The Castration Of Big Macintosh
Mr. and Mrs. Apple walk into Ponyville Medical Center with their new son, Big Macintosh. He was a beautiful young foal, and his parents were sure glad that he was going to make the family proud and buck a lot of apples. But, before this young new colt's life could begin, he had to go through a process that every young colt had to go through at that age. His parents told him it was all normal and every colt had to go through this; he was going to be castrated.
"It's perfectly normal" His parents said. "Every colt has to do it." His parents' encouragement didn't help his anxiety much. He still had this constant nagging feeling that he was walking in to the doctors' office today to lose something much more than just "a silly ol' private part that nopony needs." No, he knew it. He was losing a precious part of him. It could have been instincts or just knowledge about the birds and the bees, but he knew that this day would be his day. The day that belonged to him. The day that was going to change his life forever.
"Howdy there, Doctor Cherilee!" Said Mr. Apple. Big Macintosh gazed upon the surgeon. She seemed kind and innocent, but it seemed like she had a secret behind her; one that would get her fired if she told it. The Apple family all greeted Cherilee. "So, I suppose this procedure will go exactly as planned?" said Mrs. Apple, an anxious grin slowly forming on her face. "Dont you worry, Mrs. Apple. Everything will be just fine!" Cherilee smiled a spitful grin down at the frightened colt. "We'll have those nasty, useless nuts off you in a jiffy." The whole crowd laughed a light chuckle. The Apples, excluding Big Mac exited the room.
"It's just you and me, Big Macintosh. "Cherilee's sweet grin soon turned into a malicious scowl of hatred. "Just becuase you're a very special boy, I'll let you decide which one of those sinful devils goes off first." Big Macintosh accepted this and said timidly, "Uh... r-right one." Cherilee reached back for her tools and found what she was looking for. The emmasculator. "So, Big Mac, sit your rump down on that table and spread those legs!" Big Mac knew that he was in for it, so he laid on the table and bit his lower lip to try to handle the excruciating pain he knew was coming. "You know, it's all a very normal procedure. We can't have you colts running around, chasing mares and forcing them to give up their purity can we? Especially not when you creatures would inject your foul seed into them to make more nasty colts like you!" Cherliee laughed and stopped abruptly when she saw the sheer size of Big Macintosh's member. "Oh, so I guess THAT'S why your parents called you Big Macintosh?" She paused, as if expecting an answer. "No Ma'am."
Big Macintosh was nervous. He just wanted to get this over with. Cherilee tied the tournicet around Big Macintosh's balls. She would go one testicle at a time, just as every doctor should. Big Macintosh was conflicted. He knew in himself that it was wrong, but so many outside forces told him it was right. His parents, his Sex Ed. class, even Princess Celestia herself thought this law should be strictly enforced. He didn't srugle against Cherilee, much. He just accepted what was coming, and tried to fight off the pain. Cherilee gazed at Big Macintosh in a sultry way. "Don't worry. You'll be purified soon enough." She went right to work. No hesitation.
She sliced off Big Mac's right testicle like she was running a pair of scissors through paper. What happened next could only be described as the worst pain Big Macintosh would ever feel in his entire life. He let out a cry of agony as jet of blood escaped from where his right testicle used to be. Cherilee visibly enjoyed this. She even put her head down to his crotch to taste his blood. "Oh, I LOVE a stallion in pain! Do you love it, Big Macintosh!? The feeling of being purified!?!?" Cherilee's voice was excited, intense. "Eeeeeenope-!!!" he replied. "Then maybe you will feel purified when the other half comes off!!" She yanked on his left ball hard and donned a wicked sadistic grin a she quickly lopped off his second testicle.
Now He felt distressed. Like a crucial part of himself- no, his very purpose was whisked away from him now. The meaning for his existence was taken away like a babe from its mother; not like Cherilee would ever know, however. The idea of motherhood was abandoned long ago, here in Equestria. The mares had determined the stallions, and their sinful ways, a detriment to society long ago.
Cherliee put down her 'special scissors' and sat down in her seat. "...And now for, the grand finale!" Big Macintosh was puzzled as to what she meant. She has already taken away his masulinity; what else was there to take? "You see this Macintosh? This reserved for mares only! Your pain has made me hot, and the thought of another pitiful stallion being subdued and brought into the mares society makes want to just, UNGH-!!!" She rammed her front hooves up her vagina. Big Macintosh was so confused. He wasn't ready for this; he didn't know what was going on, so just sobbed. Sobbed for himself, for the ultimately doomed pony race, and for the future he would never have.
Big Mac was not conscious now. He had passed out from he pain. A common side-effect of the procedure. Cherille grinned at Big Macintosh's unconcious body. "I'm not the insane one! Every mare becomes aroused when castrating a colt. It just a sign that their silly sense of worth and power is gone, and that the the colts are inferior, and belong to us! All to us! It's the most beautiful feeling in the world. It's only fair; you were born a colt. You're just our little stupid plaything. All colts are inheritely evil. Don't you understand?" She pranced to the other side of the room, the clopping of her hooves echoeing throughout the room. She picked a flower from the vase across the room, using her mouth. She attempted to speak, despite the way she was holding the plant. "You see this flower? This is a mare. A beautiful, perfect mare. When I pluck a single petal, it becomes a mare that has been befouled by a colt. It is defected, incomplete, inpure. Now do you understand?" Big Macintosh nodded passively. "I guess you do."
The Apples walked back into the room. "Cherilee! I'm sure glad you took care of our son! I hope he wasn't a big handful! "Oh, don't worry. We had a lot fun didn't we, Big Macintosh?" Cherillee smiled at Big Macintosh in a suggestively. Big Macintosh rushed behind his parents in a cowrdly state. "Oh... did anything go wrong during the procedure?" Cherilee shook her head. "No, I bucked his apples in no time!" They all laughed, and the Apple family left the hospital, waving goodbye to Cherilee. Mrs. Apple leaned in close to Big Macintosh. "Do you feel better now, Big Macintosh? No more of those petty urges, no more of the silly desires for mares... don't you feel purified? Like a new colt?" "Eeyup, ma." He said, sighing."Eeyup."
