Number Seven

by Surry

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Romance, Sex, Slice of Life, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 6671

Apparently, I'm one of the last stallions in Equestria, and a team of mares have taken me to a "private location" against my will. They want to put me in some kind of machine.

I woke up in some kind of hospital room to the sound of a mare walking in, who told me that I'm one of the last stallions alive. Living alone for most of my life, I never would have known that, but I'm now apparently extremely valuable to the survival of Equestria, and my semen is needed. I'm not exactly fond of the idea of being a father to thousands of foals, and I just wanted to leave. Yet, strangely enough, the mare who was supposed to administer me to their twisted "procedure" had plans of her own.

Triggers: Slight bondage, dirty talk, slapping, drug overdosing, semen collecting, consensual machine rape (It's really tame, nothing major until 2nd part)

Thank you to some prereaders! Timelord358, Jatix, Alamandir, Scooterloo123
And to those who wished to remain anonymous; Thank you, too!

Published 2014-05-16 22:50:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-16 22:50:05 UTC

Number Seven: Part One

Number Seven

by Surry

I woke up, suddenly and abruptly, but I couldn't see anything. I tried opening my eyes, but a dark-colored bandage obscured my vision. Though I wasn't quite sure why, my heart felt like it was about to rupture out of my chest, and the only thing I could do to beat it back was to take deep, heavy breaths.

The air in the room was cold, stifling perhaps, and I could hear my back hooves clop down on the tile floor. My torso felt heavy, being held up by some kind of platform wrapped underneath my barrel, and I was strapped into it or something of the like. My head hung loosely over the front of the fixture, but it was such a terribly awkward position.

"D-did... I fall asleep like this?" I asked nopony in particular; my voice was still clear and deep, but echoed throughout the tiny room several times.

The last I remembered was my home in the woods being invaded by a swarm of mares in strange outfits, and they all looked eerily similar. A good portion of them were unicorns, and they easily subdued me. Being a pegasus, I never expected my property to be discovered at such a high altitude, and no less by earth ponies or unicorns.

I tried fighting against my bonds for about a minute, but the leather at my hide was proving unbreakable. My wings, strong as they were, had no chance of breaking me free. I was going nowhere fast, and beginning to panic.

"They must have drugged me..." I mumbled.

Suddenly, the smell of something flowery, something I've never smelled before in my life, entered my nostrils. For reasons I did not know yet, it was causing me to get stiff, and my penis to unsheathe, but I tried to stop it. There came a light squeaking of an opening door, and the smell of bleach entered the room, too. I heard the sound of gentle hoofsteps walking in, and I lifted my head towards it, flicking my ears to the side to get a better listen.

"W-who's there?" I asked; I sounded very timid, so I countered. "Release me. You have no right to keep me here."

"Oh yes I do," said a sweet, high feminine voice. "Celestia's orders. We were to take you alive and bring you back to the lab. Frankly, hot-stuff, I'm surprised you can still stand with that much tranquilizer coursing through your body."

She was right though, my legs hurt. Perhaps that was why I was breathing so heavy.

"Like I had a choice," I said to the direction I thought she would be standing in. "You kidnapped me right from my cabin. I was happy there, undisturbed by the likes of outsiders."

I heard a rolling cart being brought in and stopped, then more hoofsteps toward me. She gasped openly, as if something about me frightened her, then she proceeded more slowly than before.

"Wow... I've never seen one of those before," she noted casually.

"And what's that?" I asked, making it sound more like a grunt.

There came a long silence from her, but she finally spoke.

"A penis," she muttered; I could almost hear her blushing by the tone of her voice. "I've... never seen one in real life. Well, that's a bit of a lie. I mean I've seen them in textbooks and files, but they're so uncommon nowadays. There's less than ten of you that are still living... ever since the... uhh..."

"Since the what?" I scoffed. "And what do you mean by 'ten of you'? Ten of what?"

I could hear her back away, and I attempted to calm myself. If I was to get out of here, I knew I would have to play it cool for the time being.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered. "I'm not sure how you didn't know about this already, but about twenty years ago, there was an influx of predominately female ponies being born. No matter how much we hoped, every foal that was born since then has been female. Stallions have been slowly dying off for reasons we didn't quite know yet until recently, but we've been able to save a handful of them. As of today, you are probably only the seventh stallion that lives in all of Equestria."

"Seventh?!" I blurted; my voice echoed again off the walls. "How did they all DIE so quickly?!"

There came another long silence where I could only hear her soft breathing, but she began advancing toward me once more. She came to my side, directly next to me, and I felt a slight magical tug begin to take off my blindfold.

The first thing I noticed was that the room was bright, white, and very hazy. In fact, my vision was so horribly distorted that I thought I must have been going blind. I looked around lazily, until I saw her standing there, looking at me puzzled. I hadn't lain eyes on a mare for years, not since I left my parents for the mountains, so it was all a bit surreal for me.

"Sorry about the dizziness," she said sincerely. "It's a byproduct of the anesthesia... and the other drugs. You were quite the fighter, but I suppose it's because you're a pegasus." She paused again as our eyes briefly met, and I still didn't know why I got that reaction out of her. I think my appearance may have stunned her again. "And... a male..." I heard the near anxiety attack in her voice. Something about me was changing something inside of her.

She brushed a tuft of my coffee-colored mane out of my eyes, and I finally noticed just how stunning she was. Though she appeared mostly like a big blur to me, her baby blue eyes demanded my attention. Her fiery, red mane draped down over the length of her back and the breadth of her tight-fitting lab coat. Her coat was pale, whitish, and easy on the eyes, as was most of her.

Lastly, I noticed her horn.

"Sorry again," she nearly whispered in my ear. I could tell there were no others around, or down the hall for that matter. "I never thought I'd get this close to one of you, and I don't know what's wrong with me, but my body isn't really listening to what I say anymore."

"Will you let me go?" I asked quietly. "What am I here for, anyway?"

She brought her muzzle but a few inches from mine, and I could feel her delicate breaths upon my face. With a great deal of hesitation, she reached down and gave my penis a slight nudge, as if to feel that it was really there. When she realized that she wasn't dreaming, she pulled away.

"Sorry... again," she almost sounded like an simpleton now. "I had to do that."

"Will you please just tell me what you want?"

She brought her lips ever closer to mine, her eyes relaxing more and more. "As stupid as it may sound, I was tasked by the royals of Equestria with extracting semen from you for our highly advanced breeding purposes. I was chosen out of a lineup of nearly a thousand mares for this position, based solely on my attractiveness... and expertise." Our muzzles were nearly touching now. "As much as I don't like to admit it, our species is on the brink of extinction, and we needed you. Your semen is worth nearly a hundred times its weight in diamonds, several million times more so than bits. Countless mares are awaiting artificial insemination, for the good of our species, and I'm here to take what is rightfully ours."

"No," I muttered. "Why me? Why are the males dying off? Shouldn't that be your bigger concern?"

"We've fixed that problem mostly," she admitted. "A mare-orrist organization of female ponies created a magical virus that was specifically designed to target and kill off a large portion of those possessing the 'Y' chromosome, such as yourself. Since then, studies in Manehattan have contributed greatly to stopping it, and the virus died off a few years ago. But as of yet, we can't figure out why only female ponies are being born. We're still working on that part."

"Couldn't you have at least bought me dinner first?" I asked jokingly. "You know, before you had me sire countless foals."

"Is this funny to you?" she demanded with an angry scowl. "We're both here to take part in very important jobs, like it or not. Equestria is on the verge of collapse, and we aren't about to let it be destroyed. I'm sorry we brought you here against your will, but you're one of the last few stallions that are even still alive and breathing, and we need what you have. We've been trying to reverse the mutations that are affecting our race; it was a part of the plethora of drugs that we administered. You're our last hope, as we are trying to create stallions here."

"Maybe it's the drugs talking," I tried very hard to say, "but I'm not really fond of the idea being a father to that many kids, species dying off or not. Do you realize how messed up that sounds? My offspring would nearly be forced to reproduce with each other. There would just be rampant incest!"

"We're fixing that problem, too," she said. "But for now, I just want you to relax and let me work."

Then, she did something I wasn't prepared for. With no warning, she reached in and planted a light kiss upon my lips, sweetly and tenderly. I fought against my bonds, but I still got nowhere. Maybe it was something they had pumped into me too, and I couldn't fight her touch. My body was hardwired to accept her advances, despite how much I didn't want it. Every sweet breath of her scent caused my cock to stiffen even further; I knew it's what she wanted to happen.

She broke our kiss for a second, only to whisper, "my body... wants you," before continuing our heated lip-lock. I heard her lab coat unbuttoning and her lightly whimpering into my mouth. Once again, she reached down for my cock and gave it a playful stroke, coaxing a bit of a moan from myself.

While our tongues were wrestling between our muzzles, I briefly became aware of the feeling of her magic, like a warm breeze gently falling in waves over my body. She was doing something that she didn't want me to see, but I didn't really care. All I could think about was her touching my penis, and her lips... and the knife in my back.

Shlick!

"Gah!" I shouted, prematurely breaking the kiss. The sound was caused by something stabbing me and driving itself deep within my back. "W-what the fuck?!"

She looked at me; fairly calm, complacent, and perhaps even a bit stoic. I wanted answers, and I think my icy glare said as much. To my shock, her attitude actually changed.

"Please, calm down," she pleaded sincerely. "I'm... trying to help you. I have to make this convincing, or you are never getting out of here."

"Convincing?" I sputtered; the agony was unbearable. "Why? What point is there in you convincing anypony?"

She leaned up to my ear, then whispered softly. "Look... I want to help you, but you'll have to trust me. This is one of the few chambers in the entire Manehattan Laboratory that isn't directly monitored, for obvious reasons. The truth is... I only want to do my job, and then I'll help you escape."

"And why should I trust you?" I skeptically responded.

"Beca-a-a-u-u-use," she gave a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure nopony was eavesdropping, "I feel like I'm going insane in this society. I just want to escape from it all, and have foals to call my own, and to live somewhere that's quiet and peaceful. When I said my body wanted you, I meant it. I want you, and it might seem selfish, but I want you for myself. My hormones have been acting up for years, and now I finally have a chance to satiate my lust." She turned solemnly to the floor, but kept whispering. "I know it's not what you want... but I have to be honest with you. If you don't let me go with you and help you escape... then you really are never getting out of here. You'll never leave, never get to see your home again... they'll just keep taking and taking. Please." Her blue eyes looked up and pierced mine with the utmost determination, and for once, I felt myself giving in.

I imagined I probably looked like quite the idiot too, but it was like my worst nightmare was coming to life. I couldn't believe they were just going to use me like some kind of cow, milking me for all the semen I had. She was right, though. It wasn't like I had much of a choice either.

"A-alright," I had easily made up my mind. "I'll... do it, and I'll take you with me. Just... tell me what I have to do." I was trying damn hard to act as though I wasn't afraid of her answer.

"I have to put you... in the machine," she admitted with some difficulty. "I promise it won't hurt much. You might even like it."

"Machine? For fuck's sake! You have a machine?!" I tried to move, but the object stuck in my back made it impossible. "What did you put in me, anyway?!"

"It was a syringe," she said, delicately pulling it out with her magic. "I injected you with a serum I synthesized from my own blood. It won't have any immediate effect on you... at least not until you reach your climax."

I caught a fleeting glimpse of the empty syringe floating back to the rolling tray she brought in, but it didn't keep my attention for long.

"And what happens at that point?" I asked.

She gave me the longest pause of our conversation, a solid ten seconds, before finally answering. "Please remain calm when I tell you this...

...

But there is a slim possibility that you might die."

"What?!" I blurted again. "Die?!"

I suddenly stopped when I heard more hoofsteps coming from down the hall, and a streak of lightning ran down through my spine. I felt my heart begin to tighten within my chest and heard every beat of it within my cranium. The mare at my side could see the terror in my eyes and advanced, trying to whisper in my ear again. She seemed almost equally afraid.

"Look, everything will be fine as long as you act naturally," she said quietly. "Just don't say anything, shut up, and let me do the talking. Relax, and I promise I'll get you out of here."

My heart was still pounding in my head.

"W-whatever you say..." I weakly muttered, feeling utterly fucked and helpless. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek before going back to the door, and I hated to admit that it helped me on the inside.

Before long, two other mares had come to the door, but she caught them swiftly upon their entering. I couldn't make out much, but I saw that they were wearing white lab coats as well.

"Ruby," said the older one, somewhat snobbishly. "I take it everything is proceeding as it should be. You should be getting close to the final extraction by now, and I assume you have properly prepared the subject."

"I-I have," said my mare hesitantly. "I'm sorry to report that I'm not yet finished with him. He woke up suddenly and, well, I felt it was just to explain the situation to him."

"What?" asked the older mare incredulously. "There was no need for—"

"Please," Ruby pleaded once more. "I was assigned to this position for a reason, Doctor Harshwhinny. It's all a part of the process I had planned out."

"It's Doctor Hashwhinny the fourth, Ruby. And, the only reason you were assigned to carry out this task was because of your relative age and attractiveness based on the studies and opinions of your peers. I'm sure you haven't even—"

"I did," Ruby cut her off again; I had to admit, I kind of liked that about her. "He's fully prepared. I ran the tests myself. His seminal vesicles are running at nearly double capacity for a normal stallion and his vitals are all normal. His hormone levels are decent as well, as are mine, and he should produce a healthy first batch."

"Hold on a minute," said the other mare; she had been quiet up until that point. "What do you mean your hormone levels are decent? They should be nominal, at best."

"Doctor," Ruby addressed the other mare. "I wouldn't expect you to understand this... but I skipped my dose of suppressants yesterday. I figured you of all ponies would realize that would be a much more effective way to coax a reaction out of him. It had to be done, like it or not."

"What?" asked Doctor Harshwhinny again, quite harshly. "You skipped a dose of hormonal suppressants?! You're nothing but a ticking time bomb!"

"Calm down, doctor," Ruby replied calmly. "I assure you, nothing about my mental state has changed. I am here simply to save Equestria, just as you two are. I did what had to be done, and I already have a dose prepared for me after his procedure is completed. I haven't missed a step. I've made not a single miscalculation." She began to retreat back into the room, slowly closing the door. "Now, if you don't mind, I have very delicate work that has to be done, and I require no further interruptions. I will give you his sample when I am finished."

"You had better, Ruby—" demanded the doctor, right before she was cut off but the slight clap of the door shutting.

The unicorn was sure to lock the handle as well, subtly and quietly, and let out a long sigh of relief when she heard the hoofsteps of the two mares pass on by. Her head seemed to droop, almost as if she were depressed, and she finally turned back to me. One of her scarlet locks now dangled in front of her eyes, and I found this strange feeling begin to well up inside of me, almost like that of genuine concern. It wasn't until she stood by my side again that she peered up, and I could see a tear in the corner of one of her lovely, blue eyes.

"Ruby," I repeated from what I had heard. "That's... a very pretty name."

She didn't respond immediately, so I continued.

"Can I please ask what exactly the hormonal suppressants are, or what they do?"

Finally, I got a rise out of her.

"They were implemented a few years ago by Equestrian society, so that the mares didn't go around humping everything that they saw." Her voice was more somber than before, but she went on. "The higher-ups thought we were all just animals on the inside with no way to control ourselves, so every mare was forced to take a strict regimen of hormone suppressants to ensure that we would focus on fixing the problem, before our species was nearly wiped from existence."

"You mean... you stopped taking them just for me?" I almost felt stupid for asking that, but she played it off as something she expected.

"No," she murmured, at last making eye-contact with me. "In fact, I lied to them. I've never taken my suppressants, and I never will."

With those few words, that did it for me. There was no doubt in my mind now; I knew I could trust her.

"It makes sense," I said matter-of-factly. "You act a lot differently than they do. You actually have a soul beneath your exterior, and it doesn't take a stallion to see that." I winked playfully at her. "Plus, you were pretty brave."

She smiled, finally, and brought her muzzle close to mine, enough to where I could smell her sweet scent again. Using her magic, she flipped a switch somewhere nearby, and the platform that had been keeping me up began to lower to a more even plane. Now that I was almost level, she flashed me the similar look of concern that I had given her.

"If I unstrap you and let you down, will you promise to stay and give them what they want?" she inquired, quietly dabbing my cheek with her hoof and running it across my jawline. "I just... have to touch you for myself. I have to feel you for myself."

"Yes," I made sure to keep a truthful eye-contact. "I'll do whatever you ask. Besides, they'd just find me again like they did the first time. I don't really have a choice."

"No, you don't."

She undid the buckles delicately with her magic, and I half-expected my wings to fly open without my direct influence, but they didn't. In fact, my whole body seemed to completely disregard my commands. I was able to wiggle -with a great deal of effort- off of the table, but my legs collapsed from underneath me and I fell to the floor. I rolled haphazardly onto my back and placed a hoof on my aching shoulder; I had no doubt that it would bruise nicely from my impact.

"What's wrong with me?" I sputtered, trying to stifle my moan of pain.

"It was another part of the procedure," she quickly noted.

"I can see that," I said sarcastically, biting my lip.

"Frankly, this is exactly why I was surprised to find you awake." She looked down upon me, almost appearing puzzled, deep in thought. "You had enough tranquilizer in you to bring down a large bear, yet you still managed to stay awake somehow. It was put in place to combat the enhancer, lest you'd probably have died from that too. We do everything for a reason around here, and I'm kinda' sick of it."

With her hoof, she swiftly pushed away the platform, then brought herself to stand imposingly over me. My hooves remained plastered at my sides, which I supposed was because of the drugs, and there was little I could do as she sat on my chest. She eased her toned rump back onto my shaft, and my cock easily slipped within the crease of her ass cheeks. I could feel a foreign heat flooding my face, a pleasant deterrent to the cold tiles against my back, and suddenly, I felt this wetness in the fur on my pelvis. I recognized it as not being mine, and she leaned forward before I could ask anything.

She was quick in using her magic to finish unbuttoning her lab coat, and let a loose, fluffy tuft of fur upon her barrel mingle with mine.

"Let me ask you something else," she whispered; seductively eyeing my lips. "Do you think I'm attractive?"

"Y-yes..." I whispered in return; I wasn't quite sure what else to say.

"Do you like my ass? Does it feel good having your cock this close to me?"

I simply nodded to both things, my tongue practically hanging out of my mouth like a tired dog. My body wasn't sure how to respond to all of this new stimuli either.

She lightly kissed my cheek. "You know, I could be the first mare to have actual sex with a stallion in years, all thanks to you. I just... have all of these pent up hormones and emotions." Her tone of voice was getting a little sporadic. "And it's just been so droll and boring, and I'm sick of mares all day, I'm sick of this laboratory, of this city— I just want nothing more than a good fuck and a stallion to call my own. I want to know what it's like to be pregnant with a real foal, and not one from a test tube like all of these other mares. I want to live somewhere far away from here, dead quiet, all the time, and nothing else." She softly drove her nose into the crook of my neck, to nuzzle me and smell my fur, and I let it happen.

"W-wait," I hesitated, as I could feel her sopping wet lips brush against my shaft, grinding on me. "No, I don't want to get you pregnant. I don't want to get any mare pregnant. I thought I told you that already."

She nearly growled at me in response, pressing more of her weight down on me. "Look here, number seven... I was chosen by my peers because I am considered the most attractive mare currently residing in Manehattan. My body is ready for this, and you are NOT going to deny me the privilege that I have earned. Those other mares would have simply hooked you up to that blasted machine and drained your testicles fucking dry, but I'm trying to save you some pain here! All I'm asking is for you to just give me a chance, get your dick a little stiff, and fuck me! How hard is that?!"

A few tense moments passed and I said little of anything, but my cock was quick to give in to her demands. It easily fattened within the clutches of her labia, and her juices made it slippery; I was fairly certain I saw her wince in anticipation, even lightly gasp. She wanted me, and she wanted me bad. I tried very hard to remain calm as well, but my heart felt like it was going to burst right out of my rib cage.

"Okay, Ruby..." I tried to lift my head and see my point of entry, but she silently insisted she'd take care of it, so I laid my head back down. "I never thought having somepony yell at me could turn me on so much, even though I wish I was more than just a 'fuck' to you."

Her expression turned more somber again, and she leaned in for another kiss, though this one was much deeper than the others. There was something quite peculiar about it which I couldn't quite put my hoof on, but my cock grew even heftier because of it. Her lips were so full... and luscious.

She lifted her hind end up a bit and swished her scarlet tail to the side, letting my throbbing shaft have enough room to stand itself upright, wet and lubricated. Her back hooves clopped around on the floor clumsily as she tried to position herself, and then I felt a familiar, fleshy wetness bear itself down on my tip.

I froze, letting the sensation flow through me and her whimper softly into my muzzle. I began to slip inside, slowly, signaled by the sound of smooth friction between two wet objects. She inhaled deeply through her nostrils as she began to take in my length, and I could tell I was hurting her... but she persevered. My medial ring passed on through, and we both knew there was no going back past that point. She finally gasped, breaking our kiss, and both of us making a lazy eye-contact.

"Damn," she whined. "It's so big...

... I've made a huge mistake."

"I'm sorry," I weakly panted. "I didn't mean to hurt you..."

"No. It's not your fault. That was something else they put in you." Her face contorted with the coming of a slight twinge of pain. "Gah... shit, that hurt...

...

Anyway, since you were our last healthy subject, they gave you every enhancement they could... every enhancement. Your overall mass even increased by about forty percent, another terrible side effect. I'm so sorry about tha— GAH!"

She suddenly leaned forward into a more natural angle, forced by her own body, and my length seemed to follow suit. Now taking in a sizable volume of my cock, she almost seemed to relax and accept it easier than before. Her juices flowed happily and freely down to my loosely hanging testicles.

"Ahhhh-fuuucckk..." she sighed heavily in relief. "Much better..."

As she bore down more weight, she retreated briefly, then continued again, further prying apart her internal walls. I kept panting helplessly as she did, thoroughly enjoying the warmth of her body wrapped around my shaft.

"So, you're not hurt then?" I asked breathlessly.

"It's still pretty big," she admitted, almost laughing. "But I think I can take it... maybe."

She placed her hooves on my barrel to balance herself, then began rocking back and forth, working more of my shaft into her with each gentle sway of her hips. At about three quarters of the way in, she stopped as my tip finally hit something, and she flinched.

"Damn it," she leaned forward again. "I didn't actually think you'd reach my cervix so easily... oh, but I don't fucking care. This feels so-o-o damn nice."

"I gotta' admit," I said while lazily eyeing her lips. "This is probably the best feeling I've ever felt in my entire life."

"That's just biology at work, sweetie," she cooed, before kissing me again.

She raised her hips and slammed them down again, and a breathy moan escaped both of our lips. I began to caress her face with a delicate hoof, now that the feeling had returned to it, and she happily returned the gesture. In fact, the more she rocked, the more we found ourselves trying to hold back stupid smiles through our kiss. I was able to give my hips a light thrust upward, and an odd sound echoed throughout the tiny room like that of a tongue wetly smacking against the roof a mouth.

"Mmmmm..." she moaned heavily, each one becoming deeper in length with each rocking.

I let out something of a growl when I felt one of my testicles rise, and no matter how much I wanted to ignore it, something kept building. In the heat of the moment, I managed to wrap my foreleg around the small of her back and push her chest further into mine, which she seemed to enjoy. Our tongues mingled, wrestled for a spell, and then broke away, as she needed a second to breathe.

"Wow..." she sighed again. "This is just as good as I dreamed it would be."

"Yeah," I was practically drooling now. "Your cunt is so... so..." but my voice trailed off before I could finish.

"Nice?" she asked me sweetly, reaching a hoof down to begin prodding her clit.

"Yessss..." I whispered, letting my head fall back. "So nice..."

She kissed my collarbone, and my neck, then something strange started to happen. I felt the knot in my testicles begin to die off, and my erection nearly following. My heartbeat was slowing down too much.

"No," I pleaded, which she slightly retreated at. "Slap me... slap my fucking face."

"What?" she asked again, more curious this time. "Why do you want me to—?

"Slap my face," I deadpanned, sweating profusely now. "Fucking slap it..."

I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.

Thwack!

Her hoof noisily collided with my jaw, cleanly grazing off of it, and I felt a surge rush to my cock instantaneously. I stifled another grunt as I pushed up again, thrusting skyward, driving my tip and throbbing shaft even deeper into her.

"Eeep!" she yelped pathetically when I hit her cervix again, and a smile came to my face and quickly bruising cheek. "Ow... that kinda' hurt. A-are you okay?"

"Yeah, getting closer," I moaned. "Slap me again."

"What?" she sounded even more hesitant than before.

"Just do it, please. It's helping," I quietly pleaded a second time.

Thwack!

The sound reverberated off the walls, and I nearly lost myself in it all. I put my hoof against her chest to feel her heartbeat, and it riled me up even more. The scent of her sweat hung deeply in my nose, telling my cock she was ready to receive. I could tell by her sly grin that she was deriving some kind of twisted pleasure from this.

"Now tell me I'm worthless," I demanded.

"You're worthless," she cooed, deciding to play along. "We don't even need you, just your semen... that's it. We couldn't care less about you."

"Really?" I asked; my blood boiled with fake rage. "Is that all you wanted?"

She leaned down to whisper in my ear, still rocking her hips back and forth. "Yep. That's it. Just your seed and nothing else. You, on the other hoof, are completely worthless to us, so just give me what we want. Give me your seed."

That did it. I felt like a shark that had caught the scent of fresh blood, and my body was dead set on giving it to her. I wrapped both forelegs swiftly around her waist and felt up her luscious, fleshy ass, then burst upward with my hips again.

She yelped for the second time, placing her nose in the crook of my neck and softly whimpering while I began to pound her insides. Her tongue lazily flopped out of her mouth, and I noticed her legs had stopped giving her any support, leaving only my cock to handle that job.

"Take it then," I sighed.

She could barely even respond, instead only giving me faint, rapid panting. I made an attempt to hit just above her cervix, and her body seemed to agree with my decision, curving itself out into a reverse 'C' shape.

"Fuuuck..." she whined, closing her eyes. "W-what are you waiting for? Just give it to me..."

I slammed her again.

"Yes..."

I repeated my barrage several times and heard my testicles slapping against her ass.

"Yes, yes, YES!" she moaned, whipping her head back. Her legs seized up, her abdomen contracted, and a tiny spurt of a watery fluid escaped past her labia and trickled back down my cock.

Thwack!

In her fit of ecstasy, she struck me across the face again, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The knot began to work its way back through my testicles and up my shaft.

"Ngh..." I grunted, gritting my teeth like a caged animal. "Shit."

"Well?" she asked, still panting like a dog. "Are you gonna' give me—?"

"Shut up," I rudely interrupted. "Kiss me, please, Ruby... just kiss me now."

She smiled her usual sweet smile, then happily obeyed my commands, planting her muzzle firmly against mine and exhaling warmly through her nose. The shark within me returned, and I held onto her body for dear life, thrusting into her, fucking her, and growling into her delicate mouth. My body was getting tired, even exhausted, but I was nearly there.

With a final tug on her ass, I positioned her just right, the perfect place where I knew, biologically, would be the best position for her to conceive, and I gave it to her.

"Mmm!" I grunted into her mouth, and she whimpered submissively into mine.

My cock jabbed against her cervix and my body simply took over from there. My neck muscles tightly contracted, I was forced to swallow, my testicles shot upward, as did my load, and I began pumping her full of my hot seed, losing sight of everything around me and losing myself in that one, glorious moment.

Her lips let go of mine, quivering uncontrollably. "Yes! YES!" she practically screamed.

"Grrrghh..." my voice rumbled, and I continued to bear my clenched teeth. "Yeea-a-ahhh... fuuucck... take every... last... drop..."

Her hips seemed to give into a sort of reflex and roll, almost squeezing out my cock inside of her like a tube of toothpaste, subconsciously obeying my command. Even though I could barely feel anything below my waist, I could tell that particular load of cum was far thicker and heavier than any I might ever produce.

Once again, her chest gracefully fell upon mine, and our fur lazily intertwined. She eased her hips upward and quietly released my penis, letting it fall with a heavy 'thud' against my abdomen. Her soft panting, and the smooth rise and fall of her torso told me that she was just as tired as I was... but I felt strange.

This odd pain lingered in my heart, and was growing, spreading through my chest and lungs at an alarming rate. I tried to cough, but my mouth would barely even open, and neither would my eyes. The light in the room was fading from my vision, turning to blackness.

"Ruby..." I choked out.

"Yes, sweetie?" she murmured softly.

"It's... hard to breathe... and my heart hurts kinda'. I feel like I'm going to pass out... What's wrong with me?"

Knock-knock!

There came a sound at the door, which I dreaded in my heart, as did she, causing her to quickly fumble off of my body and roll onto the floor. A tiny puddle of fluids had formed on the ground beneath us, and yet still more were seeping out of her folds as she tried to stand. I could see it was proving challenging for her to stand.

"Ruby?" came an impatient, muffled voice. "Are you finished yet? How are things progressing?"

My chest was on fire.

"Shit," Ruby mumbled, barely getting to her hooves. "Dr. Harshwhinny... if she finds out, they'll execute me." She attempted to walk over to her tray of various tools and medical equipment, but she strode with an odd gait, nearly limping. "Damn, why does that hurt so much?"

"Ruby..." I choked again, reaching out for her.

"Don't worry, sweetie," she responded. "I just need to give you the second phase of the serum."

I heard bottles and syringes tinkling, being tended to by her magic, and the pain in my chest kept growing and draining me of energy.

Knock-knock!

"Ruby!" the voice from behind the door called again.

"Coming, Dr. Harshwhinny! The patient is in a very 'delicate' state right now, and I have to attend to his needs." She turned to me, obviously afraid, yet still trying to remain calm. "Don't move, number seven... You're just experiencing an advanced recovery phase, post-climax of course. You're body is forcing itself to replace the semen you've lost at a highly accelerated rate."

That didn't comfort me much. "I-It feels like... I'm dying..."

She began to limp back in my direction, still panting tiredly. "That's because you are dying... but I'm going to save you, sweetie."

Another needle prodded itself in my neck, but I barely felt it, thanks to the plethora of drugs and chemicals coursing through me. As she stood over me, I saw her lovely blue eyes again, and she smiled. Very subtly, I saw her place a hoof on her abdomen, and she leaned down to kiss me, but the whole moment was short-lived.

"I think I'll conceive," she whispered, her eyes twinkling in the light. "But if I'm to get us out of here, you'll have to trust me."

"W-what do you need me from me?" I muttered.

I heard her flick on another switch with her magic, then came the sound of turning servos and rattling gears, but she kept quiet. Preforming a bit of a balancing act, she prodded her horn under my sternum and tried to help me up to my feet, yet my legs were still weak.

"I... need to put you in the machine," she admitted; her voice was meek and timid again. "Do you trust me?"

Knock-knock!

"Ruby! Open the door, this instant!"

It was quite hard for me to speak, fighting through a dense haze of altered consciousness, but I somehow mustered the strength to respond. I could barely even pick up my head.

"Alright..." I reluctantly agreed.

End of part one...