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“Well now, Mr. Tomlinson" the badger peered over his half-moon spectacles at the vulpine perched on the edge of the hospital bed. “I have to say, I am quite moved by your selflessness in this regard."

Thomas fidgeted, trying to not feel self-conscious sitting in front of the doctor in nothing but his light blue undies, the hospital air felt stale and cool against his exposed red, white and black fur. His sensitive ears picked up busy traffic in the hospital corridor.

“The paperwork said I would really be helping someone with an organ… donation?"

“Rental" the mustelid corrected absent-mindedly, “and I have to say I also sincerely appreciated your long heartfelt letter explaining why you wanted to be selected the one for this project."

Thomas' ears flushed at the adulation. He had received a donated liver when he was just a kit, and so he had always promised himself that when he reached 21, he would do whatever he could to help others, to give something back.

“Rental, so, just for a short while, and then… I get my organ back?"

“Yes, yes, of course. You did read through the details on the procedure?"

“Uh… yeah of course."

“Excellent, then you know the next step is I need you to sign some papers. I just have one more assessment to do for suitability and we can start."

The doctor stepped out for a while, Tom swung his legs on the side of the bed, bored, wondering if there was anything in the long and complex document, he had initialled that he should have read in detail.

A soft knock at the door announced the arrival of a nurse. She was another fox. A vixen, about 10 years older than Tom. She sat down at the side of the bed to introduce herself.

“Hey there, Tom, I'm Mike." The voice was a deep baritone.

His confusion must have registered on his face because she… er… HE grimaced and smiled.

“Haha, yeah, hormone therapy hasn't quite changed my scent just yet" he chuckled.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

Mike reached forward and squeezed Tom's arm.

“Don't be silly, Tom, I just wanted to pop in and say hello. I read your letter and... well, I guess I must say I had to meet you."

“Oh" Tom's ears flattened shyly “I just wanted to give back, you know?"

“Yeah, I really do, and I appreciate you. Also, since I saw you this morning. I confess…" it was Mike's turn to fidget awkwardly. “you're all I can think about".

Tom's heart leapt into his throat and his ears started ringing as blood rushed to his head. Tom had never had any kind of relationship before, except for maybe a crush in high school.

“I.. you what?"

Mike regained his composure and chuckled a little.

“I mean, truth be told I was thinking about a particular part of you. If you know what I mean." Mike glanced with undisguised desire at the slight bulge in Tom's undies."

Tom tried not to show the panic on his face. He'd read enough erotic stories to know where this was going. A cute patient with a hot nurse alone in a hospital room. He glanced over at the door.

“The, uh, doctor…"

“Oh, I asked him if I could spend some time with you, I hope that's OK?" Mike rested a paw gently on Tom's knee.

“Oh…" Tom bit his lip. Play it cool dude, and maybe you'll get a pre-surgery paw job. He said to himself quietly. His eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere except Mike's face. Tom had known from a young age that he liked boys. Did that mean he also liked trans boys? He didn't really know; it hadn't come up at all before in his relatively short life.

“So…" Mike continued after a long awkward pause.

“So…" Tom echoed, willing Mike to make the first move.

“No, uh, dignified way to ask this but, do you think I could sneak a peek?" Mike rubbed himself uncertainly behind the ears with one charcoal black paw.

Tom's heart started beating twice as fast. This was it. He looked over to the window wearily.

“S..sure but."

“Oh, right, of course, privacy, you deserve privacy." Mike stood up and shuttered the blinds.

“Right, then, just you and me buddy, may I?"

Tom nodded wordlessly and laid down on the hospital bed.

Mike gently, reverently walked up to the bed and pulled Tom's underwear down to his mid thighs, exposing Tom's soft white sheath and orbs. Tom gasped at the sensation of cold air against his privates and the idea of a near stranger ogling him.

“Oh my god, Tom, this is magnificent."

The young vulpine looked up self-consciously. “R…really?" He had never had much opportunity for comparison.

“Oh, believe me, bro, this is perfect, what's it like hard?"

A thrill of excitement went through Tom. His first paw-job, maybe even a blowjob, and from a hot nurse in the hospital no less. Don't fuck it up, you dork. Be cool, be cool.

Tom laced his fingers behind his head in what he hoped was a confident gesture.

“Be my guest" he said invitingly, wiggling his hips in what he hoped was an attractive way.

“Did you want to do it or shall I?" Mike asked carefully.

“Uh" the question seemed rather odd to Tom. “I think it's more fun if you do." He felt uncertain. This didn't seem anything like the stories he had read. “If that's OK, of course" he added lamely.

“Suit yourself" Mike grabbed the younger fox's sheath and squeezed. Tom yelped a little in surprise.

“Oh, sorry, bro, I never had one of these growing up, and I've only ever been into girls myself." Mike flashed an apologetic smile. “Let me try again."

For the next 30 minutes, Mike gingerly caressed and massaged Tom's foxhood to a thick, pulsating, quivering slickness. Tom grasped the sheets with one paw, his other charcoal paw stuffed into his muzzle to stifle the sound.

Mike seemed impressed.

“Holy shit bro, this thing is so nice, such a great shape, and so hard. Do you always pre this much?"

Tom nodded, embarrassed as his body gave him away, his knees pointing at each other and his tail wagging uncontrollably.

“Nice. Hey, do you think I could see the knot?"

Tom nodded once again, just a short sharp nod but that was all Mike needed, he worked Tom up to a frenzy, the younger vulpine squirming on the bed as Mike marvelled at his anatomy. It didn't take long before Tom's knot was painfully swollen. Mike caressed it in his paws, turning it around and inspecting it from all angles.

“OK, this is really something special, you're something special, bro, thank you for agreeing to all this"

“No... ugh… problem" Tom managed to get the words out around his paw, his knees were touching now and his tail quivered with anticipation.

Mike regarded Tom seriously: “So, uh, you do know we can stop at any time, right? You don't have to follow through with this if you don't want. I mean, of course, now that I have seen it of course I would be disappointed, if you didn't follow through, but your consent is important to me. One last time: are you sure you're OK with all of this?"

Tom nodded, panting, desperate for release.

“I need to hear you say it, bro."

Tom took the paw out of his mouth and very nearly screamed “yes".

“OK, good, thank you." Mike let go of Tom's cock and wiped his paw on the bedsheets.

“Ugh!" Tom cried out in disappointment at the sudden lack of stimulation. His paws shot instinctively to his crotch to finish the job.

“Right!" The doctor announced himself as he entered the room, flicking on the lights, looking down at a clipboard.

Tom squealed with embarrassment and pulled his undies up to cover himself, the tip of his hard red shaft rubbed against the rough dry fabric.

The doctor looked up. “Oh good, you have already met Mike. One last step, is I need you to sign here."

Tom desperately pulled his tail up over his middle, shielding his rapidly receding bulge from the doctor's eyes.

The doctor didn't notice or didn't care.

“Now, shall I read this all back to you again or…"

“No!" came the strangled cry. Tom grabbed at the pen and scribbled his name on the form.

“Ok, and initial here please."

Tom was desperate for some privacy, he stabbed the pen at the page and rolled over onto his side, tail curled up between his legs.

“You too, Mike. Here, and here."

The nurse signed the same piece of paper, but Tom was too embarrassed to even register that as weird.

The doctor and nurse both left the room, and Tom snuck a glance at the wet spot in his undies. Maybe there would be time to take care of it before…

Two orderlies burst into the room.

“OK, Mr. Tomlinson, we're ready for your surgery now"

The pair adjusted his bed to be wheeled out into the corridor.

Tom shielded his sensitive eyes from the harsh fluorescent lights as they passed overhead. He counted two elevators and 12 doorways till he found himself in the operating theatre.

A transparent mask slipped over his head and ears. “OK, now count backwards from 10".

“Ten, nine, eight, se…"

The lights blurred and consciousness slipped away.

Thomas awoke disoriented and groggy later that day in what felt like a different room.

He willed his paws to move. First a single digit, then a whole paw, then he was scratching at his leg, trying to wake himself up.

“Oh hey, you're awake"

Mike was sitting at his bedside, paws clasped together as if in prayer.

“Oh hey, yourself" Tom said groggily, eyes slowly coming into focus. “How did I do?"

“Perfect, absolutely perfect, want to see?"

Tom blinked, shaking his head to wake himself up.

“Uh, sure?"

Completely unabashed, Mike stood, dropped his pants and waggled his perfectly formed cock and balls in front of Tom's nose, paws on his hips in a “superman" pose. Tom furrowed his brow. That looked familiar. Smelt so familiar.

“I can't tell you how grateful I am" Mike gushed. “Of course, I know it's just a loan, but honestly, just 6 months with this bad boy will make me a new man. Oh, and the girlfriend is going to just love it, once I learn to use it of course, haha."

Mike hefted the sheath. Tom felt a paw grope his own cock.

“I… don't understand." Tom started slowly. He felt like his muzzle was full of cotton wool. “I mean, I'm glad you're proud, dude, but what does this have to do with me?"

Mike chuckled. “Haha, it does look so natural doesn't it? But yeah, this is yours. Well, I suppose. With your generous consent…" Mike patted Tom gently between the ears “mine. At least for the next 6 months, maybe longer if it goes well."

Mike groped himself again, possessively.

Tom could feel his cock, feel the paw gently groping at the soft white fur.

“Wait, what do you mean that's mine?"

“Uh, come on buddy, don't play dumb, that's not fair. The organ? Your donation? Well, more like rental, like the doc said. You signed up to this, remember? I got your consent and everything."

A lump developed in his throat as Tom snaked a paw slowly down between his legs. He could feel his cock and balls safe and comfortable between his legs, a paw groped them gently, but his own paw grasped at… nothing.

His heart leapt and another charcoal black paw shot down to his nether regions to find the family jewels.

Nothing.

His chest heaving with impending terror, he ripped all the bed clothes off revealing…

There between his legs, where his cock would have been, was a perfectly smooth and flat patch of soft white fur. The fur was ringed by a bright silver ring that looked something like a cock ring, fixed securely in place to his body. It felt a little tactile to the touch, as if it was charged with electricity.

His scream of fear and dismay attracted a small host of medical staff to his bedside.

“Sats look good" the badger muttered under his breath “are you in pain, Thomas, need a shot of something?"

“NO! What I want is to know what you did with my JUNK, you MONSTER!"

The doctor pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Post-operative delirium, we should schedule the psych team in"

“No, doctor, I think I know what's going on" The older fox's ears splayed uncertainly at Thomas' reaction.

“Hey, Tom, Thomas buddy, look at me a moment, ok?"

Tom looked up at Mike wearily. Tears welling in his eyes.

“What... organ did you think you were offering up today?"

“I d..don't kno..o..o.ooow"

Tom shrugged, partly in response and partly as the beginning of a sob.

“Look, let me show you something." Mike reached down between his own legs and slowly, reluctantly, twisted it anticlockwise. The whole package – cock, sheath and balls – came away in his paw and with a last look of something between awe and sorrow, Mike placed it carefully in both of Tom's trembling paws.

Tom could hardly breathe as he tuned the disembodied sheath and balls in his paws.

It was his, no doubt about it. The familiar scent, the soft fur, how one ball felt different from the other. He turned it over, half-expecting it to reattach itself like a missing puzzle piece. But when he pressed it against his front, it simply slid off, limp and detached.

He rummaged between his legs to pick it up again and shyly hid it under the sheet.

“Doctor," he looked up at the badger beseechingly “make it make sense?"

The doctor cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“Well, young fox, it's quite a simple procedure. Affixed to your front parts is a micro portal. Your genitals project out through the portal and appear back out into the other portal there in your paws. You can still feel it because it's still attached to you, in every sense of the word."

“And this?" Tom stroked the fur between his legs.

“Oh, that's synthetic fur. The portal is securely stitched into your body, as is that fur. We can't… uh…. put it back without another procedure. It wouldn't take long but…"

“… do it" Mike interjected. “It's clear he didn't fully understand what he was getting himself into. I can't in good conscience enjoy another man's cock like this, not like this."

The older fox sat down, cradling his head in his paws, ears drooping dejectedly, it was now his turn to sob.

The fear, surprise and anger that had gripped Thomas moments ago found itself giving way to something else. The overriding motivation that had spurred him into action to begin with.

Compassion.

“No, wait" Thomas held up a paw as he considered the situation. He grasped his cock, still hidden under the bed clothes. “This is temporary, just a loan, right?"

The doctor nodded vigorously.

“First procedure of its kind" he announced proudly “we would only do this for 6 months maximum".

“And it's fully reversable?"

“Yes, absolutely."

“And you" Tom turned to Mike now, as if seeing him for the first time “you… need this?"

The older fox shrugged, tears streaming down his face into his red and white fur.

“I do. Eventually, I'm going to have a cock of my own, one I can feel. Not as good as yours, but my very own. Until then I…."

Mike looked away “this afternoon was the first time I felt whole my entire life. You gave that to me, and for that gift, I am forever grateful."

“I can't take that away, can I?" Tom whispered, almost to himself.

Mike sniffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his charcoal black paws, but his tail swayed hopefully.

Tom lifted his own cock and balls out of the sheets. The entrance to his sheath faced the older fox. Tom's own balls sagged gently over his fingers. It was strange, to present your own genitals to someone in such a direct manner.

“Ok, look, just take it please before I change my mind."

“Really?"

Mike shoved his cock and balls awkwardly into Mikes paws. One of Mike's fingers accidentally slipped deep through the hole and into his sheath. Tom winced at the rough sensation.

“Please just…"

Tom turned away, ears flat against his head.

“Please go."

“You're my personal hero, bro." Mike said solemnly as he returned the package to between his legs. “Let me get your details and you can message me any time if you change your mind."

Later that evening, after food and the required checkups, Thomas left the hospital and climbed into the waiting taxi. A small donor card in his paw with Mike's details on it.

He turned the card over in his paws and shifted on the seat.

“Hmm, well, at least sitting down is going to be more comfortable" he mused to no one in particular.

His phone pinged and he looked down at the notification. It was from Mike.

“Hey, bro, I'm home, mind if I take it for a spin?"

“Sure" Tom tapped out hurriedly and tried not to think about it.

Tom felt his sheath released from someone else's underwear. Alien paws caressed his sheath lovingly, reverently. One paw squeezed his balls tightly as the other rubbed his sheath roughly. Tom felt his shaft swelling in response.

It was an odd sensation to feel someone else's paws on him, while he sat alone in the back of the cab.

His shaft leaked copious amounts of pre onto Mike's paws, which started working faster and faster. Tom gasped at the unfamiliarly rough treatment.

Tom doubled over in the cab, groaning quietly.

“Hey man, you OK back there?" the driver adjusted the rearview mirror to look at Tom.

“I'm fine" Tom waved him away.

“OK..." the weasel tapped the sign that read “$350 penalty for soiling car".

Tom started panting at the growing attention between his legs. Maybe he should ask Mike to stop. But was that fair? He was clearly having a fun time, and besides, Tom had enjoyed this cock for decades, he could give Mike this one special moment, surely?

The paws picked up speed, his own precum lubricating both his shaft and Mike's paws as Mike worked harder and harder, faster and faster.

Tom bit the back of his paw and whined with anticipation as his passion mounted.

The driver tutted to himself as Tom started moaning.

Tom grasped the seat, claws digging into the fabric as Mike drew him closer and closer to the edge.

“Aaah, Aaah, aaaaaah!" Tom frantically stabbed at his phone with both paws. Perhaps he could ask Mike to give it a rest. Perhaps he could…

The paws picked up speed, Tom dropped his phone and let out a low moan.

The taxi driver started driving faster, he clearly wanted whatever was happening to be out of his car soon.

Mike was not much of an expert at cocks, it felt like an eternity that Mike kept him on the edge.

Without warning, the paws stopped.

“OMG, dude, that was a real treat, thanks. I've never cum so hard." Mike's message read

“yw" Tom managed with quivering paws as he shakily clambered out of the taxi, half expecting to see the seat wet with precum.

Thomas scampered up the driveway and rushed straight to his room, back into bed, his painfully erect cock nestled uncomfortably between Mike's legs.

“Hey, dude, how do I get you soft again?" the message pinged as Tom was trying to get to sleep.

“Well, you could let me finish." Tom typed out hopefully.

“I'll save it for the gf tomorrow. She's going to love it. Night bro"

What should he do? Beg for release. Demand it. Bargain?

He sighed.

"gn" Tom eventually replied, rolled over and willed himself to sleep.