d ever had.

Putting my hands on Mrs. Cake’s hips, I slowly began to fuck the plush MILF in pony style, groping her magnificent mommy plot as I did. Her powerful inner muscles began to squeeze me, creating a sucking sensation that was suspiciously like a blowjob from Nurse Snowheart. It seemed that one way or the other, my boss’ evil twin was determined to milk me all night long...

De-flowered

I woke up with a loving mouth upon my cock, tenderly sucking and squeezing, a tongue gently lashing against my shaft, grunts and moans of feminine arousal transforming my usual morning wood into something much more special. My ego swelled as I reflected on how it felt to be desired by beautiful women... well, mares... who wanted nothing more than to satisfy me. If this was how Ponyville treated its heroes, then losing my arm was almost worth it!

I cracked open one eye and the pleasure ceased instantly. I saw nothing but my wet erection wobbling before me, unattended. Nurse Snowheart stood on the other side of the room, facing away and ignoring me. How in hell did she do that?

“N-nurse, please, just let me finish!” I begged. “I won’t say anything!”

Nurse Snowheart scoffed. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Jordan, I was just taking your blood pressure. You know, you’re truly pathetic — utterly starved for the touch of a female, you construct the most ludicrous fantasies for yourself. I ought to have you confined to the glory ho—I mean, the psychiatric ward.”

Before Snowheart could carry out any more threats, Nurse Redheart trotted in to my hospital room like an angel of mercy. The white furred mare seemed fresh and beautiful, her smile full of excitement, though she was a bit bleary in the eyes. She lifted a Sugarcube Corner cup to her red lipsticked lips and drank one last sip of coffee, smudging the cup with red before throwing it in the recycling bin.

“Mmm, delicious... it really is better than milk. How are we doing, Snowheart?” she chirped.

“I’m afraid the patient is delirious and delusional,” Snowheart gave her report. “He thinks I’ve been orally pleasing him all night, yet cruelly denying his release.”

“Ooh, that sounds fun!” the other nurse smiled teasingly. “And were you?”

Nurse Snowheart sniffed. “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about.”

“Any complaints about Jordan’s behaviour?”

“He was a bit rude to me at first, but he apologized. Nothing to report after that.” With her head held high, Snowheart trotted out of my room.

“I knew she’d like you,” Redheart told me with a smile. “You’re a good sport, Jordan. I brought you breakfast.” Thanks to her strange earth pony dexterity she balanced a plastic tray on one hoof, a glass of golden liquid standing atop it as she moved it towards me.

“Juice?”

“Pineapple juice to be exact, fortified with plenty of zinc and lecithin!” She set the tray on my immobilized chest and pushed a straw into my mouth. “Drink up!”

“Can I have some toast, instead?” I spoke awkwardly around the straw.

Nurse Redheart shook her head firmly. “You’re not ready for solid food yet.”

“C-Could I have anything besides pineapple juice?”

Redheart put a hoof to her lips as she thought. “We do have tomato juice, but Mrs. Cake told me you tasted a bit gamy last night, so I thought pineapple would be better. You don’t want to disappoint your fans, do you?”

“N-no...”

The beautiful nurse lit up my soul with the million watts of her beaming smile. “Good choice, Jordan. Here you go. Now we’ve each got something to suck on.” Redheart trotted to the foot of my bed and stroked her muzzle against the head of my dribbling prick. “Drink your juice like a good colt, and I’ll drain all your nasty old cum to make room for the good stuff.”

“Yes! Please! Finally!” I begged. It seemed like I’d been edged nonstop by Snowheart’s skilful mouth since Mrs. Cake had shown me mercy countless hours ago. I desperately sucked at the cum-sweetening juice through the straw, trying to prove that I was a good patient.

Nurse Redheart gently bobbed her head on my cock, stroking me with her tongue, mixing Snowheart’s spit with her own. She moaned sleepily as if returning to some beautiful dream. “Oh, Jordan...” she smiled up at me playfully and teasingly. “I couldn’t sleep last night, and it was all your fault.”

“I’m sorry...”

“My dildo wasn’t enough, so I made my usual booty call.” Redheart used the squishy frog of her hoof to stroke my balls as she ran her tongue around the rim of my glans. “Please understand, it’s just casual with him, nothing serious.”

“What you do at home isn’t really my business...” Hadn’t Redheart just turned me down for a date? So long as she saw fit to use that angel’s mouth on me, what did I care if she saw other guys?

“You don’t understand. I fucked him, all night long. I couldn’t get enough. I practically fucked him through the wall!”

“Y-yeah, I knew what you meant,” I whimpered as Redheart’s lips closed around my shaft and the hungry nurse took a long, thick pull, puffing on me like a satisfying cigar. “Good for you! Get that dick!”

Redheart reluctantly let my meat slide out of her mouth and looked up at me sadly. “But the whole time, Jordan, I was thinking about you. About this!” The nurse couldn’t cease kissing and slurping on my cock as she spoke. “It’s not fair to him, I know, but I couldn’t help it! It’s not just your size. It’s the shape, the heat, and the scent... stallions need to get in line, pony cock is only second best now!”

“OK, so, h-how about that date, nurse?”

“You’re not listening, Jordan. You’ve ruined me, and you need to take responsibility. Do you think you can take me out on one measly date and make everything better? No, I need—EEEP!”

Suddenly my “treatment” was interrupted as a trio of earth pony mares burst in to my hospital room, tugging large piles of flowers after them. “Good morning, Jordan!” all three called out in unison. I groaned as Nurse Redheart hurriedly lifted her mouth from my prick and covered my erection with that flimsy paper napkin, embarrassed by her own eagerness to go down on her patients.

“Er, hi, ladies... who are you?” I croaked.

“We’re the flower mares, silly!”

“Ponyville’s top florists!”

“Whether it’s bouquets for your wedding, or just a quick snack, you can count on us!” Each mare struck a “magical girl” pose and announced her flower themed name.

“Daisy!”

“Roseluck!”

“Lily Valley!”

“We’re here with gifts to cheer up Ponyville’s favourite hero!” With a spray of blossoms, the mares pranced around with great excitement, decorating my room with vases and bouquets. Flowers flew everywhere and a large garland of lilacs was tossed around my neck.

“Whoa, girls!” Nurse Redheart ducked out of the way of a potted violet, only to be hit in the snoot with a dozen daffodils. “I’ll just head out and give you some space.”

“B-but, nurse!” I called out. “You were going to... you know...”

“I’ll tend to you later, Jordan.” Redheart blew me a kiss. “That’s a promise. Drink your juice!” She quickly scooted past the vast piles of blooms that were filling my room and abandoned me, ignoring my weak protests.

Lily wiped drips of sweat from her forehead as she dropped one final bouquet that was larger than she was at the foot of my bed. “Golly, Jordan, you’re a hit!” She huffed and puffed. “Practically every mare in Ponyville sent you flowers!”

“And quite a few of the stallions!” Daisy added.

Roseluck patted me on the chest, nearly knocking over my glass of juice. “No need to worry — we’ll help you sort all this out and get started with your herd.”

“My h-h-herd?”

“Well, yeah!” Lily shouted. “Every guy would love to have a herd of his own!”

“The problem is, most stallions only have enough love in their hearts to share with one lucky pony.”

“But a stallion who saves foals from horrible monsters? That’s the sort of guy whose heart is full of love!”

“A guy who can keep three mares happy at once!” Daisy cheered happily.

“Or more!” Lily added.

“But at least three!” All three mares nodded wisely. “You gotta have three!”

“Ladies, I think there’s a misunderstanding,” I protested. “You see, humans don’t really have herds. In fact, on Earth, it’s usually illegal.”

“Oh, no!” Roseluck nodded sympathetically. “I bet things were really tough for you, having to break all those human mares’ hearts! Thank goodness you’re in Equestria now, and you can build the herd you deserve!”

“But... but I wasn’t...”

Daisy batted her eyelashes at me flirtingly. “Do you know about the language of flowers, Jordan?” she asked in a husky, breathless voice.

“No...” I admitted.

“It’s fascinating, really!” Roseluck interrupted her friend with enthusiasm. “Every sort of flower sends a different message of love or friendship, and I think you’re going to love what today’s flowers have to say. Lily, what do we have for Jordan?”

Lily held a bunch of purple flowers to my nose. “Here’s a lovely bunch of petunias from Ms. Hooves, the postmistress.”

“Ooh!” Daisy winked at me naughtily. “Petunias mean ‘Let’s bang!’”

“And a vase full of tulips from Blossomforth!” The petunias were swiftly replaced with an arrangement of red tulips, just as beautiful and fragrant.

“Lucky you, Jordan! Tulips also mean ‘Let’s bang!’”

“In fact, pretty much every flower means ‘Let’s bang!’”

“We’ve got the best jobs in Ponyville,” Roseluck told me. “We’re always using flowers to hook ponies up so they can be happy with each other!”

Lily tossed bouquets around the hospital room as she explained. “A chrysanthemum means she’s looking for something casual...”

“A rose means she wants something more!” Roseluck added with a big smile.

“Geeze, there’s a lot of roses here...” Daisy muttered, looking over the dozens of bouquets.

“But a rose bud only means she’s into butt stuff!” Roseluck cautioned me. “You need to be careful, Jordan! Just imagine, you try to get all lovey dovey with some cutie, but she just wants a hard human cock up her pooper! Here, I’ll help you read the cards, and we’ll sort it all out together.”

Roseluck lifted a card from atop a huge bouquet of yellow zinnias. “This one’s from Minuette the dentist. She says ‘I herd you were single!’” Roseluck rolled her eyes and tossed the card away. “Oh, that’s original...”

“Whoa, Zecora sent you two dozen long-stems!” Daisy burst in, holding a card with elegant zebra calligraphy. “Roses are red, fuck me hard, cum in my pussy and give me a foal. Golly, that doesn’t even rhyme! She needs you bad, Jordan!”

Lily put a hoof to her chin. “Stripes are in this season... she’d be a fashionable mate, for sure!”

“There’s something about this guy...” Roseluck’s tail suddenly twitched and I glimpsed the glistening lips beneath. “Maybe we should be sending him flowers, too!”

“Oh, but we wouldn’t want to string him along,” Lily objected. “After all, we are Ponyville’s biggest size queens. I barely felt the last hero!”

“We don’t even know what a human dick looks like!” Daisy noted. “Just because he’s twice our size doesn’t mean he’s got a big cock!”

“Yeah, it’d be super rude to have to ditch a swell guy like Jordan, just because he’s not monstrously endowed!” Despite my efforts, as Lily spoke, my half chub firmed up again and slowly shifted away the flimsy paper napkin Nurse Redheart had placed atop it to preserve my modesty. “We should help him find mares who’ll be happy with a smaller... whoa, what’s that smell?” Lily sniffed the air with her large, sensitive pony nose.

“It smells like a stallion!” Roseluck squealed with excitement.

“I think I found where it’s coming from, girls.” Daisy pointed at the firmly erect cock sticking up from my bedsheets. All three tiny ponies stared and drooled at what, on Earth, was a dick that could be considered only a bit larger than average.

“Holy shit!” Lily burst out.

“This size queen just found her throne!”

“Forget flowers, he’s got a tree trunk!”

“He’s still a human,” Lily muttered. “It’s a little bit weird...”

“I know, but there’s just not enough stallions to go around!”

“And when we do find one, chances are he’s gay!”

“Oh, that’s super hot...” Lily’s hoof moved back to her crotch. “Two stallions kissing each other...”

“Yeah, but it takes both of them out of the dating pool!”

“I think we should go for it, girls.” Roseluck was talking about me like I wasn’t even there. “You know we’ve been looking for a guy who could please all three of us.”

“W-what? Me? All of you?”

The three flower ponies reluctantly looked away from my cock, up at my terrified face. “Hrm, he seems nervous.”

“Worried.”

“As if we weren’t offering to make all his dreams come true!”

“I bet he’s never even known the supreme pleasure of three mares at once!”

“I’ve barely had one mare at once,” I admitted. “My first time with a pony was yesterday.” And my second, and my third... “But I’d love to go on a date with any one of you, after I’m feeling better.”

“You can’t date one of the flower mares,” Roseluck snorted sarcastically.

“It’s not fair to the other two!”

“It’s all of us, or none!”

“And don’t even think of holding back, because we share everything.”

“Except shampoo!” Lily burst out.

Roseluck groaned. “Yeah, yeah, Lily has to have her fancy Prench shampoo all to herself, but as far as you’re concerned, Jordan, we share everything.”

“That makes us a great starter herd! No drama, no hurt feelings!”

“Yeah! You can’t marry every pretty mare who sends you roses.”

“That would be a hot mess disaster of a dumpster fire!”

“To build a happy herd, you’ve got to find mares who work as a team.”

“Mares who’ll be glad instead of jealous when they walk in on you screwing their BFF!”

Without even asking, Roseluck opened her drooling mouth and slipped her muzzle around my dick, sighing with pleasure as she took me down her tiny throat without a single hesitation. I was so desperate for release that I couldn’t protest or resist, I just grunted and strained at the expert treatment. Nurse Redheart had surely sucked plenty of dicks, and Mrs. Cake worshipped the same dick every night, but Roseluck was a true size queen, well versed in the oral needs of larger stallions... or average sized humans, it seemed. Her hoof reached elegantly to her crotch as she began to bob her head in full strokes upon my length, swiftly and easily.

“Take me, for example.” Daisy smiled tenderly at me as her friend gorged herself on my pole of pony pleasure. “Imagine I come home from the flower shop and I catch you and Rose on the couch, just like this.” She pretended to trot in through the hospital door and gasped at the sight. “Oh my gosh! Rose, from work? You just can’t resist my hung, handsome husband, can you?”

“Mmm-glgg,” Roseluck shrugged even as she went down on me to the root, squeezing her lips around the base of my shaft as she sucked me firmly.

Daisy uttered an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, well, I guess dinner is on hold until my stud is satisfied!” The green maned mare looked up at me as she moved her muzzle into my crotch, beneath her friend’s. “You see, Jordan?” she moaned happily as she began to gently kiss and lap. “A good herd wife doesn’t cry or yell — she just gets started on the balls.”

“And I bet you thought Nurse Snowheart was giving you those enemas just to be mean.” Lily somehow got underneath my hospital bed, between my legs and worked her muzzle up between my butt cheeks. “Dang, girls!” she called out, her voice muffled. “You’ve got to taste this human ponut! It’s like... a honut!”

Rose let my cock slip from her throat as I moaned wordlessly. “Let us tell you how it works with the notorious flower mares,” she offered. “You see, the triple blowjob’s just the free sample! Survive this, and we’ll know you’re marriage material!”

The other two mares freed me from their sloppy oral trap, only for all three to turn and shake their fuzzy flanks in my face. Daisy looked back at me and smiled. “On our wedding night, once we’re officially a herd, you’ll get our tight, winking pussies all to yourself! Earth ponies like us are built for breeding!”

“And once we’re pregnant, we’ll be serving up nasty butt sex til it’s time to make us mommies again!” Lily cheered.

“We’ll take care of everything,” Roseluck promised. “We own a successful business, so you won’t have to work anymore. You can concentrate on being a good husband and father.”

“We’ll even scout out new girls for the herd, if you want!”

“Or if we want...”

Daisy booped her sniffing nose against my stiff, straining cock. “Yeah, we’ll need to feed this thing a regular diet of fresh mare pussy!”

“We can’t have you getting bored...”

“And we love to watch!”

“Erm... but, ladies, I’m not sure if...”

Roseluck patted my cheek. “Aww, you’re worried about satisfying us. Are you wondering if this monster cock will still be able to ‘perform’ after years of constant orgies?”

I reluctantly tried to nod and all three mares squealed. “He’s so considerate!”

“Always looking out for our pleasure!”

“I feel like we’re in a herd already!”

“There’s one more flower you should know about, Jordan,” Roseluck said with a big smile.

“It’s a special bouquet, just from the three of us!”

“Yeah, just picture this.” Daisy and Lily gently sandwiched my helpless cock between the squishy frogs of their hooves, and began to stroke me without mercy. “Imagine you’re on a date with a sweet guy, but he’s having trouble getting it up after the fifth or sixth time.”

“Woe is me!” wailed Roseluck.

“The horror!” Lily fainted onto the floor of my hospital room.

“What’s a gal to do?” Daisy weeped.

“Stallion grass!” all three mares cried out happily.

“There’s no shame! Everypony needs help sometimes!”

“That’s why we line every one of our bouquets with stallion grass! It guarantees a happy, romantic night!”

“And the next morning!”

“And into the afternoon, sometimes...” Roseluck admitted.

Daisy held up a flowerpot that grew a tall bush with oily green leaves and a very suggestive shape. “Here, we’ll put this right next to you, on the bedside table, so you can get a good whiff.”

“Just the thing for our busy hero.” Lily wafted the scent of the stallion grass towards me with a hoof. The exotic scent quickly began to work on my mind, making my flesh strain like an overstuffed sausage, and the three mares swiftly diverted their attention to where it belonged: the human prick they wanted to make the centre of Ponyville’s newest herd.

“He needs relief.” Roseluck drooled.

“He deserves relief.” Daisy moaned.

“And we deserve to give it to him!” Lily cheered.

“Yay!”

Rose gripped my dick in her frog and pushed it towards Daisy’s hungry lips. “Daisy, what if you take the cock this time, and I’ll get his plot?”

Daisy smiled as if her friend had offered her a beautiful bloom. “Dawww, I’d love to, Rose.”

“Yum, that leaves the balls for me!” The three flower mares quickly went after my junk, working me in perfect harmony. With the scent of the stallion grass urging me along, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I erupted all over my hospital room. “L-ladies, I’m gonna... I’m gonna—”

“Gonna cum?” Lily teased.

“Gonna squirt on our faces?” Daisy added.

“Time to feed the ponies, big guy?”

“Make our tummies pregnant?”

Suddenly the door to my room clicked open and Nurse Redheart reentered. “Jordan, there’s somepony from the Ponyville Chronicle here to see you—girls, what in Tartarus are you doing? Get your muzzle out of his ass!”

Roseluck looked up from between my butt cheeks and licked her lips. “What’s wrong, nurse? I’m getting in deep, just like you taught us to!”

“He’s paralyzed down there! He won’t even feel that! No, you should double team the head, like this...” Nurse Redheart dipped her elegant neck and licked up the side of my shaft, twirling her tongue around my leaking glans and wetting Daisy’s lips with her own saliva.

“Yeah, guys love it when mares ‘accidentally’ make out during a blowjob!” Daisy slipped her tongue into Nurse Redheart’s mouth, and the two tender pony muscles wiggled gently against my throbbing cock. It was clear both mares had much experience using a carefully positioned penis as an excuse to kiss another girl, and I had to admit the sight was pushing me ever further towards the point of ultimate release...

“That’s right, now get that cumshot, girls!” Redheart cheered. She looked at me with a slight frown. “Jordan, finish your juice. I didn’t bring it all the way down here so you could ignore it.”

“Y-yes, nurse.” I meekly closed my lips around the straw as Redheart pushed it back in my mouth, and began to suck tiny sips of pineapple juice, all as the flower mares mouthed my privates and passionately kissed each other. Of course I’d fantasized about sitting back with a cold drink while beautiful women worshipped my body... but not quite like this!

For long, agonizing and pleasure filled minutes the flower mares sucked, licked, and deepthroated me, giggling and squealing, with Nurse Redheart offering helpful tips for pleasing and exploring my exotic shape. With three (and sometimes four) thick pony tongues fiercely lapping at the sensitive head of my cock, it wasn’t long before my first jet of sperm shot up, nearly to the ceiling.

I grunted and groaned, my body’s every effort once again devoted to releasing the built up pressure in that fleshy fountain. The flower mares ooohed and aaahed as if they were watching fireworks, my cum raining down into their faces and manes, eagerly accepting my seed on their faces as if I were claiming them as my property... although it felt more like they were claiming me.

Nurse Redheart looked down and smiled kindly at me as I fired off, using one hoof to firmly keep the straw pressed into my mouth. “You really are a model patient, Jordan,” she soothed with her version of dirty talk. “I wish my other stallions were half as sweet and compliant as you are...”

Finally my overstimulated dick tilted over and began to soften, drooling the last output of my climax down the shaft. Three sets of lips bumped suggestively into each other as the flower mares each reached for that last pulse of cum, tickling my sensitive cock with their tongues one last time.

“We hope you enjoyed the free sample!” Roseluck grinned at me most hungrily, batting long eyelashes that my sperm had plastered together. “Now, can we put you down for a lifetime of pleasure as the head of our herd?”

“The father of our foals?” Lily added.

“The stud who turns us into winking, dripping messes?” Daisy offered.

I nervously looked at the three eager mares, all three muzzles drizzling with my sperm. “C-can I think about it?”

“Sure you can, Jordan!”

“Take all the time you need!”

“We’ll be thinking about it, for sure!”

“All night long!”

“While we lick each others’ tender pussies...”

“...And wish on a star for a guy who can fill us with cream!”

The flower mares lifted their tails high and trotted out the door without taking a single motion to clean themselves off. “We’ll be back tomorrow morning!” Lily called back to me.

“Bright and early!”

“With more flowers and a brand new blowjob, just for you!”

“Toodleoo!”

I sighed with relief as the three aggressive mares finally left my room. Nurse Redheart took out my chart and checked the readings from the beeping machines that surrounded me. “Nurse, can you cover me up?” I asked. My saliva and cum smeared cock was limp and growing cold in the calm hospital air.

“I suppose we shouldn’t make that reporter jealous,” Redheart acknowledged. She quickly licked up the last remnants of my sperm, then gratefully pulled the napkin over my cock and smiled at the bouquets that covered every bit of my room. “Aren’t these lovely? I just hope you won’t overlook the roses I sent you! I had the girls include a few buds, just so you’d get the picture.” She looked at her competition and frowned slightly. “Maybe I should have them bring you another dozen tomorrow...”

“Actually, can you not let them in tomorrow? Please?”

“Hrm...” Redheart looked over my charts. “No, I don’t think so, Jordan.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“Your numbers are way up! You must be a natural masochist. Being playfully teased by beautiful mares is really good for you. Ooh, is that stallion grass?” Nurse Redheart sniffed the air, and then nudged the sinister plant on my bedside table closer to my nose. “I love that smell... so many nice memories.” The beautiful mare kissed me on the cheek, even as the scent of the stallion grass started to work on my crotch once more. “Now, be good for the reporter,” she promised, “and I’ll squirt in your face again tonight.”

“Th-thank you, nurse,” I whimpered. Nurse Redheart smiled and wrote a note in my file. “Yes, utterly helpless and endlessly teased... I think we’ve found the key to your recovery, Jordan!”

Lip service

Once I finally finished my pineapple juice, Nurse Redheart took the tray away with a kiss and a smile, and showed in my next visitor: a stallion named Featherweight who was the editor, photographer and only reporter for this small town’s newspaper. The gangling pegasus carried a small notebook and held a pencil behind his ear, and I sighed with relief to see a fellow male. Finally, a visitor who wasn’t desperate to force himself on my cock... probably... hopefully...

Featherweight sat down on a large pile of gardenias and cleared his throat awkwardly. “First, Jordan, I want to make sure there are no hard feelings about the story I wrote when you moved to Ponyville last year.”

“You mean Huge Biped Menaces Equestria, Steals Pony Jobs?” I asked with a roll of my eyes.

“I was only doing my job, you understand,” Featherweight defended himself.

“I’m just glad the Cakes didn’t read that article...”

Featherweight held his pencil in one wing and began to take notes. “They’ll definitely be reading this one,” he assured. “According to the official reports, you took on a manticore, unarmed and alone. Aren’t you concerned that your heroic actions might set unrealistic expectations for other ponies?”

I thought back on the jumbled memories of the traumatic experience that had brought me here to the hospital. “I didn’t even think,” I recalled. “I just did what I had to do to protect the twins. Even though it cost me my arm, I’d do it again in a minute.”

Featherweight groaned. It seemed as if this wasn’t the answer he wanted. “A record number of Ponyville’s mares are interested in joining your herd.” He changed the subject. “Do you really think that’s fair to us single stallions?”

“I’m not going to start a herd,” I protested. “Who told them I was?”

“I’ll publish your denial,” Featherweight told me, “but it won’t matter much. If Ponyville’s mares want this badly enough — and they do — you’ll be heading a herd by the time you leave this hospital. Of course, I could help you a bit. I can always spread it around that you’re, let’s say, ‘not interested in mares.’”

“No, that’s not it at all,” I tried to explain. “I always imagined settling down with a girlfriend... I mean, a special somepony... but I only want one!”

“Did I hear that a hero is looking for a very special somepony?” came a loud, brash voice from the doorway.

“Oh!” Featherweight jumped with surprise at the sight of Mayor Mare, the statuesque leader of Ponyville’s political scene. “Hello, madam mayor... I was just leaving!”

“Stick around, Featherweight. I want pictures of this, and I want them to run on the front page.”

“Y-yes, ma’am, I’ll see what I can do.” The scrawny stallion and I both quivered before the imposing earth pony as she strutted towards my bed, her geeky assistant Writing Desk swiftly following behind her.

Mayor Mare was tall for a pony, and commanding, with a slim, powerful body that nonetheless screamed “MILF.” The seasoned politician’s swooping mane was a distinguished grey colour, with the merest hint of pink roots showing. Though her beauty and confidence had me thinking naughty thoughts, her face was stern and she seemed all business. Surely I wasn’t about to frolic with the leader of Ponyville’s government, while a reporter watched on. Being a hero only brought a guy so far, after all!

“What’s this all about, mayor?” I asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

The mayor ignored me and spoke to her assistant. “Fluff him.”

“Yes, mayor.”

“Wh-what?” I cried out.

“You were so brave, Jordan,” Writing Desk whispered in my ear. “Every mare in town wishes she was here right now.” She kissed me passionately. “Once you’re feeling better, I’ll guide you through the paperwork for starting a herd.”

“But, I didn’t—”

“Ssh. You’re outvoted, sweetie. Just enjoy it.” Writing Desk nuzzled her warm lips against my overused cock, which had finally gone limp as I processed the seemingly frigid confrontation with the mayor. Now I swiftly swelled again in her assistant’s mouth.

It was embarrassing how eager my dick was to play with the nerdish earth pony, to throb between her lips and feed her the fat load of cum that even now built within me. Yet my desire was nothing compared to hers. Deep moans of satisfaction spilled from Writing Desk’s lips as she hungrily worshipped my staff with sloppy slurps and glurks. Her glasses fogged up, her hooves quivered, her firm flank shook, and only her hard won professionalism kept her from rubbing herself as she sucked me to the stiffest stiffy of my life.

Mayor Mare frowned, all too aware that her assistant’s horny cocklust was threatening to upstage her. “That’s enough, Writing Desk,” she insisted. “If you make him pop, we’ll have to start all over.” She pushed the other mare away and stood beside my bedside, eyeing my suddenly abandoned prick. “Photos, Featherweight!” she insisted.

“Right away, mayor.” The pegasus reporter lifted an old fashioned camera to his wither and pointed it at the obscene scene. The mature mare straightened her ruffled tie and parted her lips at the verge of my cock’s throbbing head. “A Hero’s Reward,” she murmured softly and lovingly. “‘Just Doing My Job,’ Says Mayor.”

“Mayor, you don’t get to write the headlines...” Featherweight protested.

“Five minutes underneath my desk tonight says I do,” the mayor countered. Featherweight took a picture quick as a flash. The pop of his flashbulb captured the mayor’s look of reverence as she tenderly extended her large tongue to polish my head. “Oh, I do love honouring heroes... especially when they’re this well hung.”

“Oh, mayor! Thank you! It’s amazing!” I cried out, feeling the wet touch of an incredibly talented pony tongue on my most sensitive parts.

“No, thank you, Jordan.” The mayor covered my swelling, turgid prick with soft and tender kisses. “If more of Ponyville’s citizens were like you and showed initiative, we’d see fewer bugbear attacks and changeling invasions.” She lazily traced down my shaft with her lips, tapping me gently with her sizzling tongue. “Maybe I’d be able to spend less time applying for disaster relief, and more time serving my constituents.”

Featherweight’s camera flashed again and again as the mayor delved her mouth onto my prick, taking me into her warm wetness and sucking on my manhood with incredible power and skill. I knew that I would face dire consequences for this moment of pleasure. Tomorrow all of Ponyville would know exactly what the human “hero’s” cock looked like, and the drumbeat of mares insisting to join my herd would only grow louder.

“Can’t forget the balls,” the mayor mused after taking me all the way down to my base a few times. She lifted my sack gently in the soft frog of her hoof. “Oh, it’s utterly degrading for an intelligent, independent mare to be reduced to a stallion’s testicle warmer, but a hero deserves the best.” She waved at her assistant. “Get his balls, sweetheart.”

“I’d love to, mayor.” Writing Desk eagerly pushed her muzzle beneath the mayor’s and ran her tongue up one of my twitching orbs, then sucked it gently into her mouth, driving a whimper from my lips. “Mmm,” she moaned. “What a privilege, just to suck on them...” My other nut, not to be left out, swiftly received the same loving treatment. As much as she tried, though, she couldn’t fit both of my swollen testicles in her muzzle at once, so she simply moved back and forth, pampering one and then its brother.

The glamorous mayor and her mousy assistant skilfully brought me to the verge and kept me there for minutes on end, teasing, kissing, sucking and praising, with a gentle nip here and there when my swelling threatened to get out of control and put a premature end to the two mares’ fun. At last my silver haired domme bobbed her throat onto my shaft a few times, then pulled me out just as I started to grunt and swell. The dribble of my pre swiftly turned into a stream, my once denied orgasm now suddenly a foregone conclusion. The mayor gazed at me over the top of her glasses and extended her upper lip to a teasing pout of mock disapproval.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, Jordan, I haven’t got all day, so if you think you can handle it, I want the biggest load you’ve ever shot... ah, there we are!” That stern gaze put me over the top. I moaned pathetically and came without the mayor even touching my cock.

Despite my fourth orgasm in 24 hours, Nurse Snowheart’s night of edging had set my balls to working overtime. I sprayed forth a veritable fountain of thick, silver ropes, which the mayor calmly accepted across her face and glasses as the proof of her generosity. Writing Desk lightly nipped my sensitive nutflesh as I came, coaxing even more seed out of me to coat the haughty MILF who acted as though I was simply giving her her due.

The mayor smiled kindly as my eruption slowly faded down to stray spurts and dribbles. She whispered the headline she wanted to see. “A Sticky Reception: Mayor Ensures Patients at Ponyville General are Well Treated.” The dominant mare posed for another photo, her face covered in my seed as she lovingly kissed my finally softening cock.

Featherweight bit his lip with a look of pure jealousy, but his pride as a journalist made him do his best to get the story. “Mayor, any comment on how humans are different from stallions?”

“In all my years of public service, I’ve never serviced a cock as fine as Jordan’s,” the mayor told Featherweight. “You can quote me on that — in fact, you’d better.”

Featherweight hurriedly jotted in his notebook. “Mayor has never serviced a cock...”

Writing Desk carefully licked the sticky mess off of her boss’ muzzle and fed her my cum with slow, firm kisses. “No photos of this,” the mayor cautioned. “You may watch, though.”

Featherweight and I both stared at the sight, utterly entranced, saving up this scorching image to use in our spank banks later. Tongues touched wetly as the mayor and her assistant kissed primly, never breaking eye contact with us, gradually moving every string and strand of my cum into the older mare’s mouth. The mayor was used to using her sexuality to get whatever she wanted, and it was a simple matter to bend any male to her will by putting on a sexy show with her charming young assistant. This wasn’t genuine lesbian passion, not at all — yet its very fakeness only made it seem hotter.

Finally Writing Desk licked the last strand of my cum from the mayor’s glasses and slipped her tongue into the older mare’s mouth to have it cleaned off. Tidy and fresh once again, the mayor patted Featherweight on the wither. “I’ll expect an in-depth profile on my longtime friendship with Jordan in tomorrow’s edition,” she asserted arrogantly. “After all, my re-election campaign is coming up. Ponyville wants a mayor who can deepthroat every inch. Not like that upstart Amethyst Star.”

“B-But we’re about to run my big story about corruption in the Royal Guard!”

The mayor scoffed. “Writing Desk, it sounds like Featherweight needs a little ‘convincing’ to run this story on the front page. You can use the bed in my office.”

“Yes, mayor.” Writing Desk trotted confidently over to the scrawny pegasus and gently stroked his muzzle as he began to unsheath.

“Clean up after yourself,” Mayor Mare demanded, “and for pony’s sake, use protection! I need that womb of yours clear and ready.” She closed her eyes and visualized another headline: “Mayor and Assistant First to Bear Hero’s Foals. Yes, they’ll make me mayor for life after that...”

The pushy MILF gripped my limp cock firmly between the soft pads of her front hooves. “Now as for you,” she growled. “If Amethyst comes here and tries to upstage me with one of her publicity stunts, I want you to choke her into a coma. Destroy her throat. Ruin her makeup. Leave her a wrecked, gagging mess. Show her what happens to stupid fillies who think they can play with the big girls. And don’t you dare cum inside her, especially on camera.”

“Mayor, I... I can’t even move! I’m missing my arm! What do you want from me?”

The mayor lifted her eyes from my cock to my face. “I wasn’t talking to you,” she sniffed.

Those who can't, tease

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...”

My alchemical romance

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...

Herd mentality

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.

Yes, dear

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...

I now pronounce you...

“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

Bonus chapter: Jordan gets discharged

Author's Note

WhispersInTheDark wanted more of Nurse Snowheart, and he wasn’t the only one! In this bonus chapter, Jordan finally turns the tables on that gaslighting tease and gives her exactly what she deserves... lots and lots of love and affection!

Bonus chapter: Jordan gets discharged

“...stallion and mare. You may kiss the bride.”

At Mayor Mare’s words, I gripped Writing Desk’s mane and pressed my lips hungrily to hers. My short engagement to the plain earth pony had proven the utter rightness of our love. This brilliant, overlooked mare had quickly planned the construction of a group house for my brand new herd, a house that would be ready for us to inhabit as soon as we all returned from our honeymoon. Writing Desk had made all of the arrangements easily and with a smile, even while regularly visiting my room and taking her turn tending to her fiancé’s stiff cock, as I feasted on her slick and winking marehood. I’d never fallen so deeply for any human woman... yet far from the feeling being exclusive, I’d discovered that my love ran just as deep for the many other mares I’d welcomed into my herd.

Writing Desk moaned at my kiss and melted into my chest, holding me tight. As much as I longed to powerfully embrace the mayor’s former assistant, I took care to hold back, keeping my left arm at its lowest setting of power as I used it to gently stroke her mane. I was still learning how to use my bionic limb, and in the heat of passion I feared a loss of control. I didn’t want to start a marriage off with uncomfortable bruises or even a cracked rib. I wanted to leave this hospital as soon as I could, and take all of my wives with me for a honeymoon like no other. By this time tomorrow, we’d be frolicking on the sunny beaches of Prance!

“Oh, Jordan...” Writing Desk moaned breathlessly. “I’ve never felt this way before! No one’s shown me such passion, sweeping me away with a single kiss...”

“I’m standing right here...” complained Mayor Mare. Yet the couple she’d just wed were lost in the depths of love, as we tasted each other and pledged ourselves over and over with our mouths. Finally our familiar lips parted, and I gently cleaned the steam off Writing Desk’s glasses so that I could look into her beautiful eyes once again, all the while grinning like an idiot.

“Well, Jordan, that’s the last ceremony for now.” Mayor Mare wiped the tears away from her eyes. “Congratulations again on stealing Writing Desk away from my employment. Whatever will I do without her very valuable skills?”

I held the geeky earth pony to my chest with my fleshy arm, unable to resist the temptation to keep her close to me. “I’m sorry you feel that way, mayor, but true love can’t be denied.”

“It’s quite all right,” the mayor asserted. “I don’t feel like I’ve lost an assistant — I’ve gained a valuable political asset!”

I could practically sigh with relief. After a week of torment, things were finally looking up for me. A second prosthetic arm had swiftly been delivered from Canterlot, and a changeling surgeon had sewn it onto my left shoulder with skilful magic stitches. This morning, with one final blowjob, an utter scorcher that left me gushing rivers into her mouth, Nurse Redheart smacked her lips and declared that my body was completely free of the manticore venom. Finally, my ordeal was over. I still had months of physical therapy ahead, which surely wouldn’t be fun or sexy at all, but I’d survived everything the voracious mares of Ponyville had thrown at me. I was ready to move into my new home and begin my new life as a herd stud.

Yet before I could officially check out of the hospital that had nearly driven me to the grave, I’d had to indulge a wish from my new herd, a group of sweet and wonderful mares who wanted to hold their wedding ceremonies in the very room where I’d been so cruelly confined. For me, this place was full of terrifying memories, but for my wives it was the romantic spot where they’d first espied their true love.

Of course I couldn’t find it in my heart to deny anything my sweethearts wanted from me. (Seriously... have you been reading this story?) Now, after a veritable matrimonial marathon I was suddenly the husband of nine giddy ponies and an enthusiastically rhyming zebra. Yet something told me this was only the beginning of my herd. Once I left the relative safety of this hospital and ventured back into Equestria, I feared that wedding vows would become as familiar to my lips as small talk about the weather.

As my new bride headed out of my hospital room with a smile, practically trotting on air, Nurse Snowheart came in with her usual clipboard in one hoof. In her mouth she held a pencil that was already smeared with her ominous blue lipstick.

The beautiful, lemon coloured nurse scoffed at the rude protrusion of my erection. “How utterly disgusting, Jordan,” Snowheart griped. “Even during your own wedding, you just have it out there, standing tall and stiff... and oh so proud...” The pretty bluette slurped up a dangling strand of drool from her mouth and frowned sternly. “Won’t that thing ever go back down?”

“Hopefully it will, soon...” I rubbed the bandage on my fleshy arm, covering the spot where Zecora and Meadowbrook’s herbal virility potion had been pumped into me for the past week. Nurse Redheart had promised my sex drive would go back to normal within a few days... although between her and all the other mares I now had to satisfy, I suspected I’d soon be going right back to the stallion grass. “Can I have my clothes back?”

Nurse Snowheart sniffed haughtily. “Not until you’re discharged, Jordan, and I decide when you get discharged. First, we need to discuss your shameful recent behaviour.”

I hung my head with shame. “I’m really sorry that me and Derpy broke that bed, nurse.”

“Bed? You broke an operating table — during the operation! Derpy was going anal reverse cowpony on you while Dr. Carapace was sewing on your new arm!”

“What can I say?” I shrugged. “When that sweet voice calls, I have to answer.”

“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” Snowheart groaned. “You’re a disgrace to humankind! How dare you marry all these other mares, when you haven’t you even kissed me yet!”

“Wha?” I stammered, utterly taken aback by this 180° turn in the attitude of the seemingly frigid mare.

“What am I to you, Jordan?” Snowheart sniffled in the most heartwrenching way. “Just because I’m not a slut with a huge plot like Redheart, do you think I’m utterly without feelings? Do you know what it does to me, watching you capture hearts all over Ponyville, while ignoring the nurse who put everything she had into speeding your recovery?”

“Whoa, Nurse Snowheart.” I held up my hands, with the fingers on my bionic hand suddenly flexing backwards as an unprogrammed glitch struck them. “You’re a very pretty mare, but I’ve never thought of you that way. I guess you just didn’t seem interested.”

“Not interested? I gave you the best head of your life!”

I put my hand to my chin. “Hrm, that’s not what I remember.”

“Are you joking, Jordan? While you lay in that very bed, delirious from manticore venom, I worshipped your cock all night! I was your lifeline to sanity! Swallowing you for hours on end, keeping you right at the edge of ultimate pleasure, just to give you a f-fighting chance for survival!”

“That doesn’t seem right... didn’t you say you were just taking my blood pressure?”

“I personally clopped you off twice a day!”

“You said that was ‘therapeutic massage,’” I reminded the ever more frantic mare.

“I-I drank beakers full of your cum!”

“You were running tests, to check my venom levels!” I simply had to smirk as I threw every bit of Nurse Snowheart’s cruel gaslighting back in her face, to her utter dismay. “Yes, you’ve always been nothing but professional with me,” I added thoughtfully. “In fact, I’d say you’re the one mare in Ponyville who’s never showed any interest in my cock. You’re like a sister to me, Snowheart.”

“Stop being ridiculous, Jordan!” Nurse Snowheart protested. She turned and presented to me, flicking up her tail to reveal her swollen and glistening lips. “Would a sister do this? Why, I sat on your face for an hour, just this morning! That ‘cologne’ your brides couldn’t get enough of was me!”

“Really?” I asked innocently. “I don’t remember any of that. Maybe there’s something wrong with my memory. Why don’t I try this pussy of yours out, and see if it feels familiar?”

I picked up the tiny earth pony and dropped her onto her back on my finally empty hospital bed as she struggled and squirmed, the pencil dropping from her mouth and the clipboard from her hoof. Effortlessly palming Nurse Snowheart’s firm plot in my bionic left hand, I hiked up one hind leg with my more controllable right and slipped my cock into her slick, welcoming tightness.

“Oh, fuck, Jordan...” the nurse moaned as I filled her tiny horse box with a rigid length of human prick.

“Hrm...” I considered as I began to thrust deep into the silly mare, enjoying the heavenly sensations of her tight and welcoming cunny. “Nope, this pussy doesn’t ring a bell, Snowheart.”

“Ugh, so utterly crude... only a buffoon would forget such an exquisite, distinctive marehood!” Nurse Snowheart’s cute, banana yellow, button sized nipples quickly stiffened, and she moved her hooves to cover her teats as she felt Mayor Mare’s silent eyes and reddened cheeks rove over the lustful sight before her. “Just imagine the nerve,” Snowheart muttered. “This simpleton of a human using me, a certified nurse, as his personal dicksleeve!”

“D-disgraceful indeed...” the mayor agreed, her blush deepening and extending well down her elegant and supple neck. “To be made a rag for his cock sweat and a receptacle for his alien sperm... gosh, some girls have all the luck!”

Snowheart looked up at me, trying to keep her usual frown upon her face despite the pleasures I was bringing her. “I’ll—unf—suffer through this degradation, Jordan, if it jogs your memory and helps you recover. But you’d better pull out! I have no—oh, you’re huge—interest in becoming a single mother.”

“I completely understand,” I promised, looking into my tsundere lover’s eyes. “I’d never do that to you.” Then I looked upwards, at the earth pony who was slowly sneaking towards the door to my hospital room. “Mayor Mare?”

“Yes, Jordan?” The mayor stood still as if caught in a spotlight.

“Marry us.”

“R-right now?”

“You heard the nurse,” I grunted. “I couldn’t pull out of this tight little slit if I wanted to, and that means we have to be married by the time I cum inside.”

The mayor looked with discomfort around the hospital room. “Erm, Jordan, aren’t you skipping a few steps? Does Nurse Snowheart want to marry you?”

“Why ask me? Ask her, and hurry up! This pussy’s fine as hell! I can’t last much longer!” Snowheart’s cunt gripped me like a set of iron tongs hot from the forge, stroking my helpless prick towards a climax greater than any I’d felt. Even Spoiled Rich’s world class studmilker couldn’t compare to the bubbling hot spring I’d discovered beneath my newest lover’s cold exterior.

With every thrust deep into Nurse Snowheart’s body, I heard her breathing become softer and gentler. Her grumbling became quiet whimpers and moans, as the look of disgusted lust she was giving me shifted to become a gaze of love. It seemed to be the kind of annoyed love Snowheart might have felt for a misbehaving pet, but I could work with that. Our relationship had to start somewhere, after all.

“Very well,” the mayor griped. She cleared her throat and began a recitation I’d heard many times before that day. “Marriage is an tradition with a long history. Ever since the days of classical Equestria, stallion and mare... and mare... and stallion... have come together to pledge their love before their community, and begin the journey of life together. However, as a single mare myself, I find the idea of marriage quite overra—”

“Hurry, mayor!” I groaned. These speeches had gone on longer and longer as the day dragged on, with more and more mares joining my herd. As the pleasure of being inside Snowheart mounted in my body, my patience with the mayor’s babbling had finally come to an end.

“Oh, fine.” Mayor Mare rolled her eyes vigorously. “Do you, Jordan, take this mare to be your lawful wedded wife? To have and to hold, to love and to pleasure, to breed whenever she wants, to fit your straining erection into every offered hole and to always make her cum?”

These vows just didn’t sound like the ones I remembered from Earth. I mentally noted to ask Mr. Cake if he’d made such intimate promises when marrying his wife. Yet when I looked deep into Nurse Snowheart’s eyes, I knew in a moment that these vows fit the love I felt for her, and that nothing less would do. The seemingly aloof mare with the healing touch had been so devoted to my care, so determined to help me recover from my terrible trauma... or at least, replacing it with a much sexier trauma. After the experience we’d shared, our souls were connected, and our hearts were one... even if Snowheart would never admit it.

“I do,” I whispered, loud enough for only my sudden fiancée and the mayor to hear, even as a powerful thrust of my cock knocked the air right out of Snowheart’s lungs. Her scream of passion would have surely sent the hospital security guards galloping into my room, if just such screams hadn’t been heard coming from this room all week — sometimes from the guards themselves.

The mayor bit her lip, as our unconventional wedding aroused her to ever greater heights. “Nurse Snowheart, do you take this weird, irresistible human stud to be your lawful wedded husband? To have and to hold, to suck and to—”

“I do! I do! Oh, fuck, I do!”

“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you mare and stallion!” The mayor quickly ran out the door to my hospital room, her tail flagging and the lips beneath swollen and dribbling. “You may creampie the bride!” she called out as she fled.

Not a moment too soon! I hadn’t been wedded to Nurse Snowheart for even one second before my cockslit opened wide and spat a fat stream of semen directly into my new wife’s womb. I cried out, my balls tensed, and I buried my cock to the very root, sending the second launch of life-making liquid an even greater distance into Snowheart’s magical garden.

“How dare you, you beast!” Snowheart cried, pounding on my chest with her front hooves, even as her back hooves wrapped around my ass, holding me inside her. “I’m a happily married mare! My husband will—aaack!” Her cervix contracted tightly around the ridge of my glans, holding me in place even as her maregasm milked every drop out of me. Her muscle control was so fierce, that far from pulling out, I couldn’t even thrust anymore. All I could do was cum along with my bride.

Our lips met with a passionate, lipstick smearing kiss, and I moaned with purest happiness as my fondest wish finally came true. I’d always dreamed of making a child with my true love, but the scene had always been a romantic hotel suite with a tropical breeze wafting through the curtains, not a hospital room where I’d spent a week being constantly drained by dozens of talking horses. Yet in this moment, none of the circumstances mattered. I prayed only that my human seed would find room to grow in Snowheart’s lush and fertile womb, and that I would remember this precious moment as the first time I sired a foal that I was allowed to call my own.

As the throbbing of my cock diminished, the firm grasp of Nurse Snowheart’s pussy loosened. With one last tender kiss I raised my body up from hers, gasping for breath. “Well, Jordan, that was... almost satisfactory,” Snowheart admitted, “but I’m afraid I can’t discharge you just yet.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“You’ve caused a serious problem here at Ponyville General, and you have to address it before you can leave.” Snowheart rolled off of my hospital bed and dropped onto her quivering hooves. “Follow me,” she commanded, and swayed her hips with flagging tail as she left my room. Even after being thoroughly fucked, her cunt was so tight that not a drop of my sperm could leak out from her hungry grasp.

For the first time in a week, I crept out of my hospital room, and followed Redheart down the brightly lit hallways of Ponyville General, as naked as any pony and feeling quite exposed. I tried to use the nurse’s abandoned clipboard to hide my erection, but the flimsy plastic thing was far too small, and only made me look like I was boasting by comparison. Soon I abandoned the useless covering, and simply let the swollen head of my prick jut out before me, as if I were being led by an invisible leash that connected my cock and Snowheart’s unmatched cunt.

After months in Equestria I was used to strange looks from the ponies I passed by on the street, but now there was a heated and barely contained lust behind the stares. Doctors, nurses, and patients alike all took an interest in the walking buffet of male flesh Snowheart had placed on display. I even gathered a warm smile and a saucy wink from an elderly mare being pushed down the hallway in a wheelchair!

Through all of this ogling and objectification, where were my wives, the mares I’d just devoted myself to? I’d hoped to be escorted from the hospital by my lovers, yet the beautiful girls I’d married were nowhere to be seen. Nurse Snowheart led me through one hallway after another, up and down stairs, until I was completely lost and despairing of ever leaving this hall of supposed healing. Finally, my wife stopped before a closed door labelled with the symbol of a heart.

“This is our fertility clinic, one of the finest in Equestria,” she boasted. “And a good thing too, Ponyville has never seen a problem like this before. It seems that even a dullard like you can be of use occasionally... just step inside, and I’ll explain everything.”

I reluctantly opened the clinic door, only to be nearly knocked off my feet from a blast of humid and spicy air. Within this room the scent of wet and heated pussy was overwhelming, and I quickly saw why. The long, hallway like room was simply full of my brand new wives! Each had donned a set of four lacy stockings to serve as bridal lingerie, and each lay on a small but comfortable bed, her hind legs up in breeding stirrups... all except for Derpy, who had somehow flown into the stirrups backwards and upside down. The beautiful grey pegasus was now laying on her tummy, twerking her jiggly plot and presenting herself for a most inviting round of doggystyle baby making!

“W-what is going on?” I stuttered, my brain too numb by the beautiful sight to reach the obvious conclusion.

Nurse Snowheart shook her head sadly. “It’s a terrible tragedy. Mass delusion! These mares claim to be married to a caring and powerful male, but this supposed stud of theirs hasn’t even made them pregnant yet!”

Cold sweat ran down my back as I looked all about the fertility clinic, surveying the wet and winking fate awaiting me. Of course I knew what I was in for when wedding so many mares, but I’d thought I’d be able to spread out my breeding duties over a course of weeks or even months. With a whole herd to look after, I’d even hoped that one or two of my wives might not want foals of her own. Yet once again I’d utterly underestimated the depths of these mares’ desires.

Face to face with so many dripping pussies, all in need of immediate impregnation, I could only gulp nervously. Was it too late, I asked myself, to flee Equestria and ask for asylum in Griffonstone? Or would I merely find myself facing an equal crowd of heated griffonesses, all eager for the male ingredient that would fertilize their eggs and bring the peeping sounds of beloved chicks to their nests?

“Don’t look as if you’ve met your doom,” Zecora chided me as she wiggled her fine striped ass upon her bed. “Just get that seed inside my womb!”

“Well put, Zecora,” Nurse Snowheart agreed. “Breed them all, Jordan, and I’ll finally be able to file your discharge paperwork. Normally I’d also insist on a full physical examination, but I can simply take care of that on our honeymoon.”

“A-all right,” I agreed, unable to even think of doing anything but my utmost duty. “I’ll do my best not to disappoint any of you ladies.”

“We know you won’t, Jordan.” Nurse Redheart smiled at me as she finished tucking Writing Desk’s hind legs into her stirrups. She then climbed into a breeding bed of her own, reaching forward with her front hooves to spread her labia wide for me. Meanwhile, Nurse Snowheart trotted to the bed of the first mare I’d married, the lovely Cheerilee.

All my wives were eager to be filled with foal, but Cheerilee was the most desperate by far. She bucked frantically in her stirrups, snorting as her sensitive nose filled with my musk, not to mention that of her many fertile herd sisters. “Please, Jordan, take me first!” she begged. “I haven’t got much time! My clock is ticking!”

“There, there, Cheerilee.” Nurse Snowheart tenderly smiled and patted the upset earth pony, showing her new patient a sweetness and gentleness she had never showed me. “Relief is on the way. Our wonderful husband is here.” Snowheart firmly pressed a rubber ball gag into Cheerilee’s muzzle, silencing her whining moans. “He’s going to make tender love to you, bringing you to one climax after another, until he finally fills you full of potent human sperm and gives you the foal you deserve.”

Cheerilee calmed somewhat at Snowheart’s promises, content to pant through her gag and await her stud service. Snowheart then turned to me and her caring aspect vanished in an instant, replaced by the sternest of expressions.

“This system is so simple, I doubt that even you could fail to understand,” she scoffed. She pointed to a red lantern that magically glowed above Cheerilee’s bed. “A red light means a shamefully unpregnant mare. A green light shows a husband who has done his duty. The stirrups have positioned each patient for the very deepest penetration, so your disgustingly enormous cock should have no trouble hitting every spot perfectly... I mean, performing this routine insemination. It should only take you six or eight hours to make all the lights green, then you and I can head off to Prance.”

“Hey, who invited you?” shouted Lily Valley from her breeding bed.

“Yeah, Prance was my idea!” Roseluck added from the bed next to her friend’s.

“And we’re the ones paying for the honeymoon!” Daisy called out. She lay back comfortably in her own bed and sipped from a glass of white wine — no doubt the last alcohol she’d be allowed to have for quite a while.

Snowheart’s lip trembled at this sudden and unexpected hostility from her new herdmates. I gave my newest wife a comforting pat on the wither and nodded firmly, setting myself up for my first act as head of this family. I stepped towards the three griping mares and plunged fingers from each hand into Lily and Daisy’s floral scented coochies, flexing my hips to rub the head of my stiff prick up and down the moistened lips of Roseluck’s hungry slit.

“Girls, listen to me,” I insisted, gently stroking against three fat and winking clits, reminding my wives of my love and our mutual bond. To resolve conflicts in this herd would require firmness and empathy, not to mention a willingness to provide physical pleasures at the drop of a hat, until disagreements disappeared beneath moans and cries of orgasm.

“Y-yes, Jordan, of course!” The three successful businessmares tittered and smiled like blushing virgins at my touch. I knew my wives would always hold the true power in this herd, but I was determined to do what I could to guide my family along a path of harmony, and the only male authority I had came from my ability to reduce a pony to quivering jelly with a stroke or a kiss.

“I invited Nurse Snowheart into our herd,” I informed. I teased three pussies with my fingers and glans as I laid down the law. Damn, these earth ponies were tight... “She took care of me when I was sick, and I want her working with Redheart to make sure our foals stay healthy. I love her, and I know you’ll come to love her, too.”

“That s-sounds wonderful, Jordan,” Lily nodded frantically, thrusting her hips against my bionic finger.

“Anything you say!” Daisy moaned. “A new herd sister, yay!”

“P-please, stop teasing and put it in me!” Roseluck begged, wiggling her back hooves in the stirrups.

“I’ll be making all of you mommies today,” I promised, “but Cheerilee has been waiting for this moment the longest, and she should go first.” Struggling to remove my fingers from the tight slits that sucked on them and left them sticky with marish nectar, I swiftly moved to Cheerilee’s breeding bed. I knelt between wide spread purple thighs and began to kiss and tease the tender flower of Ponyville’s sweet schoolteacher, gently toying as I did with the jewelled plug that filled her plot.

The gagged mare snorted and panted at my touch, albeit more with frustration than pleasure. As much as I loved to orally service my wives, it seemed that Cheerilee was in no mood for foreplay. She needed to see that light go green before she could relax, or even cum. After one more taste of her dewy marehood, one more tease of her flexing ponut, I stood to begin my stud duties.

Thus I slipped my cock between the mature mare’s dripping lips and began my second breeding of the day with deep, yet gentle thrusts. I leaned forward and kissed Cheerilee’s gagged mouth, enjoying the kinky feel of the rubber ball underneath my lips as she panted and moaned beneath my slowly shifting body.

“Very good, Jordan,” Nurse Snowheart observed, “It seems I’ve finally gotten the situation through your thick head. Now, I’ll just lay down for some much needed rest.” The lovely earth pony mare sat her plot on an empty breeding bed nearby and stretched out with a satisfied yawn. Immediately the machine played a happy musical fanfare and lit up with a bright blue light.

“Erm, what does a blue light mean?” I asked with trepidation.

“Oh, it just means that the mare is pregnant with twins, but that hardly ever...” the nurse suddenly caught a glimpse of the light above her bed. “TWINS? Oh, Jordan, I’m so happy! You’re so... ahem... adequate, I suppose.”

I just smiled, indulging the icy pride of my newest wife as I made love to her precise opposite, the desperately thirsty mare who’d been first in line for my hand in marriage. Taming my naughty nurse would be quite the task, but I could tell that buried deep inside that cold shell was a kind lover and even a true submissive. I simply had to find that warmth and softness, and bring it out.

There was no finer task for a human such as myself. Even if it took a full lifetime of love and passion to melt that snowy heart, I could only hope this hero would be up for the challenge...