A Good Cause

by Alfons021

Rating: mature
Tags: Apple Fritter, Porn, Fetish, Tragedy, Non-consensual, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance
Length: 10964

Meadow finds himself in a pickle as the mating season arrives. His best friend, Buddy, suggests that they visit the donor clinic in town. At the other end of town, a mare from their childhood finds herself the apprentice and intern at this clinic

This story was Co-written by Alfons and Asteroid Tom (Artwork by: Lostdragon01)

Meadow finds himself in a pickle as the mating season arrives. His best friend, Buddy, suggests that they visit the donor clinic in town. At the other end of town, a mare from the two stallions' childhood finds herself the apprentice and intern at this clinic. As their paths cross once more, unforeseen consequences arise.

Story Contains: M/F, Magical Neutering/Gelding/Castration, Big Penis, Dubious Consent, Femdom, Mating, Impregnation, Friends to Lovers, and Romance.

Published 2024-09-01 06:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-09-01 06:10:00 UTC

A Good Cause

“So, Miss Apple Fritter, this is the clinic in which you will be working for the next few weeks.”

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Sir. Gaining medical experience is hard to come by in these remote provinces,” Apple Fritter smiled at the unicorn stallion before her. He was a kind elderly doctor, the very pony who owned this small clinic and the one who had taken pity on her in her moment of need.

Being a simple earth pony was tough in the medical field, especially coming from a heavily farming-focused area. With little education to show on her small resume, most clinics and major hospitals had declined her request to study as a medical student under them.

"Now, for the first week, you’ll take on the role of a simple assistant nurse. It's the early mating season, so we’ll have plenty of stallions coming to help out for our good cause," Apple Fritter walked beside him as he gave her a tour of the building.

It was small for even a clinic, yet what it did was important, a donation clinic at heart. In times of distress, plenty of blood would be donated, and organs were the most common donation, as more and more ponies were signing up as organ donors. But this was the spring season, so many of the rooms had been remodelled to fit such a time.

"The stallions will donate their essence down to the left of our main hall, and the mares will donate their eggs to the right. You will stand for overseeing the well-being of our stallion visitors. I’m sure they’d be ecstatic at seeing somepony as beautiful as you escorting them."

"You’re too kind, Sir, I’m just an earth pony trying to make a living."

“Nonsense, my dear. Any pony who’s willing to pursue further education for the betterment of all the ponies around them is worthy of praise.” The kind and elderly doctor gave her a pat on the shoulder, walking her over to the gear she’d be responsible for during this week.

“But, won’t my heat cause distress to our customers? I know you’ve sent all the clinic’s mare nurses on holiday for the season,” she added, concerned with her ever-growing needs. She was an earth pony, so her resolve was strong, but what about the stallions?

"I’ve hired part-time stallion doctors from the bigger cities, so don’t you worry, my dear. I’m sure you’ll be fine. You did specify in your resume that you’d be willing to fight through any obstacle, after all."

“But the smell?”

“No 'buts,' young lady. The stallions are here because they've smelled it too much already. There's no harm in having them smell it one last time before they go and do their business.” He chuckled lightly as she admitted defeat. She really needed this job.

She held back a sigh as she saw the cart he had stopped by. She had been expecting to learn medicine, but this looked more like cleaning supplies.

The stallion, noticing her look of dejection, let out a chuckle. “Yes, accidents do happen, and you might have to clean up the occasional spill. Thankfully, those are rare these days.”

He opened the top box of the cart, and it was indeed not filled with more cleaning supplies.

“Not since we invested in these.”

What met Apple Fritter’s eyes were several neatly stacked rows of square plastic packages. They were all blue. She must have seemed confused because he let out another chuckle.

“Never seen a condom before?”

The insinuation caused her yellow coat to blush. “I have,” she mumbled, not meeting his eyes. Why had she chosen to work in a clinic like this of all places? Oh right, because she had no other option if she wanted to finish nursing school.

“Anyway,” the stallion looked embarrassed, realising he might have offended her. “These are what keeps the floors clean in the donation rooms. They are specially enchanted condoms. Once a stallion puts his… essence in them, they will slip off, self-seal, and the seed can then be stored indefinitely with no need for freezing or other special accommodations. On top of that they’re also able to display information about what’s inside of them, for example what race the donor is, how much seed they've donated and of course it’s quality.”

“I see,” Apple Fritter lit up. That made sense. “So what is my job then?” She hoped she wouldn’t have to be involved in the actual filling of the condoms.

“Simple, you greet our donors, give them one of these condoms, and explain how they work. Then you lead them over to one of the free donation rooms and give him the space he needs to, you know, do the deed.”

The old stallion indicated a series of doors, all labelled with a sign that could be flipped to show vacancy. Currently, only one of them read: “Donation in Progress!” while the others appeared to be empty.

As they looked, the magical sign flipped from red to green and now read: “Free.”

“Ah, excellent timing,” her mentor commented. “After the stallion is done, you go in there, collect the donation, and reset the room for the next donor. That’s really all there is to it.”

As Apple Fritter nodded along to the explanation, the door opened, and out stepped two ponies. She immediately recognized Granny Smith and her cousin, Big Macintosh.

“I assume the product worked as intended?” the doctor asked.

“Sure did,” the elderly mare grinned. “His last donation was a huge one too.”

“Glad to hear it,” the doctor sounded pleased by the reply. “And how do you feel, big guy?”

The question was obviously directed at Big Macintosh, though to Apple Fritter's surprise, the normally so attentive stallion barely seemed to register it. Perhaps he was just embarrassed at having his privates discussed in front of his granny and cousin. The way he kept shifting his rear legs sure made it seem that way.

“He asked if yer feelin' alright,” Granny repeated the question, giving her distracted grandson a sharp elbow to the ribs.

That seemed to do it as he finally looked up and mumbled a surprisingly meek, “Yes, Granny.”

“Darn right,” she said. “Now let's get you back to the farm.”

The large stallion nodded and lumbered past Apple Fritter and the doctor without seeming to really notice them.

Granny, meanwhile, followed with a satisfied grin on her face. She did pause in front of the pair though. “Nice tah meet you, Apple Fritter.”

“You too,” Apple Fritter gave her relative a polite curtsy. After all, it was the elderly mare's connections that had landed her this job.

Granny nodded at the sign of respect and then turned to the doctor.

“You take good care of this un, doc. Ah upheld mah end of the deal after all.”

“But of course,” he replied. “I was just showing her around. Your grandson's donation will be the first of many she will collect.”

“Ah guess you all might as well get some use out of it,” she grumbled while turning to leave. Then she seemed to remember something and turned back towards Apple Fritter. “Yer in heat now, isn't that right?”

The blunt question took the younger mare by surprise, and she felt herself blush as she stammered out a reply.

“Y-Yes. Why do you ask?”

Granny grinned mischievously, her eyes following where the big stallion had just walked right past them. “Just checkin'.”

And with that, she was off, hurrying to catch up to her grandson as fast as her frail old legs could carry her.

“What was that all about?” Apple Fritter asked the doctor, curious about the weird encounter with her family members.

“Oh, nothing you need to concern yourself with,” the old doctor assured her. “We've been testing a few new products for the season, and she graciously volunteered her grandson to try one of them out.”

“I see,” Apple Fritter replied, quite sure that she didn't want to know the details about how her lug of a cousin was getting off.

“Anyway,” the doctor said, his professional tone back. “I think it's time you got started on your tasks for the day.”

He nodded at the donation room, which now likely held some of her cousin's contribution, and only the stars knew what new toy he had been using to produce it.

“What do I do again?” she asked, now feeling less sure about her new job than before.

“You go in there and retrieve the donation, then place it on your cart.” The old stallion looked slightly impatient to have to repeat himself. “And if the room is messy, you tidy it up for the next donor.”

“Got it, thanks,” Apple nodded, pushing the door open and peering inside.

What met her eyes was a very tiny room. All it contained was a rather uncomfortable-looking bench, a tiny table, and not much else. She could smell the faint musk of her cousin lingering in the air, but luckily, nothing that would require cleaning. What truly caught her eye, though, was the filled condom resting on the table. It was massive and full to the brim. Her cousin's name was written onto it, together with the text: Fertile Pony Semen, an imprint of his cutie mark and a fertility tier bar that went from SSS to D, with the donation landing at a solid SS.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what the thick white liquid was, though Apple Fritter would never have guessed that a stallion could produce so much. In her limited experience with past coltfriends, the stuff tended to come in quantities that could be measured in mouthfuls. The load her cousin had left, on the other hoof, looked like it might be measured in litres.

She reached out and touched the latex. It was still warm with Big Macintosh's body heat, and as she hefted the weight, she really couldn't fathom how it had all come from one stallion.

“Maybe that's what the new product he was testing did,” she mumbled to herself. “Doc did say that the condoms were enchanted, so maybe this new one squeezes more juice out of your apples or something?”

Though looking at the sheer volume of it, she doubted that. Even if her cousin was bigger than average beneath the tail, there was no way he'd have anything left in the tank after a load like this.

“Probably magic,” she grumbled before picking it up in her mouth. If the condom could keep the sperm virile for years, it could probably triple the amount of it as well. This is why unicorn spells always complicate things.

…..

Apple Fritter was grateful that the old doctor managed to keep a professional face as she emerged from the donation room.

As an earth pony, the only way she'd been able to carry the sample was by using her teeth. She must have looked hilarious as she trotted out with that huge bag of sperm dangling from her mouth, so big she had to strain her neck to keep it from dragging across the floor.

“Well done,” he commented, and then, as if to rub it in, effortlessly took the filled condom orb from her by enveloping it in his magic and letting it float lazily through the air. “Now it has a lot of info on it, but I’d still like for you to write the date and the donors name down on this piece of paper, and then put it here in your cart.”

Apple watched as he opened another compartment and dumped the cum-filled thing into it.

“You'll be able to keep around 20 donations in here,” he explained. “Once it gets full, or at the end of your shift, you leave it in the storage room and grab another cart. I'll have one of the more experienced staff take care of it after that.”

“Sounds simple enough,” Apple said once she was sure there were no more instructions to come. “You can count on me.”

“Glad to hear it,” the old stallion smiled. “I’ll let you get started then.” He turned to leave. "I'll be in my office if you have questions, or you can ask one of the other doctors."

*****

“I’m telling you, this is the best idea I’ve ever come up with!” Buddy walked jauntily beside Meadow Song. With most of the farming work and other tasks around town covered, Buddy had decided for them to go on a walk.

“I still think it’s wild and completely out of our field. I mean, to donate something of such importance... What about the foal who will never know their sire?” Meadow was more old school than most in this field, but that’s what made talking with Buddy so much fun.

“Meadow, come on. They might not end up knowing who their sire is, but who cares. Think about the money! They pay quite the amount of bits for just one donation.” The Pegasus jumped in front of him, a joking rich-man-look on his face as he explained his reasons.

“You really want those tickets to that Wonderbolt show, don’t you?”

“Eyupp, but they pay more than what those tickets cost. I was thinking of perhaps inviting out a certain mare I’ve had my eyes on. A nice dinner would surely swoop her off her hooves.”

“You and your love for Parasol man… So you really don’t care that your very own foals — a foal that is made from your love essence — will never be in your care?” Meadow was a little concerned for his friend.

“You think too much, Meadow. I might not be the sire in their life and watch them grow. Even so, think of the ponies who aren’t able to. We will be helping them start families!” Buddy jumped in the air, spreading out his wings to make a small flip.

“You do have a point there. I guess those infertile ponies deserve a chance at parenting too,” Meadow pondered out loud. The two sat down on a bench to rest near the edge of Ponyville, the spring season in full swing as the weather was getting warmer.

“Buddy, I was thinking. Yes, it’s a good idea in terms of helping other ponies in becoming parents... but wouldn’t this make us lesser as ponies, to do something dirty like this?” Meadow leaned back, looking up at the Pegasus above changing the weather.

“You’re really too old school, Meadow. It’s alright to crank one out every now and then. Listen, I won’t force you if you don’t want to. However, if it makes you feel like less of a proper pony, then I won’t do it either.”

“There are still weeks until we get paid for our work this month, Buddy. What about that air show? Would you really be okay with missing it just because of me?” Meadow looked at his friend suspiciously. His relaxed demeanour wasn't fitting for a Wonderbolt conversation.

“You’ve always been focused on keeping face, Meadow. To go and ruin your reputation with something like this wouldn’t seem right, but... at least think it over, would you?”

“I... of course I’ll think it over. It’s just that donation to such a cause... I know it’s a good cause, but is it a morally good one?” The two leaned back on the bench, relaxing in the warming sun and the cold spring air.

“You know the clinic isn’t just for that. You can also donate blood and sign yourself up for donating your body when you pass away. I know my grandparents and parents have all signed up to have their bodies help other ponies when they pass on to the afterlife.”

“You Pegasus bunch, always in front of the curve compared to the rest of us.”

“Don’t make it sound like that!” Buddy tapped Meadow's shoulder, giggling at his friend's dark humour. “Unicorns came up with it, and if the rumours about Granny Smith forcing her own family to sign up for the organ donation thing are true, then I’d say the times are shifting, even here in this little town of Ponyville.”

“Granny Smith is an outlier; she always does such weird things that baffle us. At times she’s out of this world old school, and at other times she’s asking for progress not even unicorns in Canterlot had seen coming.” The two giggled at that; Granny truly was a mystery to them.

“Tell you what, Buddy, if you can promise me a good cover-up story in case others spread rumours about our little visit to the donor clinic, then I’d be willing to join you.” The premise regarding donating seemed less and less like an issue the more they talked, he thought.

“Really, all I have to do is make sure you keep face by coming up with a cover-up story?”

“Eyupp, shouldn’t be too hard with how full of yourself you can be. Just don’t go over the top; it’s not like we’re helping a king with his infertility issues,” Meadow joked, laughing with his friend about such an absurd thought.

“Alright, pinkie promise. I’ll come up with a good reason for us to go donate, and in return, you make sure to keep your schedule open.”

“My schedule? When do you plan on us visiting the clinic anyway?”

“Later today if possible, near their closing time. Then we won’t have to worry about getting spotted by others,” Buddy explained, as the two stood up to continue their morning walk.

“Good thinking there,” Meadow gave Buddy a hoof bump, sealing the deal for the later adventure. As they entered the city of Ponyville itself, a distinctive smell became stronger.

“Mating season. I guess that explains the bonus they give to ponies who donate early in the estrus period,” Buddy explained in a whisper, not wanting to draw the eyes of nearby ponies.

“Ahhh, so that’s why you want those bits. Planning on getting your spear dirty, mister good-looking bastard?” Meadow held back a laugh, his playboy friend embarrassed.

“Why you little,” Buddy said, jumping up to ruffle his hair playfully. “I’m just a natural charmer, alright? No reason to make me sound like an old school jock.” The two continued their walk in silence, yet the air grew thicker. Before reaching the crosswalk where they needed to split up, Meadow looked at Buddy with a slight tint under his fur.

“Might not be a bad idea… just come up with a story quick,” Meadow said through gritted teeth, his hormones on fire as his nature was slowly taking over. Perhaps letting off some steam via donation wasn’t such a bad idea again, the earth pony deduced mentally.

“Just try to keep it in until tonight, my friend. But for now, let's just try to survive this season and avoid getting jumped by an eager mare.” The two stallions laughed openly in the empty clearing, exchanging another hoof bump before departing toward their own houses. Buddy walked towards his house in Ponyville, while Meadow walked towards Apple Acres.

*****

The clock was 20 minutes past seven when they finally met up back in Ponyville, Meadow trotting as he'd been caught up with washing dishes after dinner. For once, Buddy had been the one to arrive early, as he'd been eager to let off some steam and get away from his BFF, Parasol. The girl was in season, and he didn't want to jump the gun before he could ask her out for dinner.

"Just so we're clear on this, it's a one-time thing, Buddy," Meadow whispered as they started walking through Ponyville in the dark, music and noise audible from some shops and houses, their hoofsteps the most prominent sound outside of their quiet whispering.

"A one-time thing, why only once?"

“I get that this is a good cause, but I’m really only doing this because I’m single, backed up, and because you, of all ponies, got me convinced that this is for the greater good.” Looking back and forth between the dark alleyways, Meadow leaned closer to his friend. “And, because I’m really hoping to find a mare to marry and have children with, okay.”

“Scared of her figuring out you might have sired more than a few foals out of wedlock?” A small nod came from his farm stallion friend; Buddy was amused at Meadow's way of thinking. Meadow wasn’t a part of the Apple Family, but he was close to them, both personally and in his way of thinking, as he’d grown up in the vicinity of Apple Acres.

“Aren’t you rushing things a little? You know, normally one would go for a few years of dating before solidifying the thing, and here I thought I was the playboy.” Meadow laughed at that, the pair continuing on and out of Ponyville towards the clinic.

“This’ll be the last time I donate like this. Next season I’m definitely going to have found somepony, hopefully I'll already be a dad by that time.”

“Do you have anypony in mind?”

“You know who! By Luna herself, I’m fairly certain Apple Fritter is the only one who doesn’t know.” Buddy gave his friend a playful hit on the shoulder, giving him an assuring smile.

“She’ll figure it out sooner or later, but you know, you could just be direct and tell her that you wish to start a relationship with her,” Buddy pointed out, the clinic appearing in the distance.

“Right… listen, I’ll invite her out once you grow a pair to invite out Parasol, deal?”

“Deal!” Buddy bumped his friend's hoof, smiling smugly to himself as he was thinking of just when to ask Parasol out, and get his stubborn friend to finally confess as well.

…..

The clinic loomed in the evening gloom. Normally, it was not an imposing sight at all, just another building in the small town, easily ignored.

Today, however, Meadow and his friend were heading inside. He was tempted to chicken out, but he could just imagine Buddy's smug grin if he did, so he soldiered on.

It seemed like they had arrived just as the place was closing down; even the receptionist's desk was empty. What awaited them instead, or rather who, made Meadow's heart sink.

Fuck! He swore internally. Of all the ponies he could bump into here, it just had to be her! Literally the one pony he really didn't want to know about his visit to the clinic, and here she was.

“Meadow?” Apple Fritter asked, her eyes widening in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I...eh…” Meadow stammered, feeling a blush spreading across his cheeks as he tried to come up with an explanation for why he was here that didn't involve the actual truth.

Before he could come up with anything better than: “It's not what it looks like!”, which certainly wouldn't have helped things, Buddy came to the rescue.

“Why we're here to donate, of course,” he said, putting a brotherly wing around Meadow's barrel, the traitor!

Apple Fritter seemed even more surprised as she looked between the two stallions. “You mean…?” A blush that very much matched Meadow's own now adorned her cheeks as well. Even through the choking embarrassment, he couldn't help but notice how cute she looked.

“Yeah,” Buddy continued, still utterly shameless. “I dunno if you've noticed, but the mating season has started.”

He gave the mare a meaningful grin, as if they weren't all three painfully aware of the smell emanating from her rear.

Meadow felt like punching his friend as he watched the mare he loved tuck her tail between her legs, a look of shame on her beautiful muzzle.

“Shut up!” he said instead, giving his friend an angry look.

“What?” Buddy removed his wing and made a calming gesture with it. “That is why we’re here, isn't it? To help out the mares struggling with the heat.”

Meadow couldn't really argue with him there; it was why they had decided to donate their seed. Well, that and the money, and he wasn't about to admit that to Apple Fritter.

“Why, it's practically our civic duty as young and virile stallions,” Buddy continued.

“Okay, I get it,” Apple Fritter cut him off. “It's really nice that you're helping out, both of you,” she said, that last part with a lingering look on Meadow.

“You're welcome.” Meadow couldn't help but keep a smile off his muzzle. He really hoped he'd read that look correctly. Could she really be into him as well? He really hoped so!

“Yeah, we're really nice like that,” Buddy butted in. “Always happy to lend a hoof to a mare in need.” A shit-eating grin on his face as he mimicked just what he meant by a helping hoof.

Before Meadow could tell him to shut up, his self-appointed wingman further embarrassed him by leaning in and giving a conspiratorial whisper that was easily loud enough for the mare to overhear.

“Looks like you have somepony here who really wouldn't mind a helping hoof, if you know what I mean.”

Apple Fritter definitely understood what he meant. The blush that had so far been limited to her cheeks spread across much of her yellow coat, and she looked away, no longer able to meet Meadow's eyes. However, the way she shifted her rear legs spoke volumes about how accurate the statement had been.

“S-sorry,” she stammered out, still blushing furiously. “I'm not allowed to take donations on the job.”

“Well, I am,” she hurried to correct herself, looking up for a brief second. “But, you know, not that way. Sorry.”

The way she looked at Meadow as she said that part made his heart throb. And honestly, not just his heart.

What she said next utterly floored him, well, metaphorically.

“Maybe you could…” she mumbled, looking at his hooves, too shy to meet his eyes. “We could meet up after I clock out, and… you could give me a donation.”

Meadow couldn't believe his ears as he looked at the mare of his dreams. Did she just offer what he thought she did?

Their eyes met as she eventually gathered the courage to look up, and she nodded.

“Get a room, you two!” Buddy snorted, always happy to ruin a beautiful moment.

“You get one!” Meadow tore his eyes away from Apple Fritter to bark at his so-called friend.

“I'm already on it,” the Pegasus grinned back. He lifted his wing to show a blue square held between his primaries.

“Don't worry,” he said as the mare who actually worked there glared at him. “I've done this before.”

Once more showing off his utter lack of shame, he dug into the cart full of condoms next to the mare.

“Hey, look, they have pink ones,” he said, holding up a square, identical to the condom he held, save for its colour. "Probably means they're small enough to fit your pencil dick, Meadow."

“Actually!” Apple Fritter shot back. “I think the pink ones are bigger. I saw Big Macintosh use one earlier today, and I haven't seen any other stallions use them since.” She looked over and gave her fellow earth pony a wink. “So I think it's perfect for a stud like Meadow here.”

Meadow couldn't resist a smug grin of his own as he marched over and took the pink condom from his friend's wing.

“Looks like I'm the bigger stallion after all,” he boasted, knowing full well that his Pegasus friend couldn't match him for size.

“That's not…” Now it was Buddy's time to blush with embarrassment, about damn time. “You know what, screw you. I bet I'm ten times more virile than you, mud horse.”

Meadow just chuckled. “You're on, featherbrain. If your donation is bigger than mine, then I'll eat Applejack's hat.”

“Deal!” Buddy's face was still flushed, but he looked determined as they shook hooves. He then marched off to occupy one of the empty rooms.

“So…”

It was then that Meadow remembered there was another pony present. He sheepishly turned to look at his crush.

“Sorry about that,” he apologised. “Buddy and I can get a little competitive.”

Thankfully the mare didn't look upset at all as she replied. “It's okay,” she said and then admitted. “It was kinda hot actually.”

Meadow couldn't believe his ears. “Really?” He asked, staring at the excited mare.

“Yeah,” she said, her tail wagging, wafting even more of her enticing smell towards his nostrils. “Tell you what,” she said, boldly stepping closer. “If your donation is bigger than his…” she whispered, leaning in painfully close and making his heart race. “I'll let you take me out for a date, and then afterwards…”

It was a testament to just how much he wanted it that he was able to breathe out a “Yes?”

“Then I'll let you take me home and rut me until the heat passes.”

“Deal!” Meadow didn't care if he sounded overeager; this was too good to resist!

He hurried off into one of the donation rooms, eager to get this part of the night over so he could spend the rest of it with Apple Fritter.

…..

“They could at least have decorated the room a little…” Meadow commented. The walls around him left nothing visually appealing to enjoy, and the bench was even less inviting.

“Well, better get this going then,” he said a little too enthusiastically as he thought back to his dream mare asking him out and even inviting him home to rut, during the season no less.

The pink condom lay before him; in all honesty, he kind of wished he had tried to look for a bigger one. “Have I regretted joining Buddy… Nope!”

He giggled when thinking about it, sounding like Big Macintosh in this sort of glory moment. Knowing that he'd claim a mare before Apple Fritter’s cousin could.

“Wait, she’d seen Big Mac donate?!” Fear filled his veins, the thought of getting humiliated by Apple Fritter's own family quite possibly an option.

“Do I… no, no, better not mention him at all when I return,” he shook his head, finding it wisest to simply forget about the bigger stallion visiting the clinic.

“Who'd even convinced him, I thought he was a stubborn traditionalist,” Meadow wondered, pushing himself to think for longer as he didn’t actually want to donate now.

“Probably Granny Smith; that mare can convince anypony to follow her.” A smile grew on his lips at the thought of his soon-to-be family member bullying a much larger stallion.

Picking up the condom again, Meadow inspected it slowly. It was like any other condom he’d ever seen at the grocery stores, the only difference being the warning on the backside.

“One Time Use, exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark.” He couldn’t help but laugh; he’d seen instructions popping up on lots of products recently. He and his other farming friends blamed the youngsters for producers not trusting the customers.

“Of course it's a one-time use, you dummies. Who in their right mind would use the same condom twice?” Opening it up, Meadow stretched out the latex to fit over his flare.

“Celestia above, just who designed these.” Stretching it slowly down his half-flaccid length, Meadow found the fit snugger than… Well, he didn’t really have anything to compare it to since he was a virgin, but he thought it much tighter than most likely any mare.

“What the?” When the latex hit the base of his pride, a pink magic surrounded his package.

“Just what have those unicorns now been up t-” The words were caught in his throat as the feeling of a tight mare surrounded his flare.

“Forget all I said, keep going.” Closing his eyes, Meadow imagined the magic stimulating him to be Apple Fritter herself, the tight and warm feel of a female filling his imagination.

“I’ll be with you soon, my love.” The lack of heat pheromones in the air was disappointing. However, Meadow wasn’t discouraged as his hips started thrusting into the air.

The spell read his mind as it started simulating a mare's presence beneath him. For each thrust forward and back, his dick was covered in a layer of heat and snugness.

He found it hard to stay quiet, his mouth opening up to let out moan after moan. “This… doesn’t count!” he noted, not wanting this to feel quite like him losing his v-card.

A whinny escaped from deep within him, pressure on his balls growing from the spell with every passing second.

“S-shit!” Seed exited his flare, his body spurting it out as if it had a will of its own. His flare remained at its resting state, weirdly not expanding when his balls drew closer to his body.

Meadow’s humping increased in speed, with his mind drifting off into wonderland. The image of Apple Fritter’s moist sex appearing before him. He wanted to fill her, breed her, and claim her as his broodmare.

“Stupid Buddy!” By Celestia, he was happy that Apple Fritter had warmed up to him, whether that be because of the heat or love he didn’t quite know. His friend had almost ruined any and all chances he’d had with her with that stunt of his.

He clenched his teeth, another clench around his balls pulling him back to his daydream. Smaller but steady spurts exiting him as the first had, no flare but plenty of seed.

“Just make me cum already!” Meadow protested. The spell both made him release more seed than necessary but also extended his torment, milking him more akin to a female yak than a pony stallion.

He moved slowly but surely closer to his climax as more of his jewels were touched by the pressure and squeezing. He felt not just the outer but also inner parts of his masculinity being drained. Meadow let out a tear as he was milked for all he was worth.

"Here I come, my love," he declared as his flare swelled to its full size, resembling more a dinner plate than a stallion's anatomy at that moment.

"Bear my foals," he roared internally, attempting to muffle his voice, not wishing for Buddy and Apple to overhear how the condom had enhanced his most intense orgasm.

With each surge exciting his flare, a tight pull gripped his balls, causing a mix of excitement and discomfort, almost as if Applejack herself was stepping on his most sensitive area.

"How long is this going to last?" he protested through clenched teeth, his legs trembling as if he had been struck in his most prized region.

Feeling the tightness slowly dissipate, Meadow attempted to rise to his hooves, only to end up face-planting onto the floor. "Stupid... condom," he muttered in frustration.

As he looked down, Meadow observed the condom slipping off his now spent member, sealing itself magically before rolling away.

"Did all that come from me?" Meadow marvelled at the copious amount of seed, surpassing even his experience during 'no nut November' with Buddy. He sensed warmth emanating from it, half a body's length away. Despite spotting text on the condom, his teary eyes prevented him from deciphering it.

No sooner had his trembling subsided, before he heard a heavy knock on the door. It sounded authoritative, most likely indicating Buddy's completion before him.

A blush crept up his muzzle; while he may have lasted longer, the thought of Apple Fritter and Buddy waiting for him to finish felt like a humiliation he would never fully live down. Trotting sounds were audible from outside, followed by a lighter set of hoof knocks.

"When you're finished with... you know what, you can meet up with Buddy at the reception," she said, before walking off to the side and opening another door, presumably to retrieve Buddy's sample while allowing him to exit.

…..

"So?"

As Meadow approached the clinic reception, he was greeted by Buddy's triumphant grin. He had slipped out while Apple Fritter was occupied in the adjacent room collecting Buddy's donation. Despite having made a substantial one himself, Meadow felt oddly insecure.

"So, what?" he countered, feeling his rear legs shift uncomfortably.

"So," Buddy reiterated. "How impressive was your donation?"

"It was good," Meadow responded, finding himself keeping his tail tucked for some reason. Perhaps the intense orgasm had left him completely drained and in need of recovery time?

"Just 'good'?" Buddy's grin widened. "Not top-tier then?"

Sporting a very smug expression, the Pegasus stallion revealed an object he had been concealing beneath his wing and dangled it in front of Meadow's face.

What dangled from Buddy's outstretched wing closely resembled Meadow's own contribution left in the donation room, but this one was blue and noticeably smaller.

"Wait..." the earth pony exclaimed, realisation dawning on him. "You didn't leave your donation with Apple Fritter?"

"Relax, she can have it," Buddy dismissed the accusation with a wave of his free wing. "I just couldn't resist gloating that I won our bet. Hopefully, Applejack won't be too upset about her hat."

Now it was Meadow's turn to grin slightly as he took in the filled condom, if filled could even be applied. It looked to only be a mouthful or two or so of liquid. Nowhere near as much as he’d delivered, his own having reached possibly a litre in volume if he had to guess.

"Yeah, you definitely lost, Buddy. That's nowhere near what I delivered."

“What do you mean?” The Pegasus whinnied, not ready to admit defeat. He shook the latex condom again, revealing the text that had appeared on it. “It says 'quality is A' on mine. Can't get any higher than that.”

As Meadow looked closer, he saw that Buddy’s name was indeed there, accompanied by the text "Fertile Pegasus Semen," and a highly detailed imprint of a three four-leaf clover cutie mark. The tier bar beside it had landed on the top tier, with the A tier highlighted to indicate the valued donations, but it didn't matter, Meadow reminded himself.

“That wasn't the bet,” he corrected. “We bet on quantity, not quality.” And he knew he had definitely won that one.

“Oh yeah?” Buddy shot back, finally lowering the condom. “Well how big was yours?”

“About this much,” a feminine voice replied before Meadow could. It seemed Apple Fritter had snuck over while they were too busy bickering, and she had brought the proof.

“Wha…. daaaamn!” Buddy's jaw dropped as he took in the condom resting on Apple Fritter's cart. It was easily five times as big as his own pitiful donation. The fact that it was pink didn't help his sense of inferiority either.

“Told you,” Meadow grinned and moved to let his side brush against Apple Fritter's. It was time to gloat and claim his reward. The shiver that ran down the mare's spine at his touch further emboldened him. “And since I'm the bigger stud between us, I think it's time I claim my date for this season... and hopefully the rest of my life,” he said, flirtingly letting his tail brush against her cutie mark.

He absolutely revelled in the reactions as the mare of his dreams let out a happy sigh, and his best friend, but also most bitter rival, stared furiously at them.

“I don't know how you did it,” Buddy grumbled, “But you must have cheated. There's just no way a stallion could produce that much cum, not even if you put their balls through a juice press!”

Meadow felt a twinge between his legs at the comment. Was that what had happened? He'd felt a few hard pinches as the condom gripped him. Whatever, he thought to himself. It had worked, and it was easily worth that little bit of pain to not only win against Buddy but also finally score a date with Apple Fritter.

“I guess I'm just that much more of a stallion than most,” he said, feigning humility.

“I'll say,” Apple Fritter spoke up, her tail moving to brush against Meadow's bushy tail. “I told you Big Macintosh already left a load this big earlier today, so I guess my new coltfriend is as much of a hunk as he is.”

With that, she practically draped herself over Meadow as his heartbeat raced in response. Coltfriend?! This evening was really shaping up to be the best of his life.

The best of his life so far, he reminded himself as he felt Apple press her body against his, the scent of her aroused sex filling his nostrils. The best was yet to come. However, it seemed like Buddy was still intent on ruining the beautiful moments.

“Whatever, dude!” Buddy grumbled, dumping the condom with his donation on the cart. It looked tiny next to Meadow's, which seemed to only further enrage the stallion. “Besides, yours is a goddam D-tier donation. You might have donated more, but I’d say it’s worthless if quality isn’t considered... And get a room, you two!” With that, he stormed out of the building, leaving his best friend to enjoy the company of his new marefriend.

Before Meadow could take their cuddling to the next level, however, Apple Fritter sighed and let go of her grip around him. “You should go after him.”

The very idea made Meadow snort. Why would he rush after his sore loser of a friend when he could stand here and embrace the most beautiful earth pony mare in town? “Not a chance,” he proclaimed, reaching out to run a hoof along her back.

She seemed to like that a lot, leaning into his touch and biting her lip, but she also shook her head. “We can't, not yet,” she panted, sounding as disappointed as he felt.

“Why not?” Meadow whined but removed his hoof. He wasn't going to jeopardise his chances with Apple Fritter by not respecting her boundaries.

“Oh, I want to, but not at work,” she confirmed, softening the rejection. “It took me so long to get this job. I don't want to risk losing it because I can't wait until I get off to… get off.”

“That's fair; I can wait,” Meadow said, pushing his impatience to the back of his mind. “When can I help you get off then?”

The joke seemed to have worked, the mare let out a soft chuckle before meeting his eyes again. They were just as filled with lust as before, but now there was a steely determination in them as well.

“In an hour,” she swallowed, and he swore he could hear a moist wink. “So you might as well go home. As pent up as I feel now,” she panted, “I think we'll skip the date and go straight for the fun stuff.”

There wasn't much that could have made Meadow step away from a mare in such heat, but the promise to properly rut her later was one of them.

“Okay,” he agreed, taking a few steps back to create some space between them.

“Good,” she said, licking her lips, even as a soft moan escaped. “Now get out before I do something that gets me fired.”

Meadow did as he was told. “You know where I live,” he reminded her as he left for home, feeling the need for a long cold bath and, of course, to make his bed, along with anything else he could do to make her impending visit even more perfect. He was pretty sure he had some scented candles somewhere, and could probably scrounge up a bottle of wine.

*****

Apple couldn’t stop smiling as she wheeled the cart over to the reception. She might have just found a stallion to help alleviate her needs, and one who was a pretty great pony at that. Perhaps it could develop into something more. Eyeing the size of Meadow’s load again, she felt a thrill run down her spine. Realising that she should borrow some condoms from the clinic, or their relationship might become permanent a bit too early, whether she liked it or not. She couldn’t just grab a few off the cart, as it would be quite dull if Meadow ended up filling the condom before he could even enter her. Surely this place must have some regular ones available as well? Thus, she resolved to ask the Doctor once her shift was completed.

The wait was rather agonising, especially since no more donors came in, which wasn't surprising given how late it was getting. Through the clinic’s windows, she could already see the illuminated streetlights. She spent the time trying to relax, utilising several cups of water and some meditative techniques she had learned from her friend Tree Hugger. It took some effort, but it worked. By the time the clock chimed the end of her shift, she was as calm and collected as any pony could be, eagerly anticipating some relief with her new beau.

“I think that’s enough for the day, well done Apple Fritter,” came an elderly voice from behind.

She spun around to see the Doctor emerging from his office, now dressed in more casual clothing, having left his white coat inside. He appeared ready to head home.

“Oh, it was a really nice day,” she assured him. Well, it wasn’t a lie. She’d genuinely enjoyed being able to assist ponies, even if it wasn't in a field she wanted to work in long-term. Meeting Meadow had been the highlight of the day. She looked forward to picking up where they’d left off.

“Glad to hear it,” he said, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder as he moved to inspect her cart. “My, looks like a lot of donations today. Well done.”

Apple Fritter beamed at the praise, although suspecting it had more to do with the mating season than anything she had personally accomplished. However, her pleasant moment shifted to concern as the Doctor froze, his smile vanishing into a frown as he observed the cart holding the results of her first work day.

“Why is there a pink condom here?” he asked. “I wasn’t aware we had any more geldings today.”

“Geldings?” Apple stared at the Doctor, the unusual word puzzling her in the otherwise good moment as she was about to go home. “Is that who the pink condoms are for?”

That didn't make sense when she thought about it. The colours, sure, blue for stallions, pink for non-stallions… but why would a gelding donate? How would they even be able to do so? A mounting realisation started to overwhelm her when she realised the only pink condoms she had seen had been filled with much more than the regular blue ones. Filled with far more than a healthy stallion should be able to produce, she realised now. Could that be because those condoms squeezed out everything?

The doctor must have seen the dawning horror on her face, for he shook his head and sighed, “Didn’t I tell you to only use the blue condoms?!”

So it was true? Apple felt sick. Had she just accidentally… gelded her new coltfriend? Before they could even consummate the relationship?

“Why do we even have those condoms?” she burst out. It was so unfair, how would she have known? This was so irresponsible to place fucking gelding instruments among the regular use items!

“For a variety of reasons,” the doctor shot back, though his face soon softened. “If you calm down a bit, I'll explain.”

“Calm down!” she practically shouted.

“Yes, calm down,” the doctor replied firmly. “You're panicking. Why don't you sit down and take a few deep breaths and I'll bring you some water, hm?”

Apple Fritter wanted to protest, but the doctor was right, her knees were weak and she was hyperventilating. She gently let herself collapse against a nearby wall, letting it take her weight as she focused on getting her breathing under control. It wasn't easy, given the weight of what she had just done, but she tried.

The glass of water helped too, and she greedily guzzled it down while the doctor watched.

“There there,” he said, giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder.

The gentle assurance in his voice helped to further reduce the tension in the room and she finally looked up to meet his eyes. A dozen questions fighting for answers in her gaze.

The doctor let out a sympathetic sigh and began talking.

“From your reaction I'm guessing the gelding that donated didn't want to be one?” he said, nodding at the cart with the offending pink condom on it.

Apple shook her head, feeling a few tears threaten the corners of her eyes.

“That's unfortunate,” the stallion agreed, “but what's done is done.” He met her gaze and shook his head, squashing any false hope she might've still had. “I’m sorry but that stallion is now good and gelded for life. There's nothing we can do about that.”

Apple Fritter nodded. She hadn't really believed the liquified remains could be restored anyway, but it was still hard to hear the finality of Meadow's castration.

She watched as the doctor lifted the condom and inspected it closely.

“If it's any comfort, this pony wasn't much of a breeding stallion to begin with.”

Apple felt anger rise inside her at that comment. How dare he say such things about her stud. Er, her former stud!

The doctor merely floated the engorged bag over and showed her the text that had magically appeared on it.

“Quality is only D tier,” he said, and Apple could see it was true. The chart was right there, next to a miniature of Meadow's cutie mark. “I doubt he would have been able to impregnate anypony even if he wanted to.”

“Quantity is off the charts though,” she shot back, feeling a need to defend her intended lover.

“Quantity is not nearly as important as quality,” the doctor looked mildly annoyed as he explained. “Besides, while the volume may look impressive, only a part of it is actual sperm. The gelding condom liquefies the patient's testicles and drains them out with the final donation.”

Apple tried very hard to banish the mental image of Meadow's beautiful balls being turned into soup by that blasted pink condom. It did work, and she felt like throwing up.

Apparently looking nauseous was the right call, for the doctor seemed to take pity on her.

“Look,” he said, his expression softening. “Mistakes happen, I understand that.”

Apple looked up to meet his kind eyes. “This was a pretty big mistake though.”

“A bit, yeah.” The Doctor agreed. “But an honest one. I bear some of the responsibility as well for not instructing you properly. I didn't want to overwhelm you on your first day so I decided not to tell you about the pink condoms since you weren't trained to use them anyway. I should have made sure there weren't any on your cart though, that was my oversight.”

That lit some light in Apple Fritter. Maybe her love life was in tatters, but it sounded like there was at least some hope left for her career.

“So I'm not fired then?” She asked.

The doctor shook his head. “No, you're a promising young mare and I'm not going to let one mistake keep you from helping ponies in the future. Besides, mating season is a hectic time for us and I can't afford to be a pair of hooves short, even if they are inexperienced. Just be more careful in the future, okay.”

“I promise!” Apple nodded so hard she felt a crick in her neck.

The old doctor huffed, in a 'don’t make me regret this' kind of way, but returned the nod. “Good, now go put that cart in the storage room and then go home. I expect you back at your shift tomorrow, so get some rest until then.”

Apple felt the relief spreading through her body, that was at least one disaster averted. Now it was time to suck up and tackle the next.

“Actually, I think I'll go visit the stallion I…” she trailed off, not being able to finish the sentence.

“The stallion you accidentally gelded?” The doctor clearly had no such reservations.

“Yes,” Apple bit down on the shame she felt over that. “I think the very least I could do is find him and apologise.”

That seemed to really earn her back some of the respect the doctor had lost for her. His face lit up and he looked pleased.

“You take responsibility for your actions. That's good to hear” he said, nodding in approval. “Seems I really did the right thing keeping you around.”

“Absolutely,” Apple Fritter agreed, glossing over the fact that she had intended to visit Meadow anyway as soon as she got off work, and for far less noble reasons. Though she suspected the wild rutting she had been hoping for might not happen anymore.

“On your way then.” The doctor turned to leave.

Apple looked down at her cart, and at the pink condom that seemed to stare back at her accusingly.

“Uhm, what should I do with this one?” she called back after the retreating doctor. “Put it in storage with the others?”

The doctor paused just by the door, clearly eager to forget about this mess and go home.

“Nah,” he called back. “It's only D-tier, might as well throw it in the trash.”

That did not sit right with Apple, to hear her lover's last chance at fatherhood be so disgustingly dismissed. “What?!” she exclaimed, letting her displeasure be known.

“The doctor let out a put upon sigh and turned to face her.

“Look, it's not a great look I know, but what else are we going to do with it? No mare's going to come into the clinic and ask for the lowest quality donation from somepony who isn't even a stallion anymore.”

“Some mare might want it,” Apple retorted, even knowing he was right, at least mostly.

“If you find one, then by all means,” the doctor replied, once more turning to leave. “But I don't see that happening, so you might as well dispose of it.

Apple stared at the condom. She could think of exactly one mare who might be interested… but that was a wild rabbit hole to go down.

“I understand,” she eventually said, “good night Doctor.”

“And good night to you, Apple Fritter.”

With that he was out the door, leaving Apple alone with nothing but a cart full of stallion sperm and a guilty conscience.

A cart full of stallion sperm, happily donated and destined to make somepony else happy. And then there was the one lone donation that was neither, and worse, it would be that stallion's last.

Even worse, that stallion was somepony Apple had really hoped to get somewhere with.

You take responsibility for your actions.

The doctor's words echoed in her head long after he had left.

She tried to not look at the pink condom as she wheeled the cart into the storage room, but she failed. Every time her eyes glanced at the bag she noticed the cutie mark on it. The triple clovers of Meadow, the stallion who was supposed to be hers. Staring at it she realised something. She wasn't just sad because she had accidentally hurt him, or because she would miss out on a good rutting to satiate her heat.

She was genuinely sad that he wouldn't get to be a father. Moreso, she realised she felt the greatest pang that she wouldn't get to be his happy mare.

Apple Fritter realised that she wanted him, even after he had lost his stallionhood she wanted him.

With grim determination she looked down at the last vestige of that stallionhood. The pink condom that held his very last seed.

Making up her mind she reached for it.

The doctor had said that no mare would want it, but he had been wrong. She was a mare, and she wanted it.

The big “D” written on it didn't deter her.

So what if the quality of his seed was bad, the rest of him was an amazingly sweet stallion. What more, as she had noted earlier, quantity could be a quality all its own.

Maybe it was fate that things had happened this way?

She wasn't sure. She knew this could go horribly wrong.

But she also knew, deep down, that this was what her heart wanted.

She made her choice.

*****

Meadow closed the door behind him with a little too much enthusiasm, causing the door to slam shut. He couldn't help but feel excited about what was to come. He had said goodbye to his friend Buddy sooner than expected, as Parasol had 'ambushed' them.

"Crazy mare, I hope Buddy will be alright," Meadow chuckled, recalling how his Pegasus friend had literally been dragged away, the mare in heat begging Buddy for a mounting.

"Better get some cooking done before Apple Fritter arrives," he whispered. He didn’t want their fun to happen on an empty stomach. The date had been cancelled, after all, or at least dinner had, so food wasn’t on the menu for when his marefriend would knock on his door.

"Hope I got more in the tank; by Celestia, I feel light on my hind hooves," Meadow noted. His trot home had been a mix of light steps and spikes of pain as his thoroughly milked testicles voiced their discomfort at having been squeezed dry in such a rough manner.

The eating was uneventful, and time flew by at a surprisingly quick pace. Meadow had just finished chapter one of a book he’d opened before a heavy knock was heard from his front porch. The earth pony jumped a little on his couch as he was taken off guard by the strength of those heavy hoof knocks.

Opening the door, Meadow was put muzzle to muzzle with a panting and out-of-breath Apple Fritter, the mare covered in sweat as if she’d just run an entire marathon. "Are you alright?" No answer was given; Apple seemingly hadn’t even registered that the door had opened, with her eyes still looking into the ground, her tongue sticking out.

“Come inside, I’ll get you something to drink,” Meadow insisted, keeping the door open for her to enter while he went into the kitchen, pouring a good amount of apple juice for the two of them to enjoy at this late hour.

He had barely managed to place the refreshments and glass onto his living room table before he felt himself getting tackled. “By Luna, what was that for?!” Meadow exclaimed in the nicest tone he could manage, the air almost having been knocked out of him as he hit the wooden floor, with the sound of impact reminding him of two pro pony wrestlers.

“Sh-shut up. Just shut up for a second, you idiot,” Apple stuttered, tears streaming out of her two beautiful eyes, her pigtails landing on each side of his confused face. This wasn’t how he’d expected their first time to go; Meadow thought his new marefriend was so eager that she'd lost control and, in turn, had gotten sad because of it.

“What have I done, and just as things were turning out well for us, I went and ruined it. I’m an idiot… I should’ve asked why they were different colours,” Apple spoke in a low whisper, with Meadow managing to hear about half of what the cute mare above him was whispering.

“It’s okay, I’m sure whatever you did can be fixed,” Meadow assured her.

“FIXED! You sexy hunk of a pony, that's the problem!”

In the blink of an eye, Apple Fritter had hooked her legs under his rump, lifting the neutered male's behind to show him just what she’d accidentally done to him. He flinched, freezing in place as he came face to face with his junk for the first time since he’d used the condom. His sheath looked like it always did; no, it was what lay beneath it that caught his attention. His two impressive orbs that had helped him win against Buddy earlier were no more.

“Apple… where are my… my foal makers?” His voice was higher in pitch than normal, fear gripping him as he started shaking. Meadow was short of breath as he came to realise the life he would have to live through: not one as a stallion with a lovely broodmare he would be proud to call his wife but rather one as a gelding with no foals sired, his bloodline ending with him and his now deflated and empty grey sack.

No answer came his way on why his sack resembled a raisin; instead, Apple Fritter went in for a kiss, embracing the love of her life in an effort to assure him that he was indeed loved, regardless of his new status as a gelding. “I-It’s okay, I’ve got a plan, just be calm,” she said, unsure of where to start. The male beneath her, frozen and unsure of what to do, opted to lay as still as he could manage.

“I… I’m a gelding,” it wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement, the earth pony trying his best to make his brain catch up with what his eyes were seeing.

“Y-yes, I know, and I’m so, so sorry, but just hear me out for a second,” Apple begged. When no further words exited the frightened gelding's mouth, she continued.

“It was an accident, and nobody but me and the clinic's head doctor knows…” Apple Fritter helped Meadow onto his hooves, the two slowly waltzing off into the bedroom they would share for the night. “I can’t bring them back, but I can give you implants to cover up what you’ve become, ensuring that others will always see you as the stud you are…”

“A stud, you say… Fritter, I’ll never sire a single foal. Just how could I ever call myself that? Wait, the seed, perhaps we can use it to inseminate you in the future!” A spike of joy was upon Meadow, but the flames and hopes of him having plenty of sperm within the bank to use were quickly extinguished as Apple Fritter didn’t join him in being happy.

“S-sorry, the doctor said to throw it out because of its… low quality.” She wasn’t trying to worsen the situation, but it wouldn’t do them any good to lie at this point in the mess that had become their relationship.

“They’ll call me impotent, a waste of a pony male if I date you.” Meadow’s eyes went blank as he looked into the dark abyss of his bedroom. The earth ponies stood in place as Apple thought about what to say next.

“Not completely… I made sure of that.” She took a hoof to her stomach before pulling out a magic-infused pregnancy test from within her mane. The expensive tool was able to tell any type of living creature if they'd been successfully impregnated only minutes after they’d been inseminated. The test showed a plus, together with what the foal's sex would be—in this case, Meadow was going to be the sire of a healthy earth pony filly.

…..

Hours went by as the couple tried to comprehend just what would become of them. They had attempted to have sex twice already, but with no luck, as Meadow’s ‘pride’ was never able to become firm enough for a good rutting to commence.
“Will they at least be as big as the former pair I had?”

“I’ll put in whatever you’d like. I could even find some implants bigger than your former pair if you’d really like to shove them in Buddy’s face if he ever tries to challenge you again,” Apple half-promised and half-joked as she gently stroked him.

It was all the way out, impressive as she’d expected, but the firmness was nowhere to be found. His member felt more like an overgrown gummy worm than a breeding stick befitting the stallion Meadow had been.

“And you really don’t see me as a lesser pony for donating… you know what?” Meadow’s fears from his conversation with Buddy lingered. For once, he had decided to break some traditions, only to end up gelded by accident. It was understandable for an earth pony to be nervous afterwards, Apple Fritter mused.

“Yes and no. Ponyville is evolving rapidly these days… and it’s not like I can worry about you going there to do it again,” she joked lightly. Silence enveloped the pair, his deep breaths causing her head to rise and fall as she lay on his warm, fuzzy chest.

“I love you, Apple Fritter, even if I won’t be able to ever make love to you…” She had tried to cheer him up for a while now; though understandable, he wasn’t completely getting over his loss—even with a little baby filly on the way. Meadow knew it would be his only foal ever.

“Alright, listen up, Meadow. I’ll go get some potions tomorrow to make this floppy thing into a hard diamond, okay?” That statement brought a laugh out of her gelding coltfriend. The pair pulled the covers over them as they went to bed.

“I love you, Apple Fritter.”

“And I love you too, Meadow Song.” And with that, they turned off the light, falling asleep in each other's embrace as tomorrow would be a new day for them.

The End

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