The Sperm Factory

Chapters

1 Author's Note

Warning: The following story you are about to read is currently unedited and contains depictions of sexual acts described in detail. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.

This story contains: m/f, mares in heat, atomically correct anatomy, exhibitionism/voyeurism, group sex, gloryholes, oral, vaginal sex, multiple loads from other stallions, backlights, cum play, alcohol, drinking cocktails that contain semen, mechanical sex complete with penis milking, breathing in a narcotic gas for sexual purposes, mixing semen, cumtubes, dildos attached to sex machines, and of course, impregnation.

Do keep in mind, this is more of an experiment than anything. Doing something that I wouldn't normally do and to see if I could still pull it off.

1

If one were to look at the place known as “The Factory” from the outside, it might seem unremarkable. A place in the industrial part of Applewood where in the day it appears to be an abandoned factory with tall, corrugated fences that no one from the outside could see through. But at night, ponies would use the back entrances that were separated by sexes in areas where those entering could keep their identities hidden. And given what usually goes on, being anonymous is the main reason for such a place as this remains so popular.

It is a kind of place where the nicknames often give away what kind of establishment it really is. Names like, “Gloryhole Central,” “Fraternity Factory,” “Baby Maker R US,” or more popularly known as “The Sperm Factory.” A place where ponies pay some bits for however long they want to spend in there, provide a doctor’s note saying that they’re clean from any S.T.D’s, take a quick shower, and off they go to an orgiastic world of gloryholes.

What makes the place both controversial and appealing is that it’s one of the few sex clubs where condoms are not allowed. Everything there is all bareback. Hence why each client who pays must sign a contract, provide a doctor’s note along with some ID. As long as they provided these, ponies could do whatever they wanted in the factory.

Naturally, there are plenty of reasons why ponies go there. For stallions, it is a place where not only they could get some action, but it was cheaper than most brothels in Equestria. Usually, on most nights there were more than plenty of mares to choose from and they could do it as many times as they want until their time was up.

For mares, there are a variety of reasons why. While some have the same reason as the stallions, others go there in hopes to get impregnated in the funniest way possible. Even if they had protection via contraception pills or anti-fertility spells, mares go there for other motives from kinky sex, having all the stallions rutting them to cool their heat, or the occasional cuckolding where married couples enter to indulge in all sorts of naughty fun for an hour or so.

“I think it should be around here,” Carrot Cake said, looking at the hoofwritten directions.

“Are you sure we’re in the right part of town?” Cup Cake eyed the grim-looking concrete buildings as they walked underneath a lit streetlamp. “This looks like the kind of place where we might get mugged any second.”

“I’ve double-checked the map and Pinkie’s directions. We should be in the right place.”

“You know, that’s the one thing I didn’t get from her. How exactly did she know this place existed?”

Carrot looked up from the directions. “Honeybun, you do realize this is Pinkie we’re talking about, right? The same mare that somehow knows everypony’s birthday, anniversary, and even the flavor of cupcakes. I’d be shocked if there was anything she didn’t know.”

“But how does she know about…” She looked over her shoulder to make sure nopony was listening, “The uh… sex club?”

“Apparently, her talent to organize parties meant that she has to know all sorts of places that make the best fit. Including more adult-oriented things. At least, from what I could get out of her when she rambled on and on.”

“You don’t think she actually been to this place, has she?”

“Given how detailed these directions are, I think it just hints that she might have visited at least once.” There was an awkward silence between them before Mr. Cake started up with a blush. “So…”

“Hm?”

“You uh… really want to do this?”

“Do you?”

“I’m just well… curious about it is all.”

Cup chuckled, “Just curious?”

“…. Okay I… I want to do this, but I wasn’t sure how… well… you would react.”

“Your fantasy?” Cup smirked as she kissed him on the cheek. “Dearie, I love a good rutting as any mare. Still, I’m glad for Pinkie’s little slip-up.”

“Honestly, I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“The idea to have me play Pregnancy Roulette with a bunch of strangers? To have me be pumped up with so much baby batter from at least half a dozen stallions that might…”

Carrot trailed off, his beet-red face expressing the level of embarrassment.

Stopping for a moment, Cup put a hoof around his shoulders, “Honey, if you really don’t want us to do this, we won’t. And yes, I’m ready to have a foal. If you want, we can go back to the hotel and do it – just you and me. Either way, even if the foal turns out to be yours or someone else’s, we’ll still love and protect them as parents should.”

“What about you? Are you sure you’re okay with the idea that a bunch of strangers might get you pregnant?”

Cup laughed, “After all the experimentation in bed, you don’t think I would be a little bit opened minded for stuff like this. I thought that eventually, we might have invited somepony for sex – let alone several. But what about you? Are you comfortable of maybe getting off with other mares too?”

“…. I would be lying if the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. Although, before we find this place and go in, I do want one thing.” His wife asked what it is. “That as soon as we go in, we should figure out where the other is so I could at least put my seed in first before anyone else does.”

“If it’s all gloryholes, then how about this? If you think it’s me, knock three times. If I also knock back three times, then you’ll know it’s me.”

“That’s specific.”

“Then you’ll at least know it’s me.” Then with a sly smile, she added, “And you’ll know which stud is trying to get me knocked up as well.”

“And me?”

“Hm?”

“Would you have a problem if I uh… I mean, this place is bareback only and I would be free to…”

“You think you might get another mare pregnant?”

“I mean if that happens… well, we probably wouldn’t know about it, would we?”

“Dearie, we are going to a place to conceive a foal in the riskiest way possible. Don’t you think the mares and stallions there aren’t aware of this too?”

“Well, maybe I’m just overthinking this. I mean… if our foal turns out to have features that aren’t exactly my own, how do we explain that to them?”

“What a good parent should say,” Cup patted her husband on the back, “that family isn’t about being related by blood, but by a special bond where we take them in as our own. So even if you do get a mare or two pregnant, I’d bet they’ll be going in with this same sort of mindset.”

For a while, the two didn’t say anything as Carrot glanced back at the instructions and compared it to where they were. “I think we’re here.” He said, pointing across the street.

The couple looked to see a building that was a tall, brick building that looked that used to produce canned goods. In the dim streetlight, they could see the faded painting of a can that once advertised for something but has long chipped away. If they didn’t know any better, they wouldn’t take this place to be the location of a sex club if it weren’t for a few tale-tale signs.

For one, the entire roof was made from frosted glass that was made up of a series of triangles in a neat row that glowed in neon lights of blue and pink. Secondly, there were noticeable lines of excitable ponies that go in opposite directions towards alleyways which they assumed is where the entrances are. And third, on the side of the old factory were a small neon sign, also made of blue and pink lights that have three Xs.

“Wow,” Carrot gave a low whistle, “it’s a lot bigger than I thought. How would I know where you are?”

“Just remember the plan to knock three times, dear. If I knock back three times, that’s when you’ll know it’s me.”

“…. I just hope nopony gets to you first.”

“In the meantime, let’s go have some fun.” Cup winked.

“Oh! And how long should we be in there for? I know Pinkie said that you pay by the hour.”

After giving it some thought, Cup replied, “How about we aim for at least three hours. I’m sure both of us have enough bits for that. Then when we’re done, we meet up back here and then go to the hotel.”

Carrot looked over to the factory, and then, with a blush on his face said, “One more thing,” he then kissed her deeply. “No matter what happens, I love you.”

“I know,” Cup hugged him, “I love you too. Now, let’s go have some fun.”

Once they bid each other goodbye, the two separated towards the two lines. Both excited and nervous about what they might find within the factory.

If Cup Cake was being honest, this was a first for her. Not that she and her husband haven’t done anything so risqué before – since they got married, they have experimented on and off over what they could bond over. They tried out with certain outfits that would both make them feel sexy and desirable for the other. They research fetishes to see what stuck to them (that was, within reason of course). And sometimes they would gather their pornography to get each other off (as well to compare notes).

What was new for both husband and wife is that outside of that one three-way, this was technically the first orgy they were going to. First time to have at least half a dozen ponies in the same place to have sex with one another. On the one hoof, it was nerve-racking to do it with someone that isn’t her husband. But then again, her nether regions were getting pretty moist from the thought of it too.

While she waited to go inside, she did take a moment to look at the other ponies in the line she was in. All of them were mares. At a glance, they seem diverse in many ways. Some were thinner than see, while others have several more pounds on them than her. There were few that look as though they come from a wealthier side while others much less so. Some were gorgeous that Cup could swear they must have been on the cover of magazines while others were plain, average looking. In the air, there was some lively chatter in front and behind her, that talked about this and that. And, most noticeably of all, Cup could smell the tale-tale signs that a good chunk of them was in heat.

About ten or so minutes later, Cup followed the line as it turned sharply into an alleyway where there was a booth at the end. The kind one would see Infront of a movie theater, only the glass was completely blocked off by frosted glass with a hole down below where the taker would exchange bits from. On the right was a door that had a light that either shines green or red. When the light turned green, a mare would walkthrough. Then once she’s in, the door shuts, and the light turns red. Above the booth was a bright neon sign that illuminated the alleyway. It had a pink circle with three blue sperm cells swimming towards it.

At first, Cup Cake was a bit confused why the ticket booth had frosted glass in front instead of a one-way window. But the more she thought about it as she got closer, the more she realized that it was all meant for privacy. Both for those working at this place, and those who come to walk through that door. She wondered how the rest of the club might be considering the thoughtful approach for the workers here.

Eventually, it was her turn. So she went up to the booth where she heard from the other side. “Hi there,” said a mare’s voice. By the sound of it, she was young but had a perky tone in it that almost reminded her of Pinkie’s. “Welcome to the Sperm Factory, how long would you like your stay?”

“Well, uh… Hello uh… this is my first time for me so… I’m afraid I don’t know how this works.”

“Ooh! A newbie, huh? Alright so, just so you know, this is a sex club where we fully go bareback here which means there will be no condoms allowed. So since that is the case, do you have any medical proof that you don’t have any sexual diseases?”

“Oh yes, one moment,” Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a doctor’s note where she passed through the hole in the window.

The mare on the other side took it for a moment before passing it back. “Alright, that checks out. So, the rate to stay here is fifty bits by the hour. But we have a special where you could pay three hundred for the whole night.”

“No thank you, I want to stay for three hours please.”

“Okay, that’ll be a hundred and fifty.”

From her purse, she took out three bags worth of bits where each has fifty coins each. Passing them through the hole, the mares’ shadow disappeared for a moment before returning. “Okay, now I just need you to do one more thing.” She pushed a document and a pen out to her. “Just sign this, where I’ll give you a hoofband and you’ll be ready to go. Be sure to read it first before you sign.”

It wasn’t a long document. A single page of text that as she read it, her lips under her tail felt as though they were winking at some of the lines.

It read:

By signing this contract, you are acknowledging that:

You are at least 18 years of age.

You are healthy and free from any sexually transmitted diseases. A doctor’s note is strictly required.

You have the means, resources, and/or plan of paternity care in place as a result from the activities in the event of impregnation.

That you have agreed to pay to enter the establishment of your own free will, fully knowing ahead of time of what to expect and the possible outcomes to enter in. Furthermore, you’ve also agreed to the amount of time to spend in said establishment for the activities that happen.

Before you proceed with the activities within the establishment, you will use the showers before and after your time here.

You are fully aware that there are no condoms provided and there is no protection except for the mare(s) that have prepared themselves beforehoof.

That if you are injured and/or caught a disease, the entablement is not responsible for you.

In the event that you get impregnated by one or several partners; neither parties shall be held responsible nor will the establishment.

The establishment is not responsible for the relationship status of the client who signs this document.

That you will try to maintain your identity to be confidential.

By signing this contract, the establishment will agree to:

Allow you to spend however much time within by the amount you’ve paid by the hour.

To keep any and all indications of your identity confidential.

To make sure that the interior is safe and clean for all clients who enter.

To notify when your time is nearly up by giving a half an hour warning.

To only allow individuals who are healthy and free of sexually transmitted diseases by confirmation of a doctor’s note.

By signing your name and dating it, you’ve acknowledged you’re fully read this contract and you agree to partake in whatever activities within the establishment.

(Name) X _________________________________________

(Date (Month/Day/Year)) X ____/_____/_____

Picking up the pen with her teeth, Cup Cake signed her name and date it.

2

“Alrighty then!” the stallion from behind the frosted glass said as he took the contract and handed Carrot Cake a hoofband. It was the kind that ponies would get entering a rock concert where it’s sturdy enough to not fall apart if it got wet. The kind of band where one would need something sharp to get it off. On one side there was a number: 832. “Let me see you put it on first.”

Carrot took a moment to peel the wax paper and wrapped it around his right hoof, letting the sticky side seal it.

“Okay, you’re ready to go. Have fun.” The light above the door on his left turned green. “Next.” Going over to the door, Carrot pulled it open to find that it led to a locker room. It had a wall of small green lockers and the sound of running water with the voices of stallions chatting nearby. Carrot walked through the door and shut it behind him.

The first thing he did was to find a locker to put his hat and his wallet away. Once that was done, he found the showers with stallions tried to quickly bathe. Each took a bit of time to not just wash their manes but also make sure that their slowly unsheathing groans were washed. From the small sample, there were many males who were diverse. Some were as young as college students that talked about who can make a mare squirt first. Others were somewhat older than he was. There were even a few that were Zebras.

For Carrot, it was a surreal experience. Not just showering in the open with a bunch of stallions (in some ways it reminded him of high school), but with the thought that everyone that’s coming and going from the open shower could potentially impregnate his wife. It wasn’t hard to imagine as some of them were getting hard; even glancing at their dripping sacks under their tails that a few were bigger than he was. He thought how easily any of them could take turns pumping one load in after another to let their swimmers fertilize her egg… In a way, the thought made it easier to wash his crotch by the time he was through.

The shower lead towards another locker room where a stallion gave out fresh towels that exited out. Carrot, like the other stallions there, stayed in a tiled room with a drain in the middle to dry themselves off before they went out through a curtain where there was a basket of wet towels next to it. On top of the lively chatter, Carrot heard something that did catch his attention. Through the curtain, there was the sound of distant music – a trance-like techno beat that wasn’t too unpleasing to the ear. Along with a low underscore of pleasure-filled moans, rhythmic grunts, and ecstasy shouts of relief.

He didn’t have to guess what was happening. If anything, the echoing moans were arousing enough for some of the stallions that were drying off.

“First time here?”

“Huh?” Carrot looked over his shoulder. Nearby was a Zebra that was drying himself off. Though he was sitting on his hunches, he could tell right away that he was taller than he was. He guesses that he might have been at least ten years younger but had the body that an athlete would envy. Under his striped, short mane, there was a sparkle in his green eyes and a warm smile too.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around. First time?”

“Well, uh… yeah.” Carrot ran the towel through his mane.

The Zebra offered a hoof, “I’m Philani, what’s yours?”

“Carrot.” He shook his hoof. “Is this your first time?”

“At the factory? Oh no,” Philani laughed. “I try coming here every other week, but I can’t come too often since the prices are a bit high – but at least I’d get some nice pussy now and then.”

“I see.”

“You know, I ask that question whenever I see a new face at the factory,” Philani said as he moved the towel to his groin. Carrot looked at it to see that even though he wasn’t fully erect, the zebra’s member was on the larger end. Roughly as big as his wife’s biggest toys that he would pleasure her with on occasion. “It’s kinda interesting to see what kind of ponies that come here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like how often a mixed bag of ponies and such that come here. There are those that are from the nearby college that is here to lose their virginity. Others come here for the thrill of maybe getting a mare or two pregnant (that is if the mare is on the pill or whatever). Some come to cheat on their spouses while married couples come to play. So, what about you?”

“Oh. Well… my wife and I are here…” Carrot blushed as he further said, “to uh… hopefully get her to conceive.”

“No way!” Philani patted him on the back with a grin on his face. “Well, this place will certainly get ‘er knocked up. Trust me, this place has no shortage of baby batter, if you know what I mean.”

“I figured. How big is this place anyway?”

“Well, would you mind if I give you the grand tour?”

“Basically, the entire factory is split in two.” Said Nightshade. Although, Cup Cake wasn’t entirely sure if that really was her name. The mare she ran into from the showers seemed a bit younger than she was with a purple coat that reminded her of Morning Glory and a mane that was golden. She asked if she was new to the factory as she had never seen her before and then offered to give her a quick tour of the place. While they were drying themselves off, Cup blushed when she caught a glimpse of a bejeweled plug that was right under the mare’s dock.

Nightshade pulled the curtain aside to show a hallway that was lit up with pink and blue neon that zig-zagged overhead. On the other end of the hall, they can hear slapping flesh and mares moaning over the techno music playing.

“So, is it all gloryholes?” Cup asked.

“While there is a room that has that, not all of them are,” Nightshade replied. “With the exception of the Dark Room, most of the place is segregated between those who are plowing and those getting plowed, ya know?”

“What kind of rooms?” Cup tilted her head, “I didn’t know there was more than one.”

“Well, there’s the Dark Room, the Mounting Room, the classic Gloryhole Room, the-”

“Mounting Room?”

“Basically, it’s the same idea as the Gloryhole Room only it’s set up in a way where the stallions get to mount while we lay on these padded things… It’s kinda hard to describe. But anyway, there’s also the Oral Room (that one is self-explanatory), and there’s what I like to call the Nirvana Room.”

“What’s that?”

“Oh! That one’s popular. It’s really called the Machine Room, where it’s split into two. On top are a bunch of stallions who are basically getting milked by pumps that collect their sperm into these tubs that another machine mixes. While below, the mares pick out whatever dildo they want to be attached to a machine to would thrust in and out as fast and hard as they wanted. But here’s the best part! When someone cums, they press a button where it pumps out some seed from that tub that shoots right in. The perfect creampie! It can get intense but it’s a lot of fun.”

The very description of that room made Cup Cake feel her leg being drenched in her vaginal lubricant. “I… wow…”

“I know, right!” Nightshade smiled. “The rest of the rooms are just bars, little rest stops to clean yourself off, and some bathrooms here and there in case you need to go.”

“This is quite the setup.”

“Oh yeah. The Factory has recently opened to gay ponies on the weekends. But if you want though, the staff here is entirely made up of gay and lesbian ponies to help us out.”

“Why is that?”

“Partly so that most of the rutting you would get would be from the stallions. And partly so that if you needed… ya know… additional help like maybe a drink or a toy, or anything else, they would be right on it.”

“Good to know.”

Then rounding a corner, the first thing that Cup Cake saw was a large open space that looked futuristic in her mind. It was huge, almost as long as a city block where at least a hundred or so mares were illuminated in pink neon. From where Cup stood, there was a set of stairs that went down to an open space where there were bars on one end and the entrance to a room on the other. Except for one of the rooms, they were blocked off by a door and a sign overhead that had twisted neon that advertised what was inside. But instead of naming them, each sign bluntly showed what was inside with outlines of mares and stallions where the lights would go on and off. Giving the illusion that they were thrusting, humping, and sucking on the walls. In the very center was a circular area where the top and bottom were divided by glass where Cup can see the stallions that were hooked up to pumps, a glassy tub that was being filled and emptied by white semen, being distributed by tubes that ran down to the moaning mare’s underneath. Most noticeably the tub had a paddle that continuously turned the foal batter so those below would get a mixed array of swimmers being injected into them.

“W-Wow…” Cup’s jaw gawked over the layout of the factory.

“I know right?” Nightshade laughed. “Worth the price of admission, eh?”

“It’s overwhelming, I’ll tell you that.”

“Best part of this place, all the drinks, and stuff are free. Even some aphrodisiacs and stimulants to help you go on and on for hours.” She patted Cup on the back, “So what are ya gonna do go for first?”

“Well… I did promise my husband I would try to find him where the gloryholes are first.”

“Your hubby’s here too!” Nightshade grinned, “Ooh, kinky. You think I can get him to cum in me?”

“Why? Are you trying to get pregnant too?”

“Nah, I just want to get filled up as much as possible tonight.”

“…. That makes two of us.”

3

Carrot had never seen anything like this, not even in the most wildly debauched pornos that he and his wife own. Underneath the blue neon lights, he followed Philani into the Gloryhole Room were out in the open, stallions were either humping away or teasing a mare through a padded hole in the wall. The space he walked in was shaped like a horseshoe that extended to two floors that curved in a half oval. He noticed right away that the holes that weren’t occupied were covered up by a curtain or had a mare’s flank spread out for whoever might claim it. Each hole had a pair of handlebars to grasp on, along with a bottle of lubricant attached to the wall.

“See any you wanna start with?” Philani asked.

“I… I don’t know, there’s so many.”

“Take your pick and show the mares a good time. Now if you excuse me,” the Zebra eyed a hole where a Pegasus just had an orgasm in a nearby mare. “That’s my cue. I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, you too.” Carrot watched as Philani went over to the hole where the Pegasus had pulled out, his seed leaking out from the mare he just used. Then, licking his lips, the zebra proceeded to lap up the semen while stroking himself.

For a while, Carrot wondered about the two floors, knocking on each curtain drawn hole in hopes to find his wife in all of this. As he did so, he noticed that along with the rutting ponies, there were a few stallions that were dressed in silky vests that went about asking if they needed anything. Carrot supposed that these were the staff that Philani had mentioned when they walked in. He even saw a few giving the guests a thorough licking at their ponuts before giving their last few pumps.

Then, after knocking on one of the empty holes three times, he heard three knocks back. Which could only mean, “Honeybun, is that you?”

The little curtain parted slightly where it showed Cup’s face. “Isn’t this place crazy or what?”

“It’s a lot wilder than I thought it would be.” Then after a pause, Carrot asked, “So… do you really want to do this? In front of so many strangers? If this is too much, we can always get out of-”

Cup’s face ducked out of view before Carrot could finish. At first, he wasn’t sure what she was doing until the curtains parted open for her to press her winking, tear-drop-shaped vulva at him. It was clear that this was something she wanted.

Taking in a deep breath, he glanced over at the other stallions before sighing, “Alrighty… we’re really doing this.”

Naturally, he couldn’t just plunge right in. This was Cup Cake, after all, knowing her, she would like to be prepped first. Getting closer, he can smell the pheromones that indicated she was in season to have a foal being put into her. The sideways lips were a bit puffer than usual, and with his breath, he can tell how sensitive they were from how it winked at him. And in the blue neon light, he can see a sliver of pre that was starting to leak out.

Licking his lips, he tapped on the side of the hole to give his wife the hint that he was gonna start. Sticking out his tongue, he gave a playful lick across her slit. He could imagine that Cup on the other side was shuttering as he traced the very tip of his tongue around the lips until he got down to her pulsating clit. With a smirk, he planted a wet kiss on it that he heard a noticeable kick from behind the wall. Yet, it gave the desired effect that her juices were starting to really leak out. But he wasn’t quite finished yet. Stretching his tongue as far as he could go, he probed and wiggled around his wife’s slit. Trying to pry it just a little for the main event.

With every lick, every drop of that salty juices of his wife, and his nose being so close to those hot, heavenly scents of heat, Carrot got further aroused. The cloud of erotic excitement made if forget that other ponies were watching. But as soon as he was giving his wife’s lower lips a deep, sideways Prench kiss – he could care less if they were looking. He could feel the blood that was rushing down to let his penis hang out and grow stiffer and longer. Carrot didn’t stop eating out his wife until he felt the noticeable slaps against his belly that he knew they were ready.

Normally when they do it, especially when his wife was in heat, this would be the point where he would put on a condom before rutting her senseless. But this time, it was different. This time he would be the first of who-knows-how-many to burry as far into her as possible unprotected where it could lead to a pregnancy.

Stepping away for a moment, he can see that Cup was ready. So rearing up on his hindhooves, he grasped one of the handlebars with one hoof and held his erection with the other. An ebony, fleshy tube that hasn’t flared yet, he considered himself roughly average size but was just girthy enough to make Cup feel herself being spread apart. He moved a little so that he was lined up with her winking slit. Rubbing the tip up and down, massaging those wet lips that radiated a pleading warmth that invited him inside.

‘Gods, I love you, honeybun.’ Carrot thought before slowly pressing himself forward. He watches as he felt his crown spreading those soft, warm but strong lips apart. Trying to get himself in, to get himself a little bit deeper than- the first few inches slid right through. Letting out a relieved sigh, he studied himself for a moment to grasp both handlebars before he started to rock his hips. No matter how many times they had sex; Carrot is always amazed at how almost virgin-tight his wife is. How oh so warm and inviting she was when he got into her; how deliciously wet; how soft yet elastic she is when she clenches down on him as though he was being milked. It was always a joy for him when he got deeper and deeper into his wife were just as he slipped past his mid-ring that he reached her cervix that kissed his whole crown.

Now as deep as he could go, he paused for a moment to enjoy what could be the only time he would have access to her tonight. He knew that once he was done, others will be in her as well. In a place where stallions come in all different shapes and sizes, he could just imagine those that might be longer than he would try to stuff themselves or maybe thrust in and out desperately like an animal. That thought alone made him throb hard inside her.

Maybe he was more comfortable about this multiple insemination thing than he thought.

Pulling himself out about halfway Carrot repositioned his hindlegs a bit before he started to thrust himself back in. Though he started moderately at first, the tantalizing slick, warm vagina that wrapped around his flesh begged him to give in to his instincts. When he found that penetration had little resistance did he move his hips faster. At that point, he wasn’t just making love to his wife, but rutting her with the desperation of a wild animal. Carrot felt his heart pounding, and his pleasure become clouded with every pull and push.

Everything about this experience just screamed erotic in all his senses. The blue neon that showed the shine of his cock every time he withdrew; the taste of his wife’s juices that was still on his tongue; the musky, stallion scent of sweat and fresh semen with the rich, pheromone bouquet of mares in heat with a splash of their orgasms; the complicated sound of grunts, moans, and shouting, all to the tempo beating of flesh and hypnotic electric music; and the slickness of a mare’s vaginal walls.

Carrot knew that at this rate, he wasn’t going to last. He could feel his flare getting tighter inside of Cup. And though he wished that he could go just a bit longer, this might be the only chance he’ll get to impregnate his wife. So, shutting his eyes he thrust harder, with irregular strokes and pumps as he raced towards that blissful finishing line.

All it took was a few last pumps as his glands expanded towards the limit. With one final thrust to get himself buried as deeply as he could, his flare poked right up against her cervix while his balls contracted. And then, Carrot gave out a low grunt as he felt the first shot of cum rushing out of him and straight into Cup’s womb, then another, and another. He poured load after load into her, what might be the first of billions of swimmers that will race to fertilize.

“Mmm, nice one.”

“Huh?” In his post-orgasmic bliss, he looked over to see Philani there, stroking himself from the shining juices of another mare. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, just edging myself.” He said, his hoof gliding between his mid-ring and his flare. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Just… o-oh… give me a second.” While Carrot was coming down from his heavenly high, he waited for his flare to shrink enough so that he could pull out. But he didn’t do so right away given how sensitive he still was where he inched his way out until he fell over on his hindquarters with a noticeable Pop! He saw in front of him his wife’s vulva had a noticeable drop of his seed.

“I’m not going to last too long,” Philani stepped in Carrot’s place as he reared up to aim his member towards Cup’s leaking vulva. In seemingly no time at all, he found the spot and pushed in. Though she was loosening up, Carrot’s saw the zebra clenched his eyes when he popped right in. “Oh fuck she’s tight!”

From underneath, Carrot got a front-row seat of a stallion burying himself into his wife. He could do nothing but watch as Philani slipped and thrust as far as he could go, his heavy sack already started to contract and his tail raising up. It didn’t last too long, however, when after thrusting for about half a minute, Philani buried himself as deep as he could go. Carrot saw Philani’s euphoric face while his tail twitched with every pump of seed that too shot right into his wife’s most private depths.

It was the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

Philani held there for about a minute, panting in his afterglow before he pulled out from her. With the bulging flare popped out, a very noticeable leak escaped from those winking lips. Carrot was sure that if his load didn’t impregnate her, it sure did now.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Philani asked, “So… that’s your wife, huh?” Carrot nodded. “You’re really lucky, you know that?”

“Yeah.” Carrot nodded, “I don’t think I can go again for a while.”

“Same,” Helping Carrot back up to his hooves, he said, “wanna grab a drink at one of the bars here?”

After the first three rounds, Cup needed a break. The first round with her husband was lovely though she wished he could have gone a little bit longer. The second that immediately came after felt a lot bigger and more intense, yet he didn’t last too long. But, then again he did leave quite the load into her that made her nearly full already. And the third took his sweet time on her, but she was rewarded with a climax when the mystery stallion played with her clit and later was given another load into her.

Still, as much as she needed a break, she didn’t feel she was done quite yet. Though she did prefer to at least clean herself up a bit before doing anything else. Walking out of the Gloryhole Room with her folds and legs running wet and sticky, she spotted a nearby area where one of the staff members that were cleaning several mares up. A round, shallow hole that was covered in titles with a shiny pole sticking out from the middle where several hoses with an attached showerhead stood out like a willow tree. Mares sat around the edge with their legs spread while staff members went around to spray them with water before drying each off.

Seeing an opening, Cup carefully stepped over to take a seat next to a few other mares that she had never seen before. To her left was a unicorn that seemed older than her but had an aristocratic sort of demeanor about her. On her right with a staff member cleaning her cum-dripping lower lips was a Pegasus whose wings were fully spread out, clearly enjoying the treatment.

The staff who was cleaning the mare looked up at her, “I’ll be with you in a minute, ma’am.”

Cup told her to take her time.

“Are you new?” Cup turned to the unicorn that spoke to her. She had her back against the tiled wall, eyeing her with dark sapphire eyes. In the light, Cup can make out that the mare had a coat that was a light gold like freshly made vanilla cake with a Carmel-like mane that she parted back against her head.

“Yes? Why?”

“Hm, same. In a way, this is my first time here as well and I’d say that it’s worth every bit getting in here.”

“It’s certainly wild. But to be fair, this is the first time I’ve ever been in a sex club.” Then after a beat, Cup offered a hoof, “I’m Cup, by the way.”

The mare shook her hoof, and after a moment, as though she was composing a lie, she said, “Call me Camile. It’s not my real name, of course. And yes, this club is more intense than I thought it would be. But I’m not complaining about the all-you-can-rut buffet.” Camile patted over her stomach and, after a beat asked, “So, where are you from?”

“Ponyville.”

“Manehattan. A long way off, I know but then again, I don’t think any place could remotely compete with this.”

“I see. So are you here for the fun of it?”

“That, and I’m here for revenge.”

This surprised Cup. “What are you- ohh!” She was taken aback when she felt a splash of warm water on her privates.

“Sorry ma’am,” the staff member said. “I should have given you a warning. But just relax and I’ll get this done in no time.”

“Take your time dearie,” Cup told her, letting the showerhead both massage and clean her.

“As I was saying,” Camile said, “This is my way of getting back at my husband that hasn’t so much as touched me down there for several years.”

“Oh dearie, I’m so sorry to hear that,” Cup said, trying to contain her moans. “But is this really the best way to-”

“It’s not that I didn’t try anything else, of course, I did. We went to marriage counselors; I’ve tried talking directly to him, but the idiot keeps brushing it off. Even when I pretty much put a neon sign in our bedroom that blatantly said, ‘Come fuck me, big boy!’ you know what he did? He told me to take it down because it’s an eyesore. I swear, either he’s completely clueless or maybe he’s gay for all I know. But this place will show ‘em! That if he won’t so much as give me a rub down there, then all these stallions would do it for me.”

“That seems a little over the top if you ask me.”

Camile rolled her eyes. “At least I’m having more fun than tonight than I did in years. But you can call me a major bitch all you want; I’m not apologizing for any of this. Trust me, he deserves this.” Then after a beat, she asked. “So, what are you in for?”

“To put it bluntly, I’m hoping to get pregnant.”

“Let me guess, your hubby won’t do the job either?”

“First off, rude. And secondly, it was our idea. He’s here too.”

This got a raised eyebrow from Camile. “So, you’re both here, fully knowing that you might get pregnant by other stallions while he might be doing the same to other mares – and you’re both fine with it?”

“Why not, if you’re fine with cheating on your husband this way, then let us be fine with getting a foal this way.”

“Why not? To each their own, I guess.” Just then, Cup felt the showerhead move away, and she was being dried off. As this was happening, Camile then added, “So what do you plan on doing next?”

“Well, I want to rest a bit since I got another… Two hours? An hour and a half I think?”

They heard the staff member that cleared her throat to get their attention. “If I may? I do have a suggestion about that.” She pointed towards the sex machines in the center of the factory. “If you want to end the night, I highly recommend the Nirvana Room. I hear that it’s the perfect place where you can have multiple orgasms, one after another while being stuffed with enough cum to make you pregnant several times over.”

“Is it even safe?” Cup asked.

“Well while the stallions are getting milked dry, you would have complete control since they're buttons that will you go at your own pace. That, and you get to choose the dildo – if that helps.” A moment later, the mare had finished drying her before moving on to Camile.

Getting up, Cup eyed the vat of semen with the paddle continuously turning and mixing an uncountable number of swimmers before going down the cum tubes to be injected into dozens of moaning mares. It was indeed a tempting offer that made her lower lips become slick just by thinking about it. However, she still felt that she would need a break before she could do that. Besides, a drink from one of the bars can’t hurt.

4

“So how come you’re okay with it?” Philani asked after he downed the rest of his drink.

“What?”

“I mean you being okay with having your wife play pregnancy roulette? Most husbands I know would be up in arms if they found out their wives got impregnated by someone that isn’t them. So why are you?”

Carrot traced his hoof around the rim of his cocktail. “Kinda personal question to ask somepony that you’ve just met.”

“Well, you are in a sex club. That, and you brought it up in the first place. I’m just curious to know is all.”

“Fair enough,” Carrot sipped on his drink. “It’s been a fantasy of mine, if I’m being honest. My wife and I have quite the active sex life where we try to do it at least once or twice a week – depending on what’s going on.”

“Sure,” Philani nodded.

“Lately we’ve started to open up about… you know… what we want from sex and how we might each other feel good. We’ve been going through whatever pornos we have to clop to together. My honeybun, bless her, is a lot more open-minded when it comes to sex. Like having tried anal for the first time.”

After a beat, Philani asked, “For her or for you.”

“…. Yes.” Carrot took another sip. “But until recently, I’ve had this fantasy where her womb would be stuffed full of cream pies. Not just by me, but by lines of other stallions. Being dumped load after load to the point that her vagina would run streams of white down her legs. Even more exciting is the thought that any of them, having put trillions and trillions of swimmers could fertilize her egg.”

“In other words, you have an impregnation fetish.”

“More or less.” Carrot waved his hoof a bit. “And the thing is, we really do want to have a foal – we think we’re ready for one at least. But to be honest, I’m more surprised that my wife wants to do it. I thought she would throw me in the oven for even suggesting it but – nope! Not only is she willing but she’s excited by the prospect.”

“I guess it all depends on the mare, ya know? Like the mares that are on the other side of that wall probably have their reasons for being here. Somewhat to get pregnant while others just want an all-you-can-fuck buffet. Me? I’m a single guy that wants to have sex.”

“I suppose that makes sense.” After drinking the last of the cocktail, Carrot said, “Well, I’ve got plenty of time to kill. So… any suggestions?”

“Well, if I were you, I’d save the Nirvana Room for last. But my personal favorites are the Mounting Room and the Dark Room. One is kinda like the Gloryhole room but more easy access. The other is a little more hooves on, but at least in there you actually get to meet the mares before giving any of them a good dicking.”

Thanking him, Carrot got up from the bar as he felt that he could still go again, but this time he weighed his options. On the one hoof, the Mounting Room was close by, so he went over to peek through the entrance. In that room it had about a dozen or so mounts that had a padded covering on top – something like a couch – with a hole cut out in one side where stallions humped away. The room was bathed in that bright neon blue light, Carrot saw that the room was nearly crowded with groups of stallions gathered around each mount. Stroking themselves as they waited for their turn. When one had hilted to give it the last few pumps, another would climb up to start rutting as soon as he pulled out.

As tempting as it was, he also wanted to see what the Dark Room was like. The first thing he saw there were a pair of bouncers standing guard that, before he could enter, was asked to see his hoofband. Lifting it up, one of the bouncers picked up a lamp that had a blacklight on it where it twisted around to find a black stripe that Carrot didn’t notice before. Under the dark purple light, it turned a deep violet color. With a nod, he was welcomed in, parting a thick black curtain.

The first thing that Carrot noticed as he entered inside was the lighting. All the lights were blacklights that changed color inside the room. Carrot looked down to see his yellow coat and orange tail had turned lime green and peach yellow. Which he thought was a clever way to help disguise ponies but intermingle at the same time. Then looking around, he saw a large, open-aired room where there were two walls that had two floor-to-ceiling mirrors, he looked out to a space that had beds, lounge chairs, and boxes where mares and stallions humped in the open in an orgiastic fervor. There was more of a party atmosphere in this room where the ponies all around him seemed to celebrate the pleasures of the flesh.

It was a sight to see. Some were paired up in twos, others in threes or fours at a time that let out a primal chorus of lust. Moans and slaps, grunts and humps almost drown out the techno music. In nearly every direction he saw some suck or lick someone’s privates while others tried to use every accessible hole available to get off. And because the entire room was bathed in a blacklight, all the colors shifted to various shades and hues purples, oranges, greens, and, most noticeable of all, the bright neon blueish splatter of semen that glowed. The latter of which Carrot noticed tends to show splatters from the flanks of mares, the undersides of stallions, and some had some traces on their maws. Yet, even in this orgy, it isn’t as messy as he thought. Dotted here and there, a few of the staff were on hoof to help clean up. When a floor, a bed, or some other piece of the furniture is empty and the guest had left a drip or puddle of semen behind, they immediately do what they can to clean it up as quickly as possible before the next set of ponies claims it as a spot to play on. In Carrot’s mind, it was impressive as the room was a perfect balance between sloppy sex and careful hygiene.

Taking the stairs to go down to the ground floor, Carrot wondered if his wife had been here or perhaps, might be somewhere among the chorus of orgasms and sighing reliefs, and didn’t know it. Yet, this spectacle of rutting and the complex sent of musk and vaginal juices made his own member poke out again. It was a matter of what he should do next. Despite being busy, there were in nearly every direction opportunity here and there – yet there was one part of the room that drew his attention.

He saw three stallions circling around a mare who was suspended off the ground by a swing made from straps that glowed a shade of deep purple. Getting a closer look, he saw the mare was being spit-roasted on both ends where each stallion gripped on the straps to swing between them back and forth. It was hypnotizing to watch as the mare in the middle, laying on her back and her head tilts back took one stallion’s cock – a unicorn – into her mouth while on the other end a Pegasus’s penis was being pulled away from her vulva, and then pulled the other way. In the middle, another unicorn stroked his shaft slowly as though he was waiting for his turn. In the light of the blacklight, Carrot could see that around the mare’s nethers were coated in a slick blue substance with a noticeable puddle underneath. Meaning that this mare has been rutted a few times before he got there.

It was quite a sight to see. So much so, that he felt himself getting fully hard again. Going up to the swing, he asked, “Excuse me, could I probably go next when you’re done?”

The Pegasus grunted, “G-Give me a minute… Mmph… I’m nearly there.”

Looking over to the unicorn that was masturbating in the middle of all this, he asked. “I take it you want to have her…” Carrot pointed towards the humping Pegasus.

“Nah, I’m waiting on her mouth.” He said, “You can have her pussy.”

“Oh… well thanks.”

As Carrot waited for his turn, he sat on his hunches, gently stroking himself while watching the other two stallions spit roast the mare on the swing. He even got a good look at the mare as well. Under the blacklight, a unicorn was glowing green that was about a shade or two darker than his. Compared to his wife, she was more on the slender side. Yet, had a pair of hind legs that looked as though could have been a model for a porn magazine.

Then, about a minute later, the unicorn hilted in the mare’s mouth, his face scrunched up, letting out a deep moan that Carrot could swear he could see a bulge of his flare in the mare’s throat. Then about a moment or so later, the Pegasus on the other too gave the last few pumps, his tail twitching with every load he shot into the womb, all the while letting out a relieved sigh. After catching their breaths, the stallions pulled away from both ends. The mare in the middle coughed slightly while her tear-shaped vulva leaked a flowing, gooey filling that glowed bright blue in the blacklight.

“Are you okay?” Carrot asked.

Breathing through her nose, the mare swallowed the load in her mouth before speaking. “Uh-huh. I’m alright.” She shook her hips, with each sway cradling the swing she was on. “But I think I want another round before I get down. So…” Her horn glowed where her magic spread out her puffy lower lips slightly, letting the semen from previous stallions run down her taint, circling around her ponut where it dripped onto the floor. “Can someone please give me one more load from this end?”

Carrot’s erection slapped against his belly. His instincts guiding him, he got up to walk over to one end of the swing while the other unicorn that had been waiting went to rear up, taking hold of the straps while guiding his pulsating cock towards her maw. Carrot stood up on his hind legs, gipping onto the mare’s hind legs for support to keep her still enough to have his glans be lined up to her slopping wet vulva. At first, Carrot didn’t enter in right away, teasing the mare with the crown by rubbing it up and down, coating it in the slick, glowing mess of previous orgasms while the other stallion found his mark and slid in past her lips.

Feeling that he probably teased the mare long enough, Carrot pushed in – finding that there was little resistance. It certainly felt different compared to Cup, though this mare wasn’t as tight, she was unbelievably slick from all the baby batter that lubricated her walls. Yet, as he buried himself further and further, he found it that it felt hotter somehow that wrapped his fleshy rod. In a couple of thrusts where he hilted as far as he could, he felt his balls were getting covered with other stallion’s cream pies.

Before Carrot knew it, the unicorn across from him started to rock the mare underneath them. Slow at first, that every time Carrot felt that warm, slippery pussy drew about halfway out, and the unicorn would get his dick deepthroated; it was then followed by a fully warm embrace back inside while the other was pulled out halfway. It didn’t take long as Carrot gently bucked his hips every time the mare swung his way with a satisfying slap. Closing his eyes, he envisioned Cup in a contraption like this. That while he pushes and pulled his throbbing member from her dripping slit, Cup would be blowing someone else on the other end.

At some point, Carrot wanted to go faster so he thrust harder to make the swing go faster with longer, more powerful thrusts. This time underneath him he can feel the mare’s fleshy tunnel contract and spurt. Was the mare underneath him having an orgasm or was it from the oceans of semen that nearly filled her full? He didn’t know. But being consumed in a fog of lust, it didn’t matter just how good this all felt.

He had a thought that if Cup was enjoying this as much as he was, he wondered, perhaps, if it might be possible to do something similar back in Ponyville? If not a club then maybe, they could invite other ponies now and then. Who knows? Maybe someone like Pinkie could join in their fun occasionally?

Before he knew it, Carrot could feel that he was getting closer to his climax. He could feel it in his balls in how they were starting to tighten up and yet, more sensitive with the gooey batter that dripped from it. His glands were flaring it, making the mare underneath him all the tighter and tighter, bumping up against her cervix. He thought about maybe pulling out and spraying his load out, painting the mare with his seed.

However, before he could do that, he felt somepony on his flanks, pushing him forward. “No, keep it in,” he looked over his shoulder, it was the same Pegasus that had plowed the mare before him. “Get it deep as you can.”

Not that he could do otherwise. He couldn’t control himself as he felt that he was on the very edge. Being pressed right up, hip to hip, Carrot gave the last few thrusts until he finished inside the mare. His crown flared at its fullest, he felt the powerful, euphoric waves as he felt his penis let out rope after rope into the already stuffed womb. Mixing in his load in with who knows how many others. A small part of him was overjoyed that his billions of swimmers might have a chance to possibly impregnate this mare – that is, if she hasn’t any kind of contraceptives beforehoof.

Across from him, the other unicorn was reaching his peak as well. Held the mare’s maw like a sex toy as deeply as he could as he injected his cream down her throat. But a moment later after catching his breath, he pulled out of her mouth where the mare looked up, swallowing.

“Hey, buddy,” the Pegasus that pushed him into the climax tapped Carrot’s shoulder. “You mind pulling out?”

“Uh… s-sure,” Carrot nodded, his shaft sensitive as he carefully pulled out where his flare popped out, letting a stream of cum flow out.

“Thanks,” the Pegasus licked his lips before kneeling in front of her winking lower lips. “You full enough, dear?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” The mare nodded, “Now be a good hubby and clean me up.”

“Gladly,” the stallion smiled as he planted a sideways kiss on her vulva, licking up the running semen from his wife.

For Carrot, if the light was normal, his head would have been glowing crimson red. Making his wish that he could do something like that to Cup the next time they have sex. Still, he felt that once again, he would need another break before spending his last hour at the club.

5

Feeling rested up and just a touch tipsy from her drink, Cup Cake felt like she could go for another round again. Only… which room should she visit next? She felt that given the positive talk about the Nirvana Room, she took the advice to save it for last. However, given that there’s still a limited amount of time, she narrowed down her options.

For one, she wasn’t going to go for the Oral Room as the whole point of coming to this club was to get impregnated. So that just left the Black Room or the Mounting Room. The former looked interesting from the glimpses she saw from the parted curtains every time someone went in and out. Just one big unapologetic orgy under blacklights that would be wild but staring at the lights felt that they were giving her a headache just by looking at them.

Then there was the Mounting Room.

Walking in, the first thing Cup noticed was how brightly lit it all was in the hot pink neon light where she could see the layout was more unique compared to the other rooms. On the ground floor, there is a more laid-back lounge room sort of vibe where there were a few round couches that encompass around a pillar. Some mares sat on these sunken couches sipping on cocktail glasses while others slowly rubbed their clitorises out in the open – as though they were waiting for something. On top of the lively chatter, there were also the sounds of happy moans and slapping flesh that confused her at first until she looked up to find the source. As it turned out, these pillars weren’t such as all, but pedestals of sorts where they’re raised and lowered by a hydraulic system. Looking up, she saw mares that were raised past the ceiling into a space where they were getting rutted from. None of them were standing while this was going on but rested on padded mounts. Cup could see dozens of mare’s faces, many of whom showed pleasured and orgasming. Every so often when a mare had enough, she pressed a button on the ceiling where she was lowered back to ground level and a staff member helped them off.

“Raspberry Stud?”

Cup blinked when she turned to a mare that held up a tray of cocktail glasses that were filled with what looked like pink milk that had a few raspberries floating on top.

“I suppose so,” the mare handed her a glass, “what’s in it?”

“A specialty within the Mounting Room. It has two ounces of vodka, a cup of fresh milk, an ounce of Crème de Framboise, and about… one to two teaspoons of fresh semen. Oh, and some raspberries for garnish.”

Cup blinked, “That’s a thing?”

“Only in the Factory. Can I get you a seat somewhere?”

“A seat?”

“While you wait to go up, of course.” She tilted her head upwards, hinting at the rutting above them.

Thinking that it would be fun, Cup agreed and she was shown over to a sunken couch where two other mares chatted while sipping on the naughty cocktails. On the left was an earth pony mare that seemed a bit older than she was and had a short manecut that she thinks might be orange with a green coat. To the right was a younger Pegasus – the youngest looking by far – whose coat and mane was a little harder to tell in this light for she was either white or pink. But given how the room was bathed in neon pink it was hard to tell. In Cup’s mind, the latter mare resembled Pinkie if she had a long mane and was graceful as Fluttershy’s.

“Excuse me, are either of you going to go up next?” Cup Cake asked as she took her seat next to them.

“We have already gone.” The older mare said, “Given the studs upstairs, we needed a break.”

The younger mare reached out a hoof to her, “Hey there, you can call me Vix.”

“Cup,” she shook her hoof back. “And you are?”

“You can call me Ms. Bee.” The older mare sipped her drink. “Have you tried these drinks?”

Even though Cup was feeling a touch tipsy already, she figured just a tiny sip to taste wouldn’t hurt. Letting some of the milky liquid on her tongue it tasted like… well, like a raspberry shake that had a touch of a salty aftertaste that enhanced the sweetness of the drink. “That’s not bad at all. And it actually has-”

“Stallion cum? Yep.” Vix nodded while taking another sip from her glass. “It’s kinda a… what do you call it? A gimmick for this room. Where every night they have a different cocktail where it has semen as an ingredient. All straight from the source, of course.”

“Where did…” Cup was about to ask, but a loud orgasmic shout from above suddenly answered her question. “Oh… never mind.”

“Rumor has it that the stallions upstairs have something similar.” Ms. Bee said. “That instead of their drinks having semen, theirs has marecum in it. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it is.”

“I see…”

“So, while we’re waiting for your turn,” Vix set her glass aside. “Mind telling us a bit about yourself?”

“Like why I’m here or…”

“Sure thing.”

“Well, I… I don’t know how unusual it is in a club like this but I’m here with my husband. And we’re hoping that I might get uh… pregnant as a result.” Cup said with a blush.

“Oh yeah?” Vix raised an eyebrow as a grin spread across her face. “Got any loads in ya already?” Cup nodded and Vix raised her hoof-to-hoof bump her, “Nice!”

Returning the gesture, Cup bopped her hoof against hers.

“Funny you should mention that” Ms. Bee commented, “we were just talking about how I would be doing the same thing next month. Playing pregnancy roulette so I can have a foal.”

“Are you married?” Cup asked.

Ms. Bee shook her head. “No, but I really do want a kid as soon as I put enough savings to raise one. Which I’m getting close to my goal. If things go well, I would stop taking my contraceptives a week before the big event and get one of the stallions to impregnate me.”

“Honestly, I’m not ready for that yet.” Vix said, “Currently I’m in college with my coltfriend, so we couldn’t afford to have a foal anyway. We just want to have some fun with other ponies before we get serious.”

“I don’t follow.” Cup blinked, “How do you have a coltfriend but not-”

“We have an open relationship. As long as you let the other know what’s going on and they’re fine with it, we can sleep with anypony. Though tonight’s special.”

“How come?”

Pointing upwards towards the pillar, Vix said, “Because up there, my coltfriend as his friends from college are right over our heads. Nearly every sports team is up there letting off some steam. I hear that some of them are – or maybe – were virgins. And let me tell you, the pounding they give is to die for.”

“She’s not lying.” Ms. Bee’s free hoof trailed down to her lower lips where she parted them to show a glob of semen leaking out. “I’ve got five loads in me from them and already I’m getting full.”

Just then, there was a mechanical sound coming from the pillar that noticeably started to sink into the floor.

“Looks like you’re up next.” Ms. Bee remarked as their eyes turned to the very top. From it, a mare that Cup Cake recognized as Nightshade – the same one whom she ran into when she first entered the Factory – was lowered down to their level. Her face was reddened, she was panting and sweating as though she had run a marathon. She was resting on top of a padded mount where her hind legs quivered. Cup could see that Nightshade’s tail was cropped up that exposed her winking vulva that pulsated spirits of seamen that ran down her thigh and pooled at the base of the mount.

As soon as the mount was lowered to their level, one of the staff came over to her to help Nightshade off the mount while giving her a quick cleanup of her backside before resting her down on the couch. Cup Cake got up, but the staff said to her, “Could you wait a minute, ma’am? I still got to make sure this is clean up a bit before you get on.” She watched as she used her horn to mop up and sterilize the mount, even drying it before turning back to Nightshade to offer her to get her a drink.

“Hey… I know you…” Nightshade said to Cup after catching her breath. “How’s your night?”

“Going alright,” Cup looked up at the hole where the mount was. “Tell me, how intense is it up there?”

“Near non-stop fucking, to put it bluntly. Once you’re up there, you’re on board the rutting train where as soon as one has cum inside, another would immediately take his place. It’s awesome.”

Feeling that she might down the rest of that cocktail, after all, Cup took a gulp, set the drink aside, and climbed up the mount. It wasn’t too tall, but enough that she could walk over and rest over it. All things considered, it was pretty comfy with its faux leather covering over memory foam. She saw that on the platform two buttons had arrows pointing up and down. It didn’t take her long to figure out what they were for.

“Wait ma’am, before you do anything.” The staff member quickly went around Cup’s tail to pull it up and quickly wrap it with an elastic cord. “There, that way none of your hair would get in the way.”

“Oh… well thank you,” Cup turned back to the mares around her and gave them a wave, “Wish me luck.”

Pressing the button, the pillar smoothly raises up towards the ceiling. The mares below waved back as they watched her going up and up. Cup raised her head to look at the space she was being raised in. Lining around the edges where a line of lights so that wouldn’t leave her in the dark, along with a noticeably big hole where her vagina was to be lined up. Once she was inside, it was like being stuffed in an almost claustrophobic box, yet she noticed a few things right away. The lights above helped her to see, and there were small holes in front of her where not only she can breathe, but she could hear the stallions around her.

“Oh hey, we got another one.” She heard someone behind her. “Aww sweet, this one’s in heat!”

“I call dibs!”

“C’mon, you’ve been hogging these ladies all night!”

“I haven’t gotten a turn yet.”

“Ugh, okay fine! But make it quick, the rest are getting blue balled here.”

Cup felt someone’s breath on her folds, a warm puff that made her lower lips wink. She also felt a drop of semen leak out.

“Nice, this one’s all lubed up.”

She gasped as she felt a tongue licked up that salty drip, along with around the edges of her tear-shaped hole; even lapped up gently against her winking clit. Whoever this collage stallion was, Cup thought, must have done this a lot.

“Dude you’re so gross,” she heard one of the stallions say. “You don’t know where that’s been.”

“It should be clean,” Cup heard the stallion that licked her say, “Besides, don’t you know that you always lick a mare first before fucking her senseless?”

“Whatever, just hurry up already, I can’t keep edging myself forever.”

Above her, she heard the mount creaking, and she felt the tip of the stallion’s dick poking at her, trying to find that sweet spot. It took a moment for the stallion to steady himself to let his glans line up against her sopping vulva, and another moment to feel him push in.

Cup gasped as she felt the mystery stallion stuff her almost all at once. She was thankful for the previous loads of lubricant, otherwise having him try to hilt her all at once would have hurt. Though he wasn’t the thickest that Cup had taken that night he was certainly the longest. She can feel his crown not just pressing up against the walls of her cervix, but she could swear that he was trying to penetrate directly into her womb.

Her mystery stud, as soon as he pushed as deep as he could go, immediately started humping. Not in slow thrusts, but in quick humps like a desperate animal. Quick as a jackhammer, her walls contracted around the fast-thrusting dick – no doubt trying to finish as soon as possible. It felt intense and hot to have her cum-drenched snatch being rutted like a cheap hooker. Above her, she can hear the stallion grunting while occasionally letting out a “Shit,” or “Fuck,” under his breath.

All around, Cup can also hear the other stallions.

“Rut ‘er senseless!”

“Let’s hear those moans.”

“Don’t stop till ya put a foal in her.”

In her mind, Cup wished that there wasn’t a wooden, boxy mount over her. She didn’t think that she would enjoy the very idea of it so much. To be surrounded by a group of horny studs all wanting a piece of her where she wouldn’t just use her pussy to please them. She wanted to have every available hole be pumped, including down her throat while maybe giving a few others a hoofjob while they waited their turn. She could imagine being overwhelming her senses from the slippery and rough fucking, the taste of sweat and semen, the smell of that earthy musk, the sounds of slapping flesh, and the sight of even more lusty stallions waiting for their turn.

She wondered if maybe she could talk Carrot into that sometime in the future.

A few minutes later Cup felt the familiar pressure of a crown flaring up. With every thrust, she felt her cervix spreading opening a little further to be given another fresh load of baby batter. She can hear heaving breathing from the stud above her while his hind legs slapped against the mount.

Then with a final thrust and a shout from the stallion, Cup felt the fair twitch and a couple of spurts being mixed into her womb. While it was, admittingly, a bit disappointing that she didn’t get off, it was still nice to feel another few pumps of freshly warm seed being injected in.

Around her, the other horny stallions wanted him to pull out so that they would have a turn. Cup felt the flare within her shrink down enough to slip out with a satisfying pop and felt some of the semen leak out. She prayed that someone would quickly put another dick in before it all ran out.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long.

“Dude move, I’m nearly there.”

Before Cup knew it, she felt a near flaring head forcing its way in. She didn’t have to see it to know that this other stallion was close already. It felt as though a whole hoof was trying to burry as deeply as it could into the snatch that made her let out something between a gasp, a scream, and a deep moan. Every throbbing motion it made as it desperately pumped further in towards her cervix.

It didn’t take more than a couple of thrusts when she felt this other stud’s cock reach his pique. Somehow, this orgasm felt messy inside her, not just splattering against her innermost depths, but she could feel the excess ejaculate run down over her winking clitoris, over her vulva, and pooling both inside and outside the box.

“You were quick,” one of the stallions commented.

“Hey, I’ve been edging for half an hour.” The mystery stallion above her said. “Besides, she’s really wet and hot.”

“No shit,” another remarked, “if this doesn’t knock her up, I don’t know what will.”

Cup chuckled, that was exactly what she wanted.

After the fifth stallion to orgasm in her, Cup felt she needed a break.

So, pushing the button to lower her down, she rested on the mount, panting while her vulva was coated in cum. Even with something as good as having dick after dick plunging in, she felt that she needed a rest. As soon as she reached ground level, one of the staff members helped her off it. Her hindlegs wobbled, as though she had galloped a marathon and yet, couldn’t be any more satisfied. She was helped down on the couch and asked if she needed anything.

“Can I have one of those cocktails?” She asked, “Preferably a fresh one.”

“Right away, ma’am.”

While she took her breath, Ms. Bee got up. “You were up there for a while.” She remarked.

Cup nodded, “You were right, that was intense. More so than the glory-hole.”

“Well, while you’re resting, I’m going back up.” Ms. Bee climbed up on the mount and pressed a button that activated the hydraulic system to hoist her up towards the ceiling.

Nightshade scoots over to her, “How are you holding up?”

“You know, I think I’ve been having more sex in the last couple of hours than I’ve probably had in a month with my husband. This is pretty wild.”

“I know, right!” Vix laughed, after downing the rest of her cocktail and then setting it aside. “Say, how much time do you have left here?”

“What time is it?”

Nightshade looked over to a clock on the wall, “Nearly eleven.”

“That means I have about… an hour or so left. But I still want to give my fanny a rest before I do anything.”

“Oh!” Vix clopped her hooves, “If you’re still up for it, you’ve got to try out the Nirvana Room before you head out.”

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask about that. Nearly everypony I’ve run into has been talking about that room. Why is that?”

“Because it’s almost a tradition here,” Nightshade said, “at least, for those who frequent this place. It’s a popular last thing to do and for good reason. For us mares, it’s the place where you can be fucked silly – literally, you just lay back while the dildo of your choice continuously pumps in and out of ya while you can control the amount of fresh cum you want spurt in ya.”

Cup blinked, “When you say control the amount…”

“You could let it pump capfuls at a time,” Vix explained, “But I’ve seen others finish while injecting pints, even entire quarts of the stuff into them to the point that they looked pregnant.”

Just then, one of the staff came by to give Cup her drink. After taking in a sip, a thought came to her, “And how exactly is there so much… batter in that tank thing? Don’t the stallions up there find it overwhelming to be constantly milked?”

“That’s the best part,” Nightshade told her, “You know how studs have a rest period after they came?” Cup nodded, “From what I’ve heard, they’re given one of those breathing masks, so they inhale a gas where once they start shooting, they’ll stay at that point until the masks are taken off. In other words, as long as they’re breathing in the gas, they could cum continuously forever.”

“Mares are offered the chance too,” Vix said. “Though keep in mind, not everypony puts on the mask to breath in the big O gas, but it will send you to Nirvana.”

For Cup, such a thing was almost too good to be true. Yet, she did see the tank full of semen when she came in and from what she’s heard, there was nothing but positive talk about this room. Perhaps while she still has time, it wouldn’t hurt to give this place a visit before she and her husband have to go.

But only after she gives her pulsating walls a rest… and finishes down this tasty drink too.

Author's Note

Yes, I am very much aware of how long this took to get this out. And don't worry, I will write up one last chapter before call this done. Please be patient with me and I will get the last chapter out as soon as I can.

6

Carrot knew that he has about less than an hour before he would have to leave the Factory. From what he could gather all around him, there was one more room he should visit before heading off. The one that was placed in the center of the factory that every stallion seemed to talk highly of – the Nirvana Room.

It was a round, open-aired space that looked like something out of a pornographic scene of a science-fiction novel. The first thing he noticed was the thick glass floor that not only looked down at the mares below but at the tube of baby batter in the very center. About the size of a bathtub, it had a paddle with holes slowly turning and mixing what might be gallons of semen. At both the top and bottom of this tank was a series of clear tubes.

On the upper level, those tubes were stretched over to the circle of stallions in padded pods who were being milked through a contraption around their dicks. At first, Carrot didn’t understand how many of them could continuously give out so much cum until he noticed that most had clear masks on them like the kind one would see in a hospital. He figured they must be breathing in something to make them let out spurt after spurt without being too overwhelming.

If Cup Cake was described what the Nirvana Room had looked like up close, she might have mistaken it for an alien abduction. When she walked into the open-aired room to see a glass ceiling above, she saw a place that looked so futuristic, or at least, something out of a wild science lab. In the center of the room was a clear tank of white semen slowly turning and mixing that funnel out into a series of tubes. Each clear tube arched over to the base of a pod that had a machine that pumps and injects loads into an orgasming mare.

Each pod, Cup noticed was padded on the inside where there was an adjustable piston at one end that moved, gyrated, rotated, and humped against each moaning mare. On the other end near the mare’s head were a series of buttons, all labeled with different speeds, thrust, and a cum button where the longer they press down on it, the more is injected into them. Because of such flexibility, some lay down on their backs while others had their faces down and their flanks almost pressed up. A few even rock back and forth with the pumping machine. And for most, the mares had clear plastic masks over their maws which Cup guessed must have been the special gas she heard of.

And what an effect it’s having! Both here and above was a choir of orgasms from cooing moans to high, rhythmic shouts. And yet, no one was being too overly stimulated to the point that it hurt. Just waves and waves of euphoric release among a river of cum.

“Can I help you get set up?”

Carrot blinked, almost surprised by one of the staff members suddenly right there. He had been so memorized from the complexities of the room that he didn’t realize anyone had come up to him.

“Sorry, what?” Carrot blinked.

“You’ve been standing around I thought you were waiting around to get hooked up.” Noticing the band around Carrot’s hoof, the staff member pointed out, “I see you have about half an hour left.”

“Huh? How do you know?”

“Your band is glowing yellow.” Looking down at it, he did see that it was so. “I take it you’re new here?” He nodded, “When it glows yellow, it means that your time is nearly up. But when it grows red, that’s when you’re pretty much done.”

“Oh… I see.”

“Still, there’s a spot over there I can help you in.”

Thanking him, Carrot was led over to an empty pod and was helped to step inside. “So, a quick tutorial,” the staff said pointing about. “This tube is where you’ll slip your penis. You can pull the tube out somewhat so you can get into whatever position you deem comfortable. Over there are your buttons that control it with speeds, rhymes, and how tight you want it to go.”

“And this thing?” Carrot pointed to the mask.

“Ah, the best part,” Using his horn, the staff member pulled down the plastic mask. “You put this over your maw and breathe normally. It emits a special gas that is nontoxic but has the effect that once you reach your climax, you will stay at that state as long as you’re breathing this in without becoming too much for you. Some are hooked up without the gas but between you and me, I highly recommend it.”

Curious, Carrot told him that it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try.

Underneath the cum tank, there was a round counter that had rows of dildos that had as many lengths and varieties as a sex shop. There was the kind that she expected, the pony versions that she was told were molded from porn stars with such lengths and girths that would easily get the job done. Others were more… exotic-looking. From the bulbous knots of Diamond Dogs to the weird pointy shapes of dragons, even a twisty twin-spiral one. While most really were just creative guesses of what the genitalia looks like, it does leave Cup to wonder… The rest weren’t based on any creature at all and instead have unique shapes, bumps, textures, lengths, and girths that Cup wondered how any mare could fit half of these in.

Yet, the one thing all of these have in common, is that every single one is a bit hollow where there was a hole at the base and at the very tip where semen is meant to gush out from.

Cup knew that given the time she has left, it would most likely be the last thing to be inside of her for the night. But, she figured, that if that was going to be the case, she wants the evening to go out with a bang. Something different but wouldn’t hurt so much having it all the way inside her. Something that wouldn’t impale her nor short enough that it wouldn’t reach up to her cervix. Perhaps something like…

“What’s that one?”

The mare behind the round counter lit her horn to pick it up, “This one?” Cup nodded. “This one is called the Griffon.”

It was certainly unlike anything that Cup had ever seen. The dildo wasn’t too terribly long compared to the others. Dark red in color, it had three egg-shaped bulbs with the biggest at the base and the smallest at the tip. Though she doubted that any creature would really have something like that between their legs, there was something enticing about its shape. The staff member gave Cup a closer look at it where the silicon felt smooth to the touch – almost flesh-like – and it had veins along with a pair of hefty balls at the very base to make it feel almost real.

“You wanna go with that one?” The mare behind the counter asked.

Cup nodded.

“Great! You can take whatever empty spot you like, and someone will help you get set up.”

All in all, the pod was pretty comfy. Laying on his back, Carrot watched as the staff member took a moment to give the tube thing some lubricant both inside and around the entrance. All the while, he had put the mask thing around his maw. So far, he didn’t notice anything different – there wasn’t any smell from what he could tell – Carrot wondered if the gas was even turned on at all.

“Basically, you just need to breathe normally.” The staff member told him. “And when you want to be done, just take off the mask and push the power button there to make everything stop.” Holding the tube over his semi-hard dick, he asked, “Are you ready?”

Carrot nodded and his cock penetrated the soft hole of the tube, all the way down to the base. At first, Carrot found it disappointing as he found it too loose.

“Just press the power button and you can adjust the milker to your liking.”

Pressing his hoof up to the button with a click, he instantly felt his dick be enveloped tightly by its slippery, silicon walls. He saw in the tube that the yellow elastic had wrapped around his member perfectly. Even when he felt himself getting fully erect again, everything was both tight, wet, and soft all at the same time.

Curious, he touched a button on its slowest setting to see what it did. And he felt the milker beginning to pump itself over his shaft. It moved up until it almost pulled out his mid-ring before sucking him back to the base again. At first, it was slow but the feeling of it was impressive. He then touched another button to increase the tightness several times until he gasped – he felt the yellow latex walls constrict to where it felt as though he had his dick inside a virgin.

“Ohh… Ohh, I think I see now.” Carrot admitted to himself. Even though this was all mechanical, it did feel pretty good. Plus, he didn’t have to do much except press a few buttons. So he laid back and increased the speed of the milker just a bit more.

The mechanics of the pod was simple all things considered. All anyone must do was to screw on the dildo to one end of the piston machine, adjust the angle of it, and you’re ready to go. Cup could do this in nearly any position she wanted, so at the moment, she decided to lay back and enjoy the ride. The staff member had offered to lube the toy up, but Cup told her that it wasn’t necessary as she brought her own.

She was offered the mask for the gas which, out of curiosity, she wants to give a try. Figuring that if she didn’t like it, she could always just take it off. (After all, the only thing that’s holding it in place was an elastic band.) Putting it on, she didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. She had to ask the staff member if the thing was on, and she told her that it was.

So, with everything in place, Cup wiggled down to the tip of the bulbous dildo which the first bit went in easily. She felt the near egg-like tip enter smoothly but still noticeable against her slick walls. With everything in place, she pressed the power button to see what this machine can do.

Instead of thrusting in, she was greeted by a low, vibrating buzz. It was surprising but not unwelcoming, yet she could tell that this thing was starting off at its lowest setting. Still, she thought, she might as well start the trusting before she adjusted anything else. Of course, she started it off slowly to see how deep this thing could go.

Cup let out a moan as she felt the second, slightly bigger bulb push its way past her slit while the tip was brushing up against her sweet spot inside. But she still wanted to see if she could fit the whole thing in. Thankfully, the third, largest bulb was just the right size for her when it spread her. It wasn’t so big that it would never fit in, but just enough to feel oh so fall inside. When it bottomed out, it was pressing right up her cervix. Absolutely perfect to have this thing pump pints more of anonymous seed from the stallions above. Yet, just as she felt absolutely at her brim, the machine pulled out just as slowly as it came in. Even when it pulled out except for the first smaller bulb, Cup Cake knew that this would be a great way to end this night of debauchery.

Adjusting it to have it vibrate a little harder, she increased the speed and enjoyed the ride.

‘You know what? This is nice…’ Carrot thought as he continued being stroked by the milker. After giving it some adjustments of making it a little bit tighter and speeding it up a touch, he found himself enjoying it more than he thought he would. It had the tightness of a vagina but the raw energy of an enthusiastic blow job. Best of all, he didn’t have to do much of anything as his arousal and euphoric strokes did all the work for him.

Feeling his cock throb, no doubt the machine was sucking out whatever pre that was coming out of him, he began to feel… funny. Not alarming funny but he could tell something about this felt different. He could swear as he was getting closer and closer to his pique, he was smelling something sweet but delicate. It reminded him of a flower garden in full bloom with the subtle hint of a mare in heat. And with the milker jerking him off, the gas made him feel… hotter. From his head which made him feel a bit light-headed, to the tip of his groin he felt every million nerve-endings were on fire but not enough to make all this stop.

Subconsciously, his hips began to hump against the tube as he wanted to bring on his orgasm. It didn’t matter if this was technically the third time he would cum that night, nor would he care if he just shot blanks. Both this machine and this oh-so-wonderful gas made him want to cross the point of no return.

‘Celestia’s asshole! Where can I buy one of these!?’’ Cup thought as the toy continued to thrust in and out of her. At this point, she both increased the vibration, along with the speed of the machine. Every thrust and pull of the exotic toy were almost as though it was custom-made just for her. The three bulbs that made her vulva expand and contract to make her feel almost empty and suddenly full again were incredible. Her walls pulsated and constrict around the toy as it buried itself in her.

To top it all off, she was smelling something sweet yet alluring from the gas. Like freshly baked cinnamon buns with a hint of stallion, musk made her feel hornier than she was throughout the night. Even with loads of stallion spunk already in her, it was as though she was feeling the heatwave of her estrus without making it feel so overwhelming. If anything, both the thrusting toy and the gas made her want to have an orgasm with her womb be flooded with the mixed cum of total strangers.

She moved somewhat to push herself a little further down on the toy to where the silicon balls slapped up against her flank. Now the toy was able to poke through the cervix, teasing her womb of the potential for more seed. And with every hilt of the dildo, the largest bulb nearly knotted in her yet still pull right out and back again. At this rate, she isn’t going to last very long, but now all she wanted was to cum. Eyeing the button that would flood her, she got her hoof ready when she reached her climax.

“Ahh-ah-AH!” Carrot felt he was getting close, and yet the machine wouldn’t let up. Inside the clear tube, he saw the outline of his flare bulging out which meant that it wouldn’t be long now. He can feel his balls tighten up and he could feel a new batch of sperm was coming. This was it; he couldn’t stop it if he wanted to.

He felt his body tense up as he felt one of the most intense orgasms of his life. In complete, utter bliss he let wave after wave rushed out of his cock, sucked up by the milker, and be taken to the vat to be mixed in with the others. He felt load after load rush out of him as his hips humped against the milker.

At the same time, the gas now smelled sweeter than ever. In the throes of orgasm, his mind was becoming foggy. Everything felt incredible, beautiful, relaxing, tranquil, and yet intense as kept shooting load after load after load…

“I-I can’t stop c-UH-umm-ing!” Carrot exclaimed as he saw rope after rope being sucked up the tube. He almost expected to experience the coming down phase, but he felt his orgasm keep going and going. Minute after oh so blissful minute. He lay there, moaning out along with the chorus of other stallions in such a similar state as his mind was sent to Elysium. He rode out mountainous waves of unspeakable pleasures with every spurt. In the fog of his joy, he relished in the thought of the potential of his sperm being mixed in with countless others that could impregnate so many mares at once.

Such thought alone only made him moan louder as he kept cumming again and again.

When she reached her pique, Cup nearly screamed out through her mask. She felt the wet, hot spurts of both her climax and the escaping spurts of the loads from other stallions spraying out over the constantly thrusting toy. Her inner walls went wild, and they demanded one thing: cum! Give me all the cum!

So, slamming her hoof against the climax button, the machine pushed in as deep as it could go to the point of lifting her hindquarters up. It vibrated as hard as it could as she felt the first of probably countless spurts spray deeply in her womb. Like her seemingly never-ending orgasm, each ejaculation was long, deep, and hot. And she loved every second of what felt like an eternity in heaven.

Even when she felt her belly swell and spurts of semen escaped out of her vagina and pooling beneath her, none of this experience felt too intense. But she felt waves upon waves of pure pleasure that felt as though she was sent to another world entirely. One where her womb was like a fetal garden that was taking every seed from every direction imaginable. With every seed planted, it made her so fiery warm like the inside of a volcano. Yet cooled by every wave of euphoria to the point her eyes rolled back up in her head.

Yes, she wishes she could stay like this forever.

As much as Carrot wishes he could stay like this for the rest of his life, it all came to an end. Before he knew it, one of the staff members pulled the mask off and immediately shut the machine down.

“Ahh…. Wha…?” Carrot panted, feeling as though he had galloped across the world.

“Sorry to pull you out, but your time’s up.” Pointing at the band around Carrot’s hoof, it showed that it was glowing red. Meaning that his time at the Factory was over. “Here, let me pull you up.”

Getting Carrot to roll over off his sweaty back, the staff member helped him out of the milker between his shaky legs. Carrot had to look down to make sure his balls were still there after the mother of an orgasm he just had. Surprisingly, they were still there but they felt sensitive with every step he took.

He was escorted towards the club’s exit with some help as he could barely walk around the twisting halls and into an open shower room. He had to sit on his flank for a couple of minutes as the water rush over his coat. Cleansing him from a night that he wouldn’t forget any time soon.

Cup was thankful that she had helped to get out of the pod. Because otherwise, she may have stayed there for months and not been aware of it. She was escorted over to a shower room where she and some other mares rinsed their coats under the warm water. Yet, as near exhausted as she was, she never felt more satisfied in all her life. As she showered, she put a hoof over her belly thinking that if all of that doesn’t get her pregnant – nothing will. By the time she dried herself off, she was confident that there was a very high chance that those countless swimmers might have made it to an egg that would give her a foal.

From there she exited out to a locker room – the same one she had entered when she first entered and followed the signs to the exit. Down a hallway to a pair of doors, she pushed out to a street where flustered ponies chatted away among the nightlife of the city.

“Hey there, stranger.” Cup looked over to find Carrot walking up. “You look familiar.”

“Had a good time, hon?” Cup kissed him.

“Yes, it was just… really intense.” Her husband yawned. “Honestly, I’m fighting to keep myself awake. That and I feel really sensitive down there.”

Cup understood. After the pounding she got, she might not sit down for a good week. “Let’s see if we can fetch a cab and head back to the hotel. Then we can sleep the whole day away.”

Letting out another yawn, Carrot nodded in agreement. “Just one question though,” he placed a tender hoof over Cup’s belly. “Do you think you might conceive after all this?”

“I’d be shocked if it didn’t.” Cup laughed. “But let’s get to the hotel and sleep first. There are some things I want to talk to you about. Some ideas for the future.”

“That’s funny, because I got a few ideas too.”

Eleven Months Later

The delivery went longer than either of them expected. But in the end… Carrot never felt so proud in his entire life.

It didn’t matter that it was doubtful that the twins who were born may or may not have the same traits as him. Where other husbands would be heartbroken, he felt joy that he and Cup now have a family of their own. Both were healthy, tiny little foals. He lost count of how many times he told his wife that he loved her.

Even when he showed the newly born foals in the Delivery Room where Pinkie’s friends were oohing and awing over his children, all he could feel was happiness to show them. Pinkie herself was understandably excited with their arrival – much to the annoyance of the nurse that tried to keep her quiet and shoo her out of the room.

At the same time, he was a little worried about the more… noticeable features of the twins would be brought up.

“Now how in thunderation is one of them twins a Pegasus, and the other one a Unicorn?” Applejack asked with a raised eyebrow.

Carrot knew this question would come sooner or later. Fortunately, he came prepared with an answer which wasn’t along the lines of: “My wife and I visited a sex club where Cup got impregnated by who-knows-how-many stallions at the same time.” That would raise way too many uncomfortable eyebrows.

So, he answered, “Easy. My great-great-great-great-grandfather was a Unicorn. And Cupcake’s great-aunt second cousin twice removed was a pegasus… Uh, that makes sense, right?”

The End.

Author's Note

So for being an experiment on my end, how was it?