I am a veterinarian.

Now, I love treating animals, because they are often very calming. I fell in love with animals at a young age, because my parents often had many different pets. Dogs, cats, birds, fish, turtles, and even rats. Normally I would never dislike a session.

However, a new animal has appeared. I disliked treating them because of how unsanitary and disgusting they are. My practice dealt with Jissouseki for a while, because they were technically animals. Ever since a CERTAIN visit from that particular animal, they have been blacklisted from my practice.

One morning, an old woman had visited my office. In tow on her arm was a huge Jissou at least two feet tall, connected to a heavy leash on a pink collar that also had clip-on bows. This Jissou seemed of a wild variety, as if she adopted it off the streets. Its eyes were slightly dullened, as if it was not very intelligent. Its diaper exuded a foul smell, and its mouth was extra slackened, releasing copious amounts of drool and its hairy nostrils were dripping a yellowish mucus.

Each breath it took through its nose was like a snore, as if it was congested. Additionally, the foul beast made a loud gulping sound as it swallowed the catch from its sinuses. I was disgusted, but I could not let the old woman onto it, just like I did with the owner of the puppy with the visible worms hanging out of its anus. She smiled politely as she walked up to the counter, and from over it I could see the Jissou tugging on her skirt.

"Hungry, desu. Give food now, desu. Make happy, desu."

The Jissou said that in a surprisingly deep voice. The old woman took out a hard candy and handed it to her little pet, whom chewed it up without thinking about the plastic wrapper. It took a little more work, but the candy was successfully eaten and the shreds of plastic were swallowed as well.

"So, uh, how may I help you?" I had asked the kind old woman as the Jissou noisily demanded more.

"My baby here is having potty troubles. There is an awful lot of blood when she goes poopies." She replied softly, and reached down to rub the triangular ear of her pet. If a Jissou could purr like a cat, this one would.

"DeEEEeeeeeEEEEEeeeee…"

It said in an almost orgasmic way.

"I see, well, I will………examine your pet's colon and intestines." The thought looking into the Jissou-hole made me cringe

"Well, whatever is needed to make my baby all better." She offers me the leash, and I walk around the desk to tug on the leash in an attempt to bring the Jissou to the examination room.

"Come on, this way." I tell the ugly dumpling.

"Deeeeeeeee!" It didn't like the idea of a stranger in a clean smelling office and white coat taking her to a back room, because she was snarling at me like a dog. Most likely it had flashbacks of bad jissou gloves people torturing the Jissou that she used to know, and I did have latex gloves in my pocket.

"Don't be like that, baby. This is a nice man." The old lady rubbed its head once again, and it became elated just like that.

"Desu~!"

We went into the back room, and the old lady lifted up her Jissou onto the examination table. As the Jissou looked around curiously, I asked some important questions.

"Has your pet had any shots?" The jissou turned to look at me. I could see that it was feeling a little nervous, like it was keeping its eyes on me at all times so that I did not attack it.

"No, she has not. I would like to get her some vaccines too." She kept her hands on the Jissou at all times to keep it calm and under control.

"Okay, well we have some Jissouseki supplements. One that helps to prevent sinus infection, heart disease, worms.." I counted off the many problems that Jissou could have, and the many drugs that could help them. Most of them were derived from other animal based drugs, but worked just as well on Jissouseki.

The old woman nodded her head. "Those would be wonderful! I want my baby to be in the best of health."

As I wondered wether these drugs would really make that monster healthy, I took out many different needles, and bottles of clear fluid with neatly written labels and seals. Each syringe was filled and tapped, then squeezed to release the air bubbles. The Jissou stared at them as they squirted out some liquid into the sink. I then applied rubbing alcohol to the site of the injection.

"Please hold her still, this might make her panic."

I turned around and brandished the 3 inch needle. The Jissou turned blue and immediately attempted to leap off the table, except the old woman now had her thin arms around the Jissou.

"Miss Lady, help me, desu! DeeeEEEEE!!! Deee! Mister man kill me, DEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

It shrieked loudly as it squirmed in its own waste-filled diaper. With one hand I held the arm of the Jissou still, and with the other I thrust the needle into the pale flesh.

"DEGAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa….!?"

The initial pain wasn't that bad, and the Jissou seemed to calm down once the needle was withdrawn. She rubbed at the tiny wound, smearing a droplet of green blood. She looked at her master whom was still comforting her. She wasn't dead, so that stuff wasn't life threatening, she figured.

However, when a new needle was brought forth, it began all over again. The Jissou screeched and swiped at the needle, causing it to sink into her flabby paw.

"D-D-DEE! Stupid human make hurt, desu! Want go home, desu! Take home, desu!"

The Jissou turned to the old woman and started flailing her paws, striking her chest rather ineffectively and staining the white bloude with red and green dots.

Rather tired of this ridiculous show, I collected the rest of the needles and quickly injected them one after the other.

"JEGIIK! DEGA! DEGYA! DEGUUUHK!"

The Jissou began to wail loudly.

"Please don't be so rough. She's very sensitive."

This old crone was starting to get on my nerves. It was time to finish this.

"I'll begin an examination of your pet's bowels with a camera connected to the end of a snake."

"S-snake!?" She looked surprised, as if thinking it was a real snake.

"It's a nickname I gave to this." I picked up a nearby tube that had a clear plastic dome on the end. Inside was a lightbulb and camera that rotated like a turret with the push of a joystick. "It'll let us see inside your pet's bowels clearly."

"Oh, thank goodness!" She was a geniune old woman, oblivious to technological surroundings.

"Since Jissou are highly prone to panic, it'll be a good idea to give her some gas to make her sleepy." I rolled over a tank of gas, and handed the mask to the woman. "She trusts you, so make her put that on."

"Okay baby, put this on!" She put the mask over the nose and mouth of the still sobbing Jissou, and she suddenly looked curious of the strange face gear. The gas was turned on, and it was odorless. After a minute of exposure, the Jissou began to feel drowsy, and had started to yawn and become droopy-eyed. The old woman had helped the Jissou lay down on its side, and gradually fell asleep to her petting.

I needed something to kill!

With that problem out of the way, I started to remove the diaper. The smell was so bad I could not breathe. It felt like going 70 mph with your head out the window. The sheer power of the wind made you gag and suffocate! But instead, it was the fumes!

"Oh-oh god!" I quickly walked to the ventilation and hit the ventilation fan. The fans slowed to a stop and went in reserve, sucking out the noxious fumes. Before I exposed the highly expensive equipment to such an acidic environment, I cleaned up the specimen with paper towels and rubber gloves.

As the Jissou's crevasse became clearer and clearer, the Jissou's problem was revealed.

The dual-purpose hole of shitting and birthing was lined with what appeared to be stacked hemorrhoids and bags of infected pus. Something penetrated this Jissou multiple times and caused wounds. Feces then entered the wounds and created infected pus bags.

It was like the bubbles on pizza, but far worse…

"Wow.. Your pet needs surgery to remove these. If not taken care of, it might cause something much worse."

"When can you start the surgery?" the old woman asked in a concerned manner, as she petted her baby.

"Well we can discuss that after we take a look inside its bowels."

I threw away the old gloves and put on a new pair, and reached into a drawer for some vaseline. With a generous wad on my fingers, I spread it around the Jissou's hole. Once the outside was primed, I inserted my fingers to generously coat the inside. I could feel even more hemhorrhages. I pulled out my hand and the glove was coated in pus.

"Oh my!" The old woman remarked.

I threw away those gloves and washed my hands thoroughly. I couldn't scrub hard enough!

"Well, I don't think I'll be going to lunch today. Let's get this over with."

I turned on the television hooked up to the camera, and inserted it slowly. Thanks to the light bulb, we could see the dark pink walls and bulging sacks with thick veins. As the camera pushed past, occasionally a bag of pus would pop and blind the camera. A quick shake would enable us to see again, however. The camera stopped as it reached a large cavernous organ. At that time we could hear the Jissou stirring.

"Did the gas already wear off? It couldn't have!" I remarked as the Jissou sat up to look at us.

"..deee…..DE?!"

The Jissou could feel something inside her, and it must have triggered the protective reproductive response. As the left eye of the Jissou brightened into a red, the camera caught the wrinkly pink walls of the organ suddenly grow a hair-thin sack filled with light green fluid.

"What's happening?" Asked the old woman.

"I guess we're watching your Jissou give birth to children." I hit record on the VCR in case she wanted a copy.

We were unable to see the Jissou crystal with the low quality feed. By the time we would if we looked hard enough, tissue had began to form around them. Gradually these balls of flesh became larger and larger, and vaguely shaped into a normal grub. The eyes were bulbous and closed, and the tongue had already formed and was already sticking out of the A shaped mouth. Once the tiny buds of limbs had began protruding from the body, a shiny green substance seeped out of every pore, forming what we know to be the body stocking of the grub. As I turned the camera, I took note of differences.

Some of the grubs were naked or bald, due to genetic flaws. Others were missing eyes or had extra eyes. One of them had a mouth in the center of their chest, and red fluid could be seen flowing out of this mouth. It seems that this grub would die before it would be born due to an unfortunate mutation that caused total blood loss. Even as it continued to form, its face had gone a pale blue. I could have been already dead…

"How unfortunate, it looks like that baby won't survive." I mentioned off-handedly.

"Dee….dee….DE! Baby, desu….my baby, degaaaaa!!!!" The Jissou was watching the video feed as well. It was terrified for its child, knowing that it would die. But it was the fault of nature and no one in particular.

"Can you help it?" the old woman asked.

"No, Jissou are too delicate to recover from serious injury like that. Plus to stop the bleeding I'd have to seal up the mouth which would make it starve."

We went back to watching. At this time the green material had hardened and detached from the skin, and the hair had sprouted. As the larvae continued to develop body fat, the eyes became gradually less sunken, and the cheeks fattened considerably.

I turned the camera and saw a row of children already in the thumb child state. They also had panties and bib, as well as their dress. As they floated in the embryonic fluid, we could see their green slippers tightly snug onto their hoofs.

A few moments later, they began to move. It did not seem like a conscious action, more like a dog that moved its legs while it slept, as it dreamed about chasing a cat. As their limbs faintly kicked and flailed, they 'swam' around the pods, abbraising the walls to collect a thick green ooze that seeped out. It seemed to be some kind of protective covering. This kicking had weakened the walls of the pods considerably, and they had split open and spilled their contents. The bladder and bowels emptied as well, and the camera as submerged in multi-colored fluid. One of the babies had been at the forefront, and its fragile head popped as it impacted with the camera's dome.

"Ah, shit!"

I slowly withdrew the camera, while at the same time reaching over for a waste pan usually used to collect pet feces that are released when they're sedated. All of the infants poured into the pan as the mother grunted and heaved. It sounded akin to someone that had just gotten an enema. Sploosh sploosh plop splash sploosh ploosh.

The smell was awful, and I set the pan next to the mother whom immediately began to clean off her babies.

"I'm guessing you'll want to take these babies home, don't you?"

As all of the birthing fluid was cleaned off of a maggot, it opened its eyes brightly and barked to no one in particular.

"Refu!"

"Actually, I will just keep my baby. Please take these infants and find them good homes." The old woman said as her pet Jissou looked at her in shock, her face paling.

"Miss lady no my babies, desu? My babies, desu! Must take, desu! Live with, desu!"

"I can't afford to take care of your babies too. I'm sorry sweetie." She said, and got her baby a new diaper from her purse.

I shrugged and picked up the pan as well as the maggot that the mother was holding. I put it back into the pan with its still slumbering sisters. Nonchalantly I put each child under the blast of cold water from the faucet. Each one would try to inhale and shriek, but would get a gulp of water instead. They came out shivering and coughing, and I set them into an empty cotton ball jar.

They milled about, chattering their refu and rechi over and over. One of them has immediately asserted itself as the pully, and weakly slapped a maggot. The dead maggot that exploded earlier was already gone, eaten by it's siblings near instantly.

"I'll see what I can do. Please come back next week for the surgery to remove the hemorrhages. Here's a prescription for the apparent infections. I'll give you a tape of the pregnancy if you want."

I signed some papers. The Jissou spent the last five minutes desperately trying to reach her children that were in the glass jar on the counter, going as far as opening the drawers and trying to use them as stairs. I stopped her before she could, and sent her on her way with her owner. I sighed heavily and put the snake into the bin for tools that needed disinfecting.

I'd get rid of those babies, but they weren't going to go to homes!