Do You Feel Like A Hero Yet?
glasgow mega snake
It was… a normal night for me. Nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, hanging out with my friends is a special occasion—but it’s still just… normal. Everypony hangs out with their friends, every kid my age goes and sits down in diners with their ‘homies’. It’s a normal activity for normal teenage boys.
—Speaking of my homies, they’re doing pretty well off right now! Diesel just got out of Royal Guard boot camp, Mighty Wings is heading to the Wonderbolts academy soon, and uhh.. Baker’s Bread still works at a grocery store. Baking bread at 3 am. But that’s okay. He’s running his own race, as they say.
Now, given I’m the second-in-line Prince of the Crystal Empire, I’m a little more well-off than these guys. Just not money-wise—my parents ended up forcing me to get a job to afford my own stuff. We actually all ended up meeting at that same grocery store job a few years back. Frost, Baker, Diesel, Wings, and Weights. The five kings of ShopSmart…
I miss it. I really do. But I’m… rambling. Rambling about stuff that doesn’t even matter.
I had… just gotten back from hanging out. We had gotten dinner together, which was a nice return to form—we had been stuck getting breakfast for a while. The hangout, unfortunately, had to end a little bit earlier than normal—given Wings had to get home to his strict parents. He was the youngest of the group, and I believe he was still in high school, actually. But I didn’t really care enough to remember. We were all friends. Age didn’t matter.
But I had gotten back early. I had arrived back to the castle earlier than usual, and it was… oddly quiet. Even the normal housemaids that wandered about were nowhere to be seen. My guess is that they were all either asleep, done with work, or just had the day off… but none of those really made proper sense. It was too early to sleep, the castle was huge, and surely they wouldn’t all have the same day off…
So, it made me curious. Not curious enough to bother looking for them, but curious nonetheless. Call me selfish, but I’m sure they were alright. Though… get this. The real curiosity began when I… heard things. Heard familiar things, in a voice I didn’t want to hear them from.
Another thing about me? I’m no angel. I’ve viewed my fair share of adult media. Seen my fair share of ‘busty mares gone wild’, as they say. I was a teenager—could you blame me? Watching that sort of thing is kind of like, a staple.
But that was… the issue. I heard these sounds, I heard these voices. It was… it was my mom. It was my mom, moaning. And another man grunting. My mom was having sex.
With… with someone who wasn’t my dad.
It’s hard to tell who it is from grunts alone. I couldn’t even really pinpoint if it was someone other than my dad—fuck, maybe it was him, and I was tripping. Maybe it was my dad and I had just never heard them having sex before. Which is true, I haven’t.
But it… was enough, for my curiosity. It got the better of me.
Maybe I just… was sick. Maybe I wanted to see my mom naked, maybe I wanted to watch people have sex—whatever excuse I made to go exploring the bedrooms, I made it. I took it, latched onto it. I needed something other than ‘mom is cheating on dad’. It… just..
It couldn’t be that.
…Could it?
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts—and pushed onward. I found my way to mom and dad’s bedroom rather quick. The castle wasn’t soundproof, and… the door was open.
I looked at the open doorway, blasting light down the dark hallway that I stood in. The noises of sex and pleasure filled my ears—it was my mom, no doubt. But that grunting… it wasn’t my dad. I knew now, I heard it clearly. It was someone else.
Steeling my nerves, I pushed further. I slowly creeped up to the door, resting my hand on the castle walls as I did, gliding it along. And as I walked closer and closer to the door, I gulped.
I… didn’t want to see what I expected. I didn’t want to see my worst fear. But… I had to know. If mom’s cheating on dad, I have to tell dad—I look up to him. We have a mutual respect for each other, a mutual bond. He would tell me if my—hypothetical—girlfriend was cheating… right?
…
…right.
I fully walked over and looked inside of the room.
And… it…
…was so much worse than I thought.
Mom was… she was cheating on dad. She was having sex with Anon, that human guy that showed up a few months ago. And that… that wasn’t even… Dad was there, in the corner, watching. His hand on his fucking dick.
My father was masturbating… to mom having sex with a guy. He was… my dad was..
..a cuckold.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Wh—“ My voice cracked, and I coughed. I was shocked, scared, sad… mad. “What the FUCK!”
The noises suddenly stopped. The bed stopped creaking, mom stopped moaning, Anon stopped grunting, and dad—thank God—stopped stroking. Everypony’s head quickly whipped towards me, and I felt myself blush. Both out of embarrassment and… and anger.
“F-Frosty!” They both said at the same time, as if they were still in love. Horseshit.
“H-Honey, this isn’t—!” Mom squeaked as Anon removed himself from her. I made a face, and she blushed deeply. “This isn’t what it—“
“Oh I’m sure.” I interrupted. “I’m sure it’s not at all what it looks like. You guys are just wrestling, huh?”
“Uh, yes!” Dad said, quickly pulling his pants back up. That he… didn’t have. He, instead, opted for sitting up and covering his dick. “Wrestling. That’s all—“
“I’m not an idiot!” I yelled, interrupting again. “What the fuck is this? Mom, you’re a—a cheating whore??” I spat. “And dad you’re a.. you’re a cuck?” My voice softened. Near the end, my voice relaxed, because..
…Truth be told, I was… coming to terms with it myself. In that moment, I felt such… betrayal. My mom was a sex freak, and my dad got off to… to other stallions fucking my mom. My mom and dad were both the most… pathetic ponies in the world.
“Hey!” Mom yelled, snapping her fingers. She had rebooted my senses. “You do NOT call me a whore. I don’t care how you feel about this.” She growled, speaking through her teeth. “Go to your bedroom. We will talk later.”
“But—!”
“Go!”
“…” I stood there, my eyes narrowing. I wasn’t moving.
“Frost. Room.”
“No. I’m not moving.” I grunted. “Not until you explain yourself.”
“—Not your business what three consenting adults do in their spare time, dude.” Anon spoke up. “I’d listen to your mother.”
I looked him up and down. He was still hard—he had been having sex with my mom. What a prick. “Go fuck yourself.”
Very quickly, a slap came.
Mom had gotten out of bed and walked over to me. Her tits were out, and yeah, they were nice. Nice enough, I guess. But that slap was… tits be damned. That slap was betrayal.
“To your room.”
I stood there, my face remaining in its sideways position. I then… slowly turned my head. I was being stoic, relaxed. She wanted to be dramatic, I could be dramatic too. Just in a less weird whore way.
So I turned around and began walking. “Alright. Pick weird sex over your own son.”
“Oh shut up. Do not try and manipulate me.” Mom snapped again, but I stopped listening. “I am your mother.”
“..yeah.” I nodded. “What happened to being the princess of love?” I choked, walking back to my room. That one didn’t receive a response—good. Hopefully she’ll think about it for a while.
But knowing her… probably not. She was stubborn, you know? As stubborn as a mule. I loved her, and she was my mom, but she could be a real piece of work.
But I guess I… should’ve always expected this. Mom said her first boyfriend was when she was fifteen. And then she had several after that—hell, my dad was her fourteenth relationship and third marriage. She’s… let’s just say, been around the block.
Me personally? Kissless, hugless, saving myself for the right one. That’s how it goes.
I just… I guess I never thought it would come to this. I always had faith that mom wouldn’t cheat. That even if she did, dad would learn, and they would break up. It wasn’t a common thought—but it was one I had sometimes. Who doesn’t? Especially if you know as much about my mom as I do…
I found myself sitting in my room for an awfully long time after that. I can only imagine it was because they were still boning—knowing them, they probably got off to being caught, or to having their son watch them—some sicko shit like that. Sex freaks never have just one fetish. It’s always something else going on. Cucks usually have free-use fetishes, or are just straight up gay.
But finally, after what felt like hours, someone knocked on my door. And, as immature as it is… I ignored it. I felt no desire to get out of bed and answer the door, because I don’t think I wanted to talk to anypony on the other side.
Mom? I didn’t want to hear how her behavior is empowering.
Dad? I didn’t want to ever look that cuck in the eyes again.
Anon?
…what a prick.
Though, eventually, I had to open the door. The knocking was incessant, and my light was on. They knew I wasn’t asleep, and they clearly wanted to talk to me. Fuck it.
So, when I opened the door… who else would be there?
“Frost.” Princess Cadence said, her arms crossed. She was wearing a white tee shirt and gray panties. I expected her to be wearing less—but oh well, at least she’s in clothes. That’s better than last time.
“Cadence.” I whispered, looking her up and down.
She frowned deeply, but pushed herself into my bedroom. “Sit.” She commanded, pointing at my bed.
Fuck it. Sure. I took a seat.
“So. I’m gonna cut to the chase here.” She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Me and your father, what we do in the privacy of our own home?” She raised her eyebrows, and flung her arms out a bit. “Noooot your business. Nope.”
“It is my business, considering I live here.”
“Nope!” She shook her head, smiling passive-aggressively. “You don’t pay bills here. You don’t do any hard work—you haven’t had a job in weeks.” She scoffed. “So forgive me for not being open to the idea of discussing my sex life with a sixteen year old.”
I bit my tongue.
“Me and your father. You will understand that when you’re older.” She smiled again. “I will not accept blatant disrespect. Me and your father are experimenting with what we like, and what we enjoy. And that is NOT your business!” She clapped her hands together.
I looked down, and scrunched my face up again.
“Cool. Got it.” I flicked my eyebrows. “Can you leave now?”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re, uh, leaking cum.”
She looked down at her panties, finally noticing the splotch slowly forming on them. She squeaked, and pulled her shirt down to cover it.
“Frosty! Mind your fucking business!”
“Alright, well.” I huffed. “Ultimatum time. Mom, you’ve got a choice here.”
“Excuse you?”
“Me, or weird sex.” I shrugged. “It’s up to you.”
She merely crossed her arms. “How about… I’ll keep paying your bills, and letting you live in my house.. and you don’t judge me for every little thing?”
“Mm.” Nice card, mom. “Alright. But you can leave now.”
She huffed angrily, but… relented. She left my room, closing my door as she did.
“And… I’m eighteen.” I whispered, leaning back on my bed. “Dumb whore can’t even get my age right.”
Imagine being so sexed up on a strangers dick that you forget the age of your only son? Couldn’t be me. But… could be her. I sighed, closing my eyes. I was thinking—thinking about… stuff. This entire situation, mostly.
Mom was a whore. Dad was a cuck.
…talk about losing respect for people. Mom chose defending her weird sex life over apologizing to her kid, chose her weird sex life over her kid PERIOD.
What’s stopping me from moving out, right now? Going and joining the Royal Guard like Diesel? I’m in shape, and I have ties to royalty. I’m sure they’ll let me in. I wouldn’t be in the Crystal Empire guard though—I’d be shooting for the solar guard. Lunar guard would be cool too, but I’ve heard it’s super tough. Diesel did lunar, and I’m just not sure I’d be able to handle it.
…anyway, fuck. I just don’t..
I just don’t know what to do.
Who chooses sex over family? Who chooses to lose all the respect they’ve gained from their family member… just so they can indulge a fetish? Who does that? What happened to loyalty, to love, to BEING NORMAL?!
Why does cucking even exist? How can you get off to that shit? If I saw someone having sex with my hypothetical wife, I’d be fucking furious. I’d be so mad I wouldn’t be seeing straight. I wouldn’t hurt her, of course. But I… fuck, I don’t know what I’d do. Divorce as soon as possible, of course. But that’s a given.
Fuck, though.
…
…sex above all else, huh?
I even gave her the ultimatum. And all she did was spit in my face. She’s been sooo nice and supportive of me getting a new job, she knows it’s unfortunate and how much it bothers me that I don’t have one—but then a time of struggle. A time where she can use my insecurities against me presents itself. And she doesn’t even hesitate.
Sounds just like my mom.
A cheating, lying, pathetic…
…
…I rubbed my wet eyes.
Author's Note
life hasn’t been too kind to us ‘not morally bankrupt’ folk recently
been struggling a lot with family shit. brother left us for a sex cult. lost a lot of respect for my parents in the process. I’m enlisting in the army, hopefully some time away will do me good.
I’ll see you guys around.
