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The twolegs’ so called “animal control” came, and picked Toxicmold up to neuter them. Which is ridiculous. Toxicmold has only had, what, twenty or so kits? With different queens of course, but… still. Ridiculous. They’re not even as radioactive as Toxicmold!
But now’s the last time that Toxicmold will be able to get off. So they rut their barbed cock against the metal cage they’re in, desperate to find release. And they quickly realize that the monster they’re in vibrates. A lot.
Of course they use this to their advantage. They get off within seconds, cumming happily inside their crate.