PSA: A Protective Cup Could Save Your Manhood.
By 
Sharako & Saila


        The buzzer sounded, as the light flashed yellow before it turned green. The racers pressed down on their petals and were off down the dirt track. A wolf took the lead, but was quickly outpaced by a cheetah. The BMX racers were at the top of their game. The dirt track gave the racers' tires traction as they hit the first turn, followed by a large jump. Daniel the cheetah crested the top catching 10 feet of air before hitting the ground and propelling himself forward faster. Kyle the lanky wolf quickly followed him. Michelle, a trans female raccoon, was hot on his tail. 


        In the rear was Nate, a fossa. He was new to the scene, having worked his way up to the pro tour qualifiers. His bike was custom built, giving him an edge on the competition in the long game. His bike had a flexibility to it, allowing him to push more energy into the tires.  


Nate started catching up to the other racers, passing Michelle first in the third bend, and sprinting forward to catch up to Kyle. He noticed Kyle’s bike was slipping more than it should from having slightly worn down tires. Nate used his advantage catching up to Kyle, and eventually passing him on the last part of loop one, leaving Nate and Daniel fighting for first place.  The first curve of the track came up again, allowing Nate to take first and head into the first jump. 


Nate powered up the hill catching even more air. It was enough to allow Nate to show off by lifting his legs off of the pedals, splitting them out to the sides. He looked at the crowd to get a loud cheer as he came down. His feet came back down to the pedals as he hit the ground. A loud snap was heard as the left pedal sheared off. Nate’s foot fell down to the ground as the hard titanium bar of his bike came up and straight into his crotch. Nate felt the sharp pain in his groin as the bar smashed one of his testicles, moving past it right into the space where his sheath occupied. A loud crunch vibrated through his groin. He knew instantly he had broken the one bone a bro never wants to break. 


The bike rolled to the side, causing Nate to scrub out of the race. “Ooooh, what a biff!” the announcer said as he watched, his hand instinctively covering his crotch. “And that’s why we encourage animals to wear protective cups!” 


The other racers zoomed by, leaving the track clear for the medics to quickly grab Nate and take him to the side area for medical attention. A  large boar and panda moved him onto a stretcher. The on-call doctor, a thylacine, came over to take a look at the banged up fossa . Nate was groaning, tears streaming down his muzzle as the doctor swiftly started work. 


“It’ll be ok, mate.” The doctor addressed the rider calmly, using his voice to ease the male’s panic. “I’m Dr. Yeager, you are in good paws.” He gave Nate a smile while starting to tug the dirt stained spandex pants down to the male’s ankles. Just as he suspected, Nate skipped out on the cup and underpants. Shaking his head the doctor let out a sigh. “When will new racers learn? The mass you save by not wearing the bare minimum of safety gear is not worth the risk.” Nate let out a groan in response as the doctor’s paw probed at the swollen sheath.


“How’s it look?” Nate let out a pained whine as his short sheath was retracted, exposing his penis. “To be honest it looks gnarly,” Yeager responded as he pinched along the shaft, taking care to not damage the small spines around the middle. The pink flesh has started to change color as the blood started to blotch the flesh of the penis. As the penis became fully exposed, it flopped in the middle, bending in an unnatural angle. Nate’s body had been pumping adrenaline to block the excruciating pain, but the tweak to the bone inside of his penis sent waves of pain to his brain, causing Nate to scream out loud. “Fuck!” His hands instinctively tried to move to his crotch, but found themselves blocked by Dr. Yeager.  “Yep, definitely broke ya’ boner. I’m gonna have to splint it mate." Yeager said as he started to move the penis back into position. 


Turning quickly, Dr. Yeager grabbed a long metal rod that was wrapped in a sterile container. He placed the package on Nate’s leg as he grabbed some rubbing alcohol to clean the wound before patching it up. “Ok, mate, this is gonna burn, but I got to sterilize your donger before I insert the rod to stabilize your baculum.” Yeager said softly. “ Ya ready boyo?”. 


The pain had gotten to Nate. “Yeah.” grunting in confirmation. Nate clenched his paws as he felt the hot sting of the alcohol clean the germs off of his bruised manhood. Yeager’s paws worked quickly as he opened up the packaged plastic rod and inserted it deep into Nate’s shaft. The tube squirmed deep between Nate’s legs until it hit the tip of the prostate. Nate let out a scream as the bone inside his penis shifted to the correct position thanks to the tube inside of his urethra. 


Moving quickly the doctor reached into the medical bag at his side, grabbing a small metal splint. He opened it up and wrapped it around the exposed penis.  The barbed knots started to dig into the soft fabric of the splint. “Got this splinted up.” Yeager said as he looked over the rest of Nate’s groin. The throbbing sack was obvious as the next thing needing attention. 


Yeager's soft paws started to feel up the swollen scrotum. He found it easy to find the left testicle, palpating it for injury, however the right testicle was harder to find with the swelling. He passed his finger over the side of the testicle, only to find it had split open from the trauma. 


“Oh damn mate, ya split your apricot.” Yeager said as he looked back at Nate. “I’m gonna send ya to the hospital so they can fix that. Wouldn’t want ya to lose it now would ya.” explained Yeager as he grabbed a cover for Nate’s crotch. The awkward splint on Nate’s exposed member made it extremely obvious something was up as the cloth pitched a tent. 


“Oh shit, Nah I wanna keep that.” Nate said as he was prepped for transport. The boar and panda picked up the stretcher with a grunt. It was a short jaunt to the ambulance. They secured Nate to the medical bed, and before he knew it he was off to the emergency room to hopefully save his testicle.