Author's Note
Final Warning: The following story you are about to read contains sperm donation, penis milking, sex machines, a porno containing M/M sex, (to a degree) inflated ejaculations and self forced-climaxes. This story is also currently unedited. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.
Seed for Cash
Caramel sat at the end of the examination table nervously as Doctor Horse was looking at the results with the utmost scrutiny. He had on his reading glasses as he carefully looked through the written requirements on his clipboard. Humming in thought, he looked up at the stallion. “I can tell you that so far so good,” he said. “Now before I come to a decision, I’m gonna have to ask you a few more basic questions.”
“O-Okay,” his patient stutters.
“Firstly, do you have a college degree?”
He nodded, “I’ve achieved my associates last year.”
The doctor put a checkmark in that box. “Do you or know somepony in your family that has some sort of sexual disease in any way?”
“Not really.”
“… Are you married or have a sexual partner?”
He shook his head.
“Sexual orientation?”
“Gay.”
“Okay… And how often do you clop?”
Caramel blushed, “At least twice a day… once in the morning and once at night.”
“I see… Well, I can tell you that looking at these results, you sir are indeed qualified.”
His patient sighed, “Oh good. So now that I know, what do I do know?”
“Well, you do know where the bank is, right?” Carmel told him that he did. “Just be sure that before you go, you shouldn’t try to relieve yourself for at least two to three days or more. That way it’ll increase your quantity of sperm a bit. Also, make sure you give the front desk some papers that I’ll hand over to you so that they know that you are a qualified donor. Plus, you are required to repeat this for six months. Are we clear?”
“Yeah, I think so. Anything else?”
Doctor Horse hummed in thought for a moment before realizing, “Ah yes, I almost forgot. You should know that if you are seriously considering doing this, the bank has recently acquired a new way of getting stallions to donate their seed then by traditional means.”
The earth pony tilted his head. “What do ya mean?”
“I mean that they’ve recently bought some equipment to help make the process a little more… pleasurable through mechanical means that I’ve been told is more than just humping on a piece of plastic. Although I admit that I don’t know the full details, what I’ve heard is that the bank is getting some very good results from their new technique of collecting. So who knows? Perhaps for you, it could be fun.”
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind…” he nodded. “And you said that I get paid for doing this?”
“That would depend on the quality and quantity of the sperm you put out. Now per visit, the paycheck varies from thirty to a couple hundred bits, depending on the stallion. Still, given your blood type, sperm count, height, college degree, and your health, I say that it shouldn’t be much of a problem for you.”
“Thanks, doc,” Caramel nodded.
X_*_X
Days later, the stallion with the papers from his doctor went up to the only sperm bank in Ponyville. Caramel knew for a while where and what it was, it was advertised as a kind of fertility clinic. The building itself didn’t stand out that much as it appeared to have only one floor with no windows except for the glass front doors. In truth, the stallion had never been inside this place, nor has any idea what was in there exactly. So, of course, he hesitated from across the street from its doors.
‘C’mon Caramel,’ he thought. ‘It’s not like you’re going to be walking onto a porno set. You’re just here to exchange your baby batter for some bits. After all, you’re running low in the actual bank and the rent needs to be paid off soon or until you get a real job. Just go right in, give them the papers, do what you have to do and leave. No big deal. Who knows, maybe this could be fun… I hope.’
After taking in some calming breaths, the stallion walked forward towards its glass doors as he could clearly see the desk with a mare in a nurses’ uniform, all by herself. After pushing his way through, he walked into a small reception room with nopony around except the one behind the desk that looked up from a book she was reading. “Ah yes, can I help you?”
“I was told to come here,” Caramel began. “And to give somepony these,” he offered up the papers to her in which she took them in her magic. The unicorn read through the three pages front to back, nodding at certain points.”
“Mhmm… Mhmm… Good… Good… Excellent… Yes… “ she looked up at him with a smile. “First time here?” the stallion nervously nodded. “Oh don’t you worry about it. We’re very confidential here with our clients that seek our services. Not only that, but we are clean, safe and very recently we’ve made the very act of donating rather fun, regardless of orientation. So if you’d follow me, sir, I’ll show you where and how to make that said donation.”
With a gulp, he followed the nurse through some double doors in which through a small hallway, she stopped by a small table that had small, glass jars that were next to a flight of stairs that only went down one level. After grabbing one of them, the nurse had him go down the steps until he was in another hallway a hoofull of doors were closed and by the locks, they read, “Occupied.”
“The walls and doors are soundproof,” the nurse explained. “This way you won’t have to worry about making such a racket. Also, we offer free videos to be shown on a screen from a wide variety that should help the process along. You’ll be given as much time as you needed when you’re making your donation. Let’s take this room, shall we?” She waved a hoof at a slightly ajar door.
Caramel pushed through to get the biggest surprise of the day. There in the center of a sterile room was a laid back chair that had straps to help keep one's hind legs spread apart. At the very base were two machines: one in which was a metal pipe that was hooked up to a piston and a vacuum system with a tube that leads to a lid – no doubt for the jar. The other however was another piston that had a screw at the top. No doubt it was for the wall of dildos that were in a variety of sizes, shapes, and thicknesses to be screwed onto the base. The rest of the chair had a cushioned back with a set of controls for both hooves. At the headrest was a pair of headphones with a cord that was hooked up to a TV screen.
“As you can see,” the nurse pointed out. “We’ve made our way to process your semen mechanical so all you have to do is press a few buttons and the rest takes care of itself. Now over here, underneath this chart is the lineup of videos that I’ve mentioned that chances are, there’s something here that might pique your interest.
“Now this is very simple,” she went over towards the chair. “The wall of toys you see is for your anus in which helps stimulate your prostate, there are buttons over here on the right in which control both the toy in how deep and fast you want it to go, same with the pump in which, we highly encourage you to ejaculate into it so it may be collected into this jar here.” Here she screwed the glass jar onto the lid of the device. “Just so you know, all of these toys do shoot lubricant into you once every five minutes to add the sensation of it all.
“Now on the left, this controls the TV in which turns up or lower the volume on it as well as to press play, fast-forward, rewind, pause and stop. If you prefer to see a video just pop in a disk right in here,” she smiled kindly. “Any questions?” Caramel shook his head. “Very good. And remember, spend as much time as you need to. Be sure to lock the door behind me when you’re ready and to leave the jar here when you’re finished. Have fun.” And with that, she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Caramel quickly locked the door, now with a heavy blush on his face as he realized what he was about to do. “Don’t chicken out now,” he told himself. “You’ve come this far and you now know how to work this thing. So you might as well enjoy it.” He trotted over to the wall, at its vast collection of dildos in which just merely looking at them made his loins stir. After judging them all, he spied one particular black one that had all the crown, veins, mid-ring, and Scutum of a stallion that matched his own, only a bit longer. After taking it off the shelf and screwing it on the base piston, he went over to the collection of porn in which he looked at the chart just above it.
On it was a color system of fetishes that from the mere anticipation made his stallionhood peak out of its sheath. So through it, he glanced between the labeled cases and the chart. “Gay… group… anal… sling…” He felt his heart skip a beat as he spotted a particular case in which he had his fetishes all on one disk. After pulling it out, taking it away from its case and inserting it into the slot, Caramel took one last breath before climbing into the seat.
Lying down in the chair, he found that while it was comfortable, the fact that he had to spread his hind legs did make him feel rather exposed, but he was thankful that the door was locked. The dildo below him was already aimed up at his ponut while his black member rested on his belly, with the pipe that had a fleshy hole was right above it.
“Okay… Okay…” Caramel looked over to his right which had buttons for both ends that they share the command to ‘Lubricate’ on them. “Just relax… here we go…” He pressed the button for the toy and for it to slowly go upwards. When it touched his back entrance, he felt not only its thickness but also the wet, warm liquid that was dripping from the tip. Cautiously, as he breathed deeply to relax, he gradually pushed the button to push into him, feeling his ring being opened a little wider until-
Gasp! The crown went inside. Caramel closed his eyes as he tried his best not to clench down on the toy, breathing in deeply to relax everything. It took him several minutes but once he felt comfortable enough, he let the machine dig deeper into him. Feeling every vein as it slipped in further. At the mid-ring, he had to press the lube button a few more times in order for the thickest part of the dildo to pop in. However, when he felt that he’d reached his limit, he pressed stop on the machine.
Next, he turned his attention towards his fully erected penis that was pulsating with his heartbeat. After angling it, he got it to line up to the fleshy hole before he pressed the lubricate button for that device to which it started to leak. Now pressing on the switch to lower it onto himself, he watched as his tip pushed up against the hole before it slipped on him, virgin tight.
Caramel let out a moan as he took a moment to adjust to the bombardment of pleasure that he was now feeling on both ends. He needed this – no, wanted this! So after letting the tube to suck him inside until it reached the base of pride, he now turned his attention towards the TV.
After putting the headphones over his ears and pressing play, the screen turned on in which it showed a pegasus, one that he hadn’t seen before in a black sling that held his body off the ground while spreading his hind legs wide open. Around him were stallions that looked like were waiting for their turn, judging by their erections. One of them was already lubing himself up before taking hold of the ropes of the sling. He asked the one in the swing if he was ready to which the submissive stallion gave the okay to go ahead before the camera looked down at him, pushing into the Pegasus with a desperate moan.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Caramel started up the machine for the tube to suck up and down on his shaft while the toy moved in and out of his hole. Feeling himself both being stuffed and doing the stuffing at the same time, he couldn’t help but let out his own moans and grunts to add on top of what he was seeing and hearing on the screen. He laid back as he enjoyed the ecstasy of the machine that was hugging his pride while the piston below him was pumping inch after oh so good inch in and out of his tight ponut.
Meanwhile, he watched the Pegasus on the TV being humped by a sexy stallion while Caramel instantly can relate to what he was feeling that compelled him to make the pistons to go faster. He listened to the rhythmic presto tempo of the slapping of hips, the mind-numbing moans of the Pegasus and the comments from the other stallions of how delicious this scene was. Caramel watched as the stallion that was doing all the thrusting gave one last thrust, letting his seed into the one on the sling before pulling out, letting another have a go. Meanwhile, he felt the dildo shoot in a load of lubricant into his hole, letting out a satisfied grunt.
Caramel was feeling that increasing pressure that was building up inside of him, and he knows that he wasn’t going to last very long. With both instruments of hedonism working on him non-stop, he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. He kept his eyes open and focused on the tube that was sucking him in. Feeling his sack tightening, that electrical ecstasy rushed through his body as he felt his head flare and his tail pulsating before he gasped at his release.
He forced his eyes to watch one of the tubes that carried his milky white joy out from him and into the glass jar. But as he was experiencing his climax, a thought came to him: why not drive both machines even faster? So he slammed the buttons in which he convulsed in the chair. Even when his climax receding, he was screaming, not in pain but at the eye-rolling pleasure that pumped him faster, harder than before. He let his greed for stimulus take over his mind as he felt another build up for another orgasm, falling under the foggy spell of sex as he never knew before while the dildo shot in another shot of lubricant, making him feel fuller.
Before he knew it, he was climaxing again, and again, and again to the point where he couldn’t form words. It was as if he couldn’t stop from releasing shot after shot into the vacuum, sending him into eternal heaven in waves of something that was beyond joy. Sure, he could stop all of this if he wanted to… but maybe just in a few more minutes.
X_*_X
Caramel walked up to the desk in which the nurse sat, “All finished?” she asked with a smirk.
“I think I’m spent,” he replied, wiping the sweat off his brow. “I mean that thing was… wow…”
She laughed, “I know, that’s what most clients say. So I take it that you’ve left your donation in your room.”
Caramel nodded. “Yeah… and uh… I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to come back here as soon as possible.”
“But of course sir,” she smiled. “If anything, we encourage it as long as you stay healthy and disease free. So before I go get your jar, do you need anything else?”
“Water would be amazing right now.” After the nurse stepped out to give him a glass, she told Caramel to stay in the reception area to collect his sample while paging someone for clean-up. The nurse went downstairs towards the room where she left him to find the jar was indeed full, thinking to herself another satisfied client. After doing some quick tests to estimate how much bits to give Caramel, she rang up a check for him and returned to the lobby in which she presented it to him. “Here you go, Sir.”
The earth pony’s eyes widened, “Three-hundred-and-fifty! Holy Celestia, I didn’t think my sperm was worth that much.”
She giggled, “I hope that’s more than enough motivation to come back here again for another donation,” the nurse said as she winked at him.
“Oh, I definitely will. Although, I would need a couple of days since I’m pretty much spent.”
“Understandable, just be sure not to clop before you return, okay?”
Caramel promised that he won’t be doing that anytime soon, and with a simple thank you, he happily trotted out the door.
