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There are a lot of steps involved in starting a new job. Especially in a new city.

A new city which was until recently a total mystery to your species.

There are things you eventually have to accept about your neighbours, no matter how badly you want to pry. So humanity just had to accept that yes, there was an island populated by animal-people, and no, they didn't particularly feel like talking about themselves. Diplomacy and trade agreements were politely rebuffed. Hard to say how a military invasion would have gone, because in a surprising move for humanity, we never actually tried it. I always figured we were always a little scared about how a straight fight might go.

I think that's why the global reaction was a little muted when, without much ceremony, the borders opened. The island's ports are accessible, with a full commercial airport opening in a few months. You can just visit now.

More than that, they want you to. They want you to stay.

It was quite the change in tone. A lot of job ads went out into the wider world, in various careers. Humans not only allowed, but actively sought out. I was already between jobs, and I had always been curious about that city. The timing was enough for my curiosity to beat out any nervousness I felt.

Turns out it would be a real test of my natural anxiety. But I didn't know that when I was just filling out the online forms.

Name, age, sex. Position applied for. Experience and qualifications. Particular talents. Why I Was Interested In This Role. Pretty normal stuff, except maybe for that last part, where I tried to sound politely interested and not nosy.

And then, at the end, some stuff about my physical and mental health. I confirmed that I wasn't dying, but they weren't going to just take my word for it. A few days after I submitted all the forms, I got a reply. They liked my application, and one of the next steps was sending a doctor out to my town. My first ever interaction with an animal-person would involve them sticking needles in me.

It probably would've been easier to just confirm my status via a human doctor, but I certainly didn't object to an animal physician looking me over. After all, I'd have to live among them. So I found myself in a building in my hometown I had never been inside before. I didn't even know you could rent medical offices, short-term.

There was no-one at the receptionist's desk, and no-one in the waiting room. I double-checked the address reflexively, but could I really have ended up in the wrong short-term rental medical office?

After only a few moments, the answer poked her head around a door.

"Oh! Hello!"

God, she sure was a talking deer, though.

She had kind eyes and soft, velvety fur, a dark brown that lightened to cream on her lower face and neck. Despite a totally different skull-shape, she was still giving me the professional but warm smile shared by the best doctors.

"I'm sorry, I haven't left you waiting, have I?"

"No, no," I said, managing not to seem too racist. I think. "I only just got here."

"Okay, good. It's just myself, as you might have noticed. They didn't see fit to fly out an assistant with me, but you're my first patient of only four, so I should be fine. Besides, I can't complain about a travel opportunity like this, can I?"

"Yeah," I said. And then, "Was the flight okay...?"

"Oh, it was fine, although the seat was a little..."

She caught herself, motioning me inside.

"Actually, you should go ahead and come in here. There's no point us chatting like this with you out in the corridor."

I joined her in her temporary office. It was an examination room without any of the personal touches an established practice would have, and I was glad it was exactly what I was expecting and not something I had to spend more of my brain on. I was distracted.

It hadn't been clear when she had just been sticking her head around the door, but now that I was next to her, this woman was definitely taller than me. Her body seemed lithe and athletic under her simple green scrubs.

Still smiling, she confirmed my details, and introduced herself as Doctor Reed. "But you can call me Lara. Will we get started?"

"Sure. I don't want to keep you waiting if you've got other patients after me."

She waved a hand. Paw? Hoof? It had a thumb and looked delicate. "Like I said, four across an entire working day. Don't feel any rush! We've got all the time we want..."

She really was quite friendly.

Things proceeded pretty normally. I talked about my family's history of disease, she took a blood sample, basic stuff. The only weird moment was that she seemed mildly surprised at the results of my vision test, but she moved on quickly without commenting on it.

"That covers the boring stuff," she finally declared. "Ready to get naked?"

"Uh," I said.

After a pause, she nodded. "They did tell me," she said, "that humans are generally averse to nudity. The lack of fur, right?"

"Among other things," I managed.

"Well, I tried to keep it warm in here, so..." She tilted her head at me. "What 'other things'? Is it just embarrassing?"

"That's... part of it," I said slowly.

She smiled that bright, professional smile. "Would it help if I got naked too?"

My brain reset for a good ten seconds.

Doctor Reed was very polite, letting me sit there and silently stammer. "To be honest," she said, "I've been wearing clothes all day, and I could kind of use the excuse."

"Oh," I managed.

"So, unless you mind...?"

"Go ahead," I said, mostly on autopilot. By the time my sense of embarrassment caught up to me, she was shrugging off her lab coat with a grateful smile.

She hung that on her chair, but was less formal with her scrubs, just dumping them on the seat. In moments, I was treated to a view of her plain black underwear. Then that came off too, and my doctor was naked.

"Ahh~..." She stretched, letting her chest pop out - she was more endowed than I would have thought. "Thank you. That's better."

I tried to say 'That's fine' or 'You're welcome' but they slammed together into "Y-you're fine." Her smile grew, so maybe she took it as a compliment.

My social instincts demanded that I look away, but it was hard to. She was right there. Calm, relaxed, totally unashamed. She showed no displeasure as my eyes followed the curves of her legs, up to her exposed crotch. She was very athletic. Toned limbs and a trim stomach. I don't know how doctors find the time to exercise, but she was clearly in great shape.

"Enjoying the view?"

There was nothing admonishing in her voice, or sarcastic. Hell, it wasn't flirtatious, either. Just conversational. I tried to ignore the constrained feeling on my quickly hardening cock. "You're, um, clearly very healthy."

"Thank you," she smiled. "'Don't trust a skinny chef', I suppose. But my health isn't the concern here, is it?" She drew closer, her dark nipples right in front of me. Her delicate, professional fingers on my shirt. "You want help getting this off?"

I just stammered, and she laughed.

"Look how hard you're blushing! God, you humans really are adorable..."

She took my burning face in both hands and kissed me.

Just like her attitude - her nudity - it was casual. I had never been casually kissed by a stranger. It felt great. When her tongue idly greeted my own, I felt the nervous tension in my body start to fade. This was bizarre. But I wasn't complaining. And carefully, ready for this all to turn out to be some kind of prank, I began kissing her back.

After a few moments of enjoying her warm mouth, my hands naturally reached out, finding the soft fur of her hips. She made a quiet noise of approval. Of permission. I was free to not just admire her naked body, but touch her, too.

Her own hands were more focused, slipping under my shirt to feel up my stomach. "Let's not get too distracted," she murmured, breaking the kiss to nestle her muzzle right against my ear. "I still need to see you naked..."

Something about the way she breathed the word need wasn't wholly professional. It made my cock twitch, hard. All the more reason to get out of these clothes.

I began to undress, though to be honest she did most of the work. It was clear that Doctor Reed - Lara... was savouring this part of proceedings. In moments, I was fully nude. The soft material of the examination table against my bare skin, and my thighs parted obediently.

"Mmh..." She looked me over, though her eyes wandered, naturally, to my erection. "Well? Did me getting naked help to relax you?"

"I think we both know the answer to that is 'yes and no'."

She returned my smile, then leaned in to kiss me again. "Don't get too tense, now," she murmured. "Just lie back, and breathe deeply... I promise I won't make you wait too long..."

Her honeyed words elicited a fresh wave of arousal, rolling down my skin to my dick. But I followed her advice, settling back on the table and managing my breath. And I held it together as those soft hands explored me.

It was like a massage. Her body was warm and close, and all I had to do was let her work. Every so often she would murmur an instruction - to tense a muscle, to move a certain way - and when I complied, I was rewarded with whispered compliments and her lips against my skin.

"That's it... Perfect." Satisfied with the state of my neck, she melted against me in a warm kiss. Feeling braver, I ran my hands up her thighs to her pert ass. This earned another noise of approval as Lara gently wiggled her hips.

As I felt her up, marvelling both at her amazing body and how casually she shared it, I felt a drop of precum form against her fur. She broke the kiss, grinning down at me.

"Easy, now. Let's not be wasteful."

"What?"

"I think it's time," she purred, "to take the most important sample."

She pulled back, hopping off the table. My eyes were glued to her hips as she went. A view of her toned ass and cute tail as she retrieved a small plastic beaker; then, her pussy, warm and wet, when she turned around and came back. She knelt over me on the table. Her fingertips brushed along my body, running down my torso to my waist, then my needy cock.

That smile. Always that professional smile. "Can you please cum for me?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"Great! Here, let me help..."

She turned in place and swung a thigh over my head, and suddenly she was sitting on my face. I unthinkingly opened my mouth, meeting her pussy in a wet kiss. She tasted great. Hungrily, my hands grabbed her waist and my tongue slipped inside her.

She gave a contented little hum. But she didn't ignore her work. I felt her bend down, her body pressed against mine in reverse. "Believe me, I would love to return that favour," I heard her say. She shifted her hips against my face. "I've never tasted human penis before, and yours looks delicious. But I - ah! - shhhouldn't risk contaminating the sample with my saliva. Luckily..."

I soon felt a warm pressure enveloping my shaft. She was pressing her tits against me.

"I'm a woman of many talents. This won't take long, will it?"

I grunted helplessly, right into her warm cunt.

"That's what I thought."

She began a steady motion, using her pert chest to jack me off. Trapped under her hips, her pussy dripping into my mouth, I knew she was right. I had come here expecting a normal physical, not this. Not any of this. I knew my stamina couldn't take much more.

I started licking more desperately, doing my best to fuck her with my tongue. But instead of any lustful cries, she just chuckled. "Now, now. Like I said, I'm not the patient here. You should just relax..."

Taking a breath - nothing but her warm scent - I realized she was right about that too. Working myself up was counterintuitive. Instead, I loosened my grip, stroking her velvet fur and admiring her ass. Her crotch in my mouth wasn't a puzzle to solve, just a treat to savour. Just like her warm, soft breasts against my dick were...

I twitched, hard, and she giggled. "That's good! That's so good. Come on, baby. You're close, I can tell."

I was. I really was. I put all other thoughts out of my mind. No more thinking about the absurd context - I was just accepting the pleasure I was given. All my focus on the pussy in my mouth, and the ass under my fingers, and the soft, warm tits caressing my dick-

I twitched, and twitched again, and with a shiver I emptied my balls.

"Oh, good! Good good boy! That's it!"

Those hands were as quick and professional as ever. The first gush of cum hit her chest, but by the second, she was calmly jacking me off into the beaker. Her fingers moved efficiently, but that didn't mean it wasn't pleasurable. I moaned helplessly into her hips as my orgasm dragged out.

"That's it," she sang. "What a good boy... Just let it out..." Her words almost helped as much as her hand, but my climax began to wind down. Another muffled groan against her body, and I felt the last of my cum escape me.

She shifted position, sitting up a little - unconsciously, I took a deep breath. She examined the beaker. Maybe it was small, but it was more full than I expected.

"Yes, excellent. A promising, uncontaminated sample." She carefully set it on a nearby counter. "Which means I can finally...!"

In an instant, she was bent over again. And she wrapped her warm lips around my softening cock. I let out a satisfied sigh as she eagerly cleaned and tasted me. In return, I reflexively returned to her pussy, licking and sucking her alluring snatch.

We stayed like that for a little while. Hard to say how long, exactly, when my head was spinning a little. But eventually, she grunted. "Mmmff... Not that I want to stop, but-"

She detached her hips from my face, shooting me an appreciative smile. Then she slipped off the table, reclaiming the beaker.

"Let me just run a test on this. Then we'll be all finished."

"Right... Sure..."

I was grateful I was already lying down. It made it easier for me to catch my breath. With the sacred mental state I understand the kids call "post-nut clarity", the bizarre contours of the situation came back to me. It was easy to get lost in the moment when my tongue was inside her, but now she was back to doing regular doctor work. Naked, admittedly, but still.

"Uh, stupid question, but... what just happened?"

"Hmm?" She was stirring something thin into my cum. "Humans do have sex, right?"

"Not so... openly. Usually." I tried a different question. "What do you need my semen for, anyway?"

"Oh, didn't you know?"

She looked up, giving me that smile. A beaker of my cum in her hands, and another 'sample' comfortably rolling down her chest.

"We need you to breed with us."

That statement - delivered so calmly - was a fresh shock. And a fresh tingle of arousal grew in my crotch, at the thought that much more was to come.

"Heck of a thing," she said. "With the historical distance between you and us, it was only a recent discovery. But a human woman wound up living among us, then wound up pregnant to boot. Something about human genetics is nicely... pliable. We could use the population boost, honestly." She tilted her head. "You have a job lined up already... Didn't you hear about this online?"

"I did," I said, "but I don't believe things on the Internet that sound fake. And 'they're only offering jobs so you can go there and fuck a bunch of women and get them pregnant and you don't even pay child support or anything they just want unprotected sex' sounds very, very fake."

"Well, of course. We don't just want unprotected sex. The donor sperm has to be high-quality."

She removed the thin stick from the beaker, stared at it intently, and smiled.

"Speaking of... Great news! You pass with flying colours. Perfectly healthy and a great match for all the genetic markers we're looking for. You're gonna be very popular," she added, and that rush of arousal for the future rolled through me again.

She made a few notes, pen in one hand, beaker in the other. I still couldn't believe how comfortable she was working naked. Or that I could just lie there and watch her.

"I'm going to clear you for your new job, of course, but I'll also recommend you to our... population programme. You'll be a licensed breeder, meaning you can be requisitioned to impregnate any citizen without legal expectations thereafter." She glanced up at me. "Unless, of course, you want to opt out?"

Honestly, I was still wrapping my head around hearing words like 'requisition' and 'thereafter' in a sentence like that. "What? Oh, no, that's fine. Sure."

"Great! I'll send that paperwork on right away."

And then, calmly - like it was a normal thing people did all the time - she brought the beaker to her lips and took a sip.

She saw how I stared. "What? Medically speaking, we're done with it. Oh, do you want to share? It's best when it's still warm."

"I'm... good."

"More for me," she smiled. Her teeth shone.

I took one last look at her body, toned and youngish. Her trim stomach. "If you don't mind me asking... Are you planning to get pregnant?"

A light shrug. My eyes were briefly drawn to the motion of her breasts. "I guess so. In fact, I'll probably be pregnant before the day is out. I've got three patients after you, plus some time to myself while I'm here among humans..."

"How can you be so casual about it?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" she said, and with our cultural differences on display the discussion wound to a stop there.

She put down the beaker and drew closer to me, her fingers lightly playing with my pubic hair. The gentle motion made me draw a breath.

"Now then," she murmured, "unless you'd like me to be your first...?"

It was a tempting offer, especially with the taste of her inviting pussy still on my tongue. But the post-nut clarity did not yield. "Sorry, but..."

She laughed. "That's okay! Like I said, three more patients... Though you did set a high bar. If none of them are to the same standard as you, you might be hearing from me again~."

With a wink and a gentle kiss, her tongue putting me at ease, she helped me get dressed. She made no move to dress herself, though, not even when I pointed it out.

"A lot of us work naked when we can," she said, something that was very evident as her bare fur pressed against me. "Staying clothed for an entire day, when all I'm doing is running basic physicals... Do you really think it's necessary?"

"A human doctor wouldn't do it," I said, tactfully.

She chewed on that for a moment, then relented... by throwing her lab coat back on. Her tits peeked out merrily, and it covered barely any of her smooth thighs, let alone her still-wet crotch. "How's that?"

"Y'know what?" I said, realizing that the next guy maybe deserved more forewarning than I got. "Looks great."

"Thank you!"

In a final display of odd but very pleasant bedside manner, she threw her arms around me. She hugged me tight, her body pressed to me, before also giving me a kiss.

"Thank you for being a model patient."

"Thanks! For, uh... everything."

"My pleasure," she smiled. "Oh, and good luck in the new job!"

And that's how I left her. Still smiling, still half-naked, awaiting the next human on her list. Now that I think about it, I never did hear back from her. Sometime over the course of that day, whether it was in that office or elsewhere, she must have gotten her wish. Someone - multiple someones, probably - came inside her, flooding her fertile body with warm human jizz. If so, I hope she enjoyed herself, and is in a good place. She was a very friendly person for me to start with.

Before you ask, no, I don't particularly regret not impregnating her myself. As nice as she was, both as a doctor and a sex partner, I still needed time to wrap my head around this concept. By the time I actually moved to the city, I thought I was mentally prepared.

But I would be tested on that before I even made it to my apartment.