The Sperm Factory

“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.