The Sperm Factory

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.