Epilogue Part 1: Marla Spays Her New Gook

Sparkle whined weakly because of the bright light in her eyes. It had been a few months since coming to her Owner's home, but this was the first time being taken to the man in the white lab coat.

Sparkle didn't much like the man in the Man White Lab Coat, but her Owner said it was okay. Sparkle trusted her Owner. So she hadn't even growled as he'd strapped her into the secure metal stirrups. and began to examine her. Her Owner and the man were talking about something, but Sparkle struggled to pay attention.

"This one done like the others?" The Man asked.

"Yes." Her Owner looked down at her. Sparkle sighed to herself. "In truth, this one prefers pussy to the point it might not even be needed. But, she's such a needy thing. Best not risk it. Spay her."

Sparkle tried to make out that word. Spay. She used words less and less nowadays. Words were seldom directed at her. She sometimes tried to think about the words she had used a lot before...before the things happened. But, it always seemed to slip away from her.

Spay? What was-

A vague memory came back to Sparkle. Her Owner talking about what she does with gooks. Removing their wombs so they can't breed. Control over their bodies and hormones.

Sparkle paled. She was going to get spayed?

Yet, the thought did not truly rouse Sparkle or make her struggle against the stirrups. Her Owner was smiling at her. That meant that Sparkle being spayed would make her happy. And Sparkle wanted to make her happy. There was no worry about her safety. Sparkle trusted her Owner.

Then, the procedure started.

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