"You see Thomas," Dr. Gunthrie started. "When you were rushed into my hospital, I knew that you were the perfect candidate."
"Perfect candidate for what?," Thomas replied.
"For our new procedure. I looked at you Thomas and how pitiful you were. A man dying on my operating table, without his manhood. I simply couldn't allow that. It came to my attention that how you came to lose your penis."
"I can explain," Thomas began. "I am sick and need help."
"Oh I know you're sick," Dr. Gunthrie smiled. "Only a sick man would make love to his horse. But, I am also a sick man."
"What do you mean?," Thomas said, getting nervous.
"As I said, you were lying there pitiful and without a member, so I took it upon myself to do a transplant. A dear gift from your friend Rocket, would have to suffice."
"What did you do to Rocket?!"
"Nothing. Just a little snip snip and stitch stitch. Connect some cords and good as new. You may look now."
Thomas looked down to see the sheets near his crotch rise up and down as if someone were underneath them, bobbing their head up and down. Thomas opened his mouth to scream; but he couldn't. He was terrified. He slowly removed the sheet and that's when his scream came to him.
He had a giant horse cock that swung back and forth. It was crudely stitched to his crotch area and the edges were oozing blood and plasma.
"What in the fuck!," Thomas screamed.
"Yes," Dr. Gunthrie yelled. "It is alive! Your cock is alive!"
Thomas screamed and watched his horse cock wiggle wildly and then passed out from shock.
When he awoke he was alone in his hospital bed. He screamed and threw off his sheet, but there was nothing there. It was a giant patched area on his groin. He was sweating perfusely as a nurse ran into the room.
"Sir," she said quietly. "Are you alright?"
"Dr. Gunthrie! Where is he? Where is at?"
"Dr. Gunthrie?," she said confused. "There's no Dr. Gunthrie at this hospital."
"But, my horse cock! Where has it gone?"
The nurse stood stunned and stared at him. "I will go get another nurse. Excuse me a moment."
Thomas laid back down gasping for breath. He heard the nurse outside the doorway whisper, "the patient is experiencing very odd hallucinations."
"That's ok," a voice whispered back. "I will take a look at him."
The nurse walked in with another woman trailing her and walked up to Thomas.
"Hello sir", she smiled warmly. "What seems to be the problem?"
"My penis! It was ripped off and replaced with a horse cock by some demented freak!," Thomas cried.
The nurses looked at each other in shock and the second nurse lifted his sheet carefully and touched towards his bandage. "Allow me to show you something."
She lightly pulled a corner of the bandage and tore it back. Thomas closed his eyes.
"Sir, please open your eyes."
Thomas opened his eyes and he stared down at...his own cock. It was pink and full and untouched. Slight bruising around the tip, but other than that it looked normal.
"Your genitals are not harmed sir," the nurse said immediately putting his sheet back up to his chest. "I really think you should get some rest sir."
Thomas threw his head back and laughed. "Oh man, what a wild nightmare. You wouldn't believe what I dreamed."
The nurse looked at him confused and then opened her blouse, showing a massive horse cock that swung between her legs. Thomas screamed as the other nurse opened her blouse and had a horse cock as well.
"Time to get fucked sir", the nurses said in unison.
Thomas cowered and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was not in a hospital or in a bed or gown. He was still tied to the tree stump; his crotch a caked bloodied mess. He looked forward to see Rocket laying in some hay. It was a nightmare, but still his situation wasn't much better.
