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"Hey, there's our boy!" The big, heavyset horse greeted you with a grin, which only made you more nervous. A big friendly fellow, he was. Named Ruth if you recalled right. You two were just coworkers at the small town's kennel. A big friendly fellow, and your exact type. A whole head and a half taller than you, a good belly on him that you knew hid a lot of muscle underneath. "Ya ready to jerk off some dogs, Jesse?

Of course, the kennel provided services for breeding and collecting from dogs too. Something you needed to learn how to do. You figured you'd just be sat in front of a TV, shown some ancient tapes on the subject and move on with your life, no one ever really brought their dogs here for this anyway, much to your disappointment. Was getting closer to some dogs the reason you put in an application here? Yes. Was there a secret reason of 'I want to jerk, suck off, and get fucked by as many dogs coming in and out of this kennel as possible?' Also yes. Not that anyone here knows that. Or at least, you really hope no one does. As much as you want it, you don't want it more than being fired and labelled a dogfucker. No thank you.

Regardless of if he does know it though, the way he phrases it has at least a slight blush tinting your lightly gray furred cheeks, hopefully not visible to the horse. "Uh, yeah. Haha. Can you not call it that." You try and dissuade with a smile. That might've just made him even more eager to tease you. You briefly wonder whether he's like this to everyone he has to teach.

"You ready to, ahem, 'Masturbate our clientele's canine companions in order for them to achieve ejaculation, to provide our clients the means for artificial insemination?'" He rattles off, growing breathless towards the end.

You say with a faltering smile, "Yeah that. I'd rather you call it that thanks."

"HA, not a chance. We're jerking off dogs, it happens. Try not to be too squeamish about it, ya prude." Denied.

He continues walking you down the short hall to the room, where upon Ruth opening the door you can smell the acute scent of... Copper? Something vaguely metallic, hints of earthy, and downright dog. Your "research" into the topic online, late at night with no one watching, pants down around your ankles and your bright pink puppy pecker standing at full attention, would've keyed you into the fact this room is DEFINITELY the breeding and collecting room. You sarcastically wonder why it's so far away from the reception.

"Alright here we are," he begins explaining with a motion of his arms, suggesting you look around the room. It's very plain. "This here's where we collect, and if we're lucky, inseminate. With what we collect, of course." He winks.

Wait, what? The fuck?

As your blush grows ever so slightly, along with your previously mentioned pecker hidden inside your own pair of jeans, he continues. "As you might have already noticed, Maurice here is gonna be your demonstration. Your demo dog. The mutt that gives up the nut." Your want to, playfully, punch him for that last one died over the week you've known the horse. He's funny, you admire it usually. But you're pretty high strung right now considering the business you're about to behold. And be holding you will.

But he was right, standing on the admittedly uncomfortable looking stainless steel table, raised high enough for anyone to "do the deed" with any given pooch but still low enough to not scare said pooch, stood Maurice. The resident malamute, practically the place's mascot. He really was a massive fucking dog. His back reaching up to your belly button almost, his head high and big enough to let him lap at anyone's bits with that big ol' tongue of-- What? Stop. Not now. You're here to jerk off an animal-- no, provide the means for artificial insemination. For dog breeding. Yeah. Nothing more.

You expect the horse to put on some gloves before getting right to work, but he guides you over to the table and immediately puts his paws on the dog, who leans into his touch affectionately. You give him some rubs too, dogs can pet other dogs afterall. They can lick eachother off too

"Alright so, the angle might be a bit awkward but here, maybe get on the other side." You do so, getting the beautiful sight of a mature dog with a fat sheath and even fatter balls, the hint of which you can see just out from behind him. "You're gonna want to start by placing your paw here," placing his on Maurice's sheath close to where it meets his body, "and feel around for a lil' bump. That's his knot. Ya canines got one of them too, right?"

"Uh, well. Maybe some."

"'Maybe some,' what's that mean? You either do or you don't."

"I. Don't have one. No."

The horse just grins. Normally it'd probably be an HR violation to talk about your genital situation, but here you are just revealing what you have in your pants. Bright pink puppy pecker, remember? Cut, and currently awakening, about a good five and a half, maybe 6 inches. Girthy enough for some nice paw feel. But it ain't no dog dick, like the one your coworker is currently feeling up. Just to teach you how to do it yourself, though. Of course.

"Gotcha'. For the record, I definitely got my species proudest feature, if ya catchin' on. Y'know, in case you were curious." Not that that was relevant. At all.

"Heh, anyway. You've found the knot, right? Some dogs start humpin' as soon as you grab it. Others need a bit of rubbin' and squeezing. Maurice here..." clearly doesn't need much help. His hips are flying, humping the horses paw. "Well, you see. You wanna be quick and try and peel the sheath back over him, back behind the knot." And he does so, using his other paw to glide down the length before removing the one holding the knot. "And you wanna just keep a firm hold on 'em. You let em get the motions all out of his system and then you're good to go."

You didn't expect the full on demonstration Ruth was clearly eager to give, though because it embarrasses you or turns him on you couldn't guess. You can't help but notice that there's no receptacle for, y'know, the dog's sperm. The entire reason you're here to begin with. Shouldn't he be teaching you how to use it? Maurice is just spraying the air, each wild hump of his hips only helping to spread his seed around the room, on the table, in his belly fur, on your face--

Oh.

"HEY! Jesse, boy, snap out of it. You gettin' any of this?"

In truth, you weren't. You were too busy staring at the purple and red hued and veined poker currently throbbing further and further away from the man's paw. Knot firmly gripped, the dog's dick had no choice but to just keep spurting it's thin seed and growing to a solid seven inches, maybe nine with the knot.

It's a fat fucking knot, if how far apart your teacher's paw tips are is any indication.

Ruth takes a moment to lean over the table, behind Maurice. The only time you snap out of your reverie, is at his chuckle as he spots what he needs. The tent in your pants. "So you uh, enjoy the show, eh?" he tries. You...

Don't know how to respond. Your heart's beating a mile a minute. How do you explain getting a fucking boner watching your coworker jerk off a dog? Not even for the fun of it, for your JOB. Is he gonna tell anyone? Are you fired? Will you still have a job next week? Will--

"Oh my god, Jesse. Calm, bud."

Your eyes snap to his, finally leaving the drooling, dangling doggy dick. He's got the biggest grin on his face, his paw never leaving Maurice's knot and his eyes not leaving yours. Normally, you're not some blushy damsel in distress, but right now you're embarassed to high hell and entirely too nervous at what's going to happen next.

"I got one my first time too. In fact," he nods downards. Oh. Oh no.

Sure enough, his own prick's waking up and is making itself known to the world. With a much bigger bulge, it doesn't leave a ton to the imagination. You can see the outline as it unfurls from his sheath, the length running down his right pant leg. The unmistakable girth of an anthro horse cock, complete with the fat flare at the end. It throbs slightly, leaving behind a dark stain at the tip and a trail running downwards.

You very quickly look away, your dick throbbing like mad in its confinement. You beg it to go down so you can just learn the lesson and move on with your life. Ruth's got a fat boner too, a REALLY fat one in fact, why's anything the matter? The matter is what he asks next.

"Y'know. There's more'n one way to milk a pup. You wanna try suckin' on it?"

Your brain short circuits for a split second, having to reprocess what he just said. Of fucking course you do. It's the whole, well, it's half the reason you wanted this job. Of COURSE you wanna suck off this dog, of course you want to drink down his thin, sloppy dog jizz til you can't anymore. Til your stomach looks like you're pregnant.

With a slow nod and a look towards the horse, willing up all the courage you can muster, he motions towards the dog dick he's been gripping the past few minutes. It's never stopped its spray, in fact it seemed to have gotten more powerful. The jets making a loud thud as each one hits the metal table the dog and your desire is standing upon.

"Lean over, put your head under, and I'll take care of the rest." That's all you needed to hear, you put yourself directly in the line of watery fire, Maurice's cum spritzing your face down like a lawn sprinkler, where each spurt breaks into droplets against your muzzle, and each droplet runs through your fur like water, leaving sticky trails in its wake. The room's scent of copper and dog is even more potent up close and personal, you can almost taste it.

Or maybe, that's just the fact you've opened your muzzle and started lapping at the spraying tip. "Yeah that's it, lap at that dog dick. Use your tongue a lot, suckle on the tip. Dogs don't really like the whole bobbin' thing you gotta do for a guy. I do though." Ruth encourages you to suck off the animal, giving you tips all the way through. They don't like the bobbing he said, but if you wanted to go all the way down...

Well, you'd be stuck nose deep in a dog's crotch. Not an anthro one. A feral one. A feral animal just like you've always dreamed of but never got to indulge in. His knot would be locked in your maw with his tip down your throat, spraying spray after spurt after spritz of that thin seed directly down it. Artificial insemination? Nope, nothing artificial about this. If your maw was a nice cookie you'd be bred for sure. Knocked up with this dog's litter instead of just left looking like it.

But that was fantasy, this is now, and now the fact is you've got a spurting dog dick just between your lips. The flavor is just... Entirely different than what you usually associate with wet dog. As reiterated twice or maybe thrice now, it's got this coppery, metallic taste. Lightly salty. Super thin, and it gets absolutely everywhere. You got dog cum dripping down your chin, dog cum dripping back down to the table, you got dog cum on your shirt and your still clothed cock. You got dog cum everywhere, is the final verdict.

You also got a very vocal audience, who has since undone his pants and begun stroking his pink and brown mottled horse cock. It's so much bigger than even the jeans made you believe. It's got the fattest head with defined ridges along its circumference, along its flare.

"God, yeah, that's hot. Keep suckin' that dog dick, Jesse. He's loading you up real good ain't he? Ya like that?" You really do. "Ya like that fat rocket between your lips? Maurice is the biggest dog we keep here, by the way. Ya know how I know?"

He leans in to you, not quite right next to you and definitely not whispering, and answers, "'Cause I've done the same to all of 'em. Let some of 'em fuck me too. You want that? Big ol' dog on your back making you his bitch the only way he knows how?"

Because that's all he knows. This isn't some dude you hooked up with on Grrrowlr, this isn't a high school friend you shared a quicky with alone in the locker room showers. It's an animal. You're sucking off an animal. You got an animal's dick between your lips and by god do you want more. So you take more. Inch after inch, the dog's dick slides between your lips, into your muzzle, and begins poking the back of your throat. And you desperately want him to tie with it. You know you can take it, that high school friend certainly made you. You've had practice since. But it's too big, too far swollen, with red and purple cross crossing veins on it's pale red surface.

You just moan around Maurice's red rocket, moan and groan and slurp. Your lips are kissing the knot already, just like your cock head's kissing your zipper. Both are nice and slick, one with a dog's hot cum and one with a dogslut's cool pre. You keep this up, you might actually cum just from servicing an animal. Ruth sure looks like he's about to blow, his own cock flaring wildly, ready to shoot at any moment. He slows down, edging it out, the sight in front of him too goddamn hot to lose his load early to.

It's about this time, you notice the phone in his paw. Pointed towards you. Pointed towards you, with your face in a dog's crotch and said dog's dick a good 7 inches inside. He's recording.

"Hey, needed me something to remember this with. I'm sure we'll make plenty of memories while you're here though." A deep, dark part of you hopes he doesn't keep it to himself. Hopes that he shows his phone to his perv friends, playing back the video with the sound of you slurping along a malamute dick with a tent in your pants. A part of you hopes he uploads it to those shady sites you did your research on, letting countless people watch you do this deed.

The thought of it's enough for you. With one final moan around the dog's shaft in your mouth, you shoot your own load into your pants. Paw free. You worked yourself up so much you didn't even need any help getting over the edge.

Throb.

Throb.

Throb, goes your pink pal, ruining the inside of your best pair of boxer briefs with a weeks worth of pent up wolf jizz.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump, goes Ruth's swelling cock head and urethra as he hits his peak shortly after witnessing his newly favorite coworker cum just from sucking and worshipping dog cock. His whinny could be heard down the hall, a few heads tilting as they heard it. Most shrugging and continuing on about their day. You two knew what was really going on though.

Panting, Ruth stepped forward, getting a close up of your ruined face fur and Maurice's dripping cock, released from your maw by this point. You had swallowed so much dog cum by this point your belly was slightly bloated, pleasantly full as opposed to uncomfortably, yet there was still so much everywhere else. You were a mess, the best kind of mess, hosed down by your very first dog. A taste of what was to come.

"Well... Didja have fun?" Ruth says cutting the recording. He offers his paw to you, the one he was jerking with, now covering in thick horse cum. You lick that up too, you might as well at this point. What's another drop in the bucket?

His taste wasn't as intense as Maurice's. You could've sworn you tasted hay.

You're too busy panting like, well, like a dog, to really give him an answer. Clapping a hand on your back, he congratulates himself, saying how he always knows a fellow zoo when he sees one. Not that it's hard to see one right now, what with your covered in what looks and feels like several animals worth of reproductive fluids. You never did learn how to actually collect any, come to think of it.

"So, listen. My dad owns this ranch, few miles outside of town." Your ears perk up at that. "Owns a buncha' critters. Stallions, mares, ewes, some nannies, you name it. Dogs too of course." Your dick perks up at that.

"I'll put you down as interested, we'll go sometime. For now though, ya wanna try out a cookie or two too while ya here?"