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Ivan could tell that spring had arrived. Not because of the bright green trees or the blooming flowers, but the heat that had built up in his lower region.

It was unbearable. No matter where, what, or when, he wanted to hump like there was no tomorrow. His owner, Till, was willing to put up with it until he had woken up to Ivan trying to launch his red rocket.

Then, a bomb was dropped.

“We’re getting you neutered, Ivan.”

It was a joke, right? It had to be. These round balls full of baby batter weren’t about to be discarded like a plastic bag drifting through the wind..

Well, it wasn’t a joke. Here they were, right infront of the vets office. Ivan had to be practically dragged inside, and he clung to Till’s leg the whole way in. He had to get just one more good hump in before his moneymaker went broke.

When Ivan was called up to meet with the vet he threw a D1 tantrum and pissed/came all over the furniture. He was angry as fuck when till left him with the gay ass cowboy hat wearing vet that claimed to be ‘Ifa’. I mean.. what the hell is an Ifa? His name would make more sense if it was Ifanso or something. Atleast that sounds French.

“Hey, cute puppy boy,” Ifa cooed, patting his head as he lifted him onto the table. “Are you ready to get neutered?”

“Shut up faggot,” Ivan barked, throwing up gang signs. “Come to my turf and me and my crew will beat your ass.”

“Oh? And who’s your crew, little puppy?” Ifa asked, stroking his chin. “The paw patrol?”

Ivan was highkey gagged by that, so he kept silent and just glared. (Sis im dead as a chile)

“Yeah that’s right, keep quiet you little bitch,” Ifa said stoically. “Now, lay.”

Ivan, despite his anger, obeyed. It was in his nature to follow the word of hot sweaty buff men that wanted to fondle his sack.

“What a good boy,” Ifa smiled, watching as Ivan rolled over to expose his belly. “Ahh… you sure are eager.~”

“Hmph.. shut up and get it over with,” Ivan growled, avoiding Ifa’s gaze. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he could feel the thrusters in his rocket powering up by the second.

“Now now, no need to be in such a hurry. Why don’t we have a little fun first? It is going to be your last time, after all!” Ifa replied, wiggling his fingers mischievously.

After watching Ivan’s expression for a moment, Ifa slipped his hand inside the puppyboys drawls. He fondled the hog, sliding his fingers across the tip to spread the precum around.

“My my, you’re a naughty puppy, aren’t you?” Ifa cooed, sliding his other hand under Ivan’s shirt to pinch his puffy pink nipples. “Getting worked up over just a few touches?”

“Ngh.. s-stop teasing me,” Ivan whimpered, covering his face with his hands.

“How can I resist when you’re this cute?” Ifa slipped his hand out from inside Ivan’s pants, shoving his fingers into Ivan’s mouth. “I do have some lube on hand, but I think you’d like it more if it was all natural while we doggystyled.”

Ivan sucked on the fingers, swirling his tongue around as he let out soft moans of pure excitement. It was like he could already feel those warm, and calloused fingers slipping inside of his tight boypussy.

Ifa pulled out his fingers, a chain of spit connecting them to Ivan’s wet tongue.

“Now.. time to get down to business.”

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The business was getting down.

Ifa removed his soggy fingers from the premises of Ivan’s mouth, lowering them to his tight virgin hole. He began to caress the rim of the door to dopamine, feeling the muscles twitch and spasm under his gentle touch.

“A-Ah..~” Ivan whimpered, his ears flattening against his head. His hips bucked, and his peenar wiggled like a plastic bag drifting through the wind.

Just as Ivan felt himself getting close Ifa pulled back, and the door to the examination room swung open.

“Do my eyes deceive me, or do I see a dog getting fucked and fingered by a DL vet tech from hell?” Best Selling Author Quan Millz busted into the room, wearing nothing but a white jockstrap and a stethoscope.

“Your eyes seem to be functioning perfectly well, my dear friend,” Alastors voice rang out from behind him as the oppa also stepped into the room, his long schlong swinging like a grandfather clock between his legs.

“Mr. Millz,” Ifa greeted, bowing down to his master. “Are you here to test out the new prey before your boxing match?”

Quan Millz nodded, eyes locked on Ivan’s sticky situation (discombobulation). He was loaded and ready to breed his new victim, (victim, honey you’re my fifth one).

Suddenly, big black tentacles appeared from portals in the walls, and Alastor grinned in satisfaction as they constrained Ivan’s limbs, one of the smaller ones slipping into his peenar hole.

Ivan threw his head back, his dick spasming as he gasped for breath. The sensation was overwhelming, like nothing his virgin body had ever experienced before.

“Please…” He huffed, his eyes half lidded. “That’s a big fucking dick..”

The tentacles wrapped around Ivan’s small twink-ish body, and it grabbed him by his cheeks, spreading them to display his hole to the three men standing infront of him.

Call him Dorothy the way he was transported to another dimension. (How your cum follow the yellow brick road….)

Alastor gave into his desire first, teleporting infront of Ivan and eating his ass crazy style. It was like he was at an all you can eat buffet, the dingleberries only adding to the world shattering experience.

Ivan’s fingers dug into the operation table, a muscle in his stomach pulsing as slick poured out of his cave. Alastor lapped it up like a dog, (ironic, isn’t it…), taking a moment longer to slurp it up.

Quan Millz cleared his throat, and Alastor immediately moved back, lowering his head. His nose was wet with Ivan’s slick as he licked his lips, eyes still locked on the boys wet oasis.

“Now, Senorita… watch how a real man’s fat dick will pump in and out of you.”

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Quan Millz stood there in his tight white jockstrap, his sentient penis pulling him forward like Ivan was a magnet and he was Ironman. His std-filled log took full control and began to plummet into Ivan’s soaking boypussy.

Ivan threw his head back with a loud moan as Quan Millz entered, shoving his goon-pole into Ivan’s unexplored cave and filling him completely.

“Yeah..” *thrust* “You naughty..” *thrust* “BITCH!!” *thrust*

Ivan’s erratic motions awakened Quan Millz’s demon thot ran-through roaches from hell onto his unplucked garden. They scuttled around the unshaved peaches, wiggling their antenna sympathetically. Even they knew that the round balls of joy and whimsy were about to be cut off like their mothers when they’d gotten pregnant with baby roaches at 16.

Quan Millz’s symbiotic penis needed a new hole. Suddenly, it split into 2 like a hydra and skyrocketed towards Alastor’s red untouched virgin hole. Alastor gasped as it entered him without warning, and he felt the transmission of several STD’s contaminate his plush walls in milliseconds. He could feel crabs, hemorrhoids, and was that.. tetanus?

The inertia of the bullet train alone was enough to flood Alastor with a head-full of hormones. He immediately fell over to catch his breath as he felt a fire ignite in his prostate.

Quan Millz’s dicks twitched inside both of the animal-boys, and he grinned as he saw Alastor pathetically attempt to use his tentacles to jerk himself off, only for them to fall limp and useless due to the pure aura of Mr.Millz. He then snapped his hips forward, causing both of them to fly to the middle of the room like they were attached to a leash. They knocked their heads together painfully, their dicks somehow intertwining to rub against each other.

Ifa’s pole was beginning to reach its yield point just from the sight of the miniature orgy. Ifa’s feet moved before his mind did. He took 100 steps forward (the office is either really big or his steps are really small) and began simultaneously orally thrusting both of the submissive animal-themed boys at once.

Suddenly, autistic Randy Meeks barged into the room with a paper in his hand. It said “vet inspector” in official writing, and he was wearing a suit made by Mark O’dea.

“Listen up, fellas,” He said, his voice filled with the joy and whimsy that only those who aren’t at the vets office participating in an orgy could feel. “I’m here to shut down this place. You haven’t been following the rules of regulation, and when we did a blue light test… there was cum everywhere.”

The air became still; so much so, not even a plastic bag could drift through the wind. Quan Millz’s Tentacle-Toucher became limp, and Ifa stopped hee-hooing into the 2 animal-themed boys. Just as Autistic Randy Meeks had delivered the news, Alastor and Ivan let out 1 final victory nut, painting the rainbow walls of the office a yellowish-white color.

Just as Autistic Randy Meeks was about to call in for backup, a chunk of Alastors crusty dih cheese flew at him from across the room, and he fainted from the stench and aura of somebody who hasn’t even glanced at a droplet of water for centuries.

Quan Millz took this opportunity to stomp him out, making sure that the investigator wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. And when he did, his memory of this place, hell, his memories of his entire life, would be no more.

Quan Millz called the ambulance for Autistic stomped-out Randy Meeks. The gang watched outside as he was hauled away, never to return to his normal life. Ivan managed to keep his balls, but not his dignity, in this vet visit. He was sad it was all coming to a close. He would miss getting gangbanged in the rainbow room. Suddenly, Till pulled into the parking lot, cigarette in hand, and a face that said ‘Where is my NEUTERED dog?’

Till screamed his head off at the time Ifa had wasted, demanding a refund. He was of course fully reimbursed by the clinic. He loaded Ivan into the backseat of his car, driving the two of them home.

When the pair arrived at the house, Till watched the dog, narrowing his eyes at the way the kawaii puppy boy seemed to be limping.

And.. was his stomach.. bulging?

THE END!! thanks 4 reading drop a like and maybe I’ll write a fanfic about Ivan giving birth to a litter in full detail