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Quick Ap- SHIT! Where is it, where did I leave it! I CANNOT miss a callback from anyone right now. There!

“HELLO THIS IS- excuse me… This is Wyatt, what can I do for you?”

A peppy feminine voice spoke up, seemingly ignoring my less-than-professional intro to our call.

“Hi Wyatt, this is Hannah from Naturally AI-“

Naturally AI? I don’t remember applying for a place like that… I’m not qualified for anything very far above entry level, especially when it comes to computers…

“- We just got your application, and I wanted to check in and make sure that you read through everything?”

I absolutely did not. Applying for jobs today nearly forces you to shotgun everything and only learn more after you get an interview, but something tells me Hannah would not like to hear that.

“Of Course!”

Maybe if I don’t give any further details she will just move on?

“Great! And I want you to know that a lack of relevant experience is common, so we aren’t worried about that at all. Transparently, we are urgently hiring, so is there any chance you could come in for an interview today?”

That went better than expected…

“I should be able to make that work. Did you have a time in mind?”

“Perfect! I’ll be busy until lunch, but we can meet first thing after. How does one sound?”

“That will be good for me. Thanks Hannah. Anything else I should know?”

“Just remember that part of the interview will be ‘hands-on!’ Oh and if you could check your email and confirm the interview time for me, that would be great!”

“Will do, Hannah. See you at one!”

Well… fake it till you make it for the win I guess? I racked my brain for an application to Naturally AI, or any place with AI in the name for that matter, but came up empty. My computer dinged with the arrival of Hannah’s interview confirmation email, which I accepted before plugging the address into my phone. It said thirty minutes, but that would probably be an hour considering I’d be driving through lunch rush traffic. I looked at the clock showing just before eleven before looking down at myself. Look, being without a job for a month is rough, so I get a pass for still being in my underwear and not having showered for several days. At least now I have a good reason to clean up. I walked to the shower and got in, taking extra care to remove all evidence of my sedentary lifestyle the last few days. Being a holland lop, my ears take extra time – always seeming to drag themselves through anything dirty within a yard of where I actually walk. Gradually, the stench and color of my lazing about washed away, leaving my pure white – save for a charcoal-colored spot on my nose – coat sparkling and smelling of lavender once again. I dried myself off and returned to my room, dressing myself in a gray button-down and slacks to hopefully ensure my appearance was enough to be taken seriously for… shit… I still don’t know what I’m interviewing for…

I rushed back to my computer, still open to the interview confirmation email. A quick scan told me it was for the… “Stable Hand” position? Didn’t I just apply for that this morning? Hannah did say they were urgently hiring, but what does an AI company need with a stable hand? I started going back through my history in search of the original job posting but caught a glimpse of the clock before I found it. Shit, I need to leave like… right now if I don’t want to be late. Would it be better to show up on time with no idea what the job was even for, or late but with some knowledge? After a moment of thought, I grabbed my keys and phone and bounded out the door to my car. Hannah said that no experience was fine, so hopefully she REALLY meant it. The drive to the address was uneventful, save for my train of thought spinning in circles trying to remember anything about the listing. My map eventually directed me to an ornate building with chiseled stonework covering every wall. Just as I was about to beat myself up for typing in the wrong address, I saw a sign over the door. Naturally AI. I pulled into the parking lot just before one and took all my remaining time to calm myself down and prepare for an interview sure to be filled with questions I would have no hope of answering. As I walked inside, the architecture remained unmistakably high-end. I felt horrifically out of place in a lobby that probably cost more than I’ve made in my life, but the receptionist was smiling at me, beckoning me over.

“You must be Wyatt! Here for your interview?”

“That’s me! So that makes you Hannah?”

“Nope! But Hannah did tell me to watch out for you. She’s on the third floor; just take the elevator all the way up and her office is at the far end of the hall. Can’t miss it!”

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to assume…”

“No worries, hun! Now get up there! And good luck! You look like you’ll be perfect!”

I took the receptionist’s directions, finding myself with enough time in the elevator to wonder why she thought I looked like I’d be perfect. Must just be the type who thinks she can tell everything about a person just by looking at them. Jokes on her, I still have no idea what I’m doing here. She was right about Hannah’s office at least. I knocked on the door.

“Is that you, Wyatt? Come in!”

I slowly opened the door and sat in a chair opposite Hannah. Before I came up with something to say, she spoke up again.

“Don’t you look nice! How was the drive here? Not too bad I hope?”

“It was fine. A bit longer than usual for the lunch rush and everything, but nothing worth complaining over.”

She still didn’t look up from her computer for more than a glance, clearly working on something as she continued our conversation.

“Well good deal. You know, one of the perks of working here is that you can stay overnight if you don’t want to drive home. It can be a life saver if you end up working late.”

“That… does sound nice.”

“Yep! Now, are you ready to get started?”

A burning shame tinted the white fur on my face pink. Lying over the phone was one thing, but there was no way I was going to convince Hannah that I read anything in person.

“Not… just yet. I… look I have been applying for jobs left and right for weeks, and I just applied here this morning. With how soon the interview was, I… didn’t get a chance to look over anything.”

“Oh. So… you have no idea what you’re interviewing for?”

Her voice was more concerned than disappointed.

“All I could see before I had to leave was that the title was “Stable Hand”.”

“Well that’s… good and bad news. The good news is that you could still get the job just as easily as if you knew everything. Bad news is you’ll have a bit of a shock when I tell you what you’ll be doing.”

“…shock? What do you mean? And why does a place that does AI need a stable hand?”

“Wow, you really didn’t read anything… Look if you want to walk out I get it, but you do look like you would be a good fit.”

“No I’ll… I’ll give it a shot…”

Hannah took a deep breath before speaking.

“Alright. First off, when I say AI, you are thinking of Artificial Intelligence, right? Well, that is the more common interpretation anymore, but in our name, it means Artificial Insemination. We help people have children, and our rates of pregnancy and scarcity of complications beat out every other company doing this by leaps and bounds.”

“Alright…”

“One of the things we do differently is in the other half of our name. Naturally Artificial seems contradictory, but it is the most accurate description of what we do here. We take sperm, either from donors, people who can’t otherwise complete the act, or from gene editing labs, and implant it into the epididymis of one of our AI Implanters, who then have fantastic odds of getting our clients pregnant on the first try.”

“So I would be…”

“Hold on, let me finish. Getting pregnant in the natural way is why we have better success rates than any other company, but it does create its own set of challenges. Through much testing, we found that it is important for our AI Implanters to uh… ‘clean out the pipes’ at least once between clients. That would be your job.”

“Ok I… guess that makes sense… but, Stable hand?”

“All our implanters are some variety of equine, and the CEO thinks that titles like that help bring in more interviews. I suppose he was right for today at least.”

I sat in silence for a few moments, unsure of how to respond. Hannah took that as an invitation to hand me a folder.

“Inside there is your offer letter, assuming you pass the second half of the interview.”

I skimmed before finding the section on compensation. It was almost double what I made at my last job, and way better benefits too; three-day weekends, and the ability to choose your hours in a fairly wide range. Fuck it. I could handle ‘cleaning the pipes.’ It must not be very fun if they were this urgently hiring, but I could manage for a while at the very least.

“This all looks… great! I’d like to continue the interview if we could.”

“That’s the spirit! This job definitely isn’t for everyone, but there is a good deal of fun to be had if you let yourself. Follow me!”

She led me out of her office and into another room just down the hall. It seemed to be some kind of storage closet or locker room.

“Alright, you can put your clothes in that locker there.”

“What.”

“Right, you didn’t read anything. I… was trying to be subtle before, tends to help people stay calmer, but I guess I’ll just spell it out for you. When I say, ‘clean the pipes’ I mean that the Implanters need to get all the sperm from the last client out, and the simplest way to do that is for them to cum again. When we had them take care of it themselves it would usually take a half dozen or so times before they were ready for another client, so we made a position to help them with it.”

“So… my job would be to…”

“Help our AI Implanters cum at least once between clients.”

“But… your receptionist said I looked perfect for the job and… I’m not even a girl?”

“Exactly. We tried with a girl when we first made this position, but even with every non-permanent birth control measure under the sun, a job like this very nearly guarantees pregnancy at some point. We can’t legally require any permanent birth control methods, so we only hire boys for this job now.

“And your… Implanters don’t care?”

“Not really, no. At the end of the day, this is just a job for them too. I’d recommend you look at it like that.”

“Ok… Here goes nothing…”

I started unbuttoning my shirt. Hannah wore a kind expression but made no move to turn away. I gulped down my fears and continued. If I was going to help a guy get off, then I had better be able to handle undressing in front of a girl. The shirt came off and my pants followed. A quick breath to center myself and I was able to pull down my underwear too, leaving myself naked. I placed the clothes in a locker as Hannah retrieved a box from a nearby shelf. She gestured for me to sit on a bench in the middle of the room, which I did.

“Alright, this will be the only required part of your uniform.”

She knelt in front of me with a box of chastity cages, holding one up to compare it to my sheath as I blushed fiercely.

“Even if you aren’t into it at all, you are going to have to deal with a pretty intense prostate massage, and that can make any guy pop. The cage makes sure that, if you do cum, the lack of penile stimulation will keep any kind of refractory period to a minimum. Helps keep everything moving so you only have to stay late if you want to.”

I had no ability to respond as Hannah finally found a cage she was happy with. It was a lattice of black plastic that contrasted starkly with my white fur. She expertly slipped it on and locked it in place, placing the key in her pocket while my mind raced. I’d only ever had girlfriends before, and while I was never opposed to the idea of a boyfriend, going from “maybe if I meet the right guy” to “your job is to get this guy off” so quickly was throwing me for a loop.

“Alright, all set! Right through there is a bathroom for you to get ready in, and the room after the bathroom has a place for you to get comfortable and a button to press when you are ready. Come back to my office whenever you finish up and I’ll unlock you, and we can talk about the job.”

Hannah sauntered out the door like this was the most normal thing ever. I suppose to her it probably was, but I couldn’t stop staring at the black plastic around my sheath. At least it wasn’t uncomfortable. I took a deep breath before entering the bathroom. I had a decent idea about what to do, but thankfully there were helpful and far too descriptive posters on the wall. One advantage of being a rabbit is at least ‘cleaning out’ was easy. One disadvantage is it meant I was now standing in the last room, with three holes in the wall next to a padded table and a shiny button. Another poster guided me to lie on my back, place my butt through the large hole, and my paws through the two smaller holes on top. It took a minute to wiggle into position, but it was comfortable if I could ignore the knowledge that my exposed butt was in another room and I was about to press a button that would summon someone to fuck me. You can do this. Three day weekends. Six figure pay.

I pressed the button, almost immediately regretting it. I only had time for a few panicked thoughts to run through my head before I heard a door open in the other room. I held my breath as hooved footsteps approached, stopping somewhere near my exposed bottom. A knock on the wall separating us made me jump before a voice far gentler than I would have expected spoke up.

“You know you can breathe right? Nobody is here to hurt you. I’m Colt. What’s your name?”

“Wy… Wyatt…”

“Good to meet you, Wyatt. You’re pretty nervous, I get it. What can I do to help?”

“What… what do you mean?”

“Well, I’d sure hate to run off someone with as cute a butt as yours by freaking them out. My only rule here is I have to blow a load, but anything we do between now and then might as well be to help you calm down.”

“…cute butt...?”

“Oh! Praise is your thing, then? Works for me~ Yes, Wyatt, your butt is adorable. And that black cage sure compliments your fur nicely. Hannah is always good at that!”

“…thanks… I guess…”

“Well with any luck you can come back and see me almost every workday! Now, not to be a pushy employer, but we should get started. You have a preference?”

I couldn’t think of anything to say for long enough that Colt’s voice echoed through the wall again.

“No worries, I know just how to help you shy ones loosen up~”

I had no chance to respond before I felt what could only be Colt’s tongue draw a long lick across my tailhole. The sensation was unfamiliar, but undeniably nice. He continued, slowly tracing his tongue around my rim with gentle pressure. The wall was a welcome addition to the experience for now. At least I could easily avoid eye contact and hide how hard I was blushing. Perhaps it even did enough to muffle the subdued moans that began to slip out as I felt Colt’s tongue begin to slip inside me. The pleasure was starting to calm the racing train of thoughts in my head as I felt myself slowly relaxing into the obvious experience of Colt’s sensual rim job. It was his job to be good at this, and he was more than good. He seemed to read what was working for me before I even knew it myself, pressing his tongue into all the right places while gently stroking my butt with calm but direct motions. My paws stayed almost permanently over my mouth as I attempted to keep myself quiet, but the noises that slipped out clearly made it through the wall and into Colt’s ears. I felt his tongue break contact for the first time in… I have no idea how long. I could have laid there with him eating me out for hours.

“You know, Wyatt, I can tell you’re trying to be quiet. You really don’t need to be, though. I like it much better when I can hear you~”

A cool substance dripped down my twitching hole as Colt spoke, and soon it was pressed into me by a finger that immediately made room for another. The surprise made it impossible to silence myself from a moan that was plenty loud enough to pierce the wall.

“There we go… You just keep making those pretty moans for me and I’ll keep making you feel good…”

Another finger entered me and wiggled around in an attempt to stretch me out. I felt Colt’s other hand grab one of my paws that was stuck through the wall, gently massaging it as he continued working me open.

“And don’t you worry about us being equines and all. We may be big, but we are all very good at getting our clients ready.”

Colt may have been bragging a bit, but nothing about what he said was untrue. As I got more familiar with the new sensations and became more comfortable with everything, I relaxed and let myself moan without holding back. Colt slowly worked his way up to all four fingers, seeming to know exactly when I was ready for more, and when I needed to slow down. He pressed his fingers apart and I felt cool air on my insides as he held me open. I couldn’t help but whimper in embarrassment at the feeling and the fact that I had started to feel pre leaking out of my cage.

“Looks like you enjoyed the appetizers, Wyatt. You ready for the main course?”

Whatever indescribable combination of emotions I was having about the situation kept me from speaking too long for Colt’s liking.

“C’mon cutie. I need to hear you~”

“Ye… yes…”

A cool drizzle of lube poured down my exposed hole as muffled sounds of Colt sloppily lubing himself up penetrated the wall.

“You know Wyatt, I feel real bad for some of the implanters. About half of us, myself included, are bi, and the other half are straight.”

The tip of his cock gently prodded my hole.

“Tom is gay, actually. Which seems a little funny to me, seeing as his job is to get girls pregnant, but he isn’t someone I take pity on.”

Colt slowly added pressure, the head of his cock slipping in with relative ease thanks to his thorough warmup. It going in easy, however, did not mean I wasn’t experiencing sensations I don’t even have words for. The most I’ve ever had up there before was a few fingers and one ex-girlfriend’s dildo, so the tip of an equine penis slipping in forced a gasp out of me that the wall had no chance of preventing Colt from hearing.

“It’s the straight guys I feel sorry for. For them, this part of the job is just work they have to do. But for me…”

He slowly started pressing in, angling his cock up to-!

“Ohhh f** u *c* k…**”

“…there’s nothing better than hearing a cute guy’s noises as I rake my flare past his prostate for the first time~”

Colt pressed on, empowered by the panted whimpers I was still making as the sensation faded. Just as I started to feel the slightest hint of pain, he stopped.

“There it is, now we just have to get around it.”

He changed angles and the pain disappeared. When he started pressing in again, he sank deeper. I don’t know enough anatomy to explain what exactly Colt was doing, but whatever it was had allowed him to continue slipping in. His medial ring gently tugged on my hole as he continued his invasion, eventually entering with the rest of him as I finally felt his hips connect with mine.

“See, what did I tell you? A bit of foreplay and you took the whole thing like a champ! Now we can really get started. Ready, cutie?”

My delay in finding words this time was less due to emotions, and more due to the burning fullness that seemed to invade my very being. Colt was clearly doing his best to go easy on me, but I could still feel every heartbeat expand his flare and remind me that there was in fact a horse cock shoved up my ass to the hilt. I’m sure I would feel proud if I had this experience after a few dates, but for now it was all I could do to force out a meager response.

“ready…”

“Still shy? Don’t you worry, I’ll have you whimpering and moaning without a care in a world before you know it~”

Determined to make good on his word, Colt gently grabbed my haunches for leverage and started pulling out. I held my composure until his medial ring brushed past my prostate, forcing out a needy whimper that I recovered from just in time for his flare to do the same. My paws left my mouth as they searched for something to hold on to while Colt pressed back in. Shy as I was, holding in moans as each thrust pressed into my most sensitive spot four separate times was simply not possible. And even if I could have held my tongue through that, the unbelievable feelings of complete fullness and absolute emptiness alternating would have left me just as much of a moaning wreck.

“That’s more like it, cutie! God I can’t wait to hear you when I speed up~”

The acceleration was so slow it was almost imperceptible. Time never really seems to flow properly during sex, but having gotten used to all the new and wonderous sensations, staying here for a few hours would have been just fine. I only really noticed the speed picking up when the once distinct sensations of Colt’s flare and medial ring massaging my prostate started to blur together. Before there was some sense of knowing what came next that kept me grounded. I could have asked Colt to stop if I needed to. I could have broken out of the pleasure-induced trance he put me in. Now those options, not that I would have ever used them, were gone. My mind, so infatuated with the ever-growing heat in my loins, stopped paying attention to nearly everything else. I couldn’t even tell you whether or not I was still making noises if one of the few things my brain was still paying attention to hadn’t spoken up.

“I love hearing you beg like that~ Don’t you worry, I’ll give you everything I’ve got just as soon as I’m sure you can take it~”

Had I been begging? It wouldn’t surprise me. If I was coherent enough to pick and choose any words I wanted, I would probably beg Colt to keep going. The blur of his thrusts made me dizzy with lust. My world spun every time I opened my eyes, my vision just clear enough to make out a slight bulge in my stomach, appearing and disappearing in time with the waves of ecstasy. The sensations from the other side of the wall were far too intense for me to know for sure, but I have to imagine my cage was leaking a near constant stream of pre. My first coherent thought in some time broke through my daze, spurred on by a sensation I had become embarrassingly familiar with in my month of unemployment. I know Hannah mentioned the possibility, but the reality was that –

“Oh god… I’m…”

“You don’t have to tell me, I feel you tightening up down there~ Go on, cutie! Let me see that cage leak~”

Colt’s casual dirty talk and continued thrusting broke down whatever barrier was in the way. Even if my caged dick was on this side of the wall, my love-drunk vision would have kept me from seeing the clear trickle of pre be replaced with a river of milky white cum. The sensation was familiar and yet entirely alien. Every passing moment I would swear that my orgasm had to be over, that the pleasure was about to drop off to almost nothing. And yet, when the fog in my head finally cleared enough for me to return to my senses, the pleasure was still there. Only a small step down from undoubtably my favorite orgasm in my life, and it seemed that was where I would stay as Colt continued. He must have been talking through my orgasm, as I only caught the last half of his statement.

“ – are so fucking adorable~ Now you get to see why Hannah put this perfect little cage on you. Think you can pop again before I do?”

Either Colt had slowed down during my orgasm and had picked back up, or he was finally going at his full speed. Whatever the case, Hannah knew what she was talking about. I’d only ever cum twice in a row once before. And the experience wasn’t even that great. Most of the time in-between was filled with me attempting to keep my thoughts horny and my dick erect, but neither of those were things I had to worry about now. Colt kept pile driving into me as he chased his own release, whinnying softly as he groped my butt. Without the visual cues I was used to having, it was nearly impossible to know when my second orgasm started. The pleasure I was feeling gave no useful hints, remaining impossibly blissful in perpetuity. It may have been when Colt’s attention turned to my paws for a minute, gently massaging them as he kept his unrelenting pace. It could have been when he gave a gentle yet firm swat on my butt as he left my paws. It might have been when his flare started to expand as he neared his orgasm, dragging that undoubtably massive piece of meat over my prostate an uncountable number of times. It was possibly when I felt the first jet of hot cum fire off inside me, the bulge in my stomach getting noticeably bigger from that point on. Perhaps it was when he grabbed under my thighs, pulling me towards him to ensure he bred me as deep as he possibly could. Or maybe it was as Colt was coming down from his high, gently rocking his massive cock back and forth inside me as he ensured I milked every last drop from him. Whenever it was doesn’t really make any difference, I suppose. Like asking someone if they would like to win the lottery at 5:00, 5:01, or 5:03. The experience of Colt having his way with me as he held me at such heights of pleasure for so long was far more important than knowing when anything started or stopped.

“Fuck, Wyatt… If you don’t take this job you’d better at least give me your number… I could watch you cum in that cage all day…”

Colt started pulling out while I blushed, my thoughts finally coming back into my own control. This was a job interview, after all. Not exactly what I expected when I woke up this morning, but even as embarrassed as I am, I have no complaints. Colt slipped out of my hole with a soft wet squelch, his tenderness leaving me feeling no pain at all. Soft hoofbeats left the room as I laid there and relaxed for the first time since my butt first passed through the hole in the wall. The cool air on my now well-used hole convinced me to get up after a few minutes, and I made my way to the bathroom, sure I wouldn’t be able to hold in everything Colt pumped into me. I put my clothes back on and entered the hallway, opening Hannah’s door and seeing a very handsome stallion who must be Colt sitting where I was for the first half of my interview. Without saying a word, Colt got up and left the room, nothing but a sly wink as a parting gift. I took my seat on shaky legs as I did my best not to look too unprofessional.

“Well Wyatt, Colt said that you gave a fantastic performance in there! He rarely has so many good things to say about interviewees, which means…”

Hannah pulled a folder out from her desk, handing it to me.

“Feel free to look that over again, we added a signing bonus thanks to Colt’s recommendation. Oh, and your key is in there too. If you need some time to think about it – “

I grabbed a pen from Hannah’s desk and hastily signed the bottom of the page. Hannah looked a bit surprised, but her professional smile quickly returned.

“Great! I’ll need some time to get the rest of your paperwork together, so why don’t you come in tomorrow. We can use the first half of the day to get through all the boring stuff, and Colt can show you what a usual day will look like for you after lunch. Sound good?

I nodded as I stood up, clutching the folder with a poorly suppressed dreamy look on my face. Colt was waiting for me as I left Hannah’s office.

“Well cutie? Will we be seeing you again?”