Good Boy
Story by Charn

You know what the best thing about the fall is? All the leaves fall off the trees. They make crunchy sounds, they hide all sorts of treats, and they let the sunshine in. Rolf had heard crunching sounds, and gone sniffing at a big pile of them. Hidden under that big pile of leaves, he found a delicious bowl full of crunchy bacon flavored treats! How had nobody else found these earlier? Because of the leaves! And now, belly full of wonderful food, Rolf decided to take a nap. After all, it was the middle of the afternoon, and the sun beating down through the naked branches was pleasantly warm for a mid november day!

The longer he laid down, basking in the sun, the more lazy and lethargic he felt, and he barely mustered a growly wag of his tail when the big gray van rolled up nearby.

	“This the menace?” said one of the otters, an older, pleasantly plump, yellow furred lady with a sharp cap and sharper eyes. She held, of all things, a riding crop in her hand, lightly tapping it against her other hand. 

	The other otteress examined her clipboard, rattling off a list of some sort. “Large dog, reported missing back in September, gray with black markings...” they both squinted at the huge wolf that lay down before them. He wanted to jump up and snap! Kind of! But oni the other hand, he was really quite relaxed... maybe after a cloud passed in front of the sun.

	“This one’s black with brown markings,” said the older otteress, seemingly crossed. “Do we have the wrong one or what? I’m getting sick of feeding the wildlife.”

	The young one fidgeted, flipping her paper over, then pulling it back. She peered, hard, at the wolf, her eyes moving from Rolf’s own, down his belly. What was she staring at. She glanced back at her paper.

	“Oh! Ha, my bad, Suzy, that was the markings of ... the... other dog. Yeah, um, this is it. This is the right one.” She cleared her throat, and even a lazy wolf could tell she was fibbing. “Yup says right here, male dog, black fur, and, um...” she squinted at him again, then ruffled her papers. “Tan markings, yup. That’s him. The owner said he smelled the neighbor’s bitch in heat and ran off, so we’re authorized to curb his wandering instincts.”

	“Is that so.” Suzy smirked, slapping her wrist with the riding crop again. “Well he ate all of the food, the greedy bastard, so I imagine he’ll be nice and docile for us. Go get the kit.”

	Rolf’s mind was -almost- racing. Admittedly, it felt more like a chubby rat trying to swim laps more than a sprinter, but he could tell something was up. What were they talking about? Dog? He was a wolf! A proud wolf! an alpha! Well almost an alpha, as soon as he got back with the pack. It had been stupid to try and mate the beta, but she had been presenting for him! At the time, it had seemed worth it! Even if he didn’t Quite get finished before the alpha slammed into him and banished him from the pack! Rolf was sure that Grrgrr would change his mind, he just needed to cool off a bit.

	What’s this? The otteresses were setting down a black bag next to him. Ahh, screw that! He leapt to his feet, ready to dash! Well he tried to, but really all he did was stretch his back-legs out, as if he was waking up from a nap. How embarrassing!

	“Oooh, that’s a good boy, don’t worry, we’ll get you home to your owners lickety split!” said the younger one, bravely reaching in to scrub his cheeks and behind his ears! She was lucky to keep her fingers, Rolf told himself, if only he had the energy to bite at her!

	The older otteress was much more perfunctory, grabbing one stretching hind leg anad lifting it up in the air, pulling it over and baring the wolf’s goods to her. “Well, I can see why he ran after her.” She laughed, and Rolf could feel cool, latex gloved fingers dipping under his heavy baubles and lifting them up. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, in it’s own, and the overwhelming insult of being handled as such didn’t flare quite as highly as it normally would have. “Check these beauts out, poor boy must have been locked away for a couple weeks for them to get this bad! Don’t you worry, though, we’ll help you out!”

	“That’s right,” said the coddling ottress, pushing fingers against his neck, checking his eyes, and otherwise keeping him rolled onto his back. Fingers cupped under his chin, lifting his head so that he could only stare up into her generous, friendly eyes. “We’re gonna make you Alll better so you don’t have to run away no more.”

	Not have to run away? Rolf doubted she understood that he didn’t run away, he was just... taking a vacation! Until it was safe to come back! And what was that on his balls? He could feel a wet, cool sensation, being slathered around his private parts, those fingers gripping and shifting and releasing to grip and shift again. He tried to look down, but those fingers kept his head gripped, those smiling warm brown eyes keeping his locked. 

	“Do you think he has any idea that we’re about to neuter him?” she said, eyes twinkling as she watched his response. Neuter him? Wait, where had he heard that term before? The wolf pawed weakly at the air, as if peddling a bicycle, as Suzy pulled something heavy sounding from the kit, leather rustling as the tool slid against it’s inner walls. What was it? He wished he could see!

	“Probably not, they never seem to.” Suzy sniffed disdainfully. “How long has he been escaped? He smells like a wild animal.”
	He WAS a wild animal, and tried to growl out just how wild he was to this presumptuous bitch, but fingers brushed against his cheek instead. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll clean up juuuust fine. Poor boy, he just got lost, trying to get off.” Her eyes flickered down, to where he couldn’t see. “What is that you’re using, I thought we had a burdizzo?”

	“Eh, it’s a new device, that new tiger council member basically forced it on us. I’m not sure How it works, he said you just turn it on and let it go to town.” There was a click, the click of a button being pressed, and then a whirring sound. Rolf had heard a sound like that before, when he had been rummaging in a trash can and had seen a fox lady pushing this... thing... around on the floor inside her house. It had been a very chaotic, rushing, windy sound, and Rolf hadn’t liked it at all. He didn’t like it now, either, as he felt cool plastic press against either inner thigh, and a thump-thunk sound as rushing air literally slurped his balls right up away from his groin. His back legs twitched as his proud pouch was drawn tight, with a dull ache arching up into his belly. He whined.

	“Oh, don’t worry, puppy, it’s okay, it’s not going to hurt you. It’s just going to take those big mean balls away, so you can be a gooooood boy.”

	Take his balls away! But he needed those! Didn’t she understand the intricate complex nature of a wolf’s psyche, or the interplay of social interactio-YIPE!

	Something had clamped down on his balls, waaaay up high, right where the plastic was pushing against his thighs. It didn’t hurt, but he could definitely feel the pressure, like a collar that was too tight... not that he had ever had a collar on, mind you. Well, there was that one time with that kinky camper mare, but he had been just a whelp then! The collar, if that’s what it was, grew tighter and tighter, making the skin pull around his balls, making them ache more than they had been already.

	“Oh, I can see what it’s doing through the little nozzle. Some sort of bander, then? Well that’s a lot cleaner than a guillotine, at least.” Suzy chortled. “Ah, what’s this? It looks like some sort of automatic laser scalper. Where the hell did the town get the money for a laser scalpel?”

	“I dunno, that new guy has some weird priorities. Wow, it’s just slicing right through that pouch like soft butter!” She tickled behind his ears, as she talked, watching intently. Even though he was drugged, Rolf couuld smell her... interest... in what was happening. “Wow, just like that!” She glanced down, grinning widely. “You just got neutered! What a good boy, too, staying so still! I’ll have to make sure you get a treat when we get back to the station!”

	He could really only whimper. 

	His ordeal wasn’t over, yet, though. Suzy put the tool away - neither she nor Cindy could figure out what exactly had happened to that pilfered pouch, but it really wasn’t their job to find out, was it? and they helped the wobble-legged wolf into the back of their van. 
He instinctively went down to lick at his crotch, as it burned and tingled uncomfortably, and his tongue was as shocked as the rest of him to find that not nearly as much was hanging there as he was used to. They had stolen his balls! 

	It got worse back at the station, when a distraught dog owner showed up to claim her beloved poodle and instead was faced with a giant, angry, neutered wolf! She left in a cavalcade of curses at the animal control people, and Suzy and Cindy just shrugged. Cindy was looking in to the cage where he was crouched, growling at the girls who had unmaled him.

	“Cindy,” suzy scolded, “That’s the thiiiird wolf this month that you’ve accidentally neutered.” She tsk-tsked. “You really need to start thinking with your brain, and not just your...”

	Cindy giggled. “What? I can’t help it, he was just soooo cute, laying there in the sun. It was like he wanted to be neutered! and if nobody comes to claim him in a couple days, well, he’ll just have to come home with me, won’t he?”

	Suzy scowled, looking at the angry wolf. “I don’t think he’ll come willingly.”

	Cindy just smiled, that strange twinkle in her eyes. “I guess I have three days to find a way to convince him, then.”

	Epilogue:

	Councilman Charn scribbled and chewed on his pencil, working on a final bit of legislation about restrictions of citizens being able to sue the county for punitive damages incurred in the normal course of county work. It was really a required bit of law, ever since all those, ahh, accidents had been happening at the jail and such. It really wasn’t -his- fault that all those strippers that got arrested in the raid had had certain contraband... confiscated. And it was really a shame that those heavy pouches and g-string wrapped sheaths had somehow gotten lost on the way to the evidence locker! Still, everyone agreed that the town was doing much better, crime was low, rapes were nearly nonexistent, and if the occasional handsome stallion or roguish lion or passing football team were to be, ahh, clipped, in order to preserve the town’s peace, well, that seemed to be okay by Charn!

	A thump to his right got his attention. It was an old bank mail tube, just arrived. He grinned, opening it up, and out tumbled a handle black parcel, with a brownish tint. Excellent! his new animal control gadget was working perfectly! And just in time for dinner!