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Don’t you worry about leaving the gate open; they’re all well-trained and know not to bolt.”\n\nTapa glanced down at the thin fence as he passed by, the monkey’s nose twitching with the warm, rich scent of livestock. He had passed by this place on his daily walks a few times before and couldn’t help but wonder what was going on, after seeing the horses in each of their stalls or rummaging around in the pasture out back, facing the large field through which he sometimes took a shortcut. These past few weeks his walks had stretched on longer and longer, since as the season changed to summer and the temperatures increased, the livestock spent ever more time out in those fields – which allowed passersby like himself an extended vantage at wrapped tails, tight haunches, plump protruding tailholes, sagging swinging balls, thick leathery sheaths… so naturally when the monkey saw the signs out front, Help Wanted: Stablehand Assistant, he just had to apply.\n\nThe otter ahead of him waved him forward, then leaned nonchalantly in against one of the stall dividers. Tapa peeked in and saw one of the few stallions that he had eyeballed roaming the fields before, this one mostly white with splotches of deeper brown along its shoulders and upper back, then down near the base of its tail, and along one leg.\n\n“Splotch,” the otter said, with a nod of his head. Then he motioned towards the next. “Beautatoes. Like po-tatoes, but beau instead. Garlic Fries at the end over here. Then across the way,” and he swung his arm out to the other side of the stables, “Red Velvet and Tiramisu, they’re twins, and Sparta. And if I didn’t say before, I’m Lukas.” He extended a paw to shake; Tapa took it, then just as quickly slid his own back after squishing into slick, slimy warmth half-matted into Lukas’s fur. The otter grinned and gave a wink. “You got here right after I finished with one of the mares. It’s important to get them prepped and stretched first. But, today, we’ll be having you on one of these boys. Got a preference?”\n\nTapa swallowed again, then padded further into the stables. Most of these horses were familiar to him after his time spent loitering by the back fence of the pasture; Beautatoes and Tiramisu both regarded him from behind carefully positioned binders, each and every one of them stripped down fully nude, Red Velvet still wearing the straps and tack that showed its position as a work horse as well. The monkey stepped forward to the stall holding Garlic Fries at the end; the stallion perked its ears, tossed its mane, and then looked over its shoulder at its audience, staring with wide, uninterested eyes. As he watched the horse then chuffed softly, licked its chops, and bent back down towards the trough in front of it to resume eating – which naturally lifted its tail as it bent over at the waist, its two hindlegs remaining planted along the floor of the barn.\n\nOh, how many times he had watched that donut tailhole pulse and flex and wink in the summer heat, and the number of times he had offered carrots in attempts to coax the horses over to the fence…\n\nTapa cleared his throat and stepped back down the aisle. “Splotch,” he said finally, and looked over the stallion there: the paint lifted its head at hearing its name and then, curious, clopped over on recently shod hooves to greet the workers. Lukas held an arm out, and had to stand up on his tiptoes to pet the stallion’s snout: at its shoulder Splotches stood a good foot taller than the otter, its broad chest lined with firm muscle layered beneath that sleek pelt, one nipple pierced with an identification tag, hips and waist firm and sharp, tail of course wrapped at the base, and…\n\n“I’ve always wondered,” Tapa went on, and reached out. He looked to Lukas for permission; the otter nodded, and the monkey continued forward, breath in his throat – and teased a fingerpad along the silver ring hanging along the front rim of the Splotch’s sheath. This close he could feel the thick, dank heat emanating from those wrinkles of sagging flesh, greasy with gathered sweat in the summer day. “What’s this for? Surely it doesn’t help with – the-?”\n\n“Oh, right. Splotch was originally owned by a local family who rather loved their breeding studs.” Lukas moved to undo the latch to the horse’s stall, and then upon doing so reached over for the reins. Again he had to lift up on his tiptoes to attach the halter, murmuring softly to the beast as he did so; Splotch shifted its shoulders, fingers dancing from faint nervousness, then finally relaxed into the familiar sensation. “We bought this one off them when they left the area, and liked the look of the piercing enough to leave it. We have since swapped it out from its original silver for stainless, though, of course.”\n\n“Oh.” Tapa drew his paw away and then stepped back as the horse was led into the main aisle of the stables. “Of course.”\n\n“Alright, then.”\n\nHe found it remarkable how easily this sleek, slim otter could move this much larger horse around, Splotch standing literally head and shoulders above him. Lukas held the horse’s reins in one paw and guided its waist with the other, nudging it towards the walkway and then turning it fully around: even with its tail relaxed Tapa could still see the puffy, marshmallowy rim of its protruding tailhole wedged between its firmly muscled rump, then revealed further as Lukas draped his arm around the stud’s front and spread from the other side. Splotch’s mane bristled with warm surprise, and the male whinnied softly, arched its back, and slowly hoisted its tail.\n\n“Wanna start here?” the otter went on, fingers coming in to tease at the outer rim of that puckered, plump tailhole. “It can be easier for a newbie to get ‘em going from this end; they all like it pretty well, and while you might not get ‘em off from here, you’ll certainly get ‘em close. Or-” Paw still in place, he coaxed Splotch into turning around, the horse obediently lifting its arms in front of its chest and letting its hands hang limp. Lukas reached right around again and squished the beast’s plump, full sheath in his paw, folds of loose skin squeezing up into the spaces in between. “Splotch in particular likes it from the front, and really likes it when you play with the ring. It’s your choice; whichever side you don’t take, I will.”\n\n“O-oh. Um.” He’s being so open about it! Is it really, like… just-? “W-well, I’ve always wanted… I mean, I’ve always thought that… if I were to… um…”\n\nAs he spoke he noticed that the horse shifted where it stood, stance widening, tail slowly lifting up in the back, and that Lukas’s paw had trailed back around to its rear where his arm now slowly, deliberately worked in a rhythm. Tapa blinked, mouth open, then swallowed; in front of him Splotch’s sheath pulsed, shifted, stirred, with the blunt end of the horse’s head inside beginning to lift out along the rim, decorative ring swinging with the movement.\n\n“I’ll take the front.”\n\nLukas grinned, drew his paw away from the horse’s backside, and then swirled his tongue around two of his fingertips. “Good! I was hoping you’d say that. Good thing you picked Splotch, then, too. Previous owners kept him good and well socialized, so he’s used to unfamiliar hands on him.” Then the paw went back around, and the horse shifted again, and its hips pushed forward and its tail lifted.\n\nTapa wrung his paws together. “So do I… just…”\n\n“Yeah, so. Here. Kneel down.”\n\nKneel down? The monkey did as told, putting him about level with the beast’s equipment. This close, just like before he could feel the thick, dank heat emanating off of its sheath and sack, velvet folds of leather skin constantly stirring, especially as Lukas continued plying at its tailhole behind. The outer few inches of Splotch’s shaft pushed forward from within the confines of the horse’s sheath, supple skin unfolding and pulling outward along the growing flesh, so heavy that it hung down beneath its own weight.\n\nTapa’s nose tingled, and he couldn’t help but lean in a little bit to try to taste the warm, soft scent folding around his head. I shouldn’t, he thought, and leaned in closer; this is just an animal. Just some dumb beast. But I’ve been so curious, and Lukas seems like he… and it’s right here, and… smells so good, like… there was the grassy warmth of freshly laid hay layered over a lower, brighter muskiness, the smells of sweat and skin left to sear in the sun, with a little bit of grime greasing the way, and-\n\n-and the otter’s other paw came in so that he leaned against Splotch’s body from the side, the horse chuffing again and tossing its mane, but making no move to step away.\n\n“Okay. Cup it underneath here.”\n\nHis heart skipped a bit. “What? I just-?”\n\n“This is a breeding stable, Tapa. You will be touching, holding, assisting, pleasuring, et cetera et cetera, the animals as needed. And sometimes as wanted, if you’ve got some free time to yourself.” Lukas reached down for Tapa’s paw, took it, and then guided him up – and wrapped the monkey around the growing underside of the beast’s shaft, just behind the rim of its head as it continued to slide out from its sheath.\n\nIt was even warmer than the air around it, and surprisingly soft yet with a distinct, meaty firmness within. Tapa blinked again and stared, his own pants growing tighter with the sensation; supple and velvety enough that he could slide his fingers one way and his thumb the other, and the pliable, loose skin would stretch to accommodate, and… some of the dank moisture from within the horse’s sheath remained smeared across the surface of its shaft, glistening in the light coming in through the stable windows and open door.\n\n“Yeah. Oh, looks like someone’s been watching some videos. Yeah, so – don’t be afraid to squeeze nice and hard, he really likes that. Try to keep your fingers up around the head, like…” Lukas guided him around so that his palm slid along the underside, up around the rim of the beast’s head, then back down again. “Like that. There, feel that? How he’s kinda, like… pulsing as he gets hard?”\n\nHow could I not? Without being told Tapa brought his other paw up, hesitated, pressed his fingers into the overlapping folds of the beast’s sheath, and then coursed downwards towards the hanging sack. Thick, plump, hefty, each one of its balls easily filling out his cupped palm, and so, so warm as well, radiating the same kind of moist, swampy heat as from a bubbling pot of soup. They felt full, the skin thick yet pliable, with powerful cords coiling up from the back; as he felt around Tapa’s paw bumped against Lukas’s, two of the otter’s fingers buried to the second knuckle within the wide rim of Splotch’s protruding tailhole.\n\n“Tapa?”\n\nThe monkey jumped. “Huh? Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, I do.”\n\n“Good. Keep your other paw right around the medial ring.”\n\n“The-?”\n\n“Here.” Yet again he guided him, now sliding his fingers further up the horse’s shaft – or down, Tapa figured – until his pads bumped across a soft protruding ring of slightly thicker skin all the way across, unfolding from within the beast’s sheath. “It’s a real feel-good spot for them, but think of it kinda like the head of your dick: a little bit when you know what you’re doing is best, and too much can be overwhelming. But if you keep one there, and your other paw – yeah, right there at the head. Cup it a bit more, wrap your fingers around the rim…”\n\n“Oh!” Grasped within the monkey’s paws, Splotch shuddered, whinnied, and bucked outwards, impressive length pulsing. The horse’s blunted head completely filled out Tapa’s cupped fingers, while the soft ring of flesh beneath his fingers similarly swelled out. “Oh. I see. And you’re gonna-”\n\n“Take care of… this side…”\n\nLukas dropped down to his knees, scooted over behind the horse, and then slid both paws up along the firm, muscled rump. Splotch rumbled again and bent forward towards Tapa, causing the monkey to lean back; the beast kept its arms folded in front of its body, though, and looked back over its shoulder with the reins hanging as the other attendant worked his thumbs along the plush, puckered tailhole. Tapa leaned over to the side as he continued rubbing at the horse’s length, thumb running along the smooth, silken surface, pulling the supple skin this way and that; Lukas licked his lips, swallowed, and smirked in at the snack presented to him, Splotch dutifully hiking at the tail in anticipation. Then the otter leaned in, pressed his lips against the swollen donut, held there for a moment, then curled his tongue inwards – and again Tapa felt the throb pulse through the beast.\n\nI can’t believe… I’m actually getting to do this, he thought, and let his gaze drift back to his task at hand. From where he knelt, Splotch’s now fully hard shaft hung ahead of him, lifting up towards the horse’s belly with each throb and pulse; Tapa continued working his paw around the head, palm slick and wet with little dribbles of thick, frothy pre, similarly smelling of hay and musk. I can’t believe I’m getting paid to do this. This is my job now. Unbelievable! Actually getting to touch the animals like this, and – God, he really likes it, doesn’t he, and Lukas…\n\nThe monkey pressed his other paw back down along Splotch’s sheath, squishing in between the dank folds of skin, then lowered down further to heft the beast’s balls all over again. So firm, so heavy, so hot… and already the otter was well at work beneath its tail, both paws raised to spread its rump, lips pursed, tongue dragging across the full surface of Splotch’s tailhole, circling around the rim, swirling in towards the center.\n\nThat looks like fun… and yet…\n\nHeart thumping, mouth watering, Tapa looked back to the impressive heft swinging, pulsing, twitching before his muzzle, within his paws. He swallowed, licked his lips, and came forward, still teasing with his fingers, still rubbing at the horse’s balls… and then after another moment of pause, finally brushed his mouth across the smooth, velvety surface of the beast’s hard cock. Like soft, greased leather, it was more delicate than he had expected, even with his touching and squeezing and stroking; the monkey closed his eyes, pressed in more firmly, and drew in a slow, deep breath of Splotch’s scent.\n\nRich, animalistic musk tickled within his nostrils and filled his lungs. The same smooth bite of fresh hay, and livestock sweat, and high, airy spice, so similar to what he had tasted before yet still so different. Bit by bit he returned his paw from balls to sheath, and then from there to the base of Splotch’s shaft still buried within folds of greasy skin.\n\nIt’s sticking to my fingers, he thought, and opened his eyes just enough to see the glistening wet smears across his skin. I’m gonna be able to smell it through tomorrow. Then: Oh God, I work tomorrow. I could be shoving my fingers into another horse sheath by this time. Or maybe Lukas will let me do… what he’s doing…\n\nGradually he became aware of breathy, indulgent panting, both from the horse above him as well as the otter face-deep beneath its tail. Lukas’s slurps and swallows, his soft little moans, the way he occasionally drew back, circled his tongue across his lips, and then dove back in, deliberately focusing at the center of Splotch’s rim and sucking from there, as though trying to dig deeper inside of the horse… Tapa squirmed, reached down, and pressed a slickened, greasy paw between his own legs, shifting the tension of his own full arousal stirring there.\n\nMaybe… Bit by bit he scooted back, breathing in through his nose and sighing out through parted lips, already a little bit slick and greasy with the natural musk of the animal’s length. It wouldn’t be so bad if I… were to…\n\n“O-oh – hey-”\n\nHe froze where he was, heart thumping again. Lukas clutched the beast by its haunches and leaned over, short muzzle poking between Splotch’s thighs.\n\n“Might wanna, ah… hold off on that.” The otter nodded downwards towards Tapa’s obvious arousal. “I know it can be tempting, especially when you’re new. But the day just started, and the job’s a lot easier when you’re – y’know.”\n\n“Oh. Right. Um…” Still, though, Tapa couldn’t help but peer between Lukas’s legs, taking his chance when the otter lifted his muzzle up to heft those huge balls across his snout. “Can I… uh…?”\n\n“Hmm?” Lukas lowered himself back down again. “Oh, get a taste? Yeah. Yeah, the – product is a lot more valuable than you’d think, especially from Tiramisu over there for his family history, but, I mean… they produce it literally nonstop, and we can tap ‘em for it once a day, sometimes twice if their diet’s up.”\n\nDon’t have to tell me twice. Tapa scooted back towards the end of the horse’s shaft, briefly winced as another throb yanked the full cock out of his paws, then raised up a bit to sniff at the thick slime dripping from the end. “Is there anything special I should…?”\n\n“Do not try to fit the whole thing in your mouth. When he flares it’ll crack your dang jaw.” Lukas lifted up from beneath the stallion’s sack, leaned back to appraise its tailhole, then sucked the entire ring into his mouth for a moment. “But you can kinda, like, rest it against your lips? In which case you’ll still get your throat pressure-washed when he bursts, and it’ll sting through Thursday, but it’s a good way to get a feel for the force each one has.”\n\n“Each one…?”\n\n“Each stud. We do ‘em in pairs: two today, two tomorrow, two the next day, and back. On the next one, we can…” Again he paused to slurp the beast’s rim, entire tongue disappearing among thick velvety meat. “...swap out, and you can get the back.”\n\nTapa waited for more, but it seemed as though Lukas had finished – or rather, had wrapped himself back up in his work within the first few inches of the beast’s bowels, muzzle once again buried beneath that lifted tail. The monkey carefully angled Splotch’s head down to himself, sniffed at the end, grimaced a bit at the sharpness of the musk there, then licked his lips, swallowed, parted his mouth, and moved forward.\n\nQuickly he lost track of where he was with the first little spurt of slick, sticky pre across his tongue. Before he could think about it he swallowed it down, then squeezed one paw behind the rim of the head and the other along that medial ring, and tugged the supple, velvety skin in towards him. Then another pump, and another, and another, all the way he squished his lips to the surface of Splotch’s head, and swirled his tongue around the little protruding nozzle of the beast’s urethra. Deeper in there he could feel the gathered slick slime of all of this liquid musk, already coating his lips, clinging to his throat, filling his lungs and belly; he couldn’t help but let a few shivering moans trickle out with each exhalation, now working the beast’s shaft for his own pleasure more than that of the animal, and then – a puff of breath, a stamping of a shod hoof, a grunt, and thrust, and a powerful throb, and then another one enough to once more pull the thick, firm flesh out from between his paws, and – Tapa heard the first quick, dense rope of the beast’s load squirt out from its flaring head, arcing over his muzzle and shoulder where it impacted the other stall divider behind him.\n\nSplotch tossed its head, bristled its mane, bunched its shoulders, and then bucked, again, and again, each time with its impressive length leaping up towards its firm belly. Tapa stared in awe at the sheer force and pleasure that wracked the animal’s body, every muscle tensing, its teeth gritted and lips drawn back in exertion; he watched the fat veins riding out along the base of its shaft, how it seemed to grow wider with each spurt, and then especially how the head had completely changed in shape, turning from that blunted round to instead a sleek, flat end with the flare stretching out from the shaft underneath, skin now shimmering and glossy through its swelling.\n\nPanting, mouth simmering with the taste of horse musk, Tapa scooted to the side to avoid any splashback and continued watching as Splotch rolled over the other side of its peak, thick shaft swinging forward and sagging down, dribbling thick milky white from the end. After a moment the beast shuddered again, scrabbled a hoof at the floor, and paused to catch its breath, during which it slowly began to retract back into its sheath, smooth supple skin wrinkling and folding over itself.\n\nFinally Lukas pulled himself back out from underneath the beast’s tail, a thick strand of drool hanging down from his jaw. “Holy moly,” the otter breathed, then reached up to wipe his mouth off on his wrist. “Y’know they’ve designed, like, industrial valves based around horse ass? I thought I was gonna lose my tongue there. Jesus.” He smacked his lips, cleared his throat, swallowed, then gave the still-recovering Splotch an affectionate pat on the rump. On reflex the horse lifted its tail again. “So. Good work, newbie. That was, uh, faster than I expected… next time we’ll make sure you have the bucket.”\n\nAt first Tapa didn’t hear a word he said, for being so focused on watching the way the wet folds of equine sheath-skin wrapped back in around the retreating head. “Huh…? Bucket? Oh, God, I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was supposed to-”\n\n“Nah, nah.” Lukas waved a dripping paw. “Stallion semen’s valuable stuff, but again, we got it literally on tap here. And for new hires we prefer to give them an introductory round before we actually get you to work. Figure out if the job is really right for you – lots of folks like the sound, but then lose their nerve or get squicked out or whatever.” Again he wiped his mouth. “Which, speaking of, take a breather real quick, I’ll get Splotch here stabled, and then we can hit the mares next.”\n\nYet again Tapa’s heart skipped a beat. He remained where he was while Lukas struggled up, then took a moment to adjust the fit of his pants around his obvious twitching arousal. “Mares…?”\n\n“Yeah.” Lukas took up the horse’s reins, Splotch still panting with warm exertion, and led the beast back into the stall. Even from here Tapa could see the thick smear of drool coating its tailhole and dripping down the back of its sack. “They take some prep work because we can breed one of the studs to ‘em. I usually make sure to get at least halfway to my elbow – some of ‘em really like that – or if you wanna play it safe, then just past the end of the big gloves.” The stall door clicked shut. Lukas brushed his paws together and then offered one down to the monkey. “So. You in?”\n\nTapa didn’t even have to think about it. He took the offered paw, still slightly slick, and pulled himself up. “Absolutely. So what’s, uh, the next step…?”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Right over here. Don’t you worry about leaving the gate open; they’re all well-trained and know not to bolt.”

Tapa glanced down at the thin fence as he passed by, the monkey’s nose twitching with the warm, rich scent of livestock. He had passed by this place on his daily walks a few times before and couldn’t help but wonder what was going on, after seeing the horses in each of their stalls or rummaging around in the pasture out back, facing the large field through which he sometimes took a shortcut. These past few weeks his walks had stretched on longer and longer, since as the season changed to summer and the temperatures increased, the livestock spent ever more time out in those fields – which allowed passersby like himself an extended vantage at wrapped tails, tight haunches, plump protruding tailholes, sagging swinging balls, thick leathery sheaths… so naturally when the monkey saw the signs out front, Help Wanted: Stablehand Assistant, he just had to apply.

The otter ahead of him waved him forward, then leaned nonchalantly in against one of the stall dividers. Tapa peeked in and saw one of the few stallions that he had eyeballed roaming the fields before, this one mostly white with splotches of deeper brown along its shoulders and upper back, then down near the base of its tail, and along one leg.

“Splotch,” the otter said, with a nod of his head. Then he motioned towards the next. “Beautatoes. Like po-tatoes, but beau instead. Garlic Fries at the end over here. Then across the way,” and he swung his arm out to the other side of the stables, “Red Velvet and Tiramisu, they’re twins, and Sparta. And if I didn’t say before, I’m Lukas.” He extended a paw to shake; Tapa took it, then just as quickly slid his own back after squishing into slick, slimy warmth half-matted into Lukas’s fur. The otter grinned and gave a wink. “You got here right after I finished with one of the mares. It’s important to get them prepped and stretched first. But, today, we’ll be having you on one of these boys. Got a preference?”

Tapa swallowed again, then padded further into the stables. Most of these horses were familiar to him after his time spent loitering by the back fence of the pasture; Beautatoes and Tiramisu both regarded him from behind carefully positioned binders, each and every one of them stripped down fully nude,  Red Velvet still wearing the straps and tack that showed its position as a work horse as well. The monkey stepped forward to the stall holding Garlic Fries at the end; the stallion perked its ears, tossed its mane, and then looked over its shoulder at its audience, staring with wide, uninterested eyes. As he watched the horse then chuffed softly, licked its chops, and bent back down towards the trough in front of it to resume eating – which naturally lifted its tail as it bent over at the waist, its two hindlegs remaining planted along the floor of the barn.

Oh, how many times he had watched that donut tailhole pulse and flex and wink in the summer heat, and the number of times he had offered carrots in attempts to coax the horses over to the fence…

Tapa cleared his throat and stepped back down the aisle. “Splotch,” he said finally, and looked over the stallion there: the paint lifted its head at hearing its name and then, curious, clopped over on recently shod hooves to greet the workers. Lukas held an arm out, and had to stand up on his tiptoes to pet the stallion’s snout: at its shoulder Splotches stood a good foot taller than the otter, its broad chest lined with firm muscle layered beneath that sleek pelt, one nipple pierced with an identification tag, hips and waist firm and sharp, tail of course wrapped at the base, and…

“I’ve always wondered,” Tapa went on, and reached out. He looked to Lukas for permission; the otter nodded, and the monkey continued forward, breath in his throat – and teased a fingerpad along the silver ring hanging along the front rim of the Splotch’s sheath. This close he could feel the thick, dank heat emanating from those wrinkles of sagging flesh, greasy with gathered sweat in the summer day. “What’s this for? Surely it doesn’t help with – the-?”

“Oh, right. Splotch was originally owned by a local family who rather loved their breeding studs.” Lukas moved to undo the latch to the horse’s stall, and then upon doing so reached over for the reins. Again he had to lift up on his tiptoes to attach the halter, murmuring softly to the beast as he did so; Splotch shifted its shoulders, fingers dancing from faint nervousness, then finally relaxed into the familiar sensation. “We bought this one off them when they left the area, and liked the look of the piercing enough to leave it. We have since swapped it out from its original silver for stainless, though, of course.”

“Oh.” Tapa drew his paw away and then stepped back as the horse was led into the main aisle of the stables. “Of course.”

“Alright, then.”

He found it remarkable how easily this sleek, slim otter could move this much larger horse around, Splotch standing literally head and shoulders above him. Lukas held the horse’s reins in one paw and guided its waist with the other, nudging it towards the walkway and then turning it fully around: even with its tail relaxed Tapa could still see the puffy, marshmallowy rim of its protruding tailhole wedged between its firmly muscled rump, then revealed further as Lukas draped his arm around the stud’s front and spread from the other side. Splotch’s mane bristled with warm surprise, and the male whinnied softly, arched its back, and slowly hoisted its tail.

“Wanna start here?” the otter went on, fingers coming in to tease at the outer rim of that puckered, plump tailhole. “It can be easier for a newbie to get ‘em going from this end; they all like it pretty well, and while you might not get ‘em off from here, you’ll certainly get ‘em close. Or-” Paw still in place, he coaxed Splotch into turning around, the horse obediently lifting its arms in front of its chest and letting its hands hang limp. Lukas reached right around again and squished the beast’s plump, full sheath in his paw, folds of loose skin squeezing up into the spaces in between. “Splotch in particular likes it from the front, and really likes it when you play with the ring. It’s your choice; whichever side you don’t take, I will.”

“O-oh. Um.” He’s being so open about it! Is it really, like… just-? “W-well, I’ve always wanted… I mean, I’ve always thought that… if I were to… um…”

As he spoke he noticed that the horse shifted where it stood, stance widening, tail slowly lifting up in the back, and that Lukas’s paw had trailed back around to its rear where his arm now slowly, deliberately worked in a rhythm. Tapa blinked, mouth open, then swallowed; in front of him Splotch’s sheath pulsed, shifted, stirred, with the blunt end of the horse’s head inside beginning to lift out along the rim, decorative ring swinging with the movement.

“I’ll take the front.”

Lukas grinned, drew his paw away from the horse’s backside, and then swirled his tongue around two of his fingertips. “Good! I was hoping you’d say that. Good thing you picked Splotch, then, too. Previous owners kept him good and well socialized, so he’s used to unfamiliar hands on him.” Then the paw went back around, and the horse shifted again, and its hips pushed forward and its tail lifted.

Tapa wrung his paws together. “So do I… just…”

“Yeah, so. Here. Kneel down.”

Kneel down? The monkey did as told, putting him about level with the beast’s equipment. This close, just like before he could feel the thick, dank heat emanating off of its sheath and sack, velvet folds of leather skin constantly stirring, especially as Lukas continued plying at its tailhole behind. The outer few inches of Splotch’s shaft pushed forward from within the confines of the horse’s sheath, supple skin unfolding and pulling outward along the growing flesh, so heavy that it hung down beneath its own weight.

Tapa’s nose tingled, and he couldn’t help but lean in a little bit to try to taste the warm, soft scent folding around his head. I shouldn’t, he thought, and leaned in closer; this is just an animal. Just some dumb beast. But I’ve been so curious, and Lukas seems like he… and it’s right here, and… smells so good, like… there was the grassy warmth of freshly laid hay layered over a lower, brighter muskiness, the smells of sweat and skin left to sear in the sun, with a little bit of grime greasing the way, and-

-and the otter’s other paw came in so that he leaned against Splotch’s body from the side, the horse chuffing again and tossing its mane, but making no move to step away.

“Okay. Cup it underneath here.”

His heart skipped a bit. “What? I just-?”

“This is a breeding stable, Tapa. You will be touching, holding, assisting, pleasuring, et cetera et cetera, the animals as needed. And sometimes as wanted, if you’ve got some free time to yourself.” Lukas reached down for Tapa’s paw, took it, and then guided him up – and wrapped the monkey around the growing underside of the beast’s shaft, just behind the rim of its head as it continued to slide out from its sheath.

It was even warmer than the air around it, and surprisingly soft yet with a distinct, meaty firmness within. Tapa blinked again and stared, his own pants growing tighter with the sensation; supple and velvety enough that he could slide his fingers one way and his thumb the other, and the pliable, loose skin would stretch to accommodate, and… some of the dank moisture from within the horse’s sheath remained smeared across the surface of its shaft, glistening in the light coming in through the stable windows and open door.

“Yeah. Oh, looks like someone’s been watching some videos. Yeah, so – don’t be afraid to squeeze nice and hard, he really likes that. Try to keep your fingers up around the head, like…” Lukas guided him around so that his palm slid along the underside, up around the rim of the beast’s head, then back down again. “Like that. There, feel that? How he’s kinda, like… pulsing as he gets hard?”

How could I not? Without being told Tapa brought his other paw up, hesitated, pressed his fingers into the overlapping folds of the beast’s sheath, and then coursed downwards towards the hanging sack. Thick, plump, hefty, each one of its balls easily filling out his cupped palm, and so, so warm as well, radiating the same kind of moist, swampy heat as from a bubbling pot of soup. They felt full, the skin thick yet pliable, with powerful cords coiling up from the back; as he felt around Tapa’s paw bumped against Lukas’s, two of the otter’s fingers buried to the second knuckle within the wide rim of Splotch’s protruding tailhole.

“Tapa?”

The monkey jumped. “Huh? Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Good. Keep your other paw right around the medial ring.”

“The-?”

“Here.” Yet again he guided him, now sliding his fingers further up the horse’s shaft – or down, Tapa figured – until his pads bumped across a soft protruding ring of slightly thicker skin all the way across, unfolding from within the beast’s sheath. “It’s a real feel-good spot for them, but think of it kinda like the head of your dick: a little bit when you know what you’re doing is best, and too much can be overwhelming. But if you keep one there, and your other paw – yeah, right there at the head. Cup it a bit more, wrap your fingers around the rim…”

“Oh!” Grasped within the monkey’s paws, Splotch shuddered, whinnied, and bucked outwards, impressive length pulsing. The horse’s blunted head completely filled out Tapa’s cupped fingers, while the soft ring of flesh beneath his fingers similarly swelled out. “Oh. I see. And you’re gonna-”

“Take care of… this side…”

Lukas dropped down to his knees, scooted over behind the horse, and then slid both paws up along the firm, muscled rump. Splotch rumbled again and bent forward towards Tapa, causing the monkey to lean back; the beast kept its arms folded in front of its body, though, and looked back over its shoulder with the reins hanging as the other attendant worked his thumbs along the plush, puckered tailhole. Tapa leaned over to the side as he continued rubbing at the horse’s length, thumb running along the smooth, silken surface, pulling the supple skin this way and that; Lukas licked his lips, swallowed, and smirked in at the snack presented to him, Splotch dutifully hiking at the tail in anticipation. Then the otter leaned in, pressed his lips against the swollen donut, held there for a moment, then curled his tongue inwards – and again Tapa felt the throb pulse through the beast.

I can’t believe… I’m actually getting to do this, he thought, and let his gaze drift back to his task at hand. From where he knelt, Splotch’s now fully hard shaft hung ahead of him, lifting up towards the horse’s belly with each throb and pulse; Tapa continued working his paw around the head, palm slick and wet with little dribbles of thick, frothy pre, similarly smelling of hay and musk. I can’t believe I’m getting paid to do this. This is my job now. Unbelievable! Actually getting to touch the animals like this, and – God, he really likes it, doesn’t he, and Lukas…

The monkey pressed his other paw back down along Splotch’s sheath, squishing in between the dank folds of skin, then lowered down further to heft the beast’s balls all over again. So firm, so heavy, so hot… and already the otter was well at work beneath its tail, both paws raised to spread its rump, lips pursed, tongue dragging across the full surface of Splotch’s tailhole, circling around the rim, swirling in towards the center.

That looks like fun… and yet…

Heart thumping, mouth watering, Tapa looked back to the impressive heft swinging, pulsing, twitching before his muzzle, within his paws. He swallowed, licked his lips, and came forward, still teasing with his fingers, still rubbing at the horse’s balls… and then after another moment of pause, finally brushed his mouth across the smooth, velvety surface of the beast’s hard cock. Like soft, greased leather, it was more delicate than he had expected, even with his touching and squeezing and stroking; the monkey closed his eyes, pressed in more firmly, and drew in a slow, deep breath of Splotch’s scent.

Rich, animalistic musk tickled within his nostrils and filled his lungs. The same smooth bite of fresh hay, and livestock sweat, and high, airy spice, so similar to what he had tasted before yet still so different. Bit by bit he returned his paw from balls to sheath, and then from there to the base of Splotch’s shaft still buried within folds of greasy skin.

It’s sticking to my fingers, he thought, and opened his eyes just enough to see the glistening wet smears across his skin. I’m gonna be able to smell it through tomorrow. Then: Oh God, I work tomorrow. I could be shoving my fingers into another horse sheath by this time. Or maybe Lukas will let me do… what he’s doing…

Gradually he became aware of breathy, indulgent panting, both from the horse above him as well as the otter face-deep beneath its tail. Lukas’s slurps and swallows, his soft little moans, the way he occasionally drew back, circled his tongue across his lips, and then dove back in, deliberately focusing at the center of Splotch’s rim and sucking from there, as though trying to dig deeper inside of the horse… Tapa squirmed, reached down, and pressed a slickened, greasy paw between his own legs, shifting the tension of his own full arousal stirring there.

Maybe… Bit by bit he scooted back, breathing in through his nose and sighing out through parted lips, already a little bit slick and greasy with the natural musk of the animal’s length. It wouldn’t be so bad if I… were to…

“O-oh – hey-”

He froze where he was, heart thumping again. Lukas clutched the beast by its haunches and leaned over, short muzzle poking between Splotch’s thighs.

“Might wanna, ah… hold off on that.” The otter nodded downwards towards Tapa’s obvious arousal. “I know it can be tempting, especially when you’re new. But the day just started, and the job’s a lot easier when you’re – y’know.”

“Oh. Right. Um…” Still, though, Tapa couldn’t help but peer between Lukas’s legs, taking his chance when the otter lifted his muzzle up to heft those huge balls across his snout. “Can I… uh…?”

“Hmm?” Lukas lowered himself back down again. “Oh, get a taste? Yeah. Yeah, the – product is a lot more valuable than you’d think, especially from Tiramisu over there for his family history, but, I mean… they produce it literally nonstop, and we can tap ‘em for it once a day, sometimes twice if their diet’s up.”

Don’t have to tell me twice. Tapa scooted back towards the end of the horse’s shaft, briefly winced as another throb yanked the full cock out of his paws, then raised up a bit to sniff at the thick slime dripping from the end. “Is there anything special I should…?”

“Do not try to fit the whole thing in your mouth. When he flares it’ll crack your dang jaw.” Lukas lifted up from beneath the stallion’s sack, leaned back to appraise its tailhole, then sucked the entire ring into his mouth for a moment. “But you can kinda, like, rest it against your lips? In which case you’ll still get your throat pressure-washed when he bursts, and it’ll sting through Thursday, but it’s a good way to get a feel for the force each one has.”

“Each one…?”

“Each stud. We do ‘em in pairs: two today, two tomorrow, two the next day, and back. On the next one, we can…” Again he paused to slurp the beast’s rim, entire tongue disappearing among thick velvety meat. “...swap out, and you can get the back.”

Tapa waited for more, but it seemed as though Lukas had finished – or rather, had wrapped himself back up in his work within the first few inches of the beast’s bowels, muzzle once again buried beneath that lifted tail. The monkey carefully angled Splotch’s head down to himself, sniffed at the end, grimaced a bit at the sharpness of the musk there, then licked his lips, swallowed, parted his mouth, and moved forward.

Quickly he lost track of where he was with the first little spurt of slick, sticky pre across his tongue. Before he could think about it he swallowed it down, then squeezed one paw behind the rim of the head and the other along that medial ring, and tugged the supple, velvety skin in towards him. Then another pump, and another, and another, all the way he squished his lips to the surface of Splotch’s head, and swirled his tongue around the little protruding nozzle of the beast’s urethra. Deeper in there he could feel the gathered slick slime of all of this liquid musk, already coating his lips, clinging to his throat, filling his lungs and belly; he couldn’t help but let a few shivering moans trickle out with each exhalation, now working the beast’s shaft for his own pleasure more than that of the animal, and then – a puff of breath, a stamping of a shod hoof, a grunt, and thrust, and a powerful throb, and then another one enough to once more pull the thick, firm flesh out from between his paws, and – Tapa heard the first quick, dense rope of the beast’s load squirt out from its flaring head, arcing over his muzzle and shoulder where it impacted the other stall divider behind him.

Splotch tossed its head, bristled its mane, bunched its shoulders, and then bucked, again, and again, each time with its impressive length leaping up towards its firm belly. Tapa stared in awe at the sheer force and pleasure that wracked the animal’s body, every muscle tensing, its teeth gritted and lips drawn back in exertion; he watched the fat veins riding out along the base of its shaft, how it seemed to grow wider with each spurt, and then especially how the head had completely changed in shape, turning from that blunted round to instead a sleek, flat end with the flare stretching out from the shaft underneath, skin now shimmering and glossy through its swelling.

Panting, mouth simmering with the taste of horse musk, Tapa scooted to the side to avoid any splashback and continued watching as Splotch rolled over the other side of its peak, thick shaft swinging forward and sagging down, dribbling thick milky white from the end. After a moment the beast shuddered again, scrabbled a hoof at the floor, and paused to catch its breath, during which it slowly began to retract back into its sheath, smooth supple skin wrinkling and folding over itself.

Finally Lukas pulled himself back out from underneath the beast’s tail, a thick strand of drool hanging down from his jaw. “Holy moly,” the otter breathed, then reached up to wipe his mouth off on his wrist. “Y’know they’ve designed, like, industrial valves based around horse ass? I thought I was gonna lose my tongue there. Jesus.” He smacked his lips, cleared his throat, swallowed, then gave the still-recovering Splotch an affectionate pat on the rump. On reflex the horse lifted its tail again. “So. Good work, newbie. That was, uh, faster than I expected… next time we’ll make sure you have the bucket.”

At first Tapa didn’t hear a word he said, for being so focused on watching the way the wet folds of equine sheath-skin wrapped back in around the retreating head. “Huh…? Bucket? Oh, God, I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was supposed to-”

“Nah, nah.” Lukas waved a dripping paw. “Stallion semen’s valuable stuff, but again, we got it literally on tap here. And for new hires we prefer to give them an introductory round before we actually get you to work. Figure out if the job is really right for you – lots of folks like the sound, but then lose their nerve or get squicked out or whatever.” Again he wiped his mouth. “Which, speaking of, take a breather real quick, I’ll get Splotch here stabled, and then we can hit the mares next.”

Yet again Tapa’s heart skipped a beat. He remained where he was while Lukas struggled up, then took a moment to adjust the fit of his pants around his obvious twitching arousal. “Mares…?”

“Yeah.” Lukas took up the horse’s reins, Splotch still panting with warm exertion, and led the beast back into the stall. Even from here Tapa could see the thick smear of drool coating its tailhole and dripping down the back of its sack. “They take some prep work because we can breed one of the studs to ‘em. I usually make sure to get at least halfway to my elbow – some of ‘em really like that – or if you wanna play it safe, then just past the end of the big gloves.” The stall door clicked shut. Lukas brushed his paws together and then offered one down to the monkey. “So. You in?”

Tapa didn’t even have to think about it. He took the offered paw, still slightly slick, and pulled himself up. “Absolutely. So what’s, uh, the next step…?”", "pools_count": 2, "title": "Stablehand [YCH]", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "1" }