“Next… Ooka and Mikey?” called out a voice from the speakers into the waiting room. A stout, green skinned Ogress gave a little grunt as she pulled herself to her feet.

 

“Oh, that’s us!” said Ooka excitedly, as she gave the leash a little tug.

 

“I know that’s us! I remember our names,” mumbled Mikey, as he stood up.

 

“Come now, Mikey, you’re around other monsters – try to be a good boy and walk on all fours, okay?” Ooka said.

 

“Whatever,” Mikey said under his breath, but he bent back over and complied.

 

“The vet is waiting for you in the first door to your right,” said the receptionist, a goblin much shorter than her oversized microphone.

 

Ooka opened the door and walked inside. Waiting for them was another Ogress, this was with faded, yellow skin and a large grin. Her breasts that stretched the edges of her lab coat and she sported a big belly that flopped over her leather pants.

 

“Wow, what a handsome human you’ve got there,” she said. “I’m Flora, nice to meet you!” she added, leading down and shaking his hand.

 

“Wow, you’re huge! Bigger than Ooka!” Mikey exclaimed, wide eyed.

 

“Now, now, that’s not very polite,” said Flora, shaking a clawed finger in the air at him.

 

“Quite right! You know I’ve been working really hard to gain weight!” said Ooka indignantly.

 

“Oh, you know? I’ve got a tip for you! Have you tried taking a little nap right after dinner? That always helps slow down the ol’ metabolism…” Flora suggested.

 

“I would if Mikey wasn’t keeping me up all the time! He’s so hyper…” said Ooka.

 

“Well, humans can be a handful. Mine won’t even eat his meat raw! I have to heat it for him,” said Flora.

 

“Mikey here won’t even eat meat!” said Ooka. “That’s why he’s so skinny.”

 

“Hm…” said Flora, wrinkling up her wide nose as she studied him. “Based on the man bun hairstyle, I think this one might be what we humanologists call a ‘Hipster.”

 

“I am not a hipster!” said Mikey, stamping his foot a little.

 

“Hm, denial, fairly common,” said Flora, scribbling down some notes on his chart. “But anyway, the point is that a lot of these so called hipster humans also happen to be something called ‘Vegan.”

 

“Yes! I think I’ve heard that term before!” said Ooka.

 

“From me! Because I’ve told you I was a vegan every time you try to feed me meat!” Mikey shouted.

 

“Try giving him some tofu instead,” Flora suggested.

 

“Tofu?” Ooka asked.

 

“Flavorless little protein cubes. You can find it in most pet stores,” said Flora. Then, she leaned close to Ooka’s ear and whispered “You can probably slip in a few strips of bacon in with the tofu and he’ll never know.”

 

“Hm, alright…” said Ooka.

 

“Any other issues?” asked Flora.

 

“Well, yes, that’s why we’re here today. He’s been… very interested in self stimulation,” said Ooka euphemistically. “Which of course, I don’t mind exactly, but he’s messing up the furniture quite a bit.”

 

“Well, you know humans, they just can’t keep their hands off themselves. They really are slaves to their little urges,” said Flora with a laugh. “Did you try disciplining him?”

 

“Oh yeah, I tried the squirt bottle, that didn’t do anything. I figured that wasn’t enough water, so I tried making him take a bath with me, that only got him more excited,” said Ooka. Flora had to bite her lip to keep from laughing, she knew something like that would only make the problem worse.

 

“I even tried bringing you up,” Ooka said.

 

“Me?” Flora asked.

 

“I said, Mikey, if you don’t learn to be a good boy, I’ll go take you to the vet and get you fixed,” Ooka explained. “His eyes bulged out of his head and all the color drained from his face!”

 

“And?” Flora asked, having a feeling she knew what was coming next.

 

“Well, I thought that was that, but a few moments later, he was touching himself again! I don’t think I’ve ever seen him squirt so fast!” said Ooka.

 

“It’s… not uncommon for that kind of threat to backfire among humans,” explained Flora.

 

“It’s not?” Ooka asked.

 

“If you doubt me, look at the bulge in Mikey’s crotch! He can’t even listen to this conversation without getting aroused!” Flora asked.

 

Mikey blushed a little and bowed his head.

 

“That’s so interesting…” said Ooka.

 

“You see, I think all male humans had a subconscious need to be a good boy,” explained Flora. “That’s why, so often, they get excited about this little procedure.”

 

Flora put her hand on Mikey’s pants.

 

“May I?” she asked Ooka. Always the professional, she knew never to touch the genitals of a human without first getting permission from the owner. She gently slid Mikey’s pants off, then pulled down his underwear.

 

“What do you think, Mikey?” Flora asked, running her rough, warm hands across the side of his scrotum. “Ready to get neutered?”

 

A thin little dribble of pre-cum started to ooze from the tip of his cock, which Flora rubbed with her thumb, causing Mikey to get even harder.

 

“Yeah, he’s ready alright!” said Flora.

 

“If that’s what you think is best,” said Ooka. “I just want to make sure Mikey really is ok with it.”

 

“Ok with it?” Flora asked with a laugh. “Oh, honey, he’s probably been dreaming about it ever since he became your pet. But don’t worry, we wouldn’t operate without getting his consent first.”

 

“That seems fair,” Ooka agreed.

 

“So what do you think?” Flora asked Mikey, as she slowly started to pump his shaft. “Do you want to get your balls cut off?”

 

“Yes please,” Mikey whispered.

 

“Sorry, it’s got to be direct,” said Flora, squeezing a little harder. “I need you to say you want to be castrated. Do you?”

 

“I… I…” Mikey said, gasping as waves of pleasure crafted over him. He wanted to ask them to just do it without having to confess in such a humiliating way. He wanted to say a million things, but all he could do is just gasp with delight.

 

“If you don’t say it, you can just go home. No harm done,” said Flora, suddenly stopping her movements.

 

“No, no, I want it!” Mikey begged. He lowered his head, realizing he’d have to admit it good and proper, just like she wanted. “I… I want to be castrated. Please, castrate me, please!”

 

“That’s more like it!” said Flora, resuming her handjob with one hand. With the other, she gave his nuts a playful squeeze, then allowed a wayward pinky finger to penetrate the edge of his ass.

 

Mikey came immediately, squirting out gobs and gobs, as though his body knew this was it.

 

“Good, now we can get to work,” said Flora, picking up her scalpel, her eyes sparkling.

 

Ooka grabbed Mikey’s hand for support, as Flora got started on him.

 

“That took less time than usual. His balls were pretty small, and came off really easy,” said Flora. “Don’t worry, Mikey, you made the right decision,” she said, stroking his cheek. “I think all humans would be better off if they surrendered to their urges like you did today. And before you know it, you’ll forget you were ever anything other than a good little pet.”

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