The Pens
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The Pens
by Segremores Moon, a commission for Losian
Dim lights lit up to gradual brightness as the fuzzdrake awoke. He grunted a little, muscles a bit sore from various things. One such thing was the metal-and-leather harness that was strapped around his chest and back. The ‘safety suspension harness' as he had heard it referred to was meant to keep his body upright despite the strange predicament he was in . Specifically, sticking halfway out of a steel wall.
Losian blinked his bright green eyes, turning half way to look at his bound situation. Sure enough, his waist was still stuck in that perfectly-round hole, his hips, ass, tail, legs, and genitals somewhere behind the solid-looking metal, only the slightest seam showing between the plates which met in the middle.
*****
The blue-furred drake relaxed a little in his suspended state, which was most comfortable somehow, despite the fact that his range of movement was severely hampered at all times. The feeding crew would be in soon, hopefully with something appetizing. In spite of how long he had been interred in this strange science lab-like place, he had always been treated well, short of being denied his freedom. He still had no idea why he was here, and even the occasional eavesdropping that he managed rendered very little in the way of clues as to what use the people here had for him.
Of course, being held captive like this wasn't all bad. On occasion they would do something to his rear that was... well... pleasant. They'd always be sure to bring him to climax if ever he had an arousal, and then they would suddenly slide something warm and lubricated into his tailhole and glide it back and forth. It was far too artificial-seeming to be a real penis, but it definitely felt good to the fur drake. As time went on and the days would turn into untold weeks, that member would keep getting larger and larger in diameter, nearly to the point where Losian was sure he could look down and see it bulging slightly through his abdomen.
*****
The blue furred drake's attention returned to the present as a door in the opposite wall opened, a large tray of what could only be food--judging by the smells coming toward him--was carted in by a pair of large dragon anthros dressed in medical smocks. The food in this place was always so nondescript, consisting of things that defied definition. This thing looked like an apple maybe, but tasted like cheddar cheese and pasta perhaps. This other thing looked like it might have been a breaded and fried fish, but it tasted of strawberries and oatmeal. Regardless, it was all tasty, always nice and hot, and fed to him in good quantities.
The orderlies offered him food at his own pace, and he munched what they gave him, enjoying his meal. Today was different though, today, one of the doctors who he had come to know as being partially responsible for the reason that he was locked into a wall like this, was also in the room.
"Losian, today is a very special day," he began, and the fur drake watched as the relatively short black crow in the white medical coat explained, nodding a little. "Today, you are going to get your first clients."
The furry drake swallowed his last mouthful of some potato-something and shook his head. "No more food, thank you," he said in a polite tone, being rude had never served him well for anything here. "What do you mean by clients, sir?" he asked, tilting his head a little. The orderlies packed up the rest of the meal and left quietly, looking bored as they usually did. It wouldn't be odd to say that they probably signed on for the job because they enjoyed the action, rather than when a patient decided to cooperate all of the time.
"Why, you're in a breeding lab, didn't you know?" the doctor replied, a rhetorical question if there ever was one. Losian blinked a little, seemingly taken aback at the idea that he'd be used for breeding. "No more questions though, your clients will be here any minute, I have to show you off now. Be good, we'll be back in a few moments." The doctor squawked, writing something down on his clip board before heading out the same door that the food cart had come and gone through, leaving the furry drake alone once more.
Left to his own devices, Losian pondered this new development. Breeding lab... did they really need donor seed so badly that they had to kidnap and condition perfectly willing individuals to... ‘extract' from? Something was weird about the whole idea, though Losian certainly couldn't place what it might have been.
His thoughts were interrupted by the lights flickering on in the small viewing room next to his cage. It was a simple, small room with one wall made of glass to allow anyone to look into his room. It had never been used before this moment, and must have been reserved for whenever the drake had ‘clients.'
There they were, two stallions. One of the stallions looked like a draft with short, tan fur, the other a shorter palomino with gray fur, both of them were clothed in what could be considered ‘business casual' slacks and button-up shirts. Their pants bulging in their groin areas as most horses are want to do. They looked over the fur drake as if assessing a major purchase, the crow doctor was at their side, talking about something. Only the muffled sound of his voice came through the glass, nothing more definite than his irritating squawking tone. Losian cracked a bit of a smile as he noticed that the stallions both winced a little whenever the doctor began to prattle on about something to them as they were considering Losian. Good, so he wasn't the only one who thought the doctor was annoying in this respect.
Finally, the smaller of the two turned to the doctor and said something in a low voice, the bigger nodding. The crow looked positively ecstatic at whatever the news was, and led them out of the room, turning the light off behind him and leaving Losian alone once again.
The fur drake hung there, occasionally squirming as he felt the massaging circuits working his form to keep his muscles from getting tired of the constant position. Nothing happened for quite some time, maybe an hour.
A whirring sound above him got his attention, the drake looking upward as the ceiling suddenly opened and something complex seemed to lower downward toward the furry drake. Losian looked over it from his angle. Pipes? Wires? Straps of varying widths and lengths, even robotic arms and such. It was all a mechanical jumble as far as he was concerned. There was also movement behind him. He could hear voices coming from the other half of the room that was where his ass was. He felt straps being put in place under his tailbase and against his legs, and a whirring noise that suddenly spread his legs and tail apart, leaving his rear completely open for any and all to see, making him blush profusely through his blue fur.
The door opened in front of him, and the same two orderlies that gave him his food entered and started to work the machine that lowered from the ceiling, switching it on, then attaching some straps to his harness until he hung more horizontally, rather than vertically. IV tubes were placed into both his arms, attached to the machine, which started dripping a fluid into his veins, and the orderlies suddenly held his head as the machine tried to pry his jaws apart and shove a long, thick cylindrical tube down his throat. He struggled in surprise at first, but was forced to swallow it, the thing going down his esophagus and eventually into his stomach, lodging itself in there despite his attempt to cough it back up.
As quickly as they had come, the orderlies were gone, leaving the drake to whatever fate now had in store for his science-experiment of a predicament.
*****
Brian and Jason, the stallions that would be clients, were led from the room. Brian, the larger draft lay his big hand on the palomino's shoulders, smiling. "This is it, we're going to have a colt, aren't we?" he asked, excitement in his deep tone.
Jason whickers a little and nods. "I hope so, the doctor says they've had a one hundred percent success rate so far!" The two stallions clopped along to the preparation room with the crow doctor.
"Alright, gentlemen, if you'll remove your clothing and place it in the bins marked with your names, we can get started. You can stand for this next part, but I recommend sitting as some of our clients have a hard time keeping balance at first," the doctor squawked, heading into a new room ahead of the two stallions. This room had a few examination tables and some kiosks for medical supplies. Two large bins sat on one of the examination tables.
Stripping slowly, the stallions lay their clothing in the bins, carefully folding them up as they went. Shirts came off to expose bulging musculature for Brian, and lithe skinniness for Jason. Pants came off to expose hairy fetlocks and large hooves for Brian, and graceful legs for Jason. Finally, underwear came off to expose large stallion packages for each, though, surprisingly, Jason's was the larger by a slight margin. They both sat on the examination table, balls touching the cold surface, making them shrivel a little as they waited for the next part.
The crow came back with a pair of syringes in a small metal tray. "Lay back and don't look, it's easier that way," he squawked, coming up to the draft first and flicking the syringe near the needle. He suddenly slid the needle right into the base of Brian's cock and pushed the plunger down, making the stud gasp out loudly in what had to be pain, making Jason wince. Cleaning the injection site up, the doctor then stuck Jason in around the same place as he had Brian, making Jason cry out in his own voice.
Both stallions held their balls as they felt the serum work its magic, making them groan in unison at the aching/pleasurable sensation of their genitals swelling up. The crow smiled and put the metal tray with the spent needles back up at the equipment kiosk, turning as he saw both stallions testicles each swell up to the size of watermelons, and their sheaths begin to approach the size of large soda cups.
"Good good, progressing nicely, come with me," the crow replied, moving to another door marked ‘Pens'. The stallions gasped a little, sweat appearing through their fur from the intense sensations. They both tried to get down from the table, but the weight of their genitals caused them to have to carry them a little, sheaths bulging in arousal until horse cocks half the size of their torsos begin to emerge and flag into the air, flaring at their plunger-shaped tips and starting to ooze a good trickle of clear, thick precum onto the sterile floor. "Quickly, don't want to waste it all, do you?" the doctor demanded, making both stallions clop/waddle for the door.
*****
Losian, newly hooked up to the machine, rested, feeling a steady arousal build in him. It had to be whatever was going into his bloodstream via the IV tubes. He felt hot. Noises started resounding behind him, but he wasn't sure what it could be, not even being capable of the half-turn he had been able to do before being hooked up to the machine in front of him. He suddenly felt paws on his ass, big paws, and they squeezed and groped there, making him moan suddenly through the tube in his muzzle, blushing through his fur once again. Those paws groped firmly, then started to rub over his anus. Oh gods, it felt so good to be touched there.
No! This was terribly wrong for some reason, and the furry drake started to struggle a little, his needful lust combatting his desire to stay at least somewhat decent. Breeding lab or no breeding lab, rape was going too far. Or was it?
The more those paws gripped around his thighs and rump, the less of a fight he was able to put up, until finally he hung from his straps again, panting as his arousal continued to spike uncontrollably. Finally, he felt something large and blunt against his ass, something living! It pushed, and to his amazement, his hole opened steadily, and hungrily devoured the offered shaft, making him cry out in enjoyment.
*****
Brian was first, his huge horsecock plunged deep into that tightly-stretched dark hole of the drake that they had been shown earlier. This was too bizarre for words, but the extreme pleasure that he felt in his loins demanded that he drive onward, shoving more of that monstrous tool into the blue furry ass of the creature trapped in the wall. Jason stood there, stroking his own equine endowment as he watched his husband plow into their breeding toy, globs of thick precum drooling from his open urethra and splattering on the floor.
"Oh hurry up, Brian, I need to have him so badly!" the palomino exclaimed as a sudden gush of precum splashed right against the blue furdrake's rump, soaking into the fur. What didn't soak the fur splashed onto the floor instead, sliding toward the drain installed there for just such an event.
Brian was trying, his balls so full of cum he could almost feel them sloshing every time he moved his huge cock within the stretched hole of the drake.
*****
Losian looked down at himself and gasped as best he could around the tube in his throat. His gut was bulging with what looked like an enormous horse's flared shaft tip. The blue fur was bulged to exactly that shape, the wide urethra even showing through. Then it slid backward, making him groan out as it moved around inside him, the horse behind him beginning to thrust forcefully into his body.
So this is what the doctor had meant. He wasn't the donor, he was the receiver. It was too early to wrap his mind around the details though, especially when that enormous endowment was making a condom out of his belly.
To Losian's surprise, it didn't hurt at all. What pain there should have been from this obviously organ-destroying.... organ was nothing but pleasure instead. This must have been what all the preparation was about, shifting things around inside him and stretching his hole out, so that he could take such immensity. The drake felt heavier suddenly, his eyes opening again as he watched his gut balloon outward, then downward. His swollen belly touched the cold metal floor as thick, sloshing spurts of something hot and heavy gushed into him at a steady rate. The loud sound of horse whinnying reached his ears from behind. The first stallion must have orgasmed.
*****
Brian had most of his cock inside the stretched ring as he came finally, filling that little ass up with as much spooge as it would hold. Eventually the pressure was too great, and the dark ring stretched wider as it started to ooze a copious amount of seed. Huge, thick droplets of the stuff slid out and down around the horse's balls, drooling onto the floor to join the massive amount of precum there. Brian's instincts kicked in as he pulled back, his loins contracting one last time to fire the gooey, sticky cum plug into the furry drake's ass, keeping him from spurting anything else out of that now gaping and used hole.
Brian gasped, collapsing on the slick floor with a grunt, his huge shaft laying over his chest area, drooling idly with the remnants of his orgasm. The other stallion whinnied a little in lust, clopping up to that gaping hole in Losian's ass, and thrusting his wide flare inside, well lubricated by his mate's copious load before him.
*****
He wanted to rest now, his belly trying to cope with the enormous load trapped inside, but there was no rest for him. Another cock slid into him without hesitance and without pause, making him strain against his bonds, the straps creaking loudly at the additional weight in his belly.
This one was thrusting far more wildly than the other, but it was no smaller, so his form was rocked a little by the power of that large phallus plowing into him. His bright eyes closed firmly as he gasped in pleasure from all the pummeling his insides were taking.
The stallion must have been trying to force himself, for his orgasm was slow in coming, but he stopped for an inexplicable moment, confusing the furry drake since he didn't feel any swelling. The stallion certainly hadn't climaxed yet, had he? That's when he felt the other cock come back, pressing against his hole again. No way, they couldn't both get their cocks in him... could they?
*****
Brian held Jason against his front, his cock resting up along the underside of his mate's, their lips locked in a passionate kiss as they both suddenly plowed their huge flares into the soaked, furry ass. They thought they could hear a loud squealing noise come from the other side of the steel wall, but they paid it no mind, they were in paradise. They were thrusting as one, one big horse with all his phallic prowess, their lips leaving each others' so that they could watch their veiny shafts spread that hole apart nearly to its breaking point. Precum and actual horse cum gushed lewdly from that gaping opening even as they prepared to load it back up with another double dose of their own.
Losian came explosively at that point, and both horses witnessed the blue drake's shaft spurt and spurt and spurt all over the floor, encouraging them to continue their bombardment of their toy's internal structure. They began to thrust faster, feeling their double flares pressing against the opposite end of the bloated drake's gut, pushing it outward in a huge bulge, their massive testicles pulling up against their groins.
*****
Losian hung pitifully, whimpering through his tube as the oversensitivity of orgasm made him absolutely helpless. His belly shook and shuddered as the dual shafts plowed him without mercy, sweat dripping from his soaked fur onto the ground around his belly. He could feel them getting to their climax, tensing up a little as he prepared for the load to come.
Come it did, with their loud whinnies filling the background, his gut bloated immensely, pressing against the ground to the point that he was lifted bodily. The drake was no longer really supported or suspended by the straps in the ceiling at all, now situated comfortably on his enormous bed of a gut, with his hips still trapped in the wall and no one behind him the wiser for how enormous he had become.
*****
The stallions lay there in a pool of their own cum, cuddling each other, watching as their shafts gently returned to normal size, watching as that soaked cream-pie of an ass in the wall continued to drool a little though otherwise be completely inanimate.
"Our time's almost up, dear, should we help clean up before heading off?" Brian asked, licking Jason's cheek with a little whicker. "Nah, that's what the orderlies are for," Jason replied with a smile, "besides, from what the doctor says, this guy loves every second of his work." With a tilt of his head, he indicated Losian's ass, and both stallions chuckled at that.