Integration

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That Part Where Everypony Bangs
> This is That Part. <

‘Femme Fatale’ was apparently her full name. I honestly couldn’t have called that.

I paid no attention to my surroundings, and just laid there catching my breath. My body was brand new. Literally - as Femme explained, my body’s cells were that of a just-born foal. Of course, I had the age of a mature Stallion, but my cells had DNA that was fresh – hot off the presses, as it were.

If a doctor had thought to take a close look at the proteins, they would find that my DNA didn’t show the degradation a stallion of my apparent age would possess.

Thus, I might look like a fully-grown stallion, but would actually live one-and-a-half times as long. Go figure.

I looked up for a moment and saw Femme peering over my tired body. The catsuit-wearing mare just could not take her eyes off my colthood.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

She apparently realized what she was doing and promptly reeled herself in, refocusing on the task at hand.

“Guh- Err, Right. Moving on… So, there’s a few general things you need to know.”

She turned around and retrieved a book from a nearby metallic shelf.

“One: Study this. It has everything you need to know about Equestria – our resident species, neighboring kingdoms, historical periods – including our recent history as well.”

She floated the book over to me and I picked it up with my… hooves? Those will take some getting used to. The book had an ornate cover, but was oddly small for the information she said was inside it.

“You sure? This looks more like a contact book than a ‘Great Big Book of Everything’.”

“Pocket edition. It’s enchanted to automatically expand to its full size once you open it.”

“Riiiiight.”

I lifted the dinky little cover, and as expected, the book swelled to the size of a massive dictionary like one of those ‘Home-Growable Dinosaurs’. Good god, it was heavy. I promptly closed it, and it atrophied back to a more manageable form.

“And?”

“Aaaand that’s it. However, there’s one minor thing you won’t find in that.”

“Meaning what, exactly?”

“…You’re a Stallion. You see, in Equestria, mares like me outnumber you colts almost 30 to 1. Measures had to be put in place to ensure we don’t all die out. To that end, Celestia sanctioned the ‘Fucktoy’ Initiative. That’s not really what it’s called, but I like ‘Fucktoy’ better.”

“So what, Stallions are your sex slaves?”

“Oh no, dear! You misunderstand me. In each city in Equestria, there is an unmarked building with many rooms that are sound-insulated and specially built. The only identifier that the building is more than ordinary is the symbol representing colthood – a triangle pointed up. The Stallions of Equestria are expected to enter these buildings every Sunday and donate their… Erm… ‘Love Juice’. It's seen as a cultural obligation, even an honor!"

“The process is actually enjoyable, so I’ve heard. It also assists Stallions who are being driven wild by mares in heat or otherwise have ludicrously increased sex drive, preventing them from giving in to their base impulses. It also gives Equestria an alternative to the ‘slavery’ that frankly, we couldn’t bring ourselves to do."

“And if I think it’s gross and wrong?”

“You’ll get used to it. But I know that that’s not how you feel about it, honestly. Lyra gave me your psych Eval, and, as it turns out, your deepest fantasy is, and I quote-”

She levitated a familiar print-out and cleared her throat.

“To be strapped to a medical table, have a vacuum milking machine attached to my penis, and my balls emptied for hours on end.”

“… Does the Psych Eval really include that tidbit?”

“Oh yes. Yes… It… Doeeessss.”

She put a sensual and disturbing emphasis on the end of that sentence.

“In any case, though, that is more or less exactly what’s going to be done to you today, and on those many, many Sundays to come. You just need a training session for now on a machine identical to that found in the clinics. Alas, to my everlasting disappointment, that is not my job. That honor belongs to our trained team of Professional Lovers. First, though, I need to get you situated."

She unhooked me from the chair and led me back to the center of the room, the raised platform and 4 boots I saw earlier.

Oh. So that’s what that’s for.

“Step into the boots, if you would.”

I pushed my rear hooves into them first. The front halves clamped down onto them, seemingly triggered by my weight. I wiggled a bit, finding that the clamps were solid. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Aaand the front ones.”

Complying, I pushed my forehooves down into the last boots. Like the rear ones, they instantly slid back to trap me in place.

“The rear clamps are on a gimbal system. Once the procedure starts, your rear legs will be spread apart and a special support will rise up from the floor, cushioning your lower body. Then a sheath emerges from the form-fitting support, to start the process. Our standard ball-cups aren’t big enough for your… veritable grapefruits of testicles, so your partner will bring a flexible one. They’re not sturdy enough for prolonged use, mind you – but for this training session, they’ll do fine.”

She paused for a moment, apparently contemplating what to say next.

She was behind me at the moment, and I couldn’t see what she was doing. Apparently, she was staring at my balls.

“…Terribly sorry, but I… I just have to.”

“Have to whaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!”

With me completely immobilized, Femme Fatale apparently saw the chance to strike. Apparently, she could no longer contain herself, as I felt her tongue starting to lick my huge balls.

“Mmmph!” She vocalized, and sucked roughly on my left nut.

Before long, my turgid member erupted from its sheath, throbbing and pulsing with the fire of a solar flare.

She released her vacuum hold on my balls and stood up, apparently happy for the moment.

“Darn shame I can’t go any further. Oh well, after this is done, I’ll be in my bunk for a while.”

“Anyways, the two partners we have on staff today are War Shield and Nocturne - a stallion and a mare, respectively. Depending on your choice, I can have them both here for playtime… or just one. And no, ‘neither’ is not an acceptable answer.”

“Soooo, What… ahem, liaison do you want?” She said, obviously expecting an answer.

Choose your path wisely, Dear Reader...
Straight (Nocturne) | Gay (War Shield) | Bisexual (Nocturne, Fatale, War Shield)