A tisket a tasket mean lady bruised my basket

He listened intently, nodding slowly all the while, and then decided that yep, it was time to take a peek. If Darya was at all shy about male genitalia now was her chance to look away because the sun was about to shine on a generally sunless place. Jupiter sat down gingerly - the boys protesting the brief compression - and then rolled way back onto his tail so that his hind legs were kicked forward and his junk got a glimpse of daylight. "I got fucking abdominal pain and swelling," he muttered while staring balefully at his balls. "Ain't nauseous, ain't thrown up, ain't peed yet." But did he have to pee now? Though it hadn't been on his mind before Jupiter was now very aware of his bladder. He didn't have to pee but he could. Did that count?

Jupiter scowled down at his groin, trying to decide if one nut was higher than the other. He squinted. Were they both higher than normal? The fuck did that mean? He had gotten stomped pretty good so he couldn't blame them for being a bit "shy" now and if not for Darya's possible side effects he would have chalked any deviation in height up to that. Honestly though he hadn't spent much time scrutinizing them this closely so he wasn't sure where to draw the line.

Oh? What was this, a silver lining? It would be nice to not have to worry about kids as much. That was probably one of his biggest fears. His parents' relationship had been nonexistent and even though he'd eventually gone to live with his dad permanently, as a small pup he'd only met the man once. He didn't want to be like that but he didn't want to be permanently tied to a bitch either, so no kids seemed like the best way to avoid that problem. "That's all? That doesn't sound too bad." Wait...what had she said before the good bit?

He reared back like a startled horse and blinked up at Darya. "Wait, fucking wait. Remove it? Yeah fuck that shit, if something's wrong with 'em you better come up with a better way to fix it because that is not okay, okay?" Stubbornly he said, "But we don't even need to have this fucking conversation because that's not what's wrong with them. They're fine. Look at 'em," he said hotly, not really thinking about what he was saying so much as quickly vomiting out as many things to reassure himself as he could. "They're fine, I'm fine, it's all fine. Bruised and whatnot 'cause they got the shit kicked out of 'em but otherwise fucking dandy. As balls should be."