The Sperm Factory

“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.”