For the longest time, the young gray colt waited for something to happen to him — or more precisely, not happen to him. Chained to a bed in a room alone, Rumble cried and wailed and pleaded for the longest time for anypony who might hear his agony to save him. As a young colt, his knowledge on sex was sparse, but even a young mind like him could sense the gravity of the situation and feel the horror he was in. A horror that brought Rumble to a constant stream of tears.

Sob, sob. After a period of time, Rumble's ominous cry was reduced to a sniveling sob. Exhausted but still terrified, he whimpered on the bed and wondered what would happen to him. Oh, how much he wished his brother would be here, bursting the doors open and swooping in to his rescue. Little did he knew that even his brother, whom he looked upon the most, has succumbed to the same fate that was cursed upon thousands of colts and stallions in Equestria in just several nights. No matter how much Rumble was praying for his brother to save him, his brother was no longer able to do so.

So Rumble started to cry again.

* * *

Night Novel followed Nurse Sweetheart down the hallway and arrived at a simple door on the right. The nurse opened the door and invited him in. Night Novel stepped into the medium-sized examination room, only to find a young colt tied to one of the two bed at the center of the place. Both of them exchanged glances at each other, looking confused.

"Sorry to have you guys sharing the room," said Nurse Sweetheart, while getting her equipment ready at the corner of the room, "We really don't have enough space for all the stallions in Equestria. But, it doesn't really matter, does it? I'm sure you colts will get along."

She gestured Night Novel to sit on the vacant bed. Rumble watched as this stranger sat down obediently and screamed in his head at the stranger for not struggling and attempting to flee. More importantly, he thought, why wasn't this stallion his rescuer but another victim walking straight into his demise? Rumble watched as the blue stallion sat on the bed, spread his legs, and waited for the nurse to come.

Rumble struggled again against his restraint, asking the stranger to help him escape. What are you doing? He said. Help untie me, please! He pleaded. But the stallion only looked away from the young colt crying next to him, ashamed of his cowardice, trying to suppress his urge to escape. Better obey than to risk his life, he thought. What's a quick surgery compared to the execution of the runaways? He was never a hero, and he wasn't going to be one now.

The nurse returned to the colts with a moving tray at her side. On the tray were surgical tools such as scalpels, clamps and syringes filled with saline or anesthetics. She sat in front of Night Novel and opened the packet of disinfected gloves, then slid them over her hooves, while humming to the stallions.

"So, according to the instructions I received," she tooted while she opened a pack of disinfectant wipes, "you are not only to have your testicles removed, but your penis as well."

The words shocked the stallion. His eyes widen and his mind blanked out for a second in disbelief. "W…what?"

She giggled, "Yes my dear, it was written in red on your records. It's an honor, really, since they really need those scepters for the magic".

Rumble wailed even harder against his bed, while Night Novel laid still on his. The nurse casually picked up a green rubber band and loaded it onto an elastrator, then stretching the thick, hard ring open with the jaw of the device. She eyed the two ponies, wondering whose delicate shaft she should band first.

She walked towards Night Novel and his flaccid member, which was tucked mostly within his sheath. Laying spread, his groin was exposed to everypony in the room. Sweetheart gingerly wrapped her hoof around the stallion's sheath and rubbed, pleasuring both the stallion and feeding her dominating desires. She rubbed the stallion's flesh like a janitor wiping a desk, deliberately coarse and uncomfortable but effective at its purpose. Night Novel squirmed and wiggled his pelvis as the nurse's hoof pushed painfully against his delicate organ, as if his pride was just something to be harvested. But his pride was weaker than his courage, growing harder and longer despite the rough handling by his captor. Soon, his member was fully unsheathed, exposed and eager to be touched.

"My my, look at you," the nurse chuckled as she admired the turgid meat in front of her, "you are much more eager than the stallions I just did. I thought with the current circumstances, I'd have trouble getting you up. Well, are you sure you aren't hoping it to come off?"

Night Novel looked at the nurse between his groin, blushing, too ashamed of himself to speak nor think.

But the pony quickly snapped out of his trance when the nurse lowered the elastrator over his member. The tight green band was stretched taut by the four prongs of the device. The nurse gingerly threaded the stallion's bouncing member through the ring, pressing the jaw of the tool deep against the stallion's groin. Carefully, the nurse weakened the grip of the device, and the jaw slowly closed onto the base of the shaft. The green ring grew tighter and thicker as it pressed firmly against the stallion's hard, erect meat, constricting further still as the elastrator loosed its tension to keep it open.

Night Novel whimpered and wailed against the bed as the band dug deeper and deeper into his flesh. The green rubber pressed against the meat and formed a recessed trench encircling the base of his shaft. Yet deeper still, the band continued to constrict, clenching the urethra and blood vessels of his shaft shut. Night Novel could feel a nauseating pain growing from the site of the banding, and the pulsing pressure building in his shaft as the blood began to be trapped in his banded member. Nurse Sweetheart carefully wiggled the teeth of the elastrator off the completely tightened band, fighting against its force which pressed the prongs of the elastrator tightly between the rubber and the shaft. One by one, the nurse pulled the prongs off the rubber, leaving only the green ring squeezing tightly at the base of the shaft.

Night Novel moaned as his member was left standing on its own, pulsing as the restricted circulation tried to force itself through the clasp. His member still stood hard and erect above his groin, bobbing up and down a little under its own volition. Thick veins that were unseen before throbbed at the surface of the shaft, growing bigger and more bluish as more blood became trapped in the upper compartment of the shaft. A bulge above and below the band was visible, making the recessed band look deeper than it was, as if the band was going to cut through the diameter just from the elastration alone. The meat above the band was even more turgid and meaty than before, swelling inside the dark gray skin as if it was going to explode. Even just seconds later, the skin started to darken and tinted blue, turning into a shade of blue and indigo in just a few minutes.

Night Novel could not help but reach down to his suffocating member with his hoof. He rolled his hoof along the base of his shaft, feeling the band gripping tightly at his stallionhood. His upper shaft quickly grew numb and tingling, even with his hooves nudging and gripping his member up and down. He whinnied and look the nurse, as if pleading for his release, but nothing ever came out of his mouth. He sat still with his member pulsing naturally in his hoof, bobbing up and down as if the length would topple over at the banded site at any moment.

Nurse Sweetheart smiled and returned once she laid down her tools, gently stroking the stallion's dying member. "You're such a good sport, usually the others would be screaming and struggling against their restraints right now, but you've been a good obedient colt so far. Maybe I can give you a few quick strokes before I take your member off." She grinned and looked at the stallion's blueish member, admiring the texture and turgor as the blood slowly deoxygenate inside. She stroked her hoof up and down the shaft, knowing it was probably numb and painful for the captive right now. She looked up to Night Novel for a response, only to see the stallion biting his lips in discomfort and uttering quiet moans in the rhythm of her strokes.

Night Novel squinted his eyes as his captor stroked his member, feeling a sensation of pleasure amongst surges of pain radiating from his groin. Even though his member was growing numb, the pressure inside his upper shaft was still painful. The force of the castration band gripping at the base of his shaft amplified the nauseating pain growing from his groin and abdomen. But despite all these, he only lay there on his bed, occasionally peeping at his member that was growing more numb and blue every passing second.

Without any announcement, nurse Sweetheart prepared a syringe of anesthesia and returned to the stallion's groin. She swiftly pricked the syringe at the base of his banded shaft, emptying the liquid into the compartmentalized meat chamber. Night Novel watched the injection, feeling cold sweats running down his body from the ever-growing pain.

"Oh dear, don't you worry now," the nurse smiled as she comforted the stallion with her strokes, "Your shaft is coming along nicely. The color is turning as expected, and from your reaction, I think it's numb enough and ready. These are anesthetics to keep the pain at the minimum while I continue with my procedures." She continued to stroke the stallion with ounces of passion, reveling in the moans and whimpers from the stallion.

Night Novel continued to gaze at his stallionhood while the nurse stroked it, watching his former glory turned purple and limp. The meat in his shaft was slowly dying from the suffocation, and while it was still turgid from the blood trapped inside, it was losing its integrity and its hardness. The nurse has stopped stroking but running her hoof along the side of his shaft, letting it slowly droop halfway into a nice, flaccid but plump curve. But the hardest information to take in for Night Novel was the ever growing numbness. Perhaps it was the band or the injection or both, the nurse's touch grew more and more distant and faint as if his member was wrapped by layers and layers of leather. Very soon, even though he was looking at the nurse's hoof touching his shaft, he could feel nothing at all.

It was an alien sensation to him, watching his body parts being touched and handled but feeling nothing of it. In fact, he could feel nothing above the band at all. Usually, the cool air, slight breeze, his member bobbing would register at least some form of sensation, but he could feel absolutely nothing above the ring at the base of his shaft. He stared into his shaft, still attached to his body, knowing fully this was a part of him that he loved. But his senses were telling him there was nothing there, that the thing he was looking at was as alien and not part of him as a stone on the ground. The nurse's hoof traces the whole length from the tip to the base beyond the band, giving the stallion a reference. His sensation ends abruptly at the band as if his shaft ended right there as a stump. He tried to pulse his muscles, and nothing beyond his stump ever move. His shaft was as gone to his senses as if it has already been removed.

Nurse Sweetheart could see his wide eyes and constricted pupils, knowing that the stallion can feel no more. She grinned and deliberately squeezed between the band, letting the stallion feel the absence of his former glory and the stump he would be left. She bit her lips and whimpered slightly, thinking hard about her next move.

"You've been a good colt after all… I… I think I should treat you to something before we remove these gorgeous looking bits of yours," she said, standing up "well, at least I would really enjoy it, but you know, I hope you can get at least something out of this as well."

She said as she quickly undid her cap and blouse, haphazardly tossing it onto the ground. She bit her lips and gazed into the stallion's confused eyes as she climbed onto the bed, standing and leaning over him, gently rocking above. Unbeknownst to the stallion, however, the nurse was dripping on the stallion's numb member and gently grazing the folds along the drooping shaft. The mare silently moaned as she felt the cold, swollen meat brushing against her entrance. She reached down and rubbed the length on her folds with her hoof like a toy, looking at the stallion's confused reaction as she prodded the tip against her entrance. Night novel could feel nothing. He looked down and saw his member rubbing against the mare's nether, but apart from the tucking against his stump, he could feel nothing touching, as if the mare was just hovering above him. He could only watch and imagine what the mare's fold felt like on his dying shaft.

Lust began to build inside of both ponies, but while the mare was enjoying herself, the stallion had nothing to satiate it. He started to thrust his hips involuntarily. He could see the mare sitting her fold on his shaft, but it only felt like he was thrusting into the air. All he could feel was the heat and wetness dripping onto his stump, but his stump was too far and blocked by his member from touching the mare in front of her. Sweetheart gasped and moaned in front of him, which only added to the building lust of the stallion.

Teasing herself enough, the mare grabbed hold of the stallion's member and slowly pushed it inside her womb. The shaft was thick and bulgy and quickly stretched the mare as it entered. The shaft was turning colder every second, which contrasted the hot and needy tunnel of the mare. She gasped as she shoved the chilling toy inside her, feeling the dying meat exploring deeper into her cavity. Night Novel looked down and watched his member slowly slid into the mare, imagining what it would feel like if his still had his member functional. To his senses, his stump was all that was left of his member. To him, the mare was simply hovering her womb above his stumpy sex, as he silently waited for her to reach farther down enough. To make matters worse, Night Novel had never been with a mare before, and while he was not overworked by the idea of needing to try sex at least once — even though he would very much want to — it was very ironic for him to have his virgin sex right now as his stallionhood was banded and being taken away while he could feel none of it. He whimpered at the thought of never being able to feel what a mare's womb was like — and also his stallionhood soon being cut off — as the mare sighed and stopped just shy of the band with his stump just outside her flaps.

The mare, however, was filled with bliss. Although it was not allowed for the nurses to fornicate with the stallions while they were working, nurse Sweetheart could not help herself after a full day of work. The cold member was cooling her womb just like the girth and length was satiating her lust. She slowly started to bounce up and down on the stallion's shaft, feeling the length brushing against the walls of her inside. The dying shaft was filling her up, pushing deep into the mare's sensitive spot. Even so, her thrusts were just shy of the stallion's entire length, each plunge stopping just above the band. The stallion tried to thrust in rhythm to go in as far as possible, but he could only get his stump to graze the mare's clitoris maybe once or twice at best. He winced in frustration as he watched his member pleasuring the mare on top of him, while desperately trying to find something on the mare to look at to satisfy his needs.

Nurse Sweetheart panted and grinned, thrusting harder and faster, relishing the stallionhood she banded and was going to kill entering and exiting her leaking womb. She reached down and rubbed her clit with her hoof, accidentally touching the stallion's stump. Night Novel moaned and flexed from the much-needed stimulation, then looked back at her with longing eyes as the touch quickly subsided.

"H…heh, are you enjoying yourself? Unfortunately, you won't be able to feel much right now… but your stump should still work," the nurse rubbed her clit and grazed his stump once more, "That's all you'll be left, if you want to feel pleasure again, you'll have to learn fast… do you want me to teach you?"

Night Novel nodded, desperate for a release no matter the means.

"W…well, I can teach your stump to feel… but I can only do so once your member is removed… so, do you still want me to teach you, do you want me to remove your member?"

Night Novel nodded, more eagerly, blushing and feeling ashamed of his answer.

"W…well then, tell me you want to remove your member… tell me you want me to teach you how to feel pleasure with your stump."

Night Novel whimpered, wincing at his own obedience, "P…please, I want to remove my stallionhood. I want to feel pleasure with my stump…"

"G…good, good, " Sweetheart was ramming down on his shaft at this point, reveling in her own pleasure. She circled her clit steadily with her hoof, now also rubbing and pinching the stallion's stump, "T…tell me more, elaborate on that…"

"I… I need to have my member removed… it… it's better off my body than risking me being up to no good…" Night Novel moaned in disbelief from his submission, "I should feel pleasure with only my stump from now on, but please… please teach me how… It'll be of much better use for magic than giving me pleasure… I… can't wait to see it gone… p…please help me remove my member, nurse… please take it away already… a…anything… I really want release…"

Nurse Sweetheart moaned as she thrust against those words, rubbing furiously against her clit and the stallion's stump. The stallion hilted into the nurse's hoof, hoping to get as much stimulation as possible. Both moaned and heaved for a few more moments as Night Novel was getting close to the edge. Then abruptly, the nurse stopped and clenched up, juices squirting out from her stuffed womb and onto the stallion's crotch. She moaned as she rode her orgasm on the stallion's dead shaft, feeling the surge of pleasure flowing through her body. Eventually, she stepped down, her mare juice still dripping from her nether, leaving the stallion on edge and unsatisfied.

The nurse returned with a scalpel and held the bruised up shaft on her hoof. She carefully traced the incision with the back of the knife and looked up to the stallion, who was so close to release. Night Novel huffed and squirmed, looking down at the scalpel, knowing it was finally time. He was desperate for release, but he also knew the implication of it. He watched the scalpel circle his shaft that he could not feel, contemplating the fact that he is going to lose his stallionhood this very moment. Was this worth it? Was this just? What would happen if he could have been less of a coward and fought back for once, would things turned out different? His stump pulses on the edge of orgasm, and he would almost trade that for keeping his selfness intact.

"This is it, remove this and you'll be a better pony as a gelding. Remove this and you can cum naturally like a gelding should. So," the nurse grinned as she held her scalpel few lengths above the band, "Any second thoughts?"

"N…no, please, t…take it away… Please cut my member off so I can be a good pony… Anything… I want to cum like a gelding… I want to cum…"

And without pause, nurse Sweetheart presses the blade into the flesh, slicing off the layer of skin around the shaft. Her blade slit through first the skin then the inner fat, then the erectile tissues, then the nerves and urethra. The blood in the shaft has long coagulated from the seized circulation, leaving the procedure less messy than it could have been. With a few more cuts, the shaft toppled over into the nurse's hooves, leaving only a short stump behind.

Night Novel moaned as his shaft was completely severed, his hips thrusting involuntarily, his stump pulsing as he came from the sight of his member being completely removed. Nurse Sweetheart fondled his orbs while they were busy pumping seed for the newly made gelding, but the band was tight enough that the urethra was held closed. Night Novel rode his orgasm with only the nurse's squeezes on his orbs. His stump throbbed as it struggled to shoot its load. Only a dribble ever came out of the new opening, the rest of his unsightly seed was stuck inside the stump behind the band.

The nurse laid the freed stallionhood on the former owner's abdomen, while she inserted a catheter from the stump through the band into the remaining urethra. The stallion's load slowly filled the catheter, but none was able to dribble out. She sutured up the stump radially to leave a round nub, while the stallion heaved in his bed as his orgasm died down. The nurse examined the newly freed member, carefully suturing the stump at the base of the shaft to leave a nice round end as well. She fondled the severed shaft, rubbing it against the stallion's stump, pressing the two sutures together to revel in the sight of the shaft being removed. The stallion slowly perked up and looked down at his former piece of meat, seeing it come off again from the sutured stump. The nurse grinned and gave him the shaft, then went on tidying up her tools. The stallion held onto his member, examining it from a new perspective, mouth agape it in shock and disbelief. He brushed the stump remained on his groin and the shaft with his hooves, letting the fact that his stallionhood has really been cut off to sink in. Despite getting his release, he finally began to realize how much he wished for this to have come out differently. He wanted his member back, and he hated himself for not doing more to prevent all these from happening.

He examined his member closer, rotating it, squeezing it, bending it, and he flexed his stump as if he was flexing his now detached shaft. He laid his member on his chest and examined his stump, touching it, brushing it, squeezing it. The stump felt like the base of his shaft as always, but his hooves were able to brush over it without the rest of the shaft in the way. Just like when the sensation faded, everything beyond the stump's length has no sensation, but now it was for real, as there was nothing there to feel. He tried to rub his stump again, but with most of the shaft gone, the sensation was lacking and incomplete. The more he rubbed, the more his lust began to return, but just like before, he had no means of relieving it. He stopped and sighed, holding onto his member once more, silently saying his goodbyes before the nurse eventually took it away.

Nurse Sweetheart took Night Novel's former stallionhood and placed it on a cart. She excused herself with the tray and head out of the room, noting she will be back soon. Night Novel watched as his member being wheeled away. This would be the last time he saw it. It was a part of him, a part of his identity and dignity. And now it was removed and being taken away. No one knows where his member, and many more from other unfortunate stallions, would be taken to, and fewer would know what they were used for. Night Novel finally felt the sense of urgency and agony since his capture. Seeing part of him being cut off like meat and taken away to never be seen made him felt like a failure no less. Why did they have to cut off part of his body against his will? Why in all of a sudden, the once peaceful and harmonious Equestria has turned into this misandrist nightmare? He looked down at his still banded stump, the catheter oozing his undignifying semen. Only now did he finally felt a part of his body and soul was taken away. Not during his procedures, not during his sex, not during the many times he could have fought for escape, but now when everything is done, he felt he should have done something to protect himself. Night Novel the coward, he called himself, what a fitting title to a pony as pathetic and useless like him.

He felt a few tears seeping out of his eyes.

* * *

Of all this time, Rumble watched as the stranger sat through the procedure without an ounce of resistance. He watched as the stallion laid still while his member was banded and slowly died; he watched as the evil nurse took advantage of the stallion and hexed him into a begging pet. He watched as the stallion, now de-maled and degraded, sitting on his bed sobbing as he stared at his own stump for the longest time.

Of course, Rumble could not watch the entire thing at ease, the young colt could feel part of him broken as he watched the traumatic event unfold in front of his young, innocent eyes. He wept as his childhood was brought to an abrupt end this very day. His brother was gone, his parents sold him out, and he just witnessed an atrocious act of gore and obscenity played out right next to him. Why? He asked himself, why were all these happening? Was this all a joke? Was this a nightmare? Was this some sick fantasy that someone wrote without a care for its plot and its horrified characters? Rumble could not decide if it was fear or anger he was feeling at that moment. He was still petrified for the events to come, but he was furious at the person behind all these, the sick individual that was behind his misery. Perhaps he could not do much as a young colt, but he swore he will take revenge on the person behind all these. If no one, not his brother, not this stranger, would save him, he will.

Then suddenly, everything went black.

Author's Note

OH MY, what's gonna happen next? After two years of my incompetence, do I finally get to finish a story for once?

Sorry for the quality. I just want to give this thing a closure. Besides I'm not that good of a writer anyway.