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The orange canine is stretched along the makeshift surgical table in the garage of your home. You snap the latex gloves on, now fully geared up for the most nerve wracking event you’ve had since escaping Playtime Co.
This is it. The day you (fingers crossed) help Dogday walk again. The day you restore his autonomy instead of him coping with a bandaged up torso and a wheelchair.
It wasn’t guaranteed it would work though, and you are painfully aware of this. It's possible that the new limbs wouldn’t assimilate with his body, or that they would be rejected outright by his immune system so much so that Dogday’s life might be endangered. But you had to try.
The living toy had no qualms with the possibility of failure, opposing your fear. He has reassured you plenty of times before this day that he wouldn’t be disappointed if, after the surgery, he still couldn’t walk. All that mattered to him was that you would try your best. So, for your lover’s sake, you would squash your self doubt, and do this.
“Ok, Dogday. I’m going to unbandage you, then inject an anaesthetic into the wound, ok?”
“Ok, Angel.” As you begin to unravel the ref-stained bandage, he watches your face, how it furrowes in concentration. “Thank you, for going through all this trouble for me, it means a lot. You’re very brave, Angel.”
“Thank you Puppy, I need the encouragement right now.” You smile gently at him as the last of the bandage is removed, putting the gory severance of his lower torso on display. It always takes you aback at how pink the exposed flesh is, how none of it ever seemed to darken or change hue. It had stayed healthy through the most filthy conditions, and that is a miracle beyond your comprehension. You would use it to your advantage.
You retrieve the syringe with the prepared anaesthetic, pressing the plunger to eliminate any air bubbles. “The anaesthetic will numb your lower body but it won’t put you to sleep, I know you want to watch the surgery happen. Are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Apart from the quick glance at the needle in your hold, he seems pretty at ease given the situation. With a gloved hand, you lift up the fold of flesh, facing the endothelial side upwards. Shoving down the hesitation, you push the needle in, slowly releasing the numbing chemical into his body. Withdrawing the syringe, you gently pat the fur on his stomach, wanting to offer some affection for your patient.
“How do you feel?”
“It definitely feels a bit numb already, Angel. Strong stuff you’ve got there.”
You hum in agreement. It seems those Youtube videos did pay off after all. You had also used the power of the internet to manufacture all of Dogday’s appendages and accessory organs, and learn some basic surgical skills over the course of a couple months. All you had to do was attach them.
When a minute has passed, you pinch the exposed flesh, only hard enough to feel pressure. “Can you feel anything when I do this?”
“Um, no. I can only feel a small amount of force, in a dull sense which feels far away. That’s the only way I can think of describing it, Angel.”
Good, it has taken effect. “Perfect, we’re ready to get started.” Turning your back for a moment, you open one of the largest cases containing a leg and set the limb on the surgical table. You see how the canine’s eyes widen at the sight of it, then look up at your face in wonder.
“Angel, it looks amazing! The colour, everything about it is just like how my legs were.”
“Ah, thank you, Dogday. I still have to attach them, so don’t get too excited just yet.” You scratch one of his ears, and his beam of happiness both endears you and makes your fear of failure double in size.
You get to work, lining up the legs and getting the first few stitches in. You watch his expression carefully to make sure he doesn’t feel any pain, and when he remains relaxed, you continue. All you had to do was ensure that the leg was in the right place, and the body should fuse with it. That’s what the documents you had found in one medical room back at the factory had said anyway.
Making small talk during the tedious stitching, you manage to complete one leg, then the other. The next part would be…
Your face turns red as you retrieve a smaller case, containing what you and Dogday had fussed over the design of several times. Now that you has to actually attach it and insert a makeshift reproductive system, you were a bit shy to actually see it.
“Is that what I think it is?” He doesn’t do a good job at hiding his enthusiasm for this organ in particular, and you have to hold back a laugh because of it.
“Um, yeah. You better be happy with it, I already changed the size so many times for you!” He laughs at your indignation, cocking up an eyebrow as you huff dramatically.
“Hey now, don’t act like it’s just for me. You’re the one who gets to enjoy it when I’m recovered. Right, Angel?”
You splutter, not expecting that kind of comeback from the guy currently under surgery. “Wha- Oh my god, do you want this attached or not?”
“Yes please, Angel.”
“That’s what I thought.” You smirk, letting go of the embarrassment to open the case. In your periphery, you notice Dogday leaning up slightly to get a peek of his new organ.
“Before we can attach it, we have to put in your reproductive system, glands and all.” You explain to the canine. It would only really be the prostate and urethra for him, making a fully functional male reproductive system was in the realm of impossibility for you. What you had managed to make would hopefully be sufficient.
It takes a quarter of a day to finish the excruciatingly long process, so long that Dogday had even fallen asleep in the last few hours. You had changed your gloves several times, gone through metres of stitching, but you can finally say that you’re done.
After throwing a towel over his lower half, you shake his shoulders gently, speaking softly. “Wake up, Puppy. I’m done now, the surgery is finished.”
He blinks open his eyes tiredly, smiling sleepily at you. “How did it go, Angel?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out. Puppy, how are you feeling?”
The furry man sits up slowly, gasping silently at the pair of legs laying in front of him, already enamoured just from the sight of them attached. He tenses for a moment, and a little twitch comes from one limb. He gasps again, aloud this time, when he registers the slight movement of his new tail as well.
It’s working! You’re ecstatic as you witness your partner take in all of the new features, overjoyed at the apparent success of this gruelling journey, and you can tell by the wide grin on your lover’s face that it was all worth it.
When Dogday lifts the towel maintaining his decency to look down at your other work, you can’t help but laugh out at the way his jaw drops.
“Are- are you finding everything ok, Dogday?”
His gaze shifts to yours, and the happiness shining in them is so beautiful to you that you fall in love with him all over again.
“Y/N, Angel… This is one of the best days of my life! You did an incredible job.”
“Oh, hush you, you’re making me blush!” You giggle as you come up to his side, patting the side of his face affectionately. “Wait, what was the very best day of your life then?”
His smile only seems to get bigger at your question. “Seeing you for the first time, my pretty Angel.” He nuzzles you, and his tail gives a few sporadic thumps. “Thank you so much for this, Y/N. You really are a miracle worker, sweetie.”
You giggle, placing a kiss on his nose, then his cheek. “Of course, Puppy. I would do anything for you.”
“Believe me, you have shown that to me more than enough times, Angel. I would do anything for you too.”
A teasing tone takes over your voice as you move to whisper in his ear. “Anything I say?”
Two hands land on your waist and you shriek as you are suddenly lifted up from the floor onto the canine’s lap. Realising this, you curl into a fit of laughter, and he responds when your laughing has passed.
“Anything, Angel.” He’s looking at you warmly, but the sparkle of lust in his eyes isn’t beneath your notice.
“Well, in that case Puppy, I would like you to kiss me, please.” Your blush deepens as you feel his hands move up your back to bring you closer to him.
“I can do that.” A shiver of excitement runs through you as he says that, his lips meeting yours a moment later.