>Marlene broke the long silence: "I wanna know what happens when you take the penis away." A reply began to formulate in Peter's brain, and became real in his vocal chords: "Well,..." "Well... It isn't exactly a simple process, Marlene..." Peter was struggling to find a way to explain this in the proper words. Removing a the penis at this stage of development would be a lot of work, reworking something that was already so integral would be a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. And Marlene was obviously neuro-divergent, probably autistic, so explaining it to her might require some patience. "Marlene, the penis doesn't just exist on it's own at this point, it is integral to everything else around it. It isn't like we can just simply remove it copy and paste over it with something else..." The facial muscles around her septum piercing tensed, highlighting a bit of stubble. He couldn't afford to piss her off, she was a good client, and rich too. Her demands were often excessive, and quite frankly, horrifying, but "she" had money, lots of it, and was even a patron of his other projects. Even the unorthodox ones... "Marlene, if we were to... remove the penis... what would you even want me to replace it with?" He feared what her answer might be. He was technically capable of anything, for enough money, but the time, the effort... It would cut into other projects, some he might have to kill forever. "I want a tentacle. A big one." Fuck. He would have to redesign the creature entirely. It was in 15, maybe even 20 panels. These fucking furries were a horror to work with, but they flocked to his Patreon, and kept him afloat as an independent comic book artist. He wondered if it was worth it...