Page 31 of Quickies

THE BREEDING FACILITY

One curious researcher at an insemination clinic comes too close to a feral alpha in rut.

My assistant kept telling me I shouldn’t work night shifts because, according to him, it wasn’t appropriate for the owner and director. Except I liked it. If it weren’t so exhausting to go into the office the next day, I’d do it more often than my usual twice a month. Most omegas’ heats peaked during the night, and many feral alphas sought help late in the evenings. So what if I was the director? All the more reason to keep working hands-on and not lose touch with reality.

Since the bedrooms of our omega clients were soundproof, one couldn’t overhear their moans. The building was eerily quiet as I strode through the empty hallways, making rounds. The client in room A3 was going through a real scorcher. He was asleep after a long, exhausting heat wave. A thin vibrator attached to a robotic arm buzzed in his loosened opening. I unlocked the display by his bed.The second day, between heatwaves five and six, intensity four point five. Insemination cycle approved and scheduled.

The client’s stats looked normal. He was a healthy omega of twenty-three, had no allergies, no diagnosed diseases, and his blood pressure was nearly ideal. He was using a contraceptive, so the insemination would be merely to ease his heat. Since he didn’t want to get pregnant, there was no need for him to choose the specimen based on the donor’s credentials. We could use semen from multiple feral alphas to enhance the soothing effect.

While feral alphas weren’t preferred for conception, their ejaculate had the most calming effect on an omega in heat. I clicked on the display, opening another tab. The insemination would involve one deciliter in total, distributed over the course of four heat waves. The four containers were ready, defrosting as scheduled. I clicked onapproveand used my fingerprint to sign off before leaving the room.

Room A4 was empty and sterilized, awaiting a new client tomorrow. Next was room A5.

This omega required impregnation and had chosen a specimen. Since he was undergoing his insemination cycle, I wouldn’t enter the room. I used my tablet to view him through the camera. He was lying on his back, his feet in the stirrups and the restraints tightened, holding his hips and thighs immobile. The newest model of the breeding machine stood by the foot of the bed. One mechanical arm held our second largest artificial knot—a nine-inch-long, girthy, flesh-colored shaft with a bulbous head and an inflatable base. I had to appreciate the artistry. The dildo looked monstrous, with veins and ridges adorning it. It was thrusting deeply, nearly root to tip.

The client massaged his pectorals and pinched his nipples. Attached to the second mechanical arm was a smaller, hollow dildo that drove into the client’s open mouth. A transparent tube led from the artificial penis to a bag of nutrition hanging ona drip stand by the bed. The client sucked the liquid from the dildo and gulped. The nutrition had the consistency and taste of alpha seed with added pheromones. Not all clients liked to be fed what we calleda cum cocktailduring heat waves, but those who did were highly enthusiastic about it. The client’s unrestrained, yummy noises came through the speaker on my tablet, and I lowered the volume.

A small green light blinked above the door. I looked up. The bulb flashed again and turned yellow. A pop-up window in the corner of my screen announced the insemination cycle, phase three.

I quickly checked the client’s health stats: high pulse but within the norm for a peaking heat wave. Everything else looked normal. I clickedapprove.

The breeding dildo drove deeper into the client’s hole. His cock jerked on his abdomen and released a few drops of omega seed while he cried out, throwing his head back. The cum cocktail dripped onto his face and stained his chin. A buzzing and clicking sound from within the breeding machine announced the transfer of the specimen vial to the dildo. The omega shook in the stirrups, the dildo in him to the hilt. He grappled at the feeding shaft and guided it back to his mouth. He sucked vigorously, his eyes rolling into his head.

Another pop-up window showed up on my screen.Womb penetrated.Insemination will proceed in 3 seconds. 2 seconds. 1. Releasing specimen.

The client’s body went limp, his arms falling to his sides. The seed in his womb had an immediate soothing effect. The dildo remained in him, and his abdomen grew with the inflation of the knot inside him.

Lips parted, stained with the fake cum, the client fell asleep seconds later.

Insemination cycle complete. The probability of successful impregnation is 97.7%.

I closed the tabs and moved on to the next client.

After checking on the six omegas currently staying at the clinic, I continued to the alpha quarters. The familiar tingle in my belly was both nerves and excitement.

The sperm donors came to us during the drop-in hours in the early evenings. After filling in a questionnaire, they closed themselves in a booth, breathed in omega pheromones from prepared inhalators, and masturbated. If their background check was approved, they were paid according to the amount of ejaculate they deposited.

However, feral alphas needed to be confined for the duration of their rut. They came to us voluntarily, not wanting to endure a rut out on the streets where they could do something stupid and end up in jail…or worse. Since they usually deposited a large amount of high-quality semen during a full rut cycle, the pay was decent. We were renovating another wing to expand the facility and offer seven more secure rooms.

I unlocked the security door to the alpha quarters and let it lock behind me. The clock on the wall showed one at night. I’d check on the alphas currently confined, then take a nap.

Room A21, a young man of twenty, intense two-day rut cycle, last phase.Through the glass window, I could see he was asleep. His stats were within the norm. He’d been aggressive and verbally threatening toward the staff, but when we’d increased the levels of omega pheromones in his room, he’d calmed down. The fleshlight for knotting was clean and ready, attached to the collector.

Room A22, a forty-two-year-old, three-day rut cycle, second phase.He was snarling, thrusting into the fleshlight, sweat dripping down his back. He suffered from high bloodpressure, but he’d accepted medication, and his current levels were safe. I moved on.

Two others were asleep. The thirty-year-old alpha in room A25 had just knotted into the fleshlight. He was using a massaging cycle to milk more seed. His deposits were impressive.

Room A26.

This man was new. He’d arrived just before my shift started and had already made his first deposit. Twenty-nine, well-endowed, with the highest hormone and pheromone levels we’d ever measured. He was a textbook example of a feral alpha in his prime. I was tempted to put his deposit aside for myself. My heat would come soon, and in a matter of days, I’d be lying in one of the omega rooms, awaiting my own insemination. I wondered how a fresh load from an alpha like this would affect me.

Naked, he sat on the bench in the corner, stroking his impressive penis. He was seemingly teasing himself in hopes of increasing the amount he could release. The sight of his bare, muscular torso made my insides quiver. I was used to the effect the rutting alphas had on my omega body. I ignored it routinely and found relief alone in my bedroom at home, using advanced toys. But today, the yearning seemed stronger.

The movement of the powerful alpha’s hand up and down his shaft was mesmerizing. The size of that cock. It was nearly as big as the breeding dildo in room A5.

Not for the first time, I wondered how a real cock would feel.

What if I had been born someone else? During a different time? I could have been an omega from the lowest class, working at a bar somewhere in the city’s underbelly. I’d walk home to a shared apartment after dark. A man would block my path. The scent of rut would assault my senses, and I’d be afraid, but my body would react. The alpha would stroke himself, and I’d smell his early seed. It would bring me to my knees, my hole flaringopen like a flower. He’d grab me from behind and rip open my pants at the seams. His warm, sticky cock would fill me in a brutal thrust. The concrete would scrape my hands…

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