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All characters belong to their creator. Do not distribute without all copyright notices and disclaimers intact.\n\nWriting this story does not constitute endorsement of the events depicted herein by the author. Readers are explicitly discouraged from engaging in any activities that are illegal or harmful to themselves or others. \n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\"Sanitation clear.\"\n\n\"Procedure complete. All clear.\"\n\nBurt?s ears swiveled towards the sound as the guards on either side of him hauled him towards the procedure room, home of what was colloquially known as, \"the slab\".\n\nEtiquette and societal norms dictated a stoic demeanor as this long walk was made. A stiff upper lip and quiet resignation were the appropriate composure.\n\nFuck that.\n\nBurt thrashed and tried to body-slam the guard to his left. Three guards rushed up from behind while three more rushed him from the front. Between the eight of them, they manhandled the naked bay stallion through the doorway.\n\nThe lights were bright, and the walls were lined with stoic stallions and mares, all wearing white lab coats, each watching, nonplussed, as Burt was forced out to the center of the smooth concrete, his knees were knocked out from under him, and a dozen hands grabbed his limbs and spread them apart, forcing him to his back as metal cuffs were tightened around his wrists and ankles.\n\n\"No! No! You have no right!\" Burt shouted amid a flurry of obscenities. \n\nHe strained violently and managed to wrest his wrist from the guards, but only for a second. More hands grabbed him. More hands pinned him down. A boot came down on his forearm.\n\nHe was done for.\n\nSweating and still yelling obscenities, he glowered up at the guards, whose work was done - for now - and they filed off, ignoring his abuses.\n\n\"Donor restraints clear,\" one of them announced on his way out.\n\nOn cue, one of those standing against the wall stepped forward, a large squeeze bottle with a tapered nozzle in her hand. Burt glared at her as she approached, but she paid him no mind. She inverted the bottle, and with a noisy squidge, a blob of thick, clear liquid squirted onto Burt?s belly, just above his sheath.\n\n\"Shit, that?s cold! Burt cried, giving her a dirty look.\n\nShe continued to ignore him and began moving the bottle back and forth in an oscillating motion, making sure to get the cold, thick gel on his sheath and balls before leaning down to give his perineum a good squirt. Burt?s knees tried to pull inward as he gasped at the unwelcome chill to his undercarriage, but the cuffs forbade it.\n\nWithout overture, the mare shook the remaining contents of her bottle into the top of it and pressed it against Burt?s donut. Before the stallion could protest, she?d squirted a small bead onto the puckered orifice, then pushed the nozzle in until the bottle bottomed out against his buttocks. Burt?s eyes bulged.\n\nAnd then she squirted the rest of the bottle?s contents into his ass, the cold liquid making the stallion?s bowels cramp as about a cup?s worth of the stuff shot into him all at once.\n\nAs Burt started hissing new obscenities, the mare removed the bottle perfunctorily, stood, and turned on hoof.\n\n\"Electrolyte clear,\" she announced as she strode back to her position.\n\nAnother of the uniformed attendants stepped forward. Burt didn?t like the glint in this new stallion?s blue eyes as he strode forward with a long cylinder in his hand. As the newcomer approached, Burt?s ass instinctively clenched, his tail attempting to do the same.\n\nThe long cylinder was a rectal probe.\n\nIt was bullet-nosed, and there were three long, gold-colored electrodes running down the length of the cylinder, ninety degrees apart. Looking at it tip-on, the top and both sides had electrodes, but the bottom did not.\n\nBurt?s eyes bulged, but after a fleeting moment, rage supplanted surprise.\n\n\"You?d better get that thing away from me if you want to have a pair of balls by day?s end!\" he snarled, his ears pinned and his teeth bared.\n\nUnlike the mare, the blue-eyed stallion replied with a sadistic grin.\n\n\"Oh, hush,\" he said in a way that felt deliberately creepy. \"I love my job, and nothing you can say will change that!\"\n\nBurt began writhing and wrenching at his restraints. The stallion watched him for a few seconds, then grinned, brushed the tip of the probe against Burt?s sheath, then lowered it and pressed it against his ass.\n\n\"Hey, you know what?\" the stallion said.\n\n\"Wh - augh!\" Burt cried as the probe shot into his ass.\n\n\"Distraction. Works every time,\" the blue-eyed stallion said smugly.\n\nBurt?s mouth opened and closed like a fish. The probe in his ass was as big as his own cock, and this was the first time anything had gone into that particular orifice.\n\nAs he lay there gaping at both ends, the blue-eyed stallion announced cheerily, \"Probe clear!\" and gave the probe a subtle twist that made Burt?s eye twitch and his head cringe to the side.\n\nAnother mare strode over carrying what looked like a suitcase. Once she was beside Burt, she knelt down and opened it to reveal a screen in the upper half and wand with a coiled cable in the lower half. There was a brief, high-pitched whine as she turned it on, and then she lowered the wand onto Burt?s abdomen. \n\nBurt flinched, expecting something painful, but all he felt was the smooth surface of the wand firmly rubbing against him. On the screen, white, textured lines began to appear and move on a black background. \n\nBefore Burt could figure out what he was looking at, the newcomer said, \"In half an inch, rotate counterclockwise five degrees.\"\n\nBurt tensed as the blue-eyed stallion followed the instructions, driving the probe deeper into him and turning it to make sure everything was properly aligned.\n\n\"Lock it in.\"\n\nThe stallion had pulled a marker from his lab coat pocket, and now Burt could feel him drawing a line on his ass that extended onto the probe. Burt couldn?t see it, but it would act as a guide to ensure the placement remained consistent.\n\nThe mare gave a smart nod, then coiled the wand back up, put it into the briefcase, closed it, stood, and turned.\n\n\"Position clear.\"\n\nAs she returned to her place, a commotion at the doorway where Burt had been led in made him crane his neck to look.\n\n\"Let go! Let go of me!\" a shrill whinny screeched.\n\nHooves clattered on the concrete behind Burt?s head, and soon there were many hooves.\n\n\"Shit! She kicked me!\"\n\n\"Get control of her!\"\n\nLots more hooves clattered on the concrete.\n\nThe commotion moved to Burt?s left side, and he did a double-take on seeing a chestnut mare being manhandled in by at least a dozen guards.\n\n\"Hold her still!\"\n\n\"Get her wrist!\"\n\n\"Get her down!\"\n\n\"Don?t let her kick the donor!\"\n\nThe commotion moved literally on top of Burt, with the mare kicking, squealing, and flailing as she was lowered down on top of him. Burt gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes closed, and turned his head away, trying to avoid getting hit in the face by flying hooves.\n\nLimb-by-limb, the mare was spread-eagled on her back and restrained on top of Burt, her crotch straddling his sheath.\n\n\"Who the fuck are you?\" she demanded over her shoulder.\n\n\"Lady, I don?t want to be here any more than you do!\" Burt said.\n\n\"You?re lying there passively enough,\" she spat.\n\n\"I?ll have you know, I just had an anal probe shoved up my ass!\" Burt clapped back.\n\n\"Vessel restraints clear,\" one of the guards said raggedly.\n\n\"Oh, you did not just call me a ?vessel!? \" the mare bellowed. \"My name is Violet, and I am not your mother-fucking vessel!\"\n\nJust as they had done with Burt, everybody ignored her outcry. Now that she was restrained, her threats were idle.\n\nA stallion had walked up, and as Violet and Burt both turned their attention to him, he reached down and began moving his fingers through the electrolyte gel on Burt?s sheath.\n\n\"Whoa, what the hell are you doing?\" Burt cried, unable to see with the mare blocking his view.\n\n\"This sick pervert?s playing with your dick,\" Violet seethed. \"I bet he likes to play with a nice cock since he hasn?t got one of his own!\"\n\n\"It?s a guy?!\" Burt yelped. \"Man, I?m not into guys messing with my dick!\"\n\nBut despite Burt?s protests, his cock couldn?t tell the difference as to whose hand was touching it, and it responded to the slippery touch as one would expect, slipping from its sheath and beginning to elongate.\n\n\"Ugh, mmf!\" Burt grunted, straining against the restraints as he tried to fight his body?s response.\n\n\"Oh, you?re a master at that, aren?t you, perv boy?\" Violet jeered. \"What comes next? You gonna stick his slippery dick in your mouth? Gonna give him a nice blow job to go with that - holy f- where the hell do you think you?re sticking that thing?!\"\n\nBurt?s eyes bulged as the fumbling fingers were abruptly replaced by something warm, snug, and slippery. His hips bucked involuntarily, and he threw his head back, his eyes rolling back in his head.\n\n\"Don?t you dare cum in me!\" Violet screeched.\n\nAs she began to struggle, the added stimulation made Burt?s penis stand at full attention, slipping all the way up into her.\n\n\"Stop moving!\" Burt cried.\n\nViolet started to argue, but then held still.\n\n\"Believe me,\" Burt growled through gritted teeth, \"I take no pleasure in what these monsters are doing!\"\n\n\"Erection clear.\"\n\n\"Yeah, fuck you, you glorified fluffer!\" Violet spat after the stallion as he walked away.\n\n\"What?s going on?\" Burt asked, trying to look.\n\n\"Fluffer-boy left, and now someone?s coming with big wires,\" Violet said. \"Geez, what are they doing with those?\"\n\nBurt felt tension against the probe in his ass and winced as long, thick cables were attached to it.\n\n\"Leads clear.\"\n\n\"And what are you supposed to be? A priest?\"\n\nHooves clopped up next to Burt?s head, and he craned his neck to look upward at a horse whose gender he couldn?t tell for all the layers of black fabric.\n\n\"Burt Secretariat and Violet Winning Colors,\" the decidedly female horse barked, \"For failure to perform your compulsory annual copulation duties, we will now collect your debt to society.\"\n\nShe turned, then announced, \"Apprising clear.\"\n\n\"Man, she walks like she?s got a stick up her ass.\"\n\n\"Ahem,\" Burt grunted.\n\n\"Oh, sorry.\"\n\nA stallion with a remote control stepped up and stood watching the two.\n\n\"Look - \"\n\n\"Collection will begin in five, four - \"\n\nBurt?s heart began to race.\n\n\"I-I don?t wanna do this!\" he cried.\n\n\"Just tough it out,\" Violet urged.\n\n\"Three - \"\n\n\"They say it really hurts!\"\n\n\"You promised me you wouldn?t cum!\"\n\n\"Two - \"\n\n\"How can they do this?!\"\n\n\"One - \"\n\n\"Hold back, Burt!\"\n\nBlinding pain shot through Burt?s abdomen as his hips, glutes, penis, and every muscle in his pelvic floor clenched tighter than should have been possible, all at once. The force of the involuntary contraction was enough to lift both Burt?s and Violet?s bodies off the slab. Burt?s ass felt like someone had taken it and was wringing it with two hands. His cock felt like it was going to rupture; his balls felt like someone had kicked them and was still standing on them.\n\nThe contraction stopped.\n\n\"Guh!\" Burt gasped. \n\nHeaven only knew how long he?d been holding his breath.\n\n\"Ugh! Damn it!\" Violet shrieked. \"You fucking came in me!\"\n\n\"I-I did?\"\n\nBurt reeled. Had he? He hadn?t felt himself cum, certainly didn?t have the residual afterglow of having cum, didn?t feel the relief in his balls from having cum.\n\nViolet continued shrieking, turning her wrath on him, but that abruptly ended a second later.\n\nBurt?s muscles contracted again, once again lifting him and Violet off the concrete. His abs ached as if he?d done a thousand crunches followed by a thousand leg-lifts. His ass throbbed, stung, and burned at the same time. The sensation of being about to burst in his penis had intensified into a sharp stabbing feeling accompanied by what felt like all the blood flooding to the tip.\n\nThe contraction stopped.\n\nSemen squirted out noisily around Burt?s cock in Violet?s pussy.\n\n\"I?m s-I?m sorry,\" Burt panted, tears of pain and humiliation streaming from his eyes. \"I couldn?t help it; it came so f - \"\n\nAnother contraction cut him off mid-word. And then another, and then another.\n\nAll told, he received ten shocks, eight of which occurred after evidence of his ejaculation was already obvious to all the onlookers.\n\nThe final contraction stopped. Burt lay limply, his body trembling violently under Violet, who lay there sullenly, knowing that the odds she wasn?t pregnant now were not in her favor.\n\n\"Extraction clear.\"\n\n\"You fuckers,\" Violet said bitterly.\n\nBurt agreed, but he was too exhausted to express it.\n\nHe heard clopping hooves, felt someone grasp his limp cock, felt himself pulled out of Violet, felt cum flood all over his abdomen as the reek of sex hit his nostrils and threatened to stifle him.\n\n\"Insemination clear.\"\n\n\"No shit, you jackass! Was the squirting cum not obvious enough? You just had to go grab his dick again, didn?t you? Hey! What are you - ? Damn it, that?s cold!\"\n\nA mare had come over and inserted a speculum into Violet?s vagina. A bright light flashed briefly into and out of Burt?s vision as she used a head lamp to examine the deepest recesses of Violet?s passage.\n\n\"Impregnation likely,\" she announced.\n\n\"Fuck,\" Violet blurted. \"Oh, shit, what is - oof!\"\n\nBefore she left, the mare with the speculum inserted a plug into Violet?s pussy. Burt felt the tickle of fabric across his waist as a belt was pulled tightly around Violet?s waist, and then straps on the plug were attached to it, ensuring it remained in place.\n\n\"Vessel plug clear.\"\n\n\"You fucking traitor,\" Violet seethed. \"You just had to make sure I got knocked up, didn?t you?\"\n\nBurt didn?t say anything. His mind was still reeling from the loss of control he?d experienced, the sensation of having something that belonged to him pulled forcibly out of him against his will. It felt like the worst kind of violation, the worst betrayal imaginable.\n\nAs Violet - now trembling herself - was untied and dragged away with her hands cuffed behind her back to keep her from pulling the plug out, Burt lay there feeling an overwhelming sense of loss.\n\n\"Vessel collection clear.\"\n\nBurt didn?t notice as the blue-eyed stallion, who had remained for the entire ordeal, grasped the base of the probe.\n\nHe did notice once it was pulled out of him.\n\nHis eyes rolled back, his back arching and his stomach churning nauseously as the massive probe was pulled out of his slightly burned, dried passage. It stuck a bit on its way out, tugging at the tender flesh as the blue-eyed horse?s unyielding grasp drew it out anyway.\n\nThe probe came away, and Burt collapsed back onto the slab, his face tear-stained, his mind numb.\n\n\"Removal clear.\"\n\nHooves clattered on the slab as several guards took their places. On a silent cue, they all reached down and restrained his limbs as someone released the manacles holding him down. Then, moving as one, they grabbed his arms and hauled him up, supporting his weight as his own hooves scraped on the ground behind him.\n\nA trail of electrolyte gel and leftover cum followed behind him as they dragged him out of the room, off to a holding cell.\n\nAs he left the room, he heard voices over his shoulder.\n\n\"Donor collection clear.\"\n\n\"Sanitation clear.\"\n\n\"Procedure complete. All clear.\"\n\nAs Burt sat in the holding cell to await Violet?s pregnancy test - for if the procedure had failed and she wasn?t knocked up, they would both get to repeat this process in two to three weeks - he resigned himself to performing his compulsory duties. It had seemed like a hassle before and a breach of his rights and privacy for society to demand that he sire and raise a foal each year, but if that was the price to avoid having to do that again, he would sire a thousand foals. He never wanted to experience the feeling of having his own seed wrenched from his body that way again.\n\nThough his situation seemed dire, a spark of hope had already illuminated, for in Violet?s womb in an identical holding cell not far away, his ill-gotten seed had fertilized her egg. \n\nThe colt he?d sired would one day tear the whole facility down brick by brick and grind the abhorrent slab into dust.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "All Clear

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"Sanitation clear."

"Procedure complete. All clear."

Burt?s ears swiveled towards the sound as the guards on either side of him hauled him towards the procedure room, home of what was colloquially known as, "the slab".

Etiquette and societal norms dictated a stoic demeanor as this long walk was made. A stiff upper lip and quiet resignation were the appropriate composure.

Fuck that.

Burt thrashed and tried to body-slam the guard to his left. Three guards rushed up from behind while three more rushed him from the front. Between the eight of them, they manhandled the naked bay stallion through the doorway.

The lights were bright, and the walls were lined with stoic stallions and mares, all wearing white lab coats, each watching, nonplussed, as Burt was forced out to the center of the smooth concrete, his knees were knocked out from under him, and a dozen hands grabbed his limbs and spread them apart, forcing him to his back as metal cuffs were tightened around his wrists and ankles.

"No! No! You have no right!" Burt shouted amid a flurry of obscenities.

He strained violently and managed to wrest his wrist from the guards, but only for a second. More hands grabbed him. More hands pinned him down. A boot came down on his forearm.

He was done for.

Sweating and still yelling obscenities, he glowered up at the guards, whose work was done - for now - and they filed off, ignoring his abuses.

"Donor restraints clear," one of them announced on his way out.

On cue, one of those standing against the wall stepped forward, a large squeeze bottle with a tapered nozzle in her hand. Burt glared at her as she approached, but she paid him no mind. She inverted the bottle, and with a noisy squidge, a blob of thick, clear liquid squirted onto Burt?s belly, just above his sheath.

"Shit, that?s cold! Burt cried, giving her a dirty look.

She continued to ignore him and began moving the bottle back and forth in an oscillating motion, making sure to get the cold, thick gel on his sheath and balls before leaning down to give his perineum a good squirt. Burt?s knees tried to pull inward as he gasped at the unwelcome chill to his undercarriage, but the cuffs forbade it.

Without overture, the mare shook the remaining contents of her bottle into the top of it and pressed it against Burt?s donut. Before the stallion could protest, she?d squirted a small bead onto the puckered orifice, then pushed the nozzle in until the bottle bottomed out against his buttocks. Burt?s eyes bulged.

And then she squirted the rest of the bottle?s contents into his ass, the cold liquid making the stallion?s bowels cramp as about a cup?s worth of the stuff shot into him all at once.

As Burt started hissing new obscenities, the mare removed the bottle perfunctorily, stood, and turned on hoof.

"Electrolyte clear," she announced as she strode back to her position.

Another of the uniformed attendants stepped forward. Burt didn?t like the glint in this new stallion?s blue eyes as he strode forward with a long cylinder in his hand. As the newcomer approached, Burt?s ass instinctively clenched, his tail attempting to do the same.

The long cylinder was a rectal probe.

It was bullet-nosed, and there were three long, gold-colored electrodes running down the length of the cylinder, ninety degrees apart. Looking at it tip-on, the top and both sides had electrodes, but the bottom did not.

Burt?s eyes bulged, but after a fleeting moment, rage supplanted surprise.

"You?d better get that thing away from me if you want to have a pair of balls by day?s end!" he snarled, his ears pinned and his teeth bared.

Unlike the mare, the blue-eyed stallion replied with a sadistic grin.

"Oh, hush," he said in a way that felt deliberately creepy. "I love my job, and nothing you can say will change that!"

Burt began writhing and wrenching at his restraints. The stallion watched him for a few seconds, then grinned, brushed the tip of the probe against Burt?s sheath, then lowered it and pressed it against his ass.

"Hey, you know what?" the stallion said.

"Wh - augh!" Burt cried as the probe shot into his ass.

"Distraction. Works every time," the blue-eyed stallion said smugly.

Burt?s mouth opened and closed like a fish. The probe in his ass was as big as his own cock, and this was the first time anything had gone into that particular orifice.

As he lay there gaping at both ends, the blue-eyed stallion announced cheerily, "Probe clear!" and gave the probe a subtle twist that made Burt?s eye twitch and his head cringe to the side.

Another mare strode over carrying what looked like a suitcase. Once she was beside Burt, she knelt down and opened it to reveal a screen in the upper half and wand with a coiled cable in the lower half. There was a brief, high-pitched whine as she turned it on, and then she lowered the wand onto Burt?s abdomen.

Burt flinched, expecting something painful, but all he felt was the smooth surface of the wand firmly rubbing against him. On the screen, white, textured lines began to appear and move on a black background.

Before Burt could figure out what he was looking at, the newcomer said, "In half an inch, rotate counterclockwise five degrees."

Burt tensed as the blue-eyed stallion followed the instructions, driving the probe deeper into him and turning it to make sure everything was properly aligned.

"Lock it in."

The stallion had pulled a marker from his lab coat pocket, and now Burt could feel him drawing a line on his ass that extended onto the probe. Burt couldn?t see it, but it would act as a guide to ensure the placement remained consistent.

The mare gave a smart nod, then coiled the wand back up, put it into the briefcase, closed it, stood, and turned.

"Position clear."

As she returned to her place, a commotion at the doorway where Burt had been led in made him crane his neck to look.

"Let go! Let go of me!" a shrill whinny screeched.

Hooves clattered on the concrete behind Burt?s head, and soon there were many hooves.

"Shit! She kicked me!"

"Get control of her!"

Lots more hooves clattered on the concrete.

The commotion moved to Burt?s left side, and he did a double-take on seeing a chestnut mare being manhandled in by at least a dozen guards.

"Hold her still!"

"Get her wrist!"

"Get her down!"

"Don?t let her kick the donor!"

The commotion moved literally on top of Burt, with the mare kicking, squealing, and flailing as she was lowered down on top of him. Burt gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes closed, and turned his head away, trying to avoid getting hit in the face by flying hooves.

Limb-by-limb, the mare was spread-eagled on her back and restrained on top of Burt, her crotch straddling his sheath.

"Who the fuck are you?" she demanded over her shoulder.

"Lady, I don?t want to be here any more than you do!" Burt said.

"You?re lying there passively enough," she spat.

"I?ll have you know, I just had an anal probe shoved up my ass!" Burt clapped back.

"Vessel restraints clear," one of the guards said raggedly.

"Oh, you did not just call me a ?vessel!? " the mare bellowed. "My name is Violet, and I am not your mother-fucking vessel!"

Just as they had done with Burt, everybody ignored her outcry. Now that she was restrained, her threats were idle.

A stallion had walked up, and as Violet and Burt both turned their attention to him, he reached down and began moving his fingers through the electrolyte gel on Burt?s sheath.

"Whoa, what the hell are you doing?" Burt cried, unable to see with the mare blocking his view.

"This sick pervert?s playing with your dick," Violet seethed. "I bet he likes to play with a nice cock since he hasn?t got one of his own!"

"It?s a guy?!" Burt yelped. "Man, I?m not into guys messing with my dick!"

But despite Burt?s protests, his cock couldn?t tell the difference as to whose hand was touching it, and it responded to the slippery touch as one would expect, slipping from its sheath and beginning to elongate.

"Ugh, mmf!" Burt grunted, straining against the restraints as he tried to fight his body?s response.

"Oh, you?re a master at that, aren?t you, perv boy?" Violet jeered. "What comes next? You gonna stick his slippery dick in your mouth? Gonna give him a nice blow job to go with that - holy f- where the hell do you think you?re sticking that thing?!"

Burt?s eyes bulged as the fumbling fingers were abruptly replaced by something warm, snug, and slippery. His hips bucked involuntarily, and he threw his head back, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"Don?t you dare cum in me!" Violet screeched.

As she began to struggle, the added stimulation made Burt?s penis stand at full attention, slipping all the way up into her.

"Stop moving!" Burt cried.

Violet started to argue, but then held still.

"Believe me," Burt growled through gritted teeth, "I take no pleasure in what these monsters are doing!"

"Erection clear."

"Yeah, fuck you, you glorified fluffer!" Violet spat after the stallion as he walked away.

"What?s going on?" Burt asked, trying to look.

"Fluffer-boy left, and now someone?s coming with big wires," Violet said. "Geez, what are they doing with those?"

Burt felt tension against the probe in his ass and winced as long, thick cables were attached to it.

"Leads clear."

"And what are you supposed to be? A priest?"

Hooves clopped up next to Burt?s head, and he craned his neck to look upward at a horse whose gender he couldn?t tell for all the layers of black fabric.

"Burt Secretariat and Violet Winning Colors," the decidedly female horse barked, "For failure to perform your compulsory annual copulation duties, we will now collect your debt to society."

She turned, then announced, "Apprising clear."

"Man, she walks like she?s got a stick up her ass."

"Ahem," Burt grunted.

"Oh, sorry."

A stallion with a remote control stepped up and stood watching the two.

"Look - "

"Collection will begin in five, four - "

Burt?s heart began to race.

"I-I don?t wanna do this!" he cried.

"Just tough it out," Violet urged.

"Three - "

"They say it really hurts!"

"You promised me you wouldn?t cum!"

"Two - "

"How can they do this?!"

"One - "

"Hold back, Burt!"

Blinding pain shot through Burt?s abdomen as his hips, glutes, penis, and every muscle in his pelvic floor clenched tighter than should have been possible, all at once. The force of the involuntary contraction was enough to lift both Burt?s and Violet?s bodies off the slab. Burt?s ass felt like someone had taken it and was wringing it with two hands. His cock felt like it was going to rupture; his balls felt like someone had kicked them and was still standing on them.

The contraction stopped.

"Guh!" Burt gasped.

Heaven only knew how long he?d been holding his breath.

"Ugh! Damn it!" Violet shrieked. "You fucking came in me!"

"I-I did?"

Burt reeled. Had he? He hadn?t felt himself cum, certainly didn?t have the residual afterglow of having cum, didn?t feel the relief in his balls from having cum.

Violet continued shrieking, turning her wrath on him, but that abruptly ended a second later.

Burt?s muscles contracted again, once again lifting him and Violet off the concrete. His abs ached as if he?d done a thousand crunches followed by a thousand leg-lifts. His ass throbbed, stung, and burned at the same time. The sensation of being about to burst in his penis had intensified into a sharp stabbing feeling accompanied by what felt like all the blood flooding to the tip.

The contraction stopped.

Semen squirted out noisily around Burt?s cock in Violet?s pussy.

"I?m s-I?m sorry," Burt panted, tears of pain and humiliation streaming from his eyes. "I couldn?t help it; it came so f - "

Another contraction cut him off mid-word. And then another, and then another.

All told, he received ten shocks, eight of which occurred after evidence of his ejaculation was already obvious to all the onlookers.

The final contraction stopped. Burt lay limply, his body trembling violently under Violet, who lay there sullenly, knowing that the odds she wasn?t pregnant now were not in her favor.

"Extraction clear."

"You fuckers," Violet said bitterly.

Burt agreed, but he was too exhausted to express it.

He heard clopping hooves, felt someone grasp his limp cock, felt himself pulled out of Violet, felt cum flood all over his abdomen as the reek of sex hit his nostrils and threatened to stifle him.

"Insemination clear."

"No shit, you jackass! Was the squirting cum not obvious enough? You just had to go grab his dick again, didn?t you? Hey! What are you - ? Damn it, that?s cold!"

A mare had come over and inserted a speculum into Violet?s vagina. A bright light flashed briefly into and out of Burt?s vision as she used a head lamp to examine the deepest recesses of Violet?s passage.

"Impregnation likely," she announced.

"Fuck," Violet blurted. "Oh, shit, what is - oof!"

Before she left, the mare with the speculum inserted a plug into Violet?s pussy. Burt felt the tickle of fabric across his waist as a belt was pulled tightly around Violet?s waist, and then straps on the plug were attached to it, ensuring it remained in place.

"Vessel plug clear."

"You fucking traitor," Violet seethed. "You just had to make sure I got knocked up, didn?t you?"

Burt didn?t say anything. His mind was still reeling from the loss of control he?d experienced, the sensation of having something that belonged to him pulled forcibly out of him against his will. It felt like the worst kind of violation, the worst betrayal imaginable.

As Violet - now trembling herself - was untied and dragged away with her hands cuffed behind her back to keep her from pulling the plug out, Burt lay there feeling an overwhelming sense of loss.

"Vessel collection clear."

Burt didn?t notice as the blue-eyed stallion, who had remained for the entire ordeal, grasped the base of the probe.

He did notice once it was pulled out of him.

His eyes rolled back, his back arching and his stomach churning nauseously as the massive probe was pulled out of his slightly burned, dried passage. It stuck a bit on its way out, tugging at the tender flesh as the blue-eyed horse?s unyielding grasp drew it out anyway.

The probe came away, and Burt collapsed back onto the slab, his face tear-stained, his mind numb.

"Removal clear."

Hooves clattered on the slab as several guards took their places. On a silent cue, they all reached down and restrained his limbs as someone released the manacles holding him down. Then, moving as one, they grabbed his arms and hauled him up, supporting his weight as his own hooves scraped on the ground behind him.

A trail of electrolyte gel and leftover cum followed behind him as they dragged him out of the room, off to a holding cell.

As he left the room, he heard voices over his shoulder.

"Donor collection clear."

"Sanitation clear."

"Procedure complete. All clear."

As Burt sat in the holding cell to await Violet?s pregnancy test - for if the procedure had failed and she wasn?t knocked up, they would both get to repeat this process in two to three weeks - he resigned himself to performing his compulsory duties. It had seemed like a hassle before and a breach of his rights and privacy for society to demand that he sire and raise a foal each year, but if that was the price to avoid having to do that again, he would sire a thousand foals. He never wanted to experience the feeling of having his own seed wrenched from his body that way again.

Though his situation seemed dire, a spark of hope had already illuminated, for in Violet?s womb in an identical holding cell not far away, his ill-gotten seed had fertilized her egg.

The colt he?d sired would one day tear the whole facility down brick by brick and grind the abhorrent slab into dust.

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