Maya

She had the city council of this farming community to thank for the existence of her position. A year ago, some bored crackpot started a rumor that went viral with all the soccer moms: semen from the clinic was poisoning the town’s water supply. An ordinance had passed classifying all sperm (frozen or otherwise) collected by a business as a hazardous substance that could not be disposed of through city drain or directly to the ground. So, you either paid a private company thousands of dollars to come collect unwanted samples, risked a fine in the hundreds of thousands of dollars, or you circumvented this idiotic law by hiring a Maya and paying her minimum wage. The professional cum swallower’s first few days consisted of a morning of pulling out samples listed in an auto-generated list, then an afternoon of drinking them once they thawed. Things changed last month when a local stallion and local dog respectively won the Pennsylvania Derby and Westminster Best in Show in the same week. Sperm value from the blessed town skyrocketed and interested buyers doubled. This sent everyone into a white-gold rush of milking any male with four legs for a quick buck. Supply outpaced demand and a daily surplus in the gallons flooded the freezer shelves. When the vet’s assistant learned she was getting her own assistant, she thought that would cut her swallowing quantities in half. But no, all she got this stupid tin can that took away the normal part of her job and left her with only the swallowing part. Today the infernal thing printed out a memo before going about its task of filling the consumption table with vials of rejected seed: ‘Freezer 34 has malfunctioned overnight; the entire content needed to be disposed of.’ This was why she was downing bottle after bottle of chilled bovine semen while an assortment of vials was accumulating and getting lukewarm on the center table. Her pregnant belly was still hiding her cum-belly for now, but she was only a couple hours into her shift. At the end of her worst day on the job (so far), Maya was staring at the last five vials on the table. Their mere presence was taunting her gag reflex. She was well into overtime, struggling not to throw up the last ingested liter of farm animal mix in her stomach. The remaining vials’ labels were facing away from her. Maya had developed tasting expertise that would put sommeliers to shame and playing this game was the only way she could get through the end of her long days. She was four in four when she drank the last sample in three gulps. Off-white color, nauseating smell, oily texture, revolting aftertaste… those attributes were always present, so she had to find the subtle nuances, and also to account for the contaminating flavor of everything she drank beforehand. The stuff had never stopped being disgusting but these days she had an easier time shrugging off the shiver-inducing feel of bestial slime running down her gullet. American Quarter Pony was her guess. “Fucking donkey? That’s some bullshit. No wonder it didn’t sell,” she said after peeking the label. Her frustration quickly dissipated; she could finally go home after all. Maya waddled to the bus stop, interrupted every few feet by Brice throwing tantrums in her womb. He didn’t like sharing the limited belly space with an overinflated stomach full of thick sloshing liquid. It was a shortcut to pass through the extraction park for grazing animals. In the patchy grass were propped dozens of padded logs like a gymnast’s parkour dream. She often saw some kids mess around in this wooden horse playground before and debated telling them what they were for and why they probably should avoid touching any of the holes. Going to work or going home, she was always too tired for that awkward conversation. Off her feet for the first time at the bus stop, she became aware of the pastiness in her mouth. There was always a sticky film on her tongue no matter how often she swallowed. The first thing she usually did after kicking off her shoes at home was to brush her teeth and tongue for half-an-hour. If she was hungry for dinner, which didn’t happen every day, it would at least taste like mint instead of jizz. The incoming bus illuminated the street in the distance. Seeing its bright lights was the only time Maya allowed herself to relax and leave her hard day behind excluding of the bad taste in her mouth. A picture of Skyler making a funny face appeared on her phone. Maya’s thumb hesitated between red and green for a few rings before giving in to the pleas of the angel on her shoulder. “Maya are you still near the clinic? We need you to come back; there’s an emergency,” Skyler said, the heartbreaking cries of a dog in the background. “I know about the freezer, I already took care of it,” Maya replied over the screeching of brake pads. “What? No this is something else. There’s a problem with a dog. I don’t have time to explain; just come to room 4,” Skyler said before hanging up. It would have been so easy for Maya to text her friend/boss and say she was already on the bus. She was three steps away from it not even being a lie. But… she owed so many favors to Skyler by now, maybe it was time to get even on one of them. The very confused bus driver left the very pregnant young lady on the bench. Maya felt the cum in her stomach slosh around as she stumbled to her feet. Her inflamed ankles painfully objected to the trip back but, with the last bus gone, it wasn’t just about helping a friend anymore, it was also about getting a lift. Maya was needlessly worried about the room number that had escaped her preggers brain. The recognizable miserable doggy whines could easily be followed to the correct door. Her cold cum basement felt like her personal hell sometimes, but the chills that the desperate cries sent down her spines told her she would fare much worse up here amongst the sick and pain-ridden animals. Being a veterinarian or a real veterinary nurse must be much harder than taste-testing farm- fresh baby batter. The puppy whines made Maya’s ears ring once the door no longer muffled their sounds. The scene before her was of a nurse holding down a big black dog on an examination table. Skyler was on her knees listening through her stethoscope and a civilian man, presumably the owner, was sobbing and praying in the corner. None of this she noticed right away... It took several seconds for her eyes to unfocus from the main event of room 4: the dog’s red rocket fully erect, bubbling translucent gel at its tip. It was so massive it matched the length of the dog itself. Its knot was like a crimson cantaloupe and only eclipsed in size by the giant pair of furry balls that Skyler was examining with a look of great concern. “Skyler?” “Maya, thank goodness you’re here. We’re short-staffed; I need another pair of hands,” Skyler said. “Sure, tell me what I can do to help,” Maya said. “I need you to gratify that dog before his sperm ducts rupture.” The dog’s owner wailed upon hearing Skyler say rupture. “What do you mean?” Maya asked. “We can talk about how unreasonable this request is later. This dog needs to ejaculate in the next 2 minutes or...” Skyler spared the owner more anxiety. Despite her understanding of the emergency, a very tentative Maya reached for the spongy red mass with her hands. She recoiled at the viscous texture when clear seminal fluid squeezed between her fingers. “Maya, I know how this is going to sound, but you gotta pretend you’re trying to end a bad date. That half-ass jerking isn’t going to work. There’s no time so put it in your mouth if you have to... or that dog is going to die.” Skyler whispered the last part