Jo smiled as he looked out the window, seeing the sun rise. Today was the day he'd retire, for good.
Close to his 40th birthday, it was time for him to undergo the transformative ritual society had excepted for him. As he got ready for his big day, he checked his apartment - everything had been arranged weeks in advance, his life's savings spent on cocaine and booze, a gun lying prominently on his couch table. The big bear was naked and already sporting an erection the moment he got out of bed, the thought of permanent retirement leaving him extremely horny. 

It wasn't long until he heard a knock on the door, swiftly looking at the clock in the hallway. "That early, huh? Guess he's eager to retire too" he thought to himself, his hard four-foot erection dripping pre as he opened the door. 
A big grin crossed Jo's face as he saw his friend Ben in his full glory. The border collie hadn't bothered to get dressed for the occasion either, standing naked and exposed in the hallway. His family's particular strain of mutation had caused him to be born with four arms, his body toned and muscular, with a fairly large dick even by this place's standards, five feet of knotted red dogmeat standing out in front of his large pecs and pregnant abdomen. He leaned over to kiss his bear lover on the nose and flashed a big grin. "Hello, sweetie. May I come in?"

Jo laughed. "Of course! Looks like you're pretty eager. I've got your coke ready." He smiled and led Ben to the kitchen, pouring a glass of vodka for each of them. "So, did you bring what I asked you for?" he spoke, chugging the vodka in one go, rubbing Ben's massive dick with his other big bear paw.

"Of course," said Ben, putting a satchel onto the kitchen counter and pulling out a large sheathed knife with a serrated blade. "Did you bring what I asked you for?" he said with a smug grin, reciprocally stroking the bear's massive member.

"Sure did," Jo said while suppressing a moan, licking his lips as he saw the big knife. "Gun's on the couch table." He cleared his throat as he blushed a little, the vodka giving him a warm, fuzzy feeling. "Guess we're gonna do a few lines and fuck each other silly first, huh."

Ben grinned, pulling his ursine friend close and grinding his massive dog member against the bear's. "Anything for you, man. You know that."

Indeed it didn't take long until they were both fucking each other silly on every horizontal surface in the apartment, Ben and Jo taking turns at each other's ass, snorting lines of coke and pouring frivolous amounts of alcohol down their throat. With their rapidly developing pregnancies, it wasn't long until both were sporting a rather large and bloated abdomen each. By early afternoon they had turned the apartment into a mess, and as the sun began to set, they were both oozing cum, their heavy balls aching from the fucking they did.

"It's time, man" said Jo with a slurred voice, and Ben grinned right back at him. "Yeah. Let's get it started."
Ben rubbed the remaining cocaine onto his dick and Jo took a final sip from a bottle of vintage cognac, then both stumbled and nearly fell onto each other, heavily lying in front of the apartment's by now quite cum-stained couch. Ben fumbled with the knife and pulled it out of its sheath, then grinned at Jo. Without saying another word, he pushed the knife against the bear's erection, blood spraying as the collie began to sever the ursine dick, Jo groaning out, then screeching outright in delirious pain, despite being so heavily drugged, 

Ben moaned out in bliss and shot thick loads of cum as Jo's cock became detached, the thick bear member dropping onto the floor with a shower of blood. He picked it up and took a bite out of it, swallowing the flesh, then used his knife to cut out a part and offer it to Jo. The bear choked in pain and tried to eat his own dick, but ultimately Ben had to force feed it to him, pushing the flesh into the bear's maw, snapping his muzzle shut until his friend swallowed. Jo gagged and coughed, then looked at Ben with tear-filled eyes. "Man... that was good. But I don't have much time left... finish my retirement. I beg you."

The collie took another bite out of the bear's dick then tossed it aside, then took his knife and held it in his paws, a big smile across his face. "Anything for you.. forever." He jabbed the blade deeply into Jo's pregnant gut and started pulling downwards.

Jo let out a throaty, deep scream as he felt the blade penetrate his skin and fat layer, the serrated blade cutting through the wall of his overstretched womb as Ben started to pull the blade downward. The bear's paws curled from the pain of his pregnancy and the agony of the fatal c-section, his ballsac twitching as more cum spurted from the hole where his dick once stood.

Jo's eyes welled up as they met the collie's gaze for a moment, the knife by now two thirds down the bear's belly, leaving a gaping wound. This was working way better than he had anticipated - were it not for his helpful friend, he may have used a suicide cell or poisoned himself to retire, but this form of retirement was so much better than anything he could have done to himself. The bear's breathing already became rattling as he felt his guts spill out, his intestine pouring over Ben's bloodied paw, together with the contents of his womb - the collie's own pups that were bred into him just hours ago. 

As he felt the light-headedness of continuous blood loss set in, he reached out for one of the dog's free paws and squeezed as firmly as he could, breathing in heavily and muttering the words, "Love.... you..."

Ben withdrew the large kitchen knife from Jo's torso and smiled at his lover holding hands with him, taking the gun into one of his other hands. "I love you too, man. Hold on just a little longer please, dear." He shuddered and moaned as waves of labor hit him, his anus dripping a mixture of translucent slime and blood, his prolapse slowly pushing out and revealing his first baby's head. "Ahhhh..." the collie winced as he put the gun's barrel deep into his throat, looking at his own lover in his death throes, the bear about to expire from the wound inflicted upon him. Ben's dick pulsed as another wave of contractions hit him, his own young pushing insistingly against his sphincter - then he pulled the trigger, a jolt of explosive pain hiting him for a split second before he was no more, just as his ursine lover closed his eyes with a deep, throaty sigh, expiring as well.

*

Tenaro tapped away on his data pad, checking for the next appointment - a grizzly bear, 4th floor, due to be retired three days ago.
The coyote reached into his shoulder bag and put on his Retirement Agency cap and service gun, strapping the holster around the base of his cock, just below the knot, securing the belt. As he scaled the stairs, otherwise stark naked, his big pole bounced in front of his chest, rubbing against the flabby skin. 

He liked working for the city government. It paid well and the job was meaningful, as population control was a good way to help the environent. He also couldn't help but take a liking to aid some of the more reluctant customers with their retirement.

Upon reaching the fourth floor landing, he immediately noticed the smell of decomposing meat, his cock stiffening a little more than what was usual. A smile crossed his face and he patted the gun on the base of his dick, thinking to himself, "That's going to be an easy one." He took his government-issue master key out of the pouch and inserted it into the door lock, pressing the confirmation button on his data pad as he opened the door - and got hit by a waft of intense smell that made him squirt a thick glob of pre. This was definitely going to be easy.

The coyote stepped into the darkened apartment, following the stench that came from the living room, the lights coming on with a flicker. A smile crossed his face as he observed the carnage.

Jo lay in a pool of his own blood, his overstretched womb gaping, entrails poured out of the huge cut that Ben had administered to him. The remains of his half-eaten dick lay next to his corpse, his babies strewn across the room. Some seemed to have crawled quite a distance with their umbilicals still attached before their eventual death.

Ben was slumped against his lover's enormous side, half of his face missing, his upper left hand still clutching the gun. He had died mid-birth, his decomposing body crawling with maggots, the first cub of his litter stuck in an almost comical fashion in his dead parent's anus, having got as far as the shoulders.

Tenaro stood and unbuckled his gun, putting it back into the holster. There was nobody alive here for him to deal with. As soon as he had his cock free, the coyote started masturbating furiously, inhaling the strong musk of the dead pair and their children. With his free hand, he tapped away on the data pad. Jonathan de Bruin, retired. Benjamin Wellington, retired - sixteen days premature. Offspring, none. Remains to be incinerated.

He ticked the check box that marked the apartment as approved for cleanup, then put his data pad on the coffee table next to the couch and jerked furiously with both hands, soon spraying his cum over the two dead men and their kids. Tenaro liked the way they went, licking his lips as his eyes went over the massive ursine body swarming with flies, the coyote aiming at the dead bear's face as he paid his respect.

Once he had spilled his load, he packed up, taking off his hat and stashing everything away into his bag, walking out of the apartment like an ordinary civilian coyote. Everything else would be dealt with by other departments, his job here was done. A job he liked.