Darkness... an oily ocean that lapped against your mind like the waters of the sea lapping against a ships hull. Broken at last by a flare of light as your eyelids cracked opened, the light triggering a spike of pain through your head. "Gods!" You moan in pain, crunching your eye's tightly shut once again.
"Easy...easy boy it will pass soon." A calm soothing voice whispers into your ear. "It's just the effects of the gas." It takes you a moment to reconize the Centaur Vet's voice. Cracking your eye's open once again, you look up at his smiling face. "Just take it easy for a moment." The Vet advise's. Reaching up you massuage your forehead, startled to find your hair has been cut into a mohawk. As the pain in your head dulls, you become aware of a throbbing ache in your loin's. "Ammm." You grunt curiously, as your thumb brushes your ear. Once again surprised to find a tag in your ear, tugging it you look up curiously at the Vet. "Thats just your ID tag, the one in the other ears shows you've had all your shots."
"Oh." You grunt sitting up slightly, as your eye's sweep over your naked body. The aching in your crotch, draws your attention there. Thats when you notice that your ball sac looks decidedly shriveled and empty. Reaching down your trembling fingers find the cut up the middle, and the stitches holding it togather. "OH GOD!" You exclaim squeezing your ball sac, only to find it empty. "Castrate!" You mumble, making the Centaurs snicker. "Thats what it meant?!" "SHIT!!"
"You didn't know what it ment?" The Vet asked, sharing a long derisive laugh with the other Centaur stallion......