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A generic black SUV pulled into a generic parking lot of a generic business center that could have been anywhere in the industrialized world. The SUV wasn't in the best condition, but it wasn't in horrible disrepair either. After a moment of anxious idleness the driver stepped out. He was a large equine anthromorph of the Clydesdale variety wearing slightly baggy black jogging pants and a grey sweater that was slightly stretched by his large, muscular frame. After locking the car up he nervously strode into the business center. Everyone has seen them, one large squarish building with lots of space for rent, a dozen businesses occupied this complex, but the anthromorph was only interested in one. Walking through the repressively square hallways with bland white paint and cheap industrial carpet he had to repress butterflies in his stomach. After five minutes of walking through hallways he had to face the fact that he was lost, pulling out a printed sheet of instructions from his pocket he frowned thoughtfully before setting off to find a business to use as a landmark.

After another five minutes of walking he finally found his bearings and set off for his destination, glad that he had given himself a significant margin of error when he had planned this little excursion into his day. After traversing the whole complex, one end to the other, he finally found the building he was looking for. He stopped in front of the door, his tail swishing through the air in an agitated fashion. He had to swallow a lump in his throat, which was difficult given how dry his mouth had suddenly become. He had been apprehensive about his choice to go through with this, but he did not have much of a choice.

He had just been laid off his part-time job because his supervisor's son had needed a job and he was the newest hire. Finding a new job was not going to happen soon enough for his bank account to last. He couldn't just not work, even if his student loans weren't going to be an issue for at least a few more years, he needed to make rent, and food would be nice. After reassuring himself that he was out of options and that there was nothing morally, ethically, or legally wrong with what he was about to do he squared his shoulders and walked through the door marked "Silverston Fertility Clinic".

Once inside he found himself in a waiting room that could have belonged to any medical practice in the world: semi-comfortable chairs, cheap 'art' on the walls, rack of outdated magazines, the works. A quick glance around revealed the receptionist's desk and that he was currently alone in the waiting room aside from the receptionist herself. He walked over and got her attention.

"Excuse me? I have an appointment to meet with Doctor Miller."

"Name please?" The feline receptionist asked as she looked up from the computer screen. She was a light orange color with marvelously green eyes and wearing a plain blouse and even plainer black pants.

"Theodore Carter." A few seconds of typing followed as the receptionist confirmed the appointment.

"Yes, here you are. You're in luck, Doctor Miller's three o'clock cancelled earlier this morning, go right in, he'll be ready for you. Through that door," She pointed to her left, indicating the only other door in the room. "Take the door on your right and go down to the end of the hallway, can't miss it."

"Thank you." He followed her instructions, finding his anxiety growing greater with every step. The hallway on the other side of the door was short, barely even a hallway really. There were two doors directly to his left, bathrooms, and on his right the main expanse of the hallway opened up. Facing the end of the hallway he could clearly see the name plate on the Doctor's office, walking towards it he briefly examined the doors on either side of the hallway, all were equidistant and unmarked except the last one on either side which read 'storage' and 'lab' respectively. When he got to the Doctor's door he had to calm himself down again before knocking. A warm baritone voice answered.

"Come in." He did so, the office that greeted him was spartan, but not empty. The walls had anatomical charts disguised as posters covering most of the available space, three chairs, a desk, the doctor's chair, and that was it. The Doctor himself, another large equine anthromorph, was a uniform chestnut color. "Sit down, I just need a second to pull up the database...there we are. Alright, let's begin. I understand you want to apply to our donor program."

"Yes," Theodore coughed, trying to sound less nervous than he was, but despite all his self-reassurances he was having a hard time doing so. "Yes, I thought, uh, I would be a good match." He ended lamely. Doctor Miller smiled kindly.

"You don't have to be so nervous, everyone is a little uncomfortable at first, but there isn't anything shameful about donating sperm, the genetic profile for us anthromorphs is much more unstable than base humans, it's not uncommon for couples to have considerable trouble conceiving. By donating you can help make some families very happy."

"Ah, yes, it's just...nevermind. Did you get the information I sent in?" Before entering the donor program the gene bank needed to know certain things about any potential participants' lifestyles, and genetic and physical examinations were mandatory. He had taken all of the tests and sent in the relevant information, but he had carried all the results on a flash drive in his pocket, just in case.

"Yes, I have it right here. Let's see...you're a purebred Clydesdale...the physical and genetic screenings didn't uncover any problems...holding a steady 3.9 grade point average at the University and you're on the wrestling team. Good, I don't see any problems here. If you pass the final tests I don't see any reason you won't be able to join, in fact you're probably going to get in. We don't have many equines, we need them rather badly." Theodore internally sighed in relief, if this went through he would get enough money to hold him over for a few weeks until he found another job. "Okay then, let's get on with it. Follow me please."

The doctor got out of his chair and exited the room, walking down towards the other end of the hallway and unlocking one of the unmarked doors from earlier. Theodore followed dutifully and entered the room the doctor indicated. The room inside was carpeted in white, but had tan walls, which made it seem less clinical, something he found comforting. There was not much in décor though; there were a couple of chairs, a small shelf, a television with a built-in DVD player, and a small freezer. There was also a small set of locked cabinets on the wall next to the door; Doctor Miller removed a key from the pocket of his labcoat and reached in, pulling out an odd looking device.

"Okay Theodore, this is how this will work. Before we accept you into the program we need to run some test on your semen itself, and to do that we need a sample. This room is stocked with plenty of material to help you provide it, magazines are on the bookshelf right below the DVDs, and lubrication is on top. When you feel your orgasm coming on you will need to fit this sheath over the head of your penis." He handed over the sheath. It was attached to a plastic vial large enough to handle the most...robust, contributions, via what looked like the end of a balloon, only larger and made of a more rigid material. "It is one size fits all, so you will need to hold it tight to prevent any unfortunate spills. Once you are finished you pull the tube out and the vial will seal itself. After that I need you to put any materials you used back in their place, and then take the vial and put it in this freezer, all you have to do after that is dump the rubber sleeve in this slot here." He indicated the freezer in the corner of the room and a slot in the wall large enough to accommodate the rubber sleeve, both thoroughly festooned with biohazard warning labels.

"Is that it?" Theodore asked.

"Yes, the samples are collected at the end of the day and are processed on-site, so the results should get back to me fairly quickly. I'll email you within three days with the results." He said, walking towards the door. "Have fun."

The door closed as the doctor left and Theodore walked over to it and engaged the heavy duty lock to ensure himself some privacy. Then he took a deep breath, this was the part that he had been nervous about. Sure, he had masturbated before, it was hardly an unfamiliar activity to him, he had first discovered it when he was fourteen and had become very good at it over the next nine years, especially given that his romantic prospects were dismally slim given his overfull schedule of studying, wrestling, and work. His sexual experiences could depressingly be counted on one paw, three one night stands with Phillies also attending the university, and the last over a year ago. He was thankful that he managed to get a single dorm instead of having a room mate, which meant that he could make use of the shower to masturbate, cleaning up with a tissue was not an option for equine anthromorphs, if they tried they would need a whole box.

It wasn't like he thought masturbation was unhealthy or sinful, he didn't have any moral issues with it. He had been raised in a very straightforward household. When his parents found him out, they sat him down for a very embarrassing but non-judgmental talk. They did not have a problem with him doing it, as long as he was discreet about it, did not download or look up pornography on the computer, and cleaned up afterwards. He had been so mortified he had stopped, for a week. After that he had always obeyed his parents' guidelines: he never did anything that would give him away, he never got anywhere near pornography on the computer, and he was careful to eliminate all traces of his actions. In return, his parents never commented on his longer than normal night time showers.

Despite all that he had never imagined that he would be doing this. Still, he couldn't deny that there was a bit of a thrill to this, and hey, he was masturbating for a good cause right? He might as well have some fun. He felt his pants bulging slightly at the thought, grinning he pulled his shirt off. Thankfully the room was plenty warm enough that he would be comfortable naked. After his shirt hit the floor he stripped out of his pants and moved all of his clothes to a corner where they would not be in any danger of getting stained. A sudden thought occurred to him and he had to chuckle, he had briefly wondered why the carpet in this room was white, as opposed to the dark blue carpet in the hallway. He felt a little stupid just for wondering.

Walking over to the shelf as his erection grew he picked up a bottle of generic water based lubricant and gently tossed it over by the chair, then he knelt down to examine the magazines. There were all kinds of them: bovine, equine, canine, feline, straight, gay, lesbian, all kinds. The surprising (and amusing) part was how well organized it was. He picked out a copy of Rancher and a copy of Phillies, the first a straight magazine that featured equines and the latter a lesbian one. Deciding to take his time, the Doctor hadn't mentioned a time limit after all, he walked back to a chair, stretched his legs out in front of him and opened the copy of Rancher. He let his eyes meander over the beautiful models, feeling himself get as hard as he had ever been. It was tempting to grab hold of himself and blast one out, but he wanted to savor the experience, so he forced himself to wait, knowing that his eventual orgasm would be all the better for it, besides, he rarely got the time to really relax and enjoy a leisurely session, normally they were hurried and almost frantic additions to his showers. Now though, he could sit back, relax, and enjoy his second favorite activity.

Page after page of models posing naked, fingering themselves, playing with all matter of toys, or having sex with other models filled the pages and flamed his loins. He had never had much exposure to magazines like this, being smart enough never to buy them while he lived at home and too broke to buy them now that he wasn't; so it was a novelty. He was interested to find himself discovering his tastes already, he preferred the pictures of the Phillies who used their fingers to pleasure themselves better than the ones that posed with toys. He found the sex scenes interesting, but he knew that they would be better in video. He imagined himself with all the beautiful Phillies in the pictures, visualizing himself breeding with them in as vivid detail as he could. The last picture of the magazine really stirred his imagination, it was of a model that had just finished breeding two stallions. She was lying on her back, her legs pulled partially into her chest, her paws still grasping the erection that she was kissing as she looked into the camera, the other one not four inches away from the first, her roan coat splattered liberally with semen. He smiled at that, he was not exactly gay, but he wasn't put off by the large amount of cock in the pictures. If he was honest with himself he was a little...curious. He was not averse to spending time with another male, but he was far too interested in females to be gay.

Having finished with Rancher he opened up Phillies, and let his right hand brush gently over his scrotum and the shaft of his penis as he took in the photos of buxom females playing with each other. This was a special 'toybox' edition, so it heavily featured all kinds of female aids. One in particular got his attention for being massive even by equine standards. It was easily the size of a two liter bottle of soda and shaped to be anatomically realistic. Equine and Bovine anthromorphs were rather infamously well endowed, males and females alike. Male bovine and equine anthromorphs having penises that measured around a foot long were not that uncommon at all, but even so, that toy was ridiculous. That did not stop the Phillies from enjoying it to the fullest. The toys, while interesting, could not hold his attention for long though, the pictures of the naked models making out and eating each other out were far more interesting. He didn't find this as titillating as the copy of Rancher unfortunately, oh it was definitely still fun, but just not as much. He was increasingly bored with it until the last few pages.

The last few pages of the magazine were apparently all from one shoot. The Phillies in question were a startling contrast, one pure black, the other pure white. The pictures featured the pair kissing deeply, followed by the black one suckling on the right breast of her partner, and finally with her muzzle pressed between her partner's legs. Her partner's face was, of course, lit up with rapture. He studied the pictures thoroughly for another couple of minutes before closing that magazine too. When he did he looked down at his erection, he smiled, feeling proud of it as he always did when he was aroused, he took a moment to just stroke it with the back of his hand. He was of an average size for a horse, which was to say large. He smiled at the memory of what his first mate had said when she had seen him in all his glory.

His first time was a bit fuzzy, as it had occurred just after a party. He and the philly had both been drunk enough to have significantly lowered inhibitions but not too drunk to lose the prerequisite coordination to have sex. Their flirting had been constant through the party and only got more overt with the increasing amount of alcohol in their systems. When things progressed to the point where she had her paw in the waistband of his pants and he was almost groping her full-stop, he had invited her back to his dorm. She had agreed and they both beat a slightly unsteady retreat. Once they got back to his dorm room they didn't waste any time, they groped, fondled and generally explored each other for five minutes before clothes began coming off. The rest of it was a little blurry, but he distinctly remembered telling her he was a virgin. She hadn't been put off and instead asked him how he masturbated, he was a bit taken aback but told her truthfully that he did so standing up in the shower. She smiled at him, lifted herself onto his kitchen counter and spread her legs, saying that it would be easier to do it that way then. The rest of the night was a blur of pleasurable sensations. The morning after wasn't nearly as fun, but she had told him that he did very good for a virgin, which had made his day.

The memory faded as he felt something slither down the underside of his shaft. He looked down to see precum leaking out. He smiled and brought his paw up and spread a thin layer of it all over the head of his penis. He tended to get a little adventurous when he was aroused, and now was no different. He knew he was going to use one of the DVDs to finish himself off, but before he did he stretched his legs all the way out, put his hands behind his head, and admired himself. He knew it was foolish and he would be embarrassed about it later, but right now he couldn't help it. A little more precum leaked out of his tip and he surprised himself by leaning forward and touching his tongue to it. He actually froze when he did, he had never done that before. Thought about it, but never done it. It did not taste good, but it did not taste bad either. In his extremely aroused state he figured, to hell with it, and savored the thrill of doing something new as he licked the drop of precum off his tip. It felt amazing, and he couldn't help but smile a little as he recklessly engulfed his tip in his mouth and cleaned it off. The taste lingered, salty and bitter, on his tongue as he got up and walked over to the shelf to grab a DVD.

He put the magazines back in their section and grabbed the first equine DVD his paw landed on. Thankfully the tv was already set to the proper configuration and the show started immediately. He smiled as he picked up the bottle of lubricant he had placed next to the chair and lubed up his right paw and his shaft, watching a stunningly beautiful grey and cream philly stretch out on a bed, facing the camera. She slowly and luxuriously began massaging her breasts, moaning softly as she did so. He set himself the goal of timing his orgasm with the inevitable money shot at the end of the scene as he began rubbing himself lustily. The scene progressed to her penetrating herself with her fingers, moaning loudly as she did so, after a few minutes of this she started adding more fingers and before he knew it she was fitting nearly her whole hand inside herself. Then the Philly was joined by a black stallion and they began mating in earnest, starting with him kneeling at the end of the bed between her splayed legs and pounding into her fiercely (much to her vocal delight), then transitioning to her kneeling on the bed and him breeding her doggy style. At this point Theodore was standing up, rubbing his shaft and bucking his hips at the same time, falling into his regular habit. The end of the scene came when the pair were in a variation of the missionary position, the philly's moans, which had been as constant as the stallion's pleased grunts increased in pitch and tempo. Then she moaned loudly and the stallion pulled out of her as his peak arrived, squirting her with tremendous amounts of semen.

Theodore couldn't handle it anymore, his hips bucking and his breath coming in gasps he felt his orgasm coming like a tidal wave. He quickly grabbed the collection device and fixed it over the head of his shaft with minimal fuss. The pressure and snug fit of it over his sensitive head made him moan unintentionally, and not two seconds later his orgasm slammed into his pelvis. A grunt that segued into a moan passed his lips as he gripped the device as he had been told, smiling triumphantly as he floated in the euphoria of his climax and watched three large pulses of semen flow through the tube and into the vial. His smile stayed plastered on his face as he slumped back into the chair, detaching the vial from the tube and setting it in his lap, feeling oddly smug about the warmth that soaked through onto his thigh. Then he pulled the rubber sleeve off of his slowly softening penis, and in a moment of whimsy, covered the head of his shaft with his mouth once again, cleaning himself off.

The taste of his fluids stayed in his mouth a long time as he rested from his exertion. While he waited for his erection to diminish he turned off the DVD player and returned the DVD to it's proper place. Then he disposed of the rubber sleeve in the biohazard container the doctor had mentioned and stored his contribution in the freezer, next to six other samples of various sizes. He grinned stupidly, inordinately proud that his sample was the largest. By that point his penis had shrunk to its normal size, so he dressed, relishing the feeling of cloth on his bare skin more than usual, and left the office to go home, nodding politely to the secretary on his way out and in general feeling much better than when he had come in. Three days later he received an email from the clinic: his sample had passed with flying colors, he was accepted into the program.