Cinnabar held the otter’s hand when the IV began to drip and after just a few moments its grip loosened as Lotus slipped into a deep torpor. Carefully placing the creature’s arm onto the operating table, the doberman took a moment to appreciate how different their bodies were. He could easily cradle the otter’s paw within his own, and he could still feel the lingering warmth of its fingers wrapping around three of his, unable to comfortably grasp much more than that. And yet, poking through holes in the surgical drapes was a package that dwarfed his own and breasts that would put his wife to shame. How delicious~

But there would be time for those thoughts later, he would very much make sure of that. For now, he let everything unnecessary melt away as he picked out a sterilized razor. Carefully trimming away thick mustelid fur from his patient’s groin and chest, he makes sure that there is plenty of bare skin before retrieving a skin-safe marker and starting to make dashed lines all round the three places he would be modifying. This part was more of an art than a science as he tried to take note of how its body curved and where the fur would be likely to blend together once everything healed. As always his goal was to make the seams as invisible as possible, and after a couple of attempts he was satisfied with his plan.

He felt a rush of pleasure as he snapped a scalpel blade onto the holder, taking a deep breath to calm himself before resolving to work on Lotus’ chest before its groin, knowing that it would be better to remain as focused for as long as possible. Gently hefting the right breast, he exposes the underside and begins to carefully slice the skin near its base, lifting the chunk of fatty tissue as he goes and giving it a satisfied squeeze before discarding it into a nearby tray. Quickly repeating the process on the other side, he checks that his work is even before taking a suture kit and starting to close the wounds. Applying a bit of glue to hold the edges of the skin together, he does a final check up top before focusing his attention between the otter’s legs.

This was always his favorite part and no matter how hard he tried, he could never push down all of his arousal. Hefting one of those heavy orbs for a moment, he felt the weight and warmth of the sperm contained within, and rumbled with pleasure. It was easy to cut around the otter’s sack, pulling it away to expose those two majestic orbs. They were gently twitching in time with Lotus’ heartbeat, and as he carefully cut both cords he couldn’t help but shudder with pleasure. There was just something special about making one of the most virile creatures he had ever seen into a sexless creature, all because they had asked him to. Perhaps it was out of a twisted sense of superiority, knowing that he just moved himself up one rung on the totem pole… Maybe he just enjoyed watching others’ bodies be modified by his capable paws… But most likely it was the simple and inexplicable joy of partaking in something taboo, taking pride in it, and relishing each moment.

Finishing up the operation, he turns his attention to the floppy slightly-erect cock just above where he had been working. Such a reaction wasn’t terribly uncommon, and part of him always hoped that some tiny part of his patients had been awake enough to enjoy the removals. This part takes a bit longer as he carefully trims away the erectile tissue and reroutes the otter’s urethra to a tucked-away spot between its legs, as requested. Ensuring that all of the darker, stretchier cockskin had been removed, he sutures up its flat new groin and applies glue there as well before starting to clean up and bandage the three sites.

Calling in a nurse to wheel Lotus off to a recovery suite, Cinnabar removes the dirtied surgical garments and slips into the bathroom for a moment, moving his paw into his pants as everything hits him at once! Barely able to get his cock pointed at the toilet bowl in time, his legs go weak as streams of puppy batter hit the water over and over, clouding it with streams of sticky sperm. Panting softly, it takes a minute more for him to regain his composure and clean up.

It had been a job well done, and Lotus had pre-emptively requested to come back after recovery to have its pictures be added to his album as a service to future creatures. He would quite enjoy that, even though nothing about the Before or After images stirred anything in him. It was always the juxtaposition of the two that made him flip through the pages late at night, privately admiring each and every successful operation.

Knocking on the hospital room door, Cinnabar dismisses the nurse inside and sits at the bedside, waiting for his patient to wake. He had to tell her the good news after all!