Highly Fertile

You rip open the letter, then pause slightly just before you read the actual results. What if it's bad... That could seriously affect you... But you have to know now, the chance to breed Belle is just too much to resist. You fold open the letter. You expected to see it printed in big red ink, but it's not and you actually have to skim through some of the word before finding it:

"The viable sperm count of this sample was above average, and we therefore would class this sample as a highly fertile donor and highly suitable for donation"

You're already excited and can't help but have a big grin on your face. What a strong confirmation of your manliness. One that also means you get to fuck, not just fuck actually, but impregnate that busy Belle. You're over the moon and before you know what you're doing you're already calling Belle's number.

"Hel-" She answers but you already cut her off.

"The result came back. I'm 'Highly Fertile'," you take a moment to compose yourself before you continue. You need to keep some sense of control. "Now when would you like to schedule an appointment at my office?"

"Oh. Um. Well it needs to be at my home actually." She replies after a slight pause. But before you can dispute this she continues, "I'm sorry but this is non-negotiable. It has to be at mine... Oh and today preferably. I'm ovulating today so... Unless you'd like to wait a while." She knew she had you and before long you'd arranged to go over in about an hour or so to her house. Her partner was conveniently going to still be at work. You were excited enough to contemplate having a quick wank but thought it wise to save every drop for Belle. Soon you were getting into your car. It didn't seem like long before you were pulling up at her home and walking up to the door. Your erection having never stopped the whole way.