Polaroid: Ejaculated!
POLAROID: EJACULATED!
by Polaroid, 2008-01-02 (C)2008 Polaroid
(Polaroid is my totem character, a male, blink snowshoe fox, essentially a black arctic fox with white points. He is a purely fictional character; any relation to any person or character, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. This story is being posted to yiffstar.com for the enjoyment of its visitors and may not be reposted anywhere else.)
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Polaroid enters the room, a nondescript white box under his arm, turns on the light and shuts the door behind him. He takes a few moments to look around the rather spartan room. The room is otherwise empty save for a beige doctor's chair and green counter to one side and a blue-padded reclining examination table in the middle with an instrument or two overhead on the track. The walls are lined with a fibrous wallpaper that appears to be for sound-proofing, and the door, made of sturdy oak, is insulated at the bottom. "This makes sense," he thinks to himself, "With what goes on in here, I wouldn't want to be heard!" He pads forward and puts the box on the counter.
Just then, something in the room beeps, and a soothing female voice, obviously synthesized, comes over the speakers mounted in the instrument track, reciting its greeting:
"This is the Ejaculator 2000 Semen Collection System now online. Review the species setting below the control display and select the your species type."
Polaroid does an about face on his boots and looks down to regard a small, black and white display with a keyboard below it. The screen shows the same message he just heard, but it ends with a flashing cursor, expecting input. In the middle of the keyboard are several critter icons -- for canine species, feline species, kangaroos, otters, raccoons and even skunks. Below the icons is a numeric keypad, and he keys in a sequence of numbers. The voice continues, shifting to a smooth, male voice: "Returning client, bipedal anthro vulpine. If this is correct, press GO to continue." He does so.
A click is heard in the ceiling, and descending from the overhead track is a large, wide-mouthed, glass cylinder mounted on a metal rod and ring. Around its open mouth is a soft, rubber ring. A thin, black hose and a couple wires spiral down along the rod into the metal ring. From there, a much smaller hose and two leads descend the front of the cylinder into the rubber ring. Also on top of the metal ring are three ports that look like nozzles. Beside each nozzle is a number, 1, 2 and 3. Number three looks wider than the others.
Distracting the tod from his in-depth examination of the instrument, the voice instructs him:
"This instrument is the Ejaculator II cylinder. It has been designed to interface with the Ejaculator 2000 Semen Collection system to provide maximum stimulation of the your sheath, penis and knot for pleasure during the ejaculation. Unbox the three tubes from the collection kit and attach one to each of the nozzles, then press the large, green GO button on the keyboard."
The display updates accordingly: "Attach tubes, then press GO to continue."
Polaroid spins around and opens up the box on the counter. From it he pulls three, clean, large test tubes. One by one, he attaches the tubes to the nozzles, saving the largest for last, and when he finishes, he spins around and taps the GO button. Momentarily, an overhead air pump starts up, the cylinder making a small hissing noise as it sucks air in.
Finally, the voice recites its standard warning and final instructions:
"The Canine Ejaculation program is designed to stimulate and force ejaculation in healthy, active canine males. In the event of an emergency, to immediately terminate the program, reach over and press the large, red ABORT button on the keyboard. As pressing this button only terminates the program and not bodily responses, you may still ejaculate or leak seminal fluids after the program has aborted, and/or your body may be left in a hypersexual state."
"At this time, lower your trousers and shorts below his knees or remove your clothing entirely. Position yourself comfortably on the table, insert the tip of your sheath into the cylinder, then press GO to begin. This is the last instruction until you have completely ejaculated."
The machine also updates the screen with the following instruction: "Canine SCS Initialized: Lower trousers, position sheath inside cylinder, then press GO."
Polaroid hops his rear up onto the middle of the table and spins himself around partway. He rests his upper body up against the back and headrest, then brings his legs up onto the legrests. Looking down into his lap, he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his trousers and, lifting his body slightly off the table, hooks his thumbs under his shorts and tugs them down around his ankles. Tugging down his shorts, the todfox exposes his dark-furred sheath and scrotum to the instrument for examination, and even takes an opportune moment to stroke them, churring pleasurably to himself.
Calmly, he reaches up for the instrument and tugs it down into his lap. With his other paw, he fiddles with his sheath and tries to slip it through the ring, into the cylinder. Anxiety overcomes the tod as he grabs hold of his sheath and pushes it through the ring. "Ohmygosh, I'm about to let a machine jerk me off!" he mutters quietly to himself! Unable to stand the tension any longer, he shoves the tube down over his sheath and WHACKS the GO button!
The machine beeps loudly, and the screen updates:
CANINE SCS: FORCING SUBJECT SHEATH RETRACTION
Before Polaroid is fully aware of it, the pump overhead speeds up, the cylinder sucks down into his lap and seals his sheath inside to the hilt! The tod's body tenses in pleasure, and he responds unconsciously by grunting and thrusting up inside it, stretching his sheath out to the maximum. Nearly constant suction inside the tube forces the tod's body to tense back his sheath and release his todhood into the tube, first exposing the meaty tip, then another several inches of firm, pink, moist flesh as the vacuum evicts his penis from its fuzzy dwelling.
After erecting him, the machine inflates the rubber ring around the base and grips his flesh firmly! The machine dings, and the screen updates with its status across the top and a couple measurements in the bottom corner.
CANINE SCS: SUBJECT SHEATH RETRACTED
FORCING SUBJECT KNOT FORMATION
COLLECTING PRE EJACULATE IN TUBE 1
Subject Penis Size Confirmed: 6.50in x 2.50in
After collecting these measurements, the machine slips a small, lubricated tap into the tip of his todhood and inserts about an inch. The cylinder clicks a few times -- once to secure the tap in place from the metal ring, another to connect the tap with the first tube and the third to release the cylinder from the ring so it can slide.
Polaroid gasps and pants as the cylinder begins jerking up and down along his length, the silky softness of the rubber ring teasing his flesh as it glides up and down, up and down, again and again over his stiff todhood. On each upstroke a little bit of cloudy fluid squirts up into the first tube. As time passes, two bulbs start forming at the base of his todhood and swell almost rapidly, becoming tougher and tougher still for the ring to slip over him. The machine senses this and pushes down hard into his lap and makes him knot the cylinder!
While this happens, his scrotum steadily contracts up against his groin, the shapes of his testicles both proudly apparent, pulled taut up against the base of the cylinder. He starts grunting and growling, his chest heaving, his hips rapidly humping the cylinder he knotted! Somewhere in the back of his mind, the machine dings and the screen updates:
CANINE SCS: SUBJECT KNOT FORMED
FORCING SUBJECT EJACULATION
COLLECTING SEMEN EJACULATE IN TUBE 2
Subject Semen Volume: 0.0 ml _
With almost a second to spare, Polaroid's thighs urgently quivering at the edge of his release, beyond the point of no return, the cylinder clicks over once, shifting the tap's output into the second tube. Just then, the helpless tod barks loudly and sharply, huffs and puffs, then arches his back to let out a long, lustful howl! His body nearly convulses with extreme pleasure and spouts forcefully up into the tube. His ejaculation has begun! White todspunk shoots from his tip through the tap into the second tube and nearly fills it!
CANINE SCS: SUBJECT EJACULATING
COLLECTING SEMEN EJACULATE IN TUBE 2
Subject Semen Volume: 8.0 ml _
Sensing no more semen pulsing through the tap, the rubber ring slides up against the knot, holding it somewhat firmly, and clicks into place. Polaroid flumps back against the backrest, spent, his chest heaving as the world spins around him. Matter of factly, the machine dings and the screen updates:
CANINE SCS: SUBJECT EJACULATED
RECEIVING POST EJACULATE IN TUBE 3
The cylinder clicks the third tube into place, tugging his todhood steadily there while he continues to ejaculate, this fluid much clearer that the last. About every twenty to thirty seconds for well over ten minutes, the tod involuntarily grunts, and his groin twitches as he squirts into the tube. Not having much energy at the moment, he lazily gazes at it, watching the fluid bubble up each time he twitches.
Five minutes after his last emission, the machine beeps loudly, then retracts the tap from his tip, slowly deflates the rubber base and suddenly pulls away from his erection. Finally, the machine beeps one last time and the screen updates:
CANINE SCS: SUBJECT EJACULATED OK
PROGRAM TERMINATING
His fat and still knotted shaft flops up against his tummy, dabbing a bit of prostatic fluid onto it. The sensations caused by the sudden release actually cause him to gasp and twitch and spit one more gout up onto his shirt. That smooth voice he heard earlier intercedes again:
"This is the Canine Ejaculation program. You have successfully ejaculated, and this program will now terminate. Raise and secure your trousers. A nurse will be called to service the Ejaculator and room after you have departed. Thank you for ejaculating with Ejaculator 2000. Goodbye."
And the machine turns off.
Polaroid lays there a few minutes more, idly pawing his fat and knotted todhood until the knot drains to the point he can pull his shorts up over it. When it does, he leans forward, pushing the Ejaculator II off to the side, reaches down and tugs up at the trousers around his ankles. He carefully pulls them up over his thick length and secures them in place. He turns to the side, sits up, hops off the examination table and tucks his shirt in.
Below the keyboard he finds a printout hanging there:
EJACULATOR 2000 FEEDBACK REPORT
DONATOR ID: 432169, RETURNING
PROGRAM RUN: CANINE.EJ2 -VULPINE
TUBES TO COLLECT: 3
SUBJECT STATISTICS:
PRE-SPERM VOLUME: 3.0 ML
SPERM-RICH VOLUME: 8.0 ML
PROSTATIC VOLUME: 18.0 ML
RUNTIME: 00:20:30.00
RESULT: SUBJECT EJACULATED OK
PROGRAM TERMINATED
The tod pridefully opens the door, shuts off the light and strides out of the room, closing the door behind him. Somewhere behind him in the corridor as he walks away, a light over the door starts blinking, calling for service.