I.

I don't have a real excuse for why I haven't written anything in so long.

It's fucked.

But not as fucked as this really really really really reallyreallyreally SWELL, CONSTIPATED TRIBUTE TO HORRIFYING FANFIC WRITER KNOWN AS TRAVIS 2016! ENJOY, YOU SICK GAYS AND FUCKS AND LOLI-GAGGING CUCKS ! ! ! /^_^* /^_^* /^_^* ! ! !

At age 35, Alfred Alfer needs his genitals removed. That is common for anthropomorphic animals. He will also lose his penis. Not just his balls, scrotum and his prostate. His penis is removed last, so they can reroute his urethra so he can sit to pee. He is at the hospital, stripped naked, and he is not having this shit. Screaming, he thrusts his hateful, instantly erect, pus-filled, shit encrusted, pulsating, red doggy dick into the frontal brains of the creepy middle-aged nullo disgusting dogfuck that was responsible for castrating Alfred and turning his magnificent, Alfer-quality genitalia into a sad little agendered hole of despair and canine urination, nice and smooth as a pedophile's bathroom domination fetish. Alfred relishes in fervor in the ritualistic mutilation and man(animal?)slaughter his hyperweapon was causing, making sure his legs were straddling the doctor, and began fucking the all too deserving sicko fifty ways to sunday. He went at it tentatively at first, as if he was sliding in and out of a particularly juicy watermelon that kept whining about castrations while pissing itself.

"We all go through it. Mine have been gone for 14 years. So yes like him I have no penis. After all, you no longer have a penis. And you must sit to pee for now onnnn aaaaa, Buster I start with your prostate aaaaaaaahhaahhh," the doctor drones like an emaciated otter of melancholic dementia and breast cancer awareness, each thrust is making forced entry into the frontal lobe, making him, uh, not smart anymore. "After your penis is off I will gas you. But first I must tell you what I penis. After your peeeee-offfffuuhh you must sit to peeee, eeeehhh I remember hiiiim he was very - vaginaa - to lose his genitals. After your penis is gas, Busteeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrr must sit to penis for 14 years-"

"SHUT UP!" Alfred yells as he punches the stupid dogfuck middle aged male faggot man that had his genitalia removed at age 35 because anthropomorphic animals. He punched him right in the head, again and again, screeching like an emu of hatred trying to explain Mongolian statutory rape laws to a 14 year old pedophile of nihilistic 48 DD cup latina breasts. Little did Alfred realize, in his fit of rage that this would cause the top of the nullo doctor's cranium to become slightly unhinged and give his vengeful 8 inches fat the leverage and identity-disassociation his threatened genitalia and warped inner desires needed to UNLEASH THE FUCKING FURY! Fucking this fucking fuck feels so much better than any dead ass fool Alfred has yiffed and been yiffed by (in varying degrees of consent). What a piece of shit! His hellbound brainrape of ages was an earth-shattering sensation to poor lunatic fringe Alfie, eroding his very sense of morality. He wondered for a moment if this was even happening right now. What if he had finally disassociated to the point where he could not escape this nightmare? Pickles, his dominant dictator persona, has pulled wool over his eyes before, though his fantasies, violent and demeaning as they are, were never quite like this. Things were never quite this... silly. Well, silly doesn't quite fit, but then, what else could be making forced entry? He felt like Hitler and Stalin slipped reverse date rape drugs into his brain earlier this morning, and now he is a slave to the domination of GOD. He now fucks not what he craves and understands, but fucks what he does not desire, he is a hellfucker suffering from Thanatos's driving delusions and wherever he goes in this sad fucking world, he must also fuck, for he truly is FUCKED. FUCKED. FUCKED.

Suddenly, the nullo shitdoctor started to spout surgical inanity like never before, speaking faster and louder until he was foaming at the mouth, eventually retching gobs of it screaming, sounding more and more like a retarded robot turkey on helium, asbestos and meth. Alfred was too distracted to do much about it, for his doggy dick has knotted and is therefore close to ejaculation, which only made the hole in his head bigger, about five times the size of the doctor's nullo hole. In misogynistic hetero manbaby porn addict terms, it was the equivalent of Hitomi Tanaka and Milena Velba's lovechild receiving both a double mastectomy and Ebola in the same operation, said operation being endorsed and funded by the Family Research Council, and the lead surgeon happening to be Denise Milani dressed as Wonder Woman. "Wear these panties, after all, I even remove your clitoris. Let's take off your clothes, nice and smooth as Francine, and penis here you go, no genitals, that I am, remove them Sue Ellen from you. Bud, let's castrate to pee, yep they penis off easily. Jarred preserved genitals must sit to pee for now, penis your Buster first time to remove his genitals, start with your prostate and end with your new pee penis hole is by your butt, you have no penis attached to you, as well as removing female penises, and you're very welcome so your genitals won't fall off because you regenerated the penis so we made it nice and smooth so they won't fall off, killing you. Because you no longer have female vaginas, yep they will be floating in a jar, bring in Alfred so I can remove her PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE!"

Alfred grips tightly onto the nullo doctor and arches back, moaning like a neurotypical panda of cocaine and condolences as he pushes through one deep, final thrust. He has finally ejaculated a jizzgasm of Ericka Cumnachos proportions, and in doing so, has marked the nullo to a lifetime of silliness within Alfred's Playhouse. The canine sperm instantly impregnate the violated grey matter, forever staining a mind hellbent on castrations, forever warping his well-wished intentions of medical practices with the ultimate enemy of the eunuch: pure, unbridled silliness, making forced entry, forever and ever.

Alfred soon after slides out of the nullo, not entirely sure of what just happened. Seemingly, one minute he was just walking down the street of some town he had never heard of before, feeling relatively normal and undisturbed by the demons of his past, the next being convinced somehow that he was 35 years old and not just needed, but outright wanted his genitalia removed, and now, his crotch is stained with giblets, blood and gore, and some of it even reached his face. His face. Not just his own face, but the doctor's, it was caked in his broken face. It's everywhere, it's bleeding and coming from... Alfred looks away instantly, refusing to acknowledge. Nothing had happened here. Nothing at all. Alfred moved past the still standing person, heading to the sink to wash the mess off. He sure got dirty playing in the dirt earlier, yes he did. He felt so alone and had nothing better to do, and when people have nothing to do, they go out and play. His face was easy enough to clean, but the liquid soap that was available didn't seem to work so well where it was the dirtiest, so he had to rinse it more. He had to wash it more. Some of it did come off, but not enough. It was never enough. Not in life, not in love, and definitely not in this dirt that just won't come off. No matter how much he tries to wash it, it never comes off. NEVER. A thought came to him, seemingly so quiet that it was a miracle he even caught it. Cut it off. Burn it. Suffer.

Alfred dried himself with a bunch of tissues that happened to be around, acting as if he didn't think of that just now. Why would he? He was a salesman, and what does he have to offer? The answer was, his sweet self, of course! Customers always love the full package, after all. Keyword being love. He got dressed in his fashionable yellow suit, thankful that he wasn't wearing it when things got silly earlier, and headed out the door, ignoring the doctor entirely. Who saw everything. He giggled while shuddering, wandering in place, waiting for his next patient. They all need them parts removed at age 35 or they'll die, and they will all have to sit to pee for now on. They will sit to pee while wearing panties after having their genitalia removed. They'll pee on their preserved genitals or they'll die. They're all 35 anyway. He likes touching their parts, not sexual. Because he has no penis, it was removed at age 35. And everyone is age 35. Everyone.

The Lustrous Salesman of American Love, known as Alfred Alfer, has arrived in Elwood City. With hope in his heart and hormones in his balls, He truly believed in a life after love. Business is only going to get better from here on out, boys and girls!

TO BE CONTINUED