"Ew! Jeffy slooged!" chortled Patrick.
"Yuck! Patrick, it's your pet, you clean up after it!" Jeff and Patrick's mother ordered from the bedroom doorway.
"Ma!" whined Patrick.
"Patrick, don't "Ma" me. You agreed to be responsible, if I'd let you have a pet. I don't know why you couldn't have picked a regular cat or dog from the pound, but Jeffy is your pet, and you're responsible for it. Maybe we should have it fixed?"
Jeff started to snore. Patrick smirked as he used a paper towel to clean up Jeff's copious mess of human cum.
"Yeah, maybe I should take Jeffy to the vet and get him fixed?" he said.
"I always thought you said, you were going to breed it, and make money off the puppies or whatever baby monsters are called," said Patrick's sister Petulia.
Patrick blinked, he didn't remember having a sister, but he did remember it. Maybe it was a side effect of getting rid of his brother. He'd have to check out the Chronivac. Still breeding Jeff might be a good idea. He finished cleaning up, and headed to the Chronivac to see what he could learn.
Jeffy started to hump the carpet. His bull balls were churning filling with chimerical cum, and his donkey dick was already hard. It wasn't long before precum was staining the carpet.