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Gus was rubbing his paws together and his pointed ears flicked around his small horns. If he hadn't sat on his tail it would be whipping about. His fathers assured him there was nothing to be nervous about, but he had never witnessed that advice calm anyone down. His 18th birthday had been Sunday and now that he was an adult, he was expected to participate in the Republic's genetic harvesting program. So here he sat, on a waiting room chair that straddled the border of comfortable and not, waiting on a doctor to see him to be cleared to go while his fathers were off getting harvested.

The secretary was a black house cat with vibrant pink hair that typed away on a computer and answered phone calls, he had checked Dad and Papa in and lead them through the dark stained wooden door but instructed Gus to wait about fifteen minutes for a Doctor Wheeler. He knew why he had to be here, with faster than light travel being scientifically impossible they needed some way to prevent extinction, so they were harvesting the seed of citizens to make seeding ships to send off to other star systems. It was the method used to colonize his planet a thousand years ago, and the galactic information network had hundreds of worlds connected to it at present date, so it was a plan that worked.

The only thing was, he hoped the doctor would say he wasn't able to participate. The idea of being strapped into a machine and milked next to thousands of other men was... something he hadn't grappled with yet. He had been masturbating for a few years now, and generally only did it once a day. To have to orgasm at least six times before being released was draining just as an idea. How in the world did his fathers do it? His right leg was bouncing in place as he wondered. His shorts and shirt were plain, he didn't want to wear his best in case they got lost. His horns weren't very long yet, about the length of a finger and as thick as an empty toilet paper roll, he had to keep the black hair on his head short to show them off. His body fur was mostly light brown with an odd splash of white along his spine.

The click of a doorknob brought his attention back to reality. He was sitting as still as stone as footsteps echoed through the room.

"Gus? I'm ready for you now." A light and polite voice asked.

Oh god, let this be short and sweet. He stood up with his stomach feeling like it had a stone the size of his head in it. The doctor standing next to the open door was a nude rust colored coyote holding a blue data pad and looking at the bull with a perky smile. It is going to take long, isn't it? He walked over and then through the door at the doctor's gesture.

"So, Gus, how are you feeling today?" The doctor paused a moment. "Excited, nervous, scared, ready to blow, any combination of the above?"

"Nervous, I suppose." Gus didn't even look at the doctor.

"That's a very normal response, I think almost everyone feels that way when they are about to start the harvesting, but don't worry, in time it will be a pretty routine thing for you." The coyote smiled and opened a door on the left, a small room with an examination bed, a rolling chair, and a desk.

"Why are you naked, by the way?"

"Oh, you're an adult now so no one is much bothered with being nude around you and very few furs tend to wear clothes in this facility because of Its nature. Please, sit."

Gus sat on the table as the doctor typed on his pad and sat in the chair. "So, what does it take for someone not to make the cut?"

"Oh, infertility, a disability that makes milking uncomfortable, or they opt out once they reach 50 or so, but most tend to stay on as long as they can." One of the doctor's rusty ears flicked and he looked back up at the bull. "Why?"

"I would rather not participate."

"I see." Dr. Wheeler went back to typing for a few minutes and then set the pad aside. "Care to share why?"

"I don't like the idea, I'd feel more comfortable controlling who I got pregnant, if anyone." Gus tried his best to keep a straight face, but his ears kept twitching and rubbing on his horns.

"So far I see no reason to disqualify you," The doctor pulled out a handheld device from a drawer and pressed a few buttons, then he held the rectangular grey box out and waved it around the bull, being sure to scan him from the back. "And the basic scan shows you to be in perfect health." He put the device back and scratched his chin. "Maybe a tour would change your mind, but even if it doesn't there is no medical reason not to let you. You may end up having to endure it for many years, the minimum opt out age is 40."

Gus groaned and held his head in his paws. "Can you at least make me not remember doing them?"

"That would be too expensive, too risky, and unnecessary. You'll live, everyone else has. Come, I'll show you around the facility." The rusty coyote opened the door again. "oh, and you'll need to leave your clothes here. Company policy for tours, can't have clothes getting pulled into tubes."

Gus grumbled but didn't press the issue, there had to be some avenue open to him. He began undressing slowly, folding his clothes and placing them neatly on the table, ignoring the sound of the doctor's toe claws tapping on the tile. He tried to keep his underwear on, but when he turned around the doctor was already shaking his head and his rusty tail hung straight back. With a sigh, he accepted this embarrassment, hooking his thumbs under the waistband and pulled them down and off, laying them on his pile of clothes. If his tail had been fluffy then he would have used it to cover his privates, but he settled for his paws covering his sheath.

"Come along," Dr. Wheeler said after sighing and rolling his eyes. The coyote led him out of the room and down the hall, it was full of identical looking white doors in a white hallway. They took so many turns that it would be impossible for the bull to remember the way back. He almost missed it when they came to large stainless-steel double doors. The doctor stopped at the door and pressed his right paw to a scanning pad and looked back to make sure the bull was still following closely.

"You're about to enter the harvesting floor, please refrain from touching anything and speak in a quiet voice to not disturb anyone. There are screens with personal medical data about the furs here, if you attempt to access them, you'll be charged with the associated crime. Understand?" The doctor used a far more serious voice than he had so far today. Gus nodded, keeping his paws covering himself. The coyote rolled his eyes again and pushed the door open.

It was dark, but light enough to see the massive room, it may have been twice the size of any gymnasium he'd ever been in. There were long rows of steeply angled tables with furs on them, each with tubes that came down from the ceiling. The top of the room had catwalks where furs walked around with data pads that inspected screens where clusters of tubes would merge. On the ground level, the furs laid back on the tables with opaque visors that wrapped around their eyes and ears. The tubes attached to their cock with clear cylinders that had a band running up and down their shafts. All of them also had a dildo pointing up from below the tables and moving at various speeds, each dripping in lube.

Gus's blush was quite easy to see through his cheek fur, and the insides of his ears went red too. The doctor merely looked at him and gestured for him to follow. He led him down the rows next to the wall and up metal stairs to the catwalks. To his surprise they didn't creak or whine when they stepped on them.

"The harvesting room can hold 10000 furs at a time, and with each session lasting an hour we can harvest about a liter of semen from each fur. So, with our clever scheduling department we can harvest from a little over a quarter of a million furs, thus a little more than a quarter of a million liters of semen per day for our seed ships. Here, look at this panel." Dr. Wheeler pointed out one in a cluster of a dozen or more. "His production average is 1.49 liters each session, and he's been participating for a little more than three decades. Meanwhile, this one," He pointed out another screen. "He just started this year, so his average is only 0.71 liters. Over time your fertility will increase to such levels, which many furs quite enjoy in their bedrooms."

Gus's blush hadn't faded, his favorite porn stars tended to have quite voluminous orgasms, it was often something he searched for. His ears perked up when he heard a tube make noise and turned to see a stream of jizz flowing up to storage. The thought of being able to drench someone with his own seed was already making his sheath plump up, then the idea of swimming in a pool of jizz made the tip of his cock peek out.

"I'm sure you noticed the visors on everyone, they play audio-visual stimulation for the participants, and everyone selects their own preferences at the beginning so there's always something to watch that they enjoy." The rust colored coyote continued while Gus looked down at the ground level. "Years of research have gone into how to extract both high quality seed and a high volume of seed from our guests. Most of the answers are the phrase 'Different strokes for different folks' but there are some variables that always increase quality and volume. Prostate stimulation is the big one, hence the commonly called 'fuck machines' that each subject is using. But unless you have any questions, we'll be moving on."

"Well, I do have a few." Gus said as they started walking down the catwalk to the opposite side of the room. "I've been told some things about this place...."

"And you want me to sort out the facts from the exaggerations, yes? By all means, ask away."

"Right, so is it true that you have to cum six times before you can leave? That sounds exhausting."

"The policy is six orgasms or an hour, whichever is longer. Most of our guests get up to around a dozen orgasms an hour, and a lucky few achieve a continuous orgasm that lasts the whole hour. There is a natural level of exhaustion, especially for the newer subjects, but you will quickly get used to the task and it won't affect your life much after that." The doctor was smiling, and the tip of his red cock was peeking out of his sheath.

"I see." The light brown bull was a little lost in the thoughts swimming through his head. Envy, hope, questions of how and who, all rattled around in his skull before a question came to his lips. "So how exactly do you get them to cum so much?"

"Well, other than prostate stimulation, there are a few drugs that can do it, but the main reason is that's the genetic programming that has been put into and has been bred for, for over the past thousand years. The seed ship that started this world was made from a population doing this and we've estimated that we're about ten to fifty times more productive than they were. So, it's less of what we are doing than what we have been doing for generations." The coyote crossed his arms and shook his head as they walked. "From the documents I've seen the original subjects were harvested over eight hours a day to make our seed ship. Today we can make enough semen for a seed ship in about a week, compared to the year it took them to make ours."

"Mmm," The coyote stopped for a moment. "Can you imagine that? Uncounted generations of men having the next milked out of their cocks?" Doctor Wheeler moaned and rubbed his balls. "Heh, well that's what plays in my visor when I'm being harvested." He started walking again.

Gus didn't want to say anything else. Of course the doctor would be aroused by milking men, that's why they hired him. It would be hard to convince someone like that that he didn't want to be milked dry once every other day. Especially since his cock was hardening the longer he was here. He looked down at his hardening shaft, a finger's length out of its sheath and already drooping.

"Ah, here we are!" The doctor said, startling the bull. "I think you'll like this room." The coyote pushed at a door that was hard to differentiate from the surrounding dark wall. But as Gus stepped in, he realized why. Behind a plane of glass was an enormous vat of cum, maybe three meters in diameter but at least ten meters down to the floor, even deeper if it went past the floor. "If you're wondering why there's ten centimeters of transparent aluminum between the upper catwalk and the storage silo, it's to stop furs from diving in."

"But," Gus had his muzzle pressed against the clear metal. "But I wanna...."

The doctor chuckled. "You and a lot of others. See, things aren't all bad here. If the idea of swimming in that arouses you, does becoming productive enough to fill a bathtub do the same? Maybe covering someone in a shower of your cum?" The coyote chuckled again, placed a paw on the bull's shoulder and pulled him back from the clear wall. "We have plenty of that kind of stuff in our visors you know."

Gus stepped away from the wall, his massive erection now very erect and bouncing in the air. His blush quickly returned, and he moved his paws to hide his shaft, but that wasn't working well. He looked back at the doctor who only raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Would you like to try out a session now? Or would you like to see more of the tour?"

"Um, how much more is there to the tour?"

"Oh, there's most of it left, we've barely started. The sperm to egg changing room, the harvesting chair assembly and testing floor, the holographic filming rooms, and many more." Dr. Wheeler leaned forward. "I can also show you the records room, where we display the awards we give out for most seed from a single orgasm, most seed donated over a lifetime, highest sperm count, and," He whispered. "Best flavor."

Gus whimpered and squeezed his shaft, a bead of pre rolled down its underside. "M-maybe one session, just to see what it's like. Then finish the tour?"

"I thought you'd cave at some point; most furs can't be here very long without becoming unbearably horny. Come, we'll use the chair already set up for you, mind the steps. Oh, and try not to poke me with that while we're on the stairs." The rust colored coyote started down the stairs next to the door, and Gus followed with his face and ears still burning.

The canine led him down to where a bunch of nude furs were walking around with flasks of seed, putting them in machines and typing on computers. They ignored all of that and turned through another set of steel double doors, to the ground floor of the harvesting room. As the doctor led him through the floor, Gus kept his eyes open for someone he knew. He thought he did once or twice, but with most of their faces and bodies obscured by the visors and his viewing angle it was hard to be sure.

"Here is your station, at least for today." The coyote said, pulling the bull's focus back to him. Just like the tables he had seen; this was a steeply inclined table with tubes and wires coming down from the catwalk in a circle of four such tables hooked up together. The other three had a wolf, a mouse, and an orca laying on them, all older than him, their shafts erect, and the mouse's orgasm and moans left Gus with a hint of envy. "Now if you would lay down, I can show you how we set you up. After a while you'll be expected to be able to set yourself up, you know."

"Right," Gus said. He stepped forward and placed his paw on the metal, it was surprisingly warm to the touch which made him think that someone else had been laying there less than a minute ago. He watched as Dr. Wheeler reached behind the table and pulled out a tablet and a visor and did not fail to notice the canine shaft that was all the way out and starting to grow a knot.

"Here is a list of our most popular media, list of fetishes on the left if you'd like to select one or two to filter by, I'll get everything else ready while you make your selection." The coyote said before returning his paws under the harvesting chair.

Gus looked at the tablet and saw his favorite porn site. His face heating up, he selected a couple of videos whose length added up to an hour and set it back down on the table. The doctor had set down the visor and pulled up a tube that looked exactly like the ones on everyone else's shafts and a liter sized bottle with a dispensing nozzle.

"Alright, last step is figuring out what size dildo you need. Have you any practice back there?" Dr. Wheeler said, but Gus shook his head. "Then we'll use the beginner's size." The coyote pulled out a simple average length rounded cylinder made of black rubber from under the table. "Here, there's a hole near your butt and this will screw in there. I'm raising up the base it goes in. Yes, right there. Now, for the lubricant. You'll need to apply a first coat of lube and the harvesting chair will reapply it at a steady rate during the procedure, use a large amount, this is your first time. Once that's done lower yourself onto it slowly."

Gus felt like his face was on fire, but his cock would not soften at all. He wasn't exactly sure how much lube was enough, but he figured better too much than not enough with his unstretched hole and used a whole pawful of the slimy stuff. Following the doctor's instructions, he raised his ass over the rubber phallus and sat down gently. The tip of it was so slick and conical that it slid in with almost no pressure, but Gus yelped and shot back up. He took a deep breath to relax and lowered his ass back onto the shaft. It felt odd, but not bad, he supposed he could get used to it. He kept lowering himself, mostly because he was getting tired, until it pressed against something in his ass and made him moan.

"And that's your prostate, feels nice doesn't it? Let me lower it so you can lie in the chair, will let the machine build up to full penetration slowly." The coyote was smiling, and his red shaft was all the way out and dripping. With a few button presses, the dildo was lowered, and the bull was laying on the chair. "Now for the milking tube." The doctor used a pump of lube around the base before sliding it over the bull's cock and pressing yet another button to make the vacuum suction it in place. "And your visor. Now, once you put this on, the procedure starts. So, if you've got to use the restroom do it now or hold it for an hour."

"I'm ready," Gus said as he took the visor from the coyote. There was a cramp in his stomach from the idea that he'd enjoy this, and butterflies just above it from the same thought. "See you in an hour?"

"Sure thing, your fathers should be ready and waiting for you also." The rusty canine smiled and waved before walking away. "Enjoy yourself!"

Gus waved back, sighing now that he was alone. Or as alone as he could get while surrounded by moaning men having their cocks milked. It felt like the last threshold into adulthood was resting in his paws, and it left him with that strange mixture of excited and anxious. It almost felt like he needed to mourn who he had been. He shook his head, trying to clear out those thoughts, and shoved the visor over his eyes and ears.

The screen came on slowly, letting his eyes adjust, and he took that time to lay flat on the harvesting chair. An all too familiar intro started playing and the machine began moving around him. Some belt had just snapped onto his cock and the fucking machine started with slow, shallow thrusts.

"Hey guys," A tiger smiled at the camera in one paw and his massive cock in the other, orange sized balls dangling in sight. "I think it's time for a bathtub challenge, I've been saving up and would like a bath." The large cat patted his orange sized balls before setting the camera down on what was likely a sink.

The cat stood up straight and aimed his cock at the bathtub, showing off his hole, taint, and balls as he stood with his back to the camera. Loud purring echoed in the tiled room as the cat started stroking his dick. There was a black wipe from left to right, and the tiger was shaking and firing massive shots of cum into the tub, easily six or seven before they tapered off. He sighed and ran a finger over the head of his shaft before looking back at the camera. "One," He said, licking his finger clean.

Another wipe and the tiger was sitting down on the edge, his fingers rubbing and pinching the barbs on his shaft. He gasped and jolted up, grabbing his balls with one paw, and stroking himself rapidly with the other. This orgasm was bigger, those balls visibly pulling up and his shaft jerking as it fired at least a dozen times into the tub. "Oh fuck, two." The tiger gasped.

The video kept going, faster with each wipe. Three was much like two, four had the tiger pinching his nipples between shots, by seven he had started pounding his hole with his middle finger with his tail hiked high, by nine he had three fingers in, and at twelve he was almost fisting himself. The tiger was dripping in sweat, it matted down the fur near his armpits, and there was more than once it showed him sticking a finger into the tub to either lick clean or shove inside himself.

"Fifteen," The tiger panted, finally letting go of his cock. It was redder than at the start of the video but was still half hard. He took a moment to breathe and then picked up the camera, pointing it down. The tub was almost halfway full of warm tiger cum. "I think that's better than last time, don't you guys?" The tiger had calmed down enough that he was purring again and stepped into the tub. Cum immediately soaked his footpaws up to a little past his ankles. He sat down in it, juggling the camera between his paws, the cum had risen to barely covering his lower legs and small waves crashed into his thighs, cock perking up more.

"Mmm, so warm and sticky." The tiger said. He lifted his right leg up, making long strands of cum rain off it. He turned the camera around to his smiling face before sinking into the tub. He sighed and closed his eyes as his head sunk into the pool of cum. It touched the lids of his eyes and soaked the rest of his fur, covering his round ears and cheeks. One of his paws scooped up a pawful and rubbed it over his muzzle as he moaned. He sat up, making more cum drip down, and opened his yellow eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a bath to finish." The tiger licked his lips.

Gus moaned and shook, the first of his orgasms here being sucked away. He could feel his cock and balls jump with every shot, and even added extras when the rubber dick in his ass pressed against his prostate. This was intense, he already felt exhausted and drained, how was he meant to keep up with this?

The next video had already started, a compilation where the first scene was of a tan horse cumming on a kneeling pink rabbit, grunting as the rabbit timed his fingers in the horse's hole with the pulses from his shaft. In seconds, the rabbit was drenched in cum, looking pure white. Gus groaned; his next orgasm was already building quickly.

***

It took a moment for Gus to realize the machine and video had stopped, his cock was still hard and throbbing from his last orgasm and he felt a cool breeze inside his asshole. He didn't really feel like moving, in fact, a nap sounded really nice. Until he felt a paw on his shoulder that was the plan. He grunted and lifted the visor off his head. The first thing he saw was his above average cock still erect but no longer in a milking tube, then he turned his head to see three furs. Dr. Wheeler, Dad, and Papa. The rust colored coyote was smiling at him, his cock only peeking out of his sheath now. Dad had the biggest 'I'm proud of you' grin on his black and white bovine face, also nude and with a softening erection much longer than Gus's dick. Papa had a much softer smile and had Dad's arm around his tan shoulder with his long kangaroo ears raised high, but he was also naked, and his above average cock was hanging flaccid under rather large balls.

"Dads!" Gus yelped and covered his eyes. "I did not need to see you naked!"

"Oh shush, you're an adult now, nakedness is something you'll have to get used to. Now hurry up, I'd like to get some dinner." That was Dad's burly voice.

"Fine," He sighed and moved to stand up. The moment all his weight was on his footpaws he shuddered and started falling forward. The doctor caught him from the side in a half hug.

"Careful now, first timers usually get milking legs for a while, so take it easy." Dr. Wheeler helped him back to his feet. "Also, congratulations, eight orgasms and .93 liters of cum on your first day is well above average, 90th percentile in fact. You may become very productive if you keep this up."

"You hear that? I'm so proud of you Gus!" Dad said.

"Chill, Horace, give him a chance to recover." Papa said. "Let me help you walk, son." The kangaroo walked over and let his taller son wrap an arm around him.

"Thanks Papa, what's for dinner?" Gus said as the four started walking back.

"With everything you unloaded today it's going to have to be soup to keep you hydrated." Papa laughed.