Seed Slave No. 059

Normally you'd start a story talking about the weather, or at least I think that is how it's usually done. Well in my case I don't really see the weather all that much if at all. I've been bound and blinded for so long now, time really does fly when you nap the majority of the day and night. In any case I assume you're wanting an explanation as to what I'm talking about, well then... my name is Seed Slave No 059, I'm not joking, that's what all the workers here call me, it's been far too long since I've heard my real name that I've forgotten it and adapted my given numerical name. One would guess it would mean I'm not the only one in this facility. At least I have the comforting thought that I'm not alone in this.

'Bzzzzt!'

Ah it would seem the mare of the day is being buzzed in.

The door slides with a finishing click after it closed again, her gentle hooves tapping the floor told me she was a first-timer. I enjoy first timers, no dedicated mate to help them have their foal, so they come to whatever this place is and procure the services of what everyone seems to call a 'Seed Slave'. You already figured all that out though haven't you? Right then...

"Greetings ma'am, come to receive the seed for the plant that is the foal to nurture and grow correct?" Comforting smile, well as comforting as a bound and blinded stallion can be.

"Mhmm, it's... rather exciting."

"I can tell, you smell divine." Member unsheathing, gasp by the mare.

"Oh my... you're-"

"Getting ready to provide the foal you desire ma'am." Big stupid grin. Moment of pause.

"W-well if you're that ready already..."

She wasn't kidding, it was positively throbbing now, she really did smell good, all this time, you'd think I'd have built a slight immunity to that sweet scent mares make, but it turns out to be impossible to accomplish such a feat.

"Just slide yourself under me, you'll have to bounce back and forth a little, but it shouldn't take much to allow me to fill you up."

There was a moment of silence before I heard her hooves start moving again, getting closer to me. That soft gentle clop of hoof meeting granite. Another pause, she really is new at this. Then, I felt a warmth against my chest as she slid under me, the tip of me sensitive member prodding her wet entrance, letting out a soft gasp before she began pressing herself back. Her marehood taking my hard rod with ease and a gasp before she managed to get most of the length. My hips as always tried to thrust, but the restraints once again prevented such movements from happening.

"Hnn wow, you feel wonderful ma'am!" I complimented her, just like I do all the mares that are assigned to me. She seemed to like it as she returned my compliment with her own.

"So d-do you ahhh!" She sped up and I grunted, growing hungrier for my seed it would seem.

"G-get ready ma'am I'm about t-to blow!" Just as I finished saying so, my flare popped in her and my foal batter shot out, spurt after spurt until I filled her up, she felt like she was having her own moment as I felt her tail twitch against me as I finished up. She soon inched forward savoring the feeling of my member before it came out with an audible pop. In turn I received a flick of her tail across my chest as she turned to face me and give my a hug. I wish I could have returned the sentiment fully.

"Thank you for the foal. I'll take good care of it! I promise I will!" She then gave me a kiss and went on her way, the door creaking open and then closing with a click. My member retreated to the comforts of it's sheathe with a drip of seed from the tip and I found myself relaxing in my restraints and a hunger in my belly. Luckily my caretakers didn't retrain all my movement as I shifted my hoof to press the call button on the restraint.

The door creaked open soon after followed by the all too familiar voice of my particular caretaker. "Hey stud!" Yes, he really did say and mean that insult, to be fair though it technically is what I am.

"Hey Chuffe." None of us used real names around here, we came up with our own to use, I just like my number.

"So what can I get you?" He asked in his usual happy tone. It grows on you, takes time and aggravation, but it does.

"I was thinking waffles, haven't had waffles in a while." Waffles and a mare I put a foal into, what could make such a good morning better?

"That actually does sound brilliant, I'll go make us some waffles then, I'll be back with them in a few minutes." Then with that said, he was gone, out the door with the familiar click and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I wonder how virile Chuffe is. He never tells me of his bedroom conquests, heck I wonder how big he is. I've considered asking him if he'd like a blowie, but never actually worked up the courage to ask. Then again how would we even do it? My head is too high and thanks to these bindings I can't bend down, I suppose he could mount me if I asked him to, he's got a lovely weight to him judging by how he walks. I bet that's feel great on my back. Maybe I'm mating too much, I usually don't think of Chuffe like that, then again we are practically married, we talk, we argue, we bicker, he cooks our meals, serves me, takes care of me... I should really ask him out if we ever leave this place.

The creak of the door came again, and then the click, then the hoofwork of Chuffe turning around.

"Whoa! Somepony's excited!" He chuckled at my newly exposed appendage and I groan in irritation at my thoughts unsheathing me.

"Heh, yeah I guess I'm ready to mate again." That wasn't entirely true, I'd yet to eat my breakfast.

"You sure you're not just eager to see me Stud?"

"Well of coarse I am Chuffe, you being here means waffles."

"True, speaking of which are you ready to eat?"

"Oh yeah, gimmie." I open my mouth, awaiting the buttery syrupy goodness that is the doughy breakfast cake. After a few scraping sounds, of which I assume was the fork cutting the waffle, it soon found it's way into my waiting mouth, I closed my mouth, chewed, and gave my foodie moan of thanks. Chuffe then had his piece, the fork scraping his teeth, always found that annoying, but made no mention of it. The process of me first and then him continued with my hard on deflating and retreating to it's sheathe. Once it was all done I decided to ask.

"So, same as usual rubbie later?"

"Yeah why?"

"Well I was thinking, maybe... if we ever get out of this place, maybe we could do something together, catch something on the silver screen and go somewhere and snuggle or something, there's allot I want to do when I'm out of here, you've been one of the only constants and friends I have in this new life so I kind of want to experience them with you Chuffe."

"Wow 059, that's really sweet... yaknow what sure, if we ever leave here, let's do stuff together."

Remember how I said I really liked my number?

"Chuffe, call me Sayak."