”Take a picture,” the mink said.
	The badger blushed as she watched the fox boy’s eyes gleam when the embedded camera zoomed in. Her pink petals and little pucker were on nice display for him. There was a little sparkle in the fox’s eye: the picture had been taken.
	”Say bye-bye to Tello,” Doctor Mindleby instructed, stepping backwards into the gate.
	”Bye Telly,” the badger bid.
	”Bye Chassy,” he replied.
	She felt the fun dizzy feeling as they went backwards into the gate. It was even more dizzying when the mink turned round upon arrival. Chastity giggled, her eyes and head rolling for a moment.
	The new room was fashioned like a nursery room. It was a small, cozy room, dimly lit by sunlight that came in through a sheer-curtained window. There was a small blanket-and-pillow fort in the corner, with plushies on-guard all around the entrance. The walls were a peach-yellow, and grass was a cotton-candy swirl of pink and purple.
	Were it not for the bits of medical equipment here and there, one from an earlier time wouldn’t think it was a hospital room at first glance.
	”Okay, sweetie, let’s get you situated quick as we can. We don’t want your heats to start up again,” the doctor advised. She carried the little badger over to a special type of molding-chair. It was already molded close to how the doctor wanted: a slight v-shape with raised stirrups for the legs. She placed the little girl on her back in the chair and began working the molding over her feet and hands.
	”Just a mild restraining to keep you situated,” the doctor informed. “Should be more comfortable than your previous restraint in the dungeon; how’s that?” She asked.
	”Good,” the girl said, trying to wiggle her feet and hands a little. Her legs were spread wide, wide enough that anyone would step right up to her and have unimpeded, full access to the holes between her legs. The molding had been shifted toward the outside of her legs as well, so that she was just barely supported by it, the backs of her knees mostly open to the air. “Comfy,” she added.
	”Good, we certainly want you to be comfortable. Now,” the mink reached down and pinched a bit of the molding-chair beneath the badger’s rump, “we have to be certain that the eager boys don’t accidentally waste all that cum you need by filling up the wrong hole. So we’ll just plug this one up, here.”
	”Ooo!” Chastity cooed, as the doctor formed a long shaft out of the molding, and gently worked it into her tailhole. She let out a sigh as it settled deep in her rectum, and her sphincter excitedly quivered around the bulbous base that popped in. The doctor gave it a few tugs to make sure it was securely in place, and the badger squirmed and moaned from the pressure the tugging put on the inside of her orifice.
	”And, we have to cover this one as well,” the mink continued, working the molding near the badger’s cheeks up and over her muzzle, forming it into a mask that both blocked her mouth as well as kept her head in a relatively stable position. But, it was flexible enough that she would be able to tilt her head enough to gaze down her body.
	”There we go. Now the hole we want them in is the only hole they can get at.” She said with satisfaction, reaching to touch the girl’s little flower. “Uh-oh,” she remarked, noticing how wet and slippery it had gotten. “I think your heats are about to start up again. Okay, let me go get your first relief. Be right back.”
	Chastity watched as the doctor melded with the rippling wall. She started to breathe heavily, anticipating her first subject. A stallion that had been denied an orgasm for twenty-four hours. Non-stop edging for that long had a similar effect to her heats: it added a level of desperation for relief that insanity was inevitable.
	She was used to being on that side. She wasn’t used to being the one lucidly giving relief. She could only imagine what she was about to be in for, and it made her all tingly.
	She let out a moan as a gentle orgasm tickled through her.
	The wall rippled once more, and Dr. Mindleby came through. She was wheeling an upright gurney, that had a restrained equine in it. There was an IV-Drip that was no doubt what currently kept him sedated.
	”Chastity, meet Benjamin,” the doctor said, as she began undoing the restraints.
	The stallion was about fifteen or sixteen. As the wrappings came off, his bulging muscles burst out, relaxing from having been compressed.
	”Once I’ve got him undone, I’ll cut off the sedative,” she said, the restraints around his body fully undone. “Then I’ll leave, and after a few moments he’ll come-to. Then, you’re all his,” she said with a wink.
	The badger let out another soft moan, watching as the doctor went to the stallion’s restrained groin. It was held in a cage, which the mink quickly dismantled.
	The monstrous cock was over a foot long, and nearly half that around. It was pink toward its flared tip, and a brownish-black toward the base. In between, around the preputial ring, the colors mottled together in little spots and speckles.
	His balls were nearly the size of her head. They had a smaller cage wrapped around them that the doctor began to dismantle and remove. She coaxed away the cock-ring and ball-ring at the base of his testicles, and with them she carefully slipped out the prostate-agitator from his rectum. The last piece she had to remove was the plug that sealed his urethra; it pulled free with an audible pop.
	With that, the beast was now free, held back only by the sedative.
	”We’ll be monitoring to make sure things go smoothly, so no worries.” The doctor said with a reassuring smile. She reached behind the gurney, removing the injector that administered the sedative. “Good luck,” she bid, and hurriedly rushed out of the room.
	Chastity watched the stallion, her heart beginning to hasten.
	The first sign was the pre. It began dripping from the flared head onto the grass. It started off slow, but quickly picked up until it was a steady stream.
	The monstrous shaft began to twitch and quiver, stirring from the fire that agitated it.
	”Nnnnngggghhhh...”
	Chastity moaned again in response. Another gentle orgasm took her.
	He let out a few more groans, and then his eyes flicked open.
	Her heart fluttered.
	His legs wobbled as he took a step forward, still groaning. He held his head, trying to keep the room from spinning. He stumbled forward, landing on hands and knees. As his vision cleared, he made sense of what he saw before him.
	Her heart fluttered again when she hard him give a whimpering whinny. He approached her, crawling on hands and knees. She watched as he peered between her legs.
	His fingers tentatively touched her thighs, lifting away as soon as he felt her fur.
	She whimpered when he slapped himself. She met his eyes; his were tearing.
	He balled a fist, and smacked himself on the side of the temple. Again. Again.
	She let out a whine, urging him to stop.
	He looked to her again, and reached out to touch. This time, he pressed his fingers against her thigh firmly, feeling that she was solid, and real. He let out a sob, his fingers running up her thigh to her petals. He felt her soft folds, spread them wide. He dipped his nose in and took a whiff, smelling her scent. With another sob,  he nuzzled her flower, its dew trickling onto his cheek.
	She cooed to him, wriggling and shimmying as best she could to encourage him further.
	He let out a needy whinny, and stood up. He took his cock in both hands, resting his tip against her petals. Pre flowed freely all over her mound, matting her fur. The fingers of one hand ran along to the tip and found her petite folds. He spread them, and adjusted the alignment of his cock.
	She started to taste the sticky pre from the buds that lined her passage. A strong, sweet, butterscotch taste. It must have been so potent since he hadn’t cum for so long. Imagining all that pent up semen aching to flow, putting pressure on the dam to try and get it to relent; and knowing that she was about to be the reservoir the dam flooded into, made her squirm with frustration as the boy fumbled to find purchase with the head of his cock.
	”Mmmh!” She moaned when he pressed against her. Her legs went limp just from the pressure against her vulva. When the pressure eased she felt tingles all down her inner-thighs.
	Then he pushed again, matching her moan with a desperate keening. Though her hole and his peg were both round, the hole was certainly much smaller.
	But the peg would fit eventually.
	The colt leaned over her, pressing his hands on the chair. His weight tilted the chair down. He looked into her color-shifting eyes, which were wiggling back and forth with anticipation. Gripping the chair and planting his heels, he applied pressure with just his hips once more.
	And this time, he wouldn’t relent.
	It was a full two moments of heated moaning and grunting, whimpering and whining. White sparkles began to glitter in their eyes, until a slurping noise came to their ears.
	Her eyes bulged to match the sudden dilation of her hole. She went empty to taught with just the first half-inch. It would be one thing when he finally pushed in all the way, but now when there was such a difference between how stretched her vestibule was, and how relaxed her inner-chambers, she was very acutely aware of just how large this colt was.
	She mirrored each of his nudges with a spasm as he worked his way into her. Short, little pushes that slipped him in deeper and deeper by the quarter-inch. His preputial ring nudged her entrance.
	Between her nectar and his pre, things were wet enough between them that the ring slipped in with a soft, wet crackle. After a few more nudges, his flared tip kissed her cervix.
	They relaxed.
	He was so overwhelmed, he lost his focus, only able to feel how her hole compressed around his cock. Just like hers, his thighs tingled with numbness.
	Her eyes went half-lidded. She could feel the warm pre dribbling out of his tip against her cervix. After a moment, enough had collected and was flooding her chamber that it begin to tease through the ostium and tickle along the smooth walls of her womb.
	Her pucker squeezed tightly around the plug stuffed within. She used it as sort of a brace to be able to work through the tingling and gentle burning that spread through her body. She witnessed with her own eyes the bulge that outlined what was stuffed deep in her tummy. She fathomed the sheer girth by tentatively squeezing around it.
	After a few moments of frustrated anticipation, she felt the rumblings of movement. He braced himself by the chair again, and started to pull out. Sloppy slurping dragged along with his length. The ring popped out, and a flood of nectar and pre drooled out right after.
	Then he pushed back in, faster this time.
	Her petals quivered as the ring slipped back in, and her breath left her when his flared tip nudged her cervix again.
	A groan escaped him as he repeated the pattern once more.
	She closed her eyes when his tip kissed her cervix again, trying to relax for the pistoning she anticipated. But then, as the suction-seal between his tip and her cervix broke with a squeak that she felt more than heard, he faltered and let out a groan.
	”Oooooaaaaaooooh…”
	He shuddered within her hold. She held her breath in anticipation of what was to come. The shuddering turned into powerful throbs—any moment now her cunny would be flooded!
	But then a moment passed, and the throbs subsided.
	She let out her breath, flustered and agitated.
	A bit of thicker, warmer pre dribbled into her, filling the space between tip and cervix. But, it was nothing like the deluge of spunk she had steeled for.
	He had been deprived for so long that his first orgasm wasn’t even that satisfying for either of them. If anything, it was nearly painful to him. The swollen, eager volume had slammed against the dam as forcefully as it could but nothing really clicked. The pump hadn’t been primed, and only now was it in position, but after all that fuss and muster.
	And it ached so badly.
	She opened her eyes when she felt something tap her chest. She thought it was his fingers, seeking to touch her body to help rouse his vigor. A glint of light was caught before she felt another tap.
	He was crying.
	”I need to cum,” he sobbed. “It hurts so bad… I dunno if I even can...” He was starting to panic. “You’re… You’re just another tease! This is all just another denial… I’m supposed to feel like I’m about to but with every orgasm I won’t...”
	Her heat was starting to spark, she could feel it. A panic started to swell in her as well. She grunted and groaned, wriggling and bearing down on him, even managing to tug him in a little.
	He sobbed again. “No… No… Please don’t… Auuuuugggghhhhhh...” He couldn’t resist the feelings. She was so tight and warm, so small and delicate. His cum roiled within him, begging and pleading to be unleashed into her soft, snuggly hole.
	She relaxed, now serving as the cocksleeve the doctor had promised she’d be. He was rutting her quite good. Wanton squelches making up for her inability to moan, as every time he bottomed out within her she lost her breath. She started getting dizzy, unable to take a deep breath, barely managing. Were it not for the synthecytes’ efficiency, she would have gone a little hypoxic.
	He was rutting angrily. After his feigned orgasm, that came so easily, now he had to work harder. It was so slow to build. The twinge in his loins, his balls and prostate eagerly telling him they wanted to do their jobs better than ever, was also distracting and faltered him from the edge time and again.
	”Please… I need to cum… It’s been so long,” he begged. “Don’t make me suffer anymore… Please… Set me free...”
	She was afraid to cum, herself. She was afraid it would start triggering her heats. But his pleading touched her in a way. The poor boy needed his release, and he could only get it with her help.
	”Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhh!” She let out an aggressive grunt, snaring down on the monster that filled her. She held the embrace for several seconds, and it helped her realize just how much he was filling her tiny little hole.
	Her sustained hold on him wavered, until she began seizing. Her orgasm wracked through her, eyes rolling up as the white sparks flooded her sight. She was now a cock-massager, and she wanted to do her best to make it a happy cock.
	Her best was evidently more than enough.
	With a loud whinny he stood up and pressed his cock further into her. His hips rocked back and forth slightly from the powerful contractions of his lions. The wonderful bliss of semen flowing from his fountain made his knees wobble.
	His cum was viscous and hot, but the heat was rather soothing to the soft tissues of her tunnel. Her contractions were like suckles, milking his cock and drawing the semen forth even faster than he could produce it.
	”Ah!” He stumbled back, and the pressure that had built up within her caused his dick to pop free with a sloppy, suctioned kiss. He stepped forward again to try and snuggle his way back into her hole, but with his turbulent throbbing he only managed to graze along her mound and rest it over her tummy.
	His orgasm was relentless. It continued, his cum now splattering all over her face and chest. Being tilted back, the cum that was in her cunny was now bubbling up like a spring, dribbling out down along her tummy.
	For a full two minutes he hosed her with spooge. His body didn’t want to stop for fear this might be the last time he might ever get to feel the relieving flow. But, eventually, his exhaustion caught up with him, and he was kept balanced only by leaning against the chair.
	She stirred with a groan. Her eyes weakly opened, and she gathered her bearings. She was still bound in the chair, tilted back and lying in a pool of cum. Though her fur was black, she was now completely white from all of it that caked her.
	Its smell was intoxicating. She felt the burning in her womb, and a tear beaded from her eye, unable to trickle out down her cheek due to the layer of spunk that mussed it.
	All this cum, and barely any of it made it into her uterus.
	”Ooooohhhhhh...” The equine groaned. “I… I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “But… But I need to cum again… Please...” He whined, and gripped his penis again. He pressed it to her hole, and sunk in with ease. He let out a happy whine. “Thank you for freeing me,” he sobbed. “Now that I’m free… I want to cum again… And again… And again…” He rocked his hips back and forth, displacing the cum that was in her tunnel. It rolled down her tummy, refreshing the coating on her fur.
	”My little savior angel,” he cooed. “I want to cum for you and never stop,” he told her. “I want to cum my life and soul into you...”
	Her eyes crossed as her heat sparked. She seized around his cock.
	”Yes! Oh, angel, that’s it… I can’t resist you when you do that to me… I… I’m… Mmmmmaaaaaahhhhh!”
	He flooded her again. This time, he held onto her thighs and pressed himself against her, resisting the gentle push that teased him to slip away. Then, after a moment, her cervix relented, and his flared tip dipped into his angel’s womb.
	His rich volume pooled in her chambers, and he grunted as her cervix snared around his tip, making the last inch of his cum passing through his urethra the toughest—and now the most relieving. It flowed to a stop and could only trickle out. It began to back up all along his length, and a new twinge tightened his balls and prostate.
	He collapsed, moaning as he was forced to slow his orgasm down, despite desperately wanting to erupt and flood—but he knew that this was his angel’s gift. His desires would lead to his orgasm’s end. With his angel in control, she would make it last as long as possible.
	He groaned with relief, tears streaming down his cheeks and falling to mix with the cum that coated his savior. “Thank you...” He mumbled, before slipping off to sleep.

* * *

	She awoke, alone in the room. She was still in the chair. It had been leveled back up, and was slightly rocking to keep her circulation going. She had been cleaned, the cum that had covered her and filled her was now mostly gone. Some still remained, caked onto her fur and mussing her thighs.
	The gate rippled. She blinked, wearily, still getting her wits about her, when a hulking mass began to construct from strings and atoms. It took a few seconds, before the large bull fully materialized, and stamped his hoof.
	He looked about the room, his eyes sweeping it once before settling on the proffered girl right before him.
	The air rumbled as he let out a satisfied hum. His hooves tapped upon the grass as he neared. He stared into the color-changing eyes of the girl, licking his lips.
	Her head swam as she was tilted back once again, looking at the room upside-down for a moment. She pressed her chin to her chest and looked back up her body.
	The bull’s black fingers sought between her legs. She squirmed when he tugged on the plug still firmly blocking her rump. He tugged and tugged, trying his best to find a way to remove it, but alas it was not budging.
	She felt the chair quiver as he stomped on the ground with agitation. What he truly desired was barred from him. A puff of steam drifted down from his flared nostrils.
	Acquiescing, his fingers moved just a bit to her petals.
	She winced as he spread her wide. Tingles fluttered to her toes, and she curled them. With her tunnel now exposed to the open air, she could feel the heat letting out from within. She must be due for another dosage, which is why this bull boy was here.
	”Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm….”
	The bull let out an aroused and relaxed murmur, and she witnessed his erection emerge. It peeked out of the pouch between his thighs. Then, it extended downward, toward her face, stopping just inches from her nose. She could smell the musk wafting from it, having been cooped up in his sheath for so long. The flare of his glans was bell-shaped, dipping inward just a little before his urethra protruded out from the center. Droplets of pre trickled from the hole and onto her face.
	He lifted his right leg, up and over the chair between hers. He positioned himself so that he was standing over her, between her legs, almost like a scissoring position if he had a vagina. In doing so, he pushed her legs wider apart, making her tender bits more vulnerable and accessible to him.
	The penis that taunted her vision receded, like a tongue drawing back up into the maw. She could only see the bull’s butt and balls as he squatted low, but she could feel the tip of his glans pressing against the entrance of her hole.
	”Nnnngh!” She grunted, as the bull’s cock plunged into her. He did not move his hips at all. The cock alone pushed in, aggressively, like a battering ram. The wide bulb of his glans was a straining spread for her tunnel, which had gone back to being tight and snug.
	The rod was solid and firm. Unlike the softer, suppler hardness of the horse’s dick, the bull’s was tough and rigid, like a steel rod. He got about halfway down before the bulb began to recede; again, not by moving his hips, but by drawing his cock back up.
	When the bulb tugged at her petals, and just before they relented and he would slip out, he pushed back in. This time, his glans barged its way all the way down her channel, butting against her cervix.
	She squirmed, letting out a moan as her cervix opened just a little to let the urethral spire into its hole. The curved bowl of the bell fit snugly around her entire cervix, wrapping around the ring of flesh.
	It rested there for just a moment, and she started to grow accustomed to the odd feeling of her cervix snuggling into that cup. Then, her eyes bulged. The cock receded, but it was not without resistance. Her cervix had suctioned to the contour of the bell, feebly following along until only the force of suction gave way with a slurpy kiss. This time, his glans popped free, as her orgasm forced it out and a gush of her nectar squirted up after.
	This only seemed to agitate the bull. He popped back in and barged downward, sealing himself against her cervix again. This time he drew back right away, popping off with a kiss that she felt more than heard. He didn’t draw up more than halfway, preventing her orgasmic squirts from spurting out right away. Instead, her nectar squelched as it was forced past the bulb when it sought out her cervix again.
	After a time of fully departing from her cervix, he stopped drawing back far enough for the tugging to break. Instead, he drew back just enough for her to feel it, before pushing back. In a way, his penis began almost suckling, even settling to a subtle, rapid tremor.
	She squealed and squirmed, a continuous and unrelenting orgasm overtaking her. Her ears began to ring and she began to taste sweetness on her tongue.
	Then, she felt something in the cock. A subtle thump twitched through it. Suddenly, everything was still, and the ringing in her ears quieted.
	Bmh!
	”Mgh!” The cock suddenly jolted, and a hot blast of thick cum burst into her womb with enough force to make her recoil. The force caused the glans to detach from her cervix again. She felt another twitch, and this time heard a soft click.
	She braced, and another burst shot from his cock, this time flooding her passage. For a brief second it had to stretch and expand to sustain the force of the eruption of cum.
	The bull’s penis pulled free of her cunny, and semen dribbled down. He lifted his leg back up and over.
	She could only look up into the bull’s eyes as he leered down at her, his cock gently swaying just inches from her face.
	She heard another click.
	He snorted.
	She closed her eyes.
	The burst of cum shot from the bell, nearly point-bank.
	She saw only white—then black.

* * *

	She stirred again. A pattern was already presenting itself. Get fucked unconscious, wake up, repeat. The notion that she was being monitored was all that reminded her this wasn’t her usual routine. Plus, she was relatively clean again, so someone was coming in after the mess and tending to her. Readying her for her next visitor.
	Who was due to arrive any moment now, she was sure.
	She groaned softly. She was still sore from the last pounding. She hoped that her next dosage was a little gentler—then giggled. That must have been her lucid mind talking. With her heat abated she was returning… To normal.
	But it was not completely abated. She could feel it. The tingling in her loins. She squirmed as it flared, her hole begging to be filled to the brim with sticky semen. It was almost worse now that she was lucid again; agonizing.
	At least when she was in a state of insanity, she could tolerate the agonizing need for the masculine ambrosia.
	As if responding to the call of her quivering nethers, the gate began to ripple. The form of the traveler began to appear, like a ghost forming from the mist. It was difficult to tell the shape, for it was rounder and lumpier than usual.
	It also took several seconds to fully form, indicating one of more entropy to reassemble. Color came to the mass, and with it defined shaped. Curved horns jutted from its skull, its broad shoulders covered in a thick hide of fur like pauldrons. It was actually sitting, which is why it was so oddly-shaped.
	When it was fully on her side of the gate, it moved. Like a rock unfurling, it made to stand.
	The minotaur did not even fit in the room. His head and shoulders hunched forward, and his knees were slightly buckled. With a gruff spout of steam from its nostrils, it slammed its palms against the ceiling, and forced the walls of the room to raise to its comfort.
	From her current height, he towered over her as he approached. His massive testicles patted against his inner-thighs with each step. Along with them, his flaccid cock, already nearly as thick around as her body was big, gently swayed.
	He looked down at her, and leaned over, his enormous hands wrapping around her. They had a gentle touch for such a menacing-looking monster. He pulled up upon the chair, raising it to a more suitable height. In contrast to his previous donors, he titled her feet down, rather than up.
	She trailed from the ring that dangled in his nose, down his bulging chest and abdomen, and settled upon the still-soft behemoth between his legs.
	She felt a warm draft of air from his nostrils curl around her, and watched as a dribble of her nectar fell onto the base of his shaft. She muttered a whimper when she heard the thud of his heart pumping blood into the shaft to engorge it. The base thickened, while the tip was still curved and soft, dangling.
	Another throb of engorging blood, this time with a grunt. The shaft was erect to the middle. Another throb, and the entire body was erect, now much bigger than she.
	Just when she thought that was it, for he paused for quite a moment, she heard another throb of blood, and watched as a spiraling thread that wound all around the girth from hilt to tip, raised from the shaft.
	Now fully equipped, he let out a low, rumbling growl of satisfaction. In his ear, he heard an intimidated whimper, but it was certainly mixed with excitement, for a splash of her nectar then fell upon his erection.
	He smirked. She was desperately trying to lube him up as much as she could.
	He lined himself up, placed his hands on her shoulders, and pulled her down onto his cock.
	A flash of white sparked her vision. “Mmmh!” She groaned, her body quickly working to accommodate the penis, larger than she was. He was already fully in, tip brushing the back of her womb.
	She came, but she was so spread her muscles couldn’t even gnaw upon the beast inside of her.
	She passed out again.
	But then as he drew out she was brought back to consciousness. Just as she got her bearings, her body stretched again. She let out another grunt, cumming again. Her thighs and knees quivered, but with her feet restrained she couldn’t quite exercise the intense pleasure enough.
	She passed out again.
	The pattern repeated. With each thrust she would wake on the draw, cum when he filled her wholly, and pass out from the overwhelming feelings.
	The spiral thread all along his cock kept her from getting used to it. There was no break nor smoothness to give her passage any purchase, to hold onto that cock with a firm grip and squeeze down.
	She was at his mercy.
	She was just a hole now. A hole to be filled. Each thrust reminded her of that. Nothing was more fulfilling than being whole, for a hole.
	His cock was coated in her nectar. When she came, more would spill out and dribble down his shaft. It would snake around to his balls, trickle over their curve, and drip from the seam down to the floor.
	He could feel the heat in her loins. It got hotter and hotter with each orgasm. Eventually, he stopped thrusting altogether, just idly resting within her and watching her wake up, think he had just pounded her, cum, and fall limp again.
	She was so precious.
	After a time, she didn’t wake up.
	Now, she was boring.
	He decided to give her the dose. She was way past due and Dr. Mindleby was probably going to admonish him. With a pulsing heartbeat, his semen began gushing from his shaft.
	She woke again. ”Mmmmm-mmhmhmhmh!” She could feel it spilling within her. Despite how taught she was, she somehow still stretched—stretched and ballooned to accommodate the cum that couldn’t escape from the seal he made with his sheer size.
	It was too much. She tried to cum, hoping her contractions might release some of the semen, and therefore some of the pressure. But, she still could not so much as flutter her walls, and so all it did was leave her barely on the cusp of consciousness.
	To her relief, he began to recede.
	Just as he was about to slip from her cervix, though, something happened.
	She knew exactly what was going on. The thread that had wrapped his penis was detaching. It was slithering back into her womb. Her cervix shut, locking it in.
	The tendril began whipping around, swirling and stirring; it agitated the semen bloating her womb.
	No rest for the stretched, overstimulated, cum-strained weary.
	This time, she didn’t pass out as her dosage left, a trail of cum still spilling from his penis as he stomped away to the gate.
	She squirmed and whimpered, trying to relax despite the tendril reminding her she was filled with seed. It took moments of respite, but even then it would nuzzle against her walls, making her quiver.
	She focused, and finally found her cervix. Sending signals to the synthecytes, she forced it to relax.
	She let out a hum as the warm, thick fluid spurted from her vagina. She came, the contractions squirting the fluid more forcefully; she was effectively ejaculating.
	It didn’t stop. She just kept cumming and it kept squirting out. So much had filled her, when she looked down her belly was bloated and obscured her vision. But, after a time, her contractions ebbed, and she felt a great relief now that her womb was back to its normal size—when filled with just an ample amount of cum, of course.
	”Goodness.” She heard.
	She opened her eyes wearily, and then they bulged.
	Dr. Mindleby stood, holding her smock out beside her. She dropped it to the ground, and it wetly splatted amid the pool of cum. She was also fully saturated by it.
	Evidently, as Chastity had started ejaculating the minotaur’s semen from her vagina, Dr. Mindleby had stepped through the gate. She was pleasantly met by the showering of semen, not minding it at all.
	”You’re awake this time,” the doctor noted, lowering the badger back down to her height. “Have you been enjoying your donors so far?”
	She let out a weak groan.
	”Let’s check your heat,” Dr. Mindleby suggested, holding out a large thermometer.
	She was one for the old-fashioned medical techniques.
	She slipped the thermometer into the girl’s vagina.
	Chastity felt it sliding deeper into her. She winced when it tapped against her cervix, and she felt the little worm in her tummy quiver.
	The bulb of the thermometer pressed firmly, until it slipped in.
	With a slithering squeak, the tendril escaped the badger’s womb and slid out of her passage.
	”Ah! Wh—” Dr. Mindleby watched as the worm swam about in the puddle of semen for a bit, and then darted toward her. Since she was covered in cum, it easily swirled up her leg, heading right for her cunny. “Ooo!” She cooed, as it slipped between her petals, heading for her womb. “Ngh—aah!” She moaned, dropping to her knees as it coaxed through her cervix and settled in her tummy. She came, shuddering all over and holding a hand upon her tummy where she felt the tendril making itself cozy inside of her.
	”Mmm… You little monster,” she chuckled, getting back to her feet. “Fine. You can hang out in there for a little bit, I suppose.” She hummed an old lullaby as she waited for the thermometer to settle, to get an accurate reading.
	The girl let out another whimper when the bulb passed through her cervix again, snagged enough that the doctor had to give it a gentle tug.
	”Hmm...” The doctor shook her head. “I’m afraid… As much fun as I’m sure these donors are, you’re just not getting enough cum in your little womb as efficiently as I’d like,” she said, pinching and rubbing the badger’s ear tenderly. “We’ll have to handle things a little more… Properly medically, for a while,” she said, with a bit of disappointment. “I would love for you to keep having fun, but it is very serious that we keep your heat under control. I’ll be right back.”
	Chastity grunted in reply, watching the doctor depart through the gate.
	Dr. Mindleby was right. She could feel the heat still festering inside her. While she was more placated than she had been in weeks, it was just barely. Despite several potent donors that had given her gallons of cum, most of it was left splattered on the floor, or on her face and chest, rather than safely kept within her uterus.
	It only worked so long as the entirety of her uterine lining was saturated with semen. If it was unevenly distributed, the fire in her loins would find that hotspot and start kindling from there.
	Dr. Mindleby returned shortly, along with an assistant.
	She and the teenaged leopard boy wheeled in a hexagon, upon which boys were bound. Each cell of the hexagon was a little chamber, nearly all of them filled. The boy in each one was securely contained, bound at the hands and feet. They were also wearing masks that gave them oxygen, as well as a steady dose of pheromones to keep them aroused.
	Each boy had a milker around their cock. Each milker had a hose, that trailed up to a bulbous chamber at the top of the apparatus. It was already sporting a bit of cum sloshing about within.
	Dr. Mindleby took the end of the hose from the reservoir in one hand, and a small funnel in the other. “Okay, Chastity,” she said, as she positioned the funnel to the girl’s vulva.
	The leopard-boy helped to spread the petals wide for the mink.
	”These boys are going to help you keep your heat under control,” she explained, while the end of the funnel tapped against the girl’s cervix.
	She only let out a soft whimper as it made its way through.
	”This machine will constantly be milking them for their precious resource,” she further explained, now taking the end of the hose and sliding it into the funnel. The very tip of the hose had a small ball on the end of it, with thousands of microscopic holes all around it.
	”Every few minutes, this machine will then administer a dose of their semen to your uterus,” she continued, pulling the funnel out now that the hose was inside the badger’s womb. “The semen gets collected up there,” she pointed to the reservoir at the top, “travels down through the hose,” she followed the hose with her finger, toward Chastity’s tummy.
	”And finally, it will spray out in a fine mist, coating your tissues evenly. Not quite as fun as a thorough fucking, I know. But… This is what we’ll have to do for now. At the very least,” she went over to the hexagonal apparatus, “you’ll get to see and hear these cute little boys cumming into their milkers. They’re quite happy that their milking is being put to good use. Right, Cameron?”
	”Yes, ma’am,” the leopard-boy nodded. “Are you ready for me, now?”
	”Oh yes, thank you for helping me bring it in,” she added, walking with Cameron to the hexagon.
	”Sure thing,” he replied, as he watched the doctor turn the column to show an empty chamber.
	”Whenever you’re—” She started to say, gesturing to the cell, but he was already stepping into it. She chuckled.
	Chastity watched as the boy got situated. The empty cell showed that the back was slightly reclined, so that he wasn’t standing straight up. There was also a small pole that jutted up from about a third the way from the floor. On the end was a sort of suction-cup. The boy promptly situated himself upon the mount, letting it pop into his pucker.
	The leopard moaned. “I-I-It’s alr-r-ready… M-M-M-Massaging...” He stuttered.
	”Mhmm,” the doctor nodded, starting to strap him in. “You just relax, now. Let it work your prostate so you can give nice, potent doses for your patient.”
	”Yes… Ma’am...” The boy replied, groggily.
	”I’m going to put the milker on,” she told him, pulling the milker down. The device was a translucent, synthecyte vagina, along with a uterus to serve as a transfer-chamber. The mink placed it upon the head of the leopard’s cock, just enough so that his tip dipped into the folds. Then, she took her hands away, and moved to place the mask upon the boy.
	The vagina began working on its own. It contracted, nudging down the boy’s shaft half-inch by half-inch with each one. He started to moan and whimper, squirming as much as he could against the bonds.
	”She’s a tight one, isn’t she?” The doctor teased, watching the boy squirm in delight as the vagina slurped his cock deeper and deeper.
	It finally bottomed out, and his tip nudged against the artificial cervix. But it wasn’t quite done. With one final, strong contraction, the boy’s cock popped through the cervix.
	He started cumming right away, the massager rubbing and suckling at his prostate, coaxing even more semen to pass through his urethra and into the uterine reservoir.
	He slumped back, now just as entranced and docile as the other boys that had volunteered to be milked.
	After a moment, the semen in the artificial womb began to siphon up through the attached tube, toward the chamber at the top. And from there, a dose of semen began making its way down the tube that led into Chastity’s womb.
	She watched with excitement as the creamy, white trail came closer and closer. She tensed when she saw the cream approach the segment that was in her vagina. She could practically feel the slight change in temperature as the warm, sticky fluid drew up the tube inside her tunnel.
	She held her breath.
	There was a flush of warmth within her womb. She then felt the semen coating her walls. A soothing chill calmed her. She didn’t cum, and yet she began to feel the gentle, drifting afterglow as if she had just had multiple, squirting orgasms.
	This time, when she closed her eyes, she drifted to sleep slowly. It was nice, to find herself in a land of dreams without being thrust there by the head of a penis blowing itself in her womb.
	For the first time in a long time, she considered going through a Big Synth to remove the compounding heats for a while, so she could enjoy gentler boys in their purity… Maybe even be the dominant one for a change.