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?