On Tuesday evening Eric's former girlfriend barged in and demanded why he hadn't talked to her in two weeks.
Stacy was one of the hottest girls on campus, and she and Eric had had sex many times, but today he felt no such desires toward her. The last thing he wanted to tell her was that Madame Illusia had given him the sexual equipment of a draft horse gelding. For two weeks he had only felt apprehension about the possibility of meeting her, and now he was fully terrified.
"Where have you been, Eric? I text you and you don't text back. I call you and you don't answer. You ignore me when we're both online. Who do you think you are?"
"You don't understand, Stacy, something deeply personal has happened to me."
"And you couldn't tell me?"
"I thought it would affect our relationship."
"Listen Eric, I don't care wtf is going on in your precious personal life, our relationship has an IMAGE. My girl friends are starting to ask questions, like why they never see me with you anymore. They're spreading rumors that I couldn't hold on to the hottest jock at this college. Now I want to be seen with you and I know you want to be seen with me, and..."
"But Stacy, I'm serious. Something's changed, ... down there..."
"I know Eric. EVERYBODY'S talking. The biggest boner on campus, and you've been hiding it from ME?"
"It's not like that--"
"I'll tell you what it's like, Eric. I'm going to leave your apartment scantily dressed, and we're going to tell everyone we had sex tonight. Now if you're not ready to man up, then we can just lie, which I will call the boring way..."
Stacy pushed Eric onto his bed and started unbuttoning her top.
"... but I'd rather do this... the FUN way..." The glare of lust was wild in her eyes.
She started loosening up his trousers despite the nervousness in his eyes. When they finally came off, her eyes widened as she saw the dark leathery pouch latched to Eric's belly.
"Wow, this IS different," she said, never having seen a horse penis before. "Well, let's see what this baby can do."
Stacy started to pleasure Eric manually, as she often did before one of their bouts of intercourse. This time, she ran her hand up and down Eric's equine sheath. It was a bit soothing to Eric; he no longer felt the sexual tingles he would have felt as a stallion, but he was quite relaxed by her warm caress. Her stroking did manage to get Eric to drop his penis, a foot and a half of black and pink flesh. Stacy was very surprised when this happened, because when she first saw the size of his sheath, she had assumed it was his whole penis and that he was fully erect. Now, she started to massage Eric's blubbery flaccid shaft.
This felt even better to Eric, but it still wasn't sexual for him, and he knew it couldn't be. Though he was impressed with the feelings she had achieved in him, his nervousness bubbled back up inside him. He knew he could never satisfy either of them sexually, and this shame was getting to be too much for him--and his barely trained bladder. He let off a nervous spray of urine all over the floor--and his insistent mate.
"Ew what have you done to me? You pissed all over me. During sex! What is wrong with you?" Stacy got up, walked out, and slammed the door.
Eric just sat there, holding his exposed shaft, glaring at the mess he now had to clean up off the dorm room floor.