The Tiles

by BradMayFan

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Sad, Romance
Length: 2482

Stalion get surgically gelded after loosing a competition

Despite appearances Equestria is very gender balanced society, however to ensure that only the strongest of genes are passed on a series of test to prove which males were deserving of reproducing was devised ages ago. The winners are celebrated and begin to form harems. It's truly the life of a champion. The losers of these competitions are quickly rounded up, their fate decided ages ago by the laws of the land. The losers are surgically stripped of their manhood. These ponies serve an important purpose in Equestria. Sometimes the males of Equestria don't feel the need to pass on their seed or attempt to woo a mare; they just want quick relief from their carnal desires. This is the story of one of the losers.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-03-23 03:44:02 UTC

The Tiles

As I entered the waiting room I could feel the cold tiles under my hooves. The harsh fluorescent light reflecting off the white tiles hurt my eyes. I sat down on the last seat of the wooden bench, closest to the door that we just entered from. On my left were my former competitors, all of them I had beaten at some point during the competitions, but at the end of it all we all ended up here. The whitewashed walls left me with nothing but my own thoughts as I passes my last few minutes as a man. There's nothing else to do but to review the reason why I'm here.

  Despite appearances Equestria is very gender balanced society, however to ensure that only the strongest of genes are passed on a series of test to prove which males were deserving of reproducing was devised ages ago. The winners are celebrated and begin to form harems. It's truly the life of a champion. The losers of these competitions are quickly rounded up, their fate decided ages ago by the laws of the land. The losers are surgically stripped of their manhood. These ponies serve an important purpose in Equestria. Sometimes the males of Equestria don't feel the need to pass on their seed or attempt to woo a mare; they just want quick relief from their carnal desires. This is why I am here.

   Gently sighing, I returned my glance to the row of soon-to-be mares, vividly remembering defeating each of them in competition. I had made it all the way to the last round, there had been six of us left. The competition had been a race, a measure of sheer speed, strength and willpower. All six of us knew full well what the implications of winning (and losing) would be. For all but last place a grand future lay ahead. Last place however would face the doctors scalpel.

   It had been a close race, I'd had given it everything I had, but on the last turn my body and mind simply could not give anymore. In the last 100 meters I had watched in desperation as those ahead of me pulled away and those behind me caught up. My mind and body broken, I marched across the finish line and was greeted by two large stallions in government garb. Each of them took one of my arms and dragged me away from the cheering crowd. With the last ounce of my strength I looked up at the winners as the crowd of mares began to swell around each of them. Before the exhaustion took total control, I overheard one of the security ponies say "...can't wait to see what this one feels like, seems like a moaner to me."

   Reminiscing about what brought me here helped pass the time.  The line in front of me was whittled down to just myself and one other. I looked over hoping to catch one more glance of a friendly face but all I saw was a vacant face staring straight ahead. After what felt like an eternity the steel sliding door behind him opened and a voice beckoned from within. The pony didn't move. Again the voice beckoned and again not a flinch. Seemingly on cue, two different security guards entered the waiting room and dragged his lifeless body into the surgery ward. Alone in the waiting room meant I was alone with my thoughts again. Judging by my instincts I figured I had about 20 minutes left as a man. I weighed my options and kept coming back to one. My mind said  "I could masturbate one last time, feel the ecstasy of climax for one final time." I leaned back across the now vacant bench and moved my hoofs up and down my shaft, slowly at first but faster and faster as I remembered all the mares that I would never see again. After weighing several options in my mind I settled on remembering my first time, in the forest, with the mare from school. It was a glorious thing, as vivid in my memory as the night it happened.

  As Celestia's sun began to touch the horizon and spread it's golden light across the land. We held each other tight, our eyes met and together we entered into a passionate kiss that could have lasted for centuries. She broke it off and with a soft push got me to lean against a tree. Again we locked eyes and lips as she slowly moved down. I looked down across my chest as reached waist level. It was her fist time too, we had discussed this in the past. She tenderly took my member between her hooves and caressed it slowly. It was everything I had imagined it would be. After reassuring her several times that I felt very good she made her move. She gently wrapped her lips around the tip being extra careful not to use any teeth. She gently sucked in and out, it may have been my first time but I couldn't imagine I would ever feel anything better than this. She wasn't brave and never went deeper than just the tip but it still felt amazing, it took all my effort to keep myself from painting the inside of her mouth white. After long enough she pulled back and stood up.

     She pulled me away from the tree and moved to where I had been standing. She positioned herself on the ground where the trunk met the soil. Her eyes beckoned you, she wanted it all.  I took a tentative step towards her. My member still pounding as I positioned myself just right, despite never having done it before it just felt natural. I ensured I was lined up correctly and thrust forward gently. Her warm embrace met my cock as she moaned under her breath. Up and down, my hips moved in unison with her chest, a glorious rhythm that could only be played by two musicians who are completely in sync with each other. Together we brought each other closer and closer to climax as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky. We came together, a splendid mess on the grass around us as the top of the sun sank out of sight. As day faded into night we lay together basking in the post coital haze and the warm summer night.

   Returning once again to reality to reality I noticed that the mess in my dream wasn't the only one I had made. My very real cum had splattered it's self across the floor of the waiting room. I sat back and admired the last load I would ever have. With this admiration came the realization of why the floor of the waiting room had a drain in the centre of it. Odds were I was not the first to fully enjoy their last few minutes as stallions in this room.

   As I admired my mess with fleeting affection, the steel door opened again and my  name was called. With a slow obedience I walked towards the door leaving my old life behind me forever. On the other side of the metal door the surgery room was clean and warm, a sharp contrast from the waiting room. A soft looking hospital bed waited  for me in the centre of the room. I knew I had no real choice in this matter so I got into the bed. It was soft, softer than you thought possible for a bed to be. As I settled in a cute looking nurse pony entered the room through another door. She told me to lean back and relax as she fumbled with the anesthesia. She slipped the mask over my face and told me to count to ten. With one last look down between my legs I took a deep breath and begin counting. By eight, the blackness fell over me and I fell into sleep.

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     The first of my senses to come back was hearing. My head was filled with the beeping of medical machines. All at once my other feelings returned in a cascade. Taking survey of my surroundings I saw six other beds each filled with one of the ponies who had been with me in the waiting room. Each of them was awake and had an array of machines beeping and whirring around them. In a groggy haze I lifted up the sheets of my bed to survey the damage. Really, there was nothing to survey, that was the whole point of the procedure and the signal that everything had gone as planned. A small line of stitches was the only sign that anything had ever been there. As I regained feeling across my body I began to feel things. I could feel that my hair was longer because it was rustling against the pillow. My eyelids felt heavier and upon examination I noticed that was because my eyelashes have grown. Most frightening was the feeling that something was inside of me.

   A new machine came to life next to me. I could feel myself getting tired again. I knew that I had no choice but to let it do its work, this was my life now, being under the complete control of others that is. Blackness again washed over me.

  Hearing returns first again. But this time there is no beeping, just the sound of emptiness. A cascade of senses rained over me again. Sight, taste, touch and smell. Each of these senses were offended by what was around them. I was in some sort of barrack, the air tasted musty, the sheets were worn and stained and the place smelled of sweat and semen.  Looking down at myself in the dim light I could see that someone had dressed me in something that wouldn't look out of place on a 5 bit Los Pegasus prostitute. I looked up and saw a mirror on the ceiling, in the dark reflection I saw that someone had styled my new long mane into a very feminine look. As well my face had been covered in what I assumed was bargain store makeup. Looking down I could see down to where there should have been a bulge under a cheap pair of lacy panties. Lifting up the sad excuse for underwear I could see that I had fully healed, through this I assumed I'd been out of it for at least 2 weeks.

    A sound at the door forced me to turn my attention away from myself. In the doorway stood an imposing figure. The figure stepped into the room and closed the door behind himself. Now that he was closer I could tell that this pony had been one of the competitors in that final race. I had no idea if he recognized me or if the whirlwind lifestyle of the champion stallions had affected his memory in such a short period of time. He came closer, so close I could hear his hoof steps on the beaten carpet. The smell of cider filled my nostrils. He was at the foot of the bed, I wanted to scream but the sheer fear kept my mouth shut. He violently grabbed my side and flipped me over in one quick movement.

  He quickly pulled off the cheap excuse for clothes and raised up my ass. I could feel him positioning himself behind me, just as I had done that one night under the tree. Does he know he's my first? Does he know I'm not ready for this? Does he know it'll hurt me? Does he care? With one mighty thrust he answered all my questions at once. I'd always had an idea of what it would be like but this was far different. I felt my asshole resist for a moment before being overcome by brute force. Pain rocketed through my body as the stallion filled me completely.  I felt his length touching parts of me that I didn't know existed. He thrusted in and out in rapid succession ignoring my desperate cries. When a particularly rough thrust sent me into spasms he fell on top of me and used his sheer weight and strength to pin me down. In and out he continued, I could feel my tears smearing the cheap makeup against the single dirty pillow.

     Sharply he pulled his entire length out of me. Before I had a chance lift my head out of the pillow I felt a hoof grab my head. Instantly my vision was filled with his cock. Shining from my own fluids mixed with his. It was right there, I had no choice but to take the whole thing. I had never ever imagined I would be here. He was long, longer than I had been. With tears still streaming down my face I could feel him in the back of my mouth leaking precum. I tried my best to imagine I wasn't there, but his prodding of the back of my throat kept dragging me back. He kept going deeper and deeper until I had trouble breathing as his shaft filled my mouth and chest blocked my nose. The makeup was smearing on his coat. After ages he pulled out his entire length at once leaving me gagging and gasping for air. With a hard shove he pushed me down flat on my back and spread my legs.

   With the same energy as the first time he entered me. In and out, faster and faster. I hear his breathing getting faster and could feel his muscles clenching. Soon he began to slow down taking fewer, broader thrusts. I knew what was about to happen. With one final mighty thrust I felt a warmth fill my body from the inside. Exhausted from his effort and compounded by the cider in his system the stallion collapsed on top of me still fully sheathed  inside my ass. I felt his seed begin to trickle out of my ass and onto the bed. Everything below my neck was sore, his weight made it hard for me to breath. Still sobbing from the pain and discomfort I felt his breathing slowly return to normal. After what feels like hours he finally made his move to leave. He quickly pulled out  causing pain to race across my body as my asshole clenched shut. I could still feel his seed inside of me. Face buried in the now soaked and makeup stained pillow I heard the door open and close again. I rolled over and stared at my reflection in ceiling mirror. Makeup running down my face, naked, and with a strangers seed flowing out of me. The first day of my new life.  "This is it, the rest of my life, all because I lost a race..."