"Of course, it's your choice, Karl. He will be much better behaved, more trainable, and we're running a special on neuticals, you know silicone prothetic balls. Buy one get one free," Dylan prattled on, as hebwent through his initial examination of the squirmy pup.
When Dylan grabbed thebwand to scan the pup for an ID chip, Chad suddenly got still and raised his right forepaw. Usually, that was one of the last places he'd scan. Ping. Dylan's tablet lit up with the ID chip data.
The pups was tagged. Dylan recognized the ID, when he and Chad were toddlers, their parents who owned the veterinary clinic had both brothers chipped in their armpits. There had been a rash of child abductions, and one famous case at the time had made headlines because the state refused to return the child to his parents because they couldn't prove he was theirs. Chip technology was new back then. Most dogs didn't live 16 years, so Dylan was surprised that the chip still worked.
Could this dog really be Chad? Or was Chad using one of his classmates to prank Dylan. He continued the examination silently.
"A problem?" Karl asked, "and what's with at computer thingy is it like a Star Trek tricorder?"
"Oh, no. It's just he's more muscular than most pugs. This is a chip scanner. Before we can chip him for you, we need to make sure that he isn't already chipped. Do you have his papers?"
"Papers?"
"Well, he appears to be a purebred. AKC bred pups have lineage paperwork, registration numbers, etc. I need to enter it on Chad's chip."
"Oh, it was a gift. Uh, I'll get the papers, and you can chip him later."
"Well, I can schedule Chad for neutering tomorrow, and while he's sedated, we can chip him too."
Chad was no longer still. He was squirming in total panic. Dylan had scanned his chip. He knew he really was his brother. No way was he going to let his bro neuter him.
Dylan recognized Karl's name. His dad was the CEO of a high tech firm researching DNA and nanobots. If anyone could turn his annoying twin into a pug dog, Karl probably had access to the tech to do it. If he knew Chad, he probably had sufficient motive too.
Dylan's gloved hand grabbed his manhood or was it doghood? Oh, crap the sperm collection test. But he was upselling neutering? You didn't need to check sperm quality unless the pup was to be bred. Chad squirmed, until he blew his load into the sample jar. Dylan didn't relax his grip, he kept tugging. Not the volume test too.
"You're jerking off my dog?" Karl said in surprise and disgust.
"Well, if you do decide you want to breed him, we'll have sperm on ice. After he's neutered, no sperm," Dylan replied.
Most dogs this age usually generated about two or three loads. Chad produced 7 before his nuts were drained.
Now still gripping Chad tightly, Dylan put the samples in a fridge, and opened a drawer of neuticals. He selected a couple tiny ones.
"These should do nicely," holding them up to Chad's scrotum.
"Those look kind of small, don't you think?"
"Oh, they'll be proportional once his dick shrinks."
"His dick will shrink?"
"Once the hormones produced by his testes drop, his dick should stop growing, and maybe shrink a bit. Definitely go with these balls," Dylan said, "I'm done with the preliminary exam. What's say I give you a you a tour of the place, while we wait for the Veterinarian to complete Chad's exam. I'll just put Chad in one of the cages. He can get acquainted with the other dogs."
Dylan bent down, opened a cage on the floor, and treating Chad like a bowling ball rolled him into the sleeping big black dog in the corner of the cage. Dylan locked the cage, and guided Karl out of the room as Chad yelped, and the big dog woke with a back.
Karl couldn't see Chad with Dylan standing in front of him blocking his view. He did hear the yelp and bark.
"Will Chad be okay with that big dog, Dylan?" Karl asked.
"Of course, Brutus is the friendliest of dogs. We'll leave them to get better acquainted. Now let's see the surgery," Dylan said as he closed the heavy door on Chad's yelping pleas.
Brutus was friendly alright. Since Brad got the dog five or six years ago, it was always trying to hump Dylan's bro Chad. Never tried it with Brad or Dylan though. Got so bad that Chad refused to sun himself on a lounge chair by the pool because he'd wake every time with Brutus on top of him. Dylan secretly suspected Brad trained him to do that. Now Chad would only lounge on a pool float in the middle of the pool. Brutus wasn't a big fan of water.
If this really was Chad Brutus would finally have his shot with Chad. Dylan had activated the cage cameras, soon would be pulling up the video of the two dogs encounter.
Brutus sniffed the pug dog, and to Chad's horror Brutus unsheathed his bright red pointy penis.
"No, down boy! Don't even think about it, Brutus. Stay! Heel! No!" Chad yapped.
Brutus looked down at the yapping tiny dog, and pinned him with his huge front paw. He rotated Chad around, sniffed then licked Chad's bum, then slowly moved to mount the squirming small animal.
"No. I'm not a dog, I'm your master's brother Chad! Chad the human, not Chad the YEOW!"
Chad yowled as the bigger dog penetrated and knotted him