Dropping the Ball

Chapters

Chapter 3: Stockholm Syndrome
Chapter 1: A Real Stallion
Chapter 2: One Loss, Or Two?
Chapter 4: Post Nut Clarity
Chapter 5: Walk of Shame
Chapter 6: A Hospitable Reception

Chapter 3: Stockholm Syndrome

The first thing I noticed when I came too was the smell. It was tangy, with a note of bitterness, but it also smelled sweet and alluring. I took a deep breath and let the scent fill my muzzle. It was a familiar smell, and it made my body react even as my mind was foggy.

Unfortunately the second thing I noticed when I came too was the pain!

Agony radiated up from my lap, hitting every nerve from my groin to my brain, but the fire was centered on one point. To my horror, it was a pain I recognized, having been hurt this way once before. I'd lost another ball, and this time I was all out of spares.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck…” I groaned out as the day's events flashed through my memory.

“Yeah, I don't think you'll be able to do that anymore,” Diamond's voice sang into my ear. “Sorry.”

She didn't sound sorry at all, she sounded gleeful and mocking. As if she didn't know exactly what she had done to me, what it had taken.

I opened my eyes and found the worst pony in Equestria smiling back at me.

“Hey, you're finally awake,” she grinned, looking far too cheerful for someone who'd just mutilated another pony. Then again the last time I saw her she was jilling herself off while I passed out from the pain she just influcted. Why would I have expected her to be the least bit sorry?

I realized she was holding her hoof up to my nose, and it was the smell that had awoken me. It was the hoof she'd used to pleasure herself as she ended my sex life, and it was absolutely drenched in her pussy juices.

Despite everything, she smelled good to me, and I could feel my traitorous body respond. I hated that I wanted to lick that hoof, that even after what she'd done, she still held power over me. I tried to bat her offending hoof away, but I was too groggy and she easily dodged my swipe, bringing it back up to my nose.

“Why?” I managed to croak out. My throat felt paper dry, despite my mouth watering at the scent of her arousal.

“Because I wanted to wake you up, of course,” she nodded towards a door across the room. “Thought they were finally done in there and didn't want to miss the look on your face as Sweetie Belle emerged, sexually satisfied for the first time and full of my boyfriend's cum.”

Not what I asked, but I felt my heart sink as I was reminded that my castration was only half of the hell I was living through. Horrified, I looked at the closed bathroom door. The thin barrier that separated this nightmare from one just as heart wrenching.

“But yeah, woke you up too early, didn't know they'd go for another round. Sorry about that,” Diamond shrugged. “You can go back to sleep if you want to. I'll wake you up when they're done,” she teased as the deep moans and familiar squeaks that could be heard from beyond the door ate at me.

I couldn't bear to listen and turned my head away from that accursed door that separated me from my love being taken by somepony else. Sadly I couldn't avert my ears as easily as my eyes and I still heard her call out his name as she came for what was probably the dozenth time since she had left me in the sadistic hooves of her evil friend.

“Why?” I asked again, not wanting to meet her eyes, but it was better than looking at the door.

“It was fun,” she shrugged. She just fucking shrugged!

I opened my mouth to scream, but found it once more stuffed with her hoof, cutting me off before I could make any noise.

It was still drenched in her juices too, and again my traitorous body reacted before I could stop it. I ran my tongue across her hoof, tasting her pussy on the rough surface. I hated myself as soon as I did it, and tried to spit the offending hoof out.

“At least your tongue still works,” she smirked. “Maybe you won't be totally useless to mares after all.”

I glared at her, but she just smiled back. “Actually, mind going down on me?”

I stared at her, lost for words. She couldn't possibly expect me to want to pleasure her after what she'd done, could she?

Turns out she could.

“What,”she said coyly. “Your marefriend isn't the only one who could go for another round. She's in there getting railed by a fantastic stud and all I have out here is you and my hoof. Besides, it'll be good practice for you to lick Rumble's cum out of my cunt before you do the same for your girlfriend.”

I felt anger well up inside me and did my best to bite her hoof, but she just gasped and pulled it away from my teeth.

“Ow,” she whined, holding up her hoof like it was injured, sadly I couldn't see a mark on it. “Still feisty. Guess I didn't completely geld you after all.”

I immediately forgot all thoughts about following that bite up with some well placed punches to her simpering face and looked down, feeling the stirrings of hope.

A hope that was immediately crushed. My ball looked just as bad as I expected, damaged, destroyed, just a lumpy mess in my bruised sack. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I took in my gelded state. As if the pain hadn't already told me what happened, the pain and that sickening crunching sound… I knew what little was left would have to be removed by a doctor, there was no saving my shattered remains. I was already a gelding, the evil bitch had broken my stallionhood beyond repair.

So how was my dick hard? Something was happening above my destroyed gonad, and as I tore my eyes from the disaster below I found myself looking at my cock. My erection was poking well clear of its sheath, standing proud over the mess that was supposed to fuel it.

“I know, I was surprised too,” Diamond Tiara reminded me of her presence by reaching out and stroking her hoof along the length.

I hated it, but it felt good. More than anything it numbed the pain.

“Probably your last though…” Diamond commented, giving my erection another stroke. “Want me to wank it off?”

I stared at her again, the whiplash I felt with this mare! One second she was being the most evil pony on the planet, the next she sounded like she was trying to be nice to me. I knew it was only a setup to torment me with a new twist, but her hoof against my cock was the only good thing I'd felt in hours of pure torture. Still, I hated the mare and tried to push her hoof away.

“Come on,” she chided me. “Don't you want a last orgasm to remember what they felt like?” I tried to muster up the courage to fight her off. She was the last pony I wanted touching my genitals. Diamond seemed to read my mind and added:“Look, your girlfriend is out there cheating on you too, it's only fair you get to enjoy this.”

Oh how I hated her, but the hoofjob was taking my mind off the pain in my broken ball and my broken heart. I felt myself giving in.

“Good gelding,” Diamond cooed as she felt me relax. “You might as well enjoy your last erection, from now on it'll just be pussy licking for you, and that's if you're really lucky.”

I wanted to protest, but she was right. If Sweetie Belle didn't dump me on the spot what else would I be good for anyway?

Despite everything that had just happened, I felt myself lean into the warm body next to me. I didn't protest as she wrapped a hoof around me. After the hell I just lived through, I needed to be held, even if it was by the pony who had hurt me so.

“Hear that?” Diamond said after a while, still stroking my last erection, keeping it from wilting as I felt the tears roll down my cheeks.

I could indeed hear the noises from beyond that door. A mare I loved, moaning and squeaking in pleasure, and the excited grunts of the Wonderbolt who took my place.

“I think they're on the home stretch,” Diamond noted, her hoof picking up speed against my cock. “I can tell my stallion is about to cum.” She started, licking her lips. “What about your mare?”

I didn't answer, but I could also tell my partner was on the home stretch. Sweetie's squeaks were getting more frantic, like they always did when she was about to cum against my lapping tongue.

“Oh right, she isn't yours anymore,” Diamond continued, mistaking my silence for a prompt to add even more salt to my wounds.

I turned to her to… to what? I wasn't sure, but when I saw her already pink cheeks flush I hesitated. She turned her head and met my eyes. “Fuck, I'm getting turned on by this,” she announced, as If I couldn't smell or see, or feel her racing heartbeat against my skin.

Fuckit, I cursed myself as I felt my hoof trail across her thigh, finding the hoof that was busy between her legs and replacing it with my own.

I don't know if it was Stockholm Syndrome, pure horny instinct or a need to prove to myself that I could still please a mare, but here I was, jilling off my castrator as we listened to her boyfriend stealing my mare.

I leaned back, doing my best to enjoy the good things in this utterly fucked up situation. My groin was on fire and I felt stabs of pain even through the pleasure as my shattered ball twitched, trying to deliver a fertile load it was no longer capable of producing. Yet still I felt the pressure rise, my cock flaring against the pink hoof jerking it off like a master.

To my side Diamond was squeaking and humping against my hoof, about to cum herself. Noises that were echoed from across the room, the noise of a mare and stallion in the final throes of passion barely muffled by a rickety wooden door.

I couldn't take it anymore, I threw my head back and screamed as I came. All the emotions, the anger, the pain, the hopelessness, the jealousy, the sex, everything just swirled together in a mind shattering mix as my body shot its final load, splattering Diamond's hoof and the table in front of us with clear liquid, tinged with just a hint of white.

She came too as I squeezed down on her clit, hoping to give back just a fraction of the pain and pleasure I was feeling. I must have succeeded. She let out a loud fucking moan as her body stiffened and twitched.

And beyond the door, my love and her new lover achieved a matching climax, their squeaks and grunts coalescing into a pair of long drawn out shouts of ecstasy as he shot her full of his fertile seed.

Fuuuuuuuuuck, this was the most intense evening of my life, just the absolute worst, though as all four of us came together, I somehow found myself too distracted to care.

Chapter 1: A Real Stallion

Author's Note

The POV character has been deliberately left vague to allow the reader to immerse themself into the story, or so I hope.

I am trying something new here and if you don't like it, let me know. I do enjoy feedback, even when it is negative. How else can I grow as a writer if I am not willing to try new things and listen to criticism?

Anyway, hope you enjoy the story.

PS. You did read the Content Warning, right? Don't come to me complaining that the story contains exactly what is advertised.

Chapter 1: A Real Stallion

“Will you stop tucking your tail like that and just walk normally?”

The voice belonged to my girlfriend, Sweetie Belle, a very feisty and beautiful Unicorn mare I still wasn't sure how I'd scored.

I tried to obey, to force myself to relax, but it was hard. While I knew I was probably just drawing attention to myself by trying to hide it, I knew that if I walked around with my tail raised, it would only be a matter of time before some stray glance caught my swinging sack. I knew how small towns like this gossiped. If even a single mare noticed, soon the whole of Ponyville would know I only had one ball.

“Seriously,” she rolled her eyes at me. “I've got cum leaking out of me and I'm less self conscious than you.”

She trotted ahead of me and I saw that she was right. There, beneath her puffy pink tail was the treasure I craved. I got a good view of her sweet pussy lips, still moist with arousal from our earlier lovemaking. She raised her tail further and I could just make out the wet stain that trailed from her leaking snatch and down her legs. Despite her bold claim, my cum was barely noticeable against her white coat.

I couldn't help but stare. Hay, I'm only a stallion… or at least half of one, I cringed at the fact that I was now second guessing my own masculinity. It was hard though, with every step I was reminded by the missing weight between my legs. It had been two weeks, yet I still felt the loss keenly. I was wondering if I'd ever truly get over it? The wonderful sight in front of me proved a delicious distraction though and I drank it in as we walked.

“See,” she said, turning her head to smirk back at me. “You've got nothing to worry about, one-nut, everypony will be too busy looking at me to notice that you're missing half your stallionhood.”

I felt the blush rise to my cheeks and I hurried to make sure no other ponies were within earshot.

“You can't just say that in public!” I hissed at her, mortified that she'd bring up my injured pride where somepony might hear us.

“Why not? It’s not like you can hide it forever,” she said. “Sooner or later somepony's going to notice you're one apple short of a full branch.”

“Not if I keep my tail down,” I tried to protest, feeling my cheeks burn. I knew she was right, but that didn't make facing the inevitable humiliation any easier.

“Please, we walk around naked all the time,” she shot back, flagging her tail again, which immediately brought my gaze back to her snatch.

“Only way you'd be able to cover up completely is if you got my sister to make you a dress, and by that point it's kinda moot anyway,” she mused. “Though maybe that'd look cute on you?”

I was only half listening, too entranced by her dripping marehood to pay attention to her words. I couldn't wait for the next time I'd be allowed to plunge into it.

I took a step forward, licking my lips in anticipation.

“Hay, my eyes are up here!”

I felt her damp tail slap across my face as she brought it down, obscuring my view of paradise.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, raising my gaze to meet hers.

“Well,” she muttered. “At least I know your remaining ball is still working.

“Yeah,” I agreed as I shifted my rear legs to hide not just my missing equipment, but my growing erection as well. Contrary to common sense, my sex drive had actually gone up since I lost half my equipment. Though that was probably due to Sweetie Belle. She'd been acting even sexier than usual lately, probably trying to make up for my loss. “Sorry,” I repeated again, reminding myself that despite everything, I was lucky to have her.

“It's fine,” she sighed. “I'm just relieved I didn't completely geld you.”

“Me too, I agreed emphatically.

“Though it would have made wearing that dress more fitting.”

“What dress?” I frowned at her, now feeling more self conscious again.

“The one I said was the only way to cover up your missing bits,” Sweetie sighed again. “Weren't you paying attention?

Eh… no.” I Felt my blush spread as I admitted where my attention had really been. “I was busy admiring your beauty.”

I felt that was a good save, and Sweetie preened just a little before rolling her eyes again. “Stallions,” she muttered, then got that glint in her eyes as her smirk returned. “Or should I say, half stallions?”

That really ruffled my feathers, and I extended my wings and stomped my hoof as I protested: “I'm still a stallion!”

“A colt maybe.” She wasn't impressed by my tantrum. “You're not fooling anyone one-nut.”

“Stop calling me that!” I Barked.

“Fine,” she relented. “Don't get your panties in a twist.”

“I'm not wearing panties either!”

“You will soon, if you don't calm down,” she warned.

I should have known better than to push her, but I was more upset than I realized and blurted out: “You can be a real bitch sometimes!”

Apparently that's when she lost her patience. I saw her light up her horn and immediately felt the familiar tingle of magic between my legs.

“Shut up,” she said slowly, and I gasped as her telekinetic grip encircled my one remaining ball.

I was completely at her mercy, and we both knew it. She took her time and leveled her green eyes with mine before she spoke again.

“Are you going to calm down or am I going to have to squeeze?” she asked, the calmness of her voice even more terrifying for the fury I knew lurked beneath it.

“No squeezing, please!” I begged, my defiance draining out like a popped balloon as I felt her grip tighten hard enough to be uncomfortable. I knew how painful it could be if I really pissed her off. That's how I lost my first nut after all.

She held me there right on the edge of pain for several seconds before she relented. I gasped with relief as I felt the pressure on my lone foalmaker vanish and the light from her horn fizzle out.

We stared at each other for several seconds more as we tried to process what had just transpired. As usual, she was the first to break the tension. Her anger was almost as quick to vanish as it was to emerge, and she was usually the first to apologize whenever we fought.

“I am sorry for teasing you,” she said, closing her eyes and giving my cheek a soft nuzzle. “And for losing my temper, again.”

“I forgive you,” I said, returning the nuzzle. “And I'm sorry too, for losing my temper.

“It's okay,” she said, her lips brushing my cheek. I could tell she really wanted to add: ‘It's not the only thing you lost’. Or something like it, but sometimes she knew when to keep her mouth shut, and I appreciated the restraint it must have taken.

I wrapped my wings around her and pulled her tight as my lips found hers. As chaotic as our relationship was, especially lately, with the heaty mood swings of the season, I still loved this mare deeply.

We only got to share the moment for a few blissful moments before a nasal voice interrupted us.

“Oh get a room you two!”

Reluctantly I pulled back, stealing one last kiss from my marefriend as she unentangled herself from my wings and turned to greet the mare that had just interrupted us.

“Diamond Tiara!” Sweetie called out, running over to her old friend.

“Good to see you too, blank flank.”

I watched Sweetie’s white cheeks turn pink as the affectionate slur washed over her. Even though her flank had been decorated by the pink and purple shield of her friend group for as long as I'd known her, some nicknames were slow to die. Despite everything, the two mares shared a warm hug as they greeted each other.

I did my best to smile as they embraced. Personally I did not like Diamond Tiara, not one bit. Beyond being a rude snob, Sweetie Belle had told me how the pink Earth Pony had used to torment her and her friends back when they were foals.

Apparently they had buried the hatchet when they grew up, but I wasn't as quick to forgive someone who had hurt my marefriend.

But you can't both be a good partner and stand in the way of friendship, no matter how undeserved. So I hid my distaste and smiled at Diamond and offered a greeting of my own. Sweetie always insisted on meeting up with her every time the snobby mare visited Ponyville.

“You remember my boyfriend, right?” Sweetie said as they pulled apart, gesturing towards me.

“Oh yes,” the pink mare gave a smirk that seemed a lot less warm than the ones Sweetie usually sported. “He’s the one nut wonder, right?”

I felt my heart sink as the humiliation washed over me. How did she know?! I threw an accusatory glare at my marefriend, who at least had the decency to look guilty.

“So it is true!” Diamond giggled. “You must tell me everything about how it happened.”

“I don't think that's a good idea,” Sweetie replied meekly. “It's kind of a sore topic for him.”

“Nonsense,” the pink mare dismissed. Waving mine and my marefriend's concerns aside with the confidence only a former bully could manage. “I booked us a private booth at the Sugarcube Corner, so you don't have to worry about anyone overhearing any juicy details.”

“Except you,” I muttered under my breath.

I don't know if she didn't hear me, or just chose to ignore me, but Diamond started walking in the direction of our favorite cafe, expecting us to follow like meek little geldings.

“I can't believe you told her!” I hissed to Sweetie as we started trotting after the sneering pink mare.

“Sorry,” she hissed back. “You know how us girls gossip.”

Perfect! I groaned. That probably meant Apple Bloom and Scootaloo also knew about our little accident.

Sweetie seemed to read my mind as her face grew even more apologetic.

“Sorry,” she repeated sheepishly. “I'll make it up to you, I promise.”

I wasn't exactly happy with her, but I nodded in acceptance. “With a blowjob?”

“Sure,” she replied. I knew she really was sorry then. She didn't go down on me nearly as often as I did on her.

“Okay then,” I nodded. Let's go have a chat with your bitch of a friend.

Sweetie opened her mouth to defend Diamond's honour, but quickly shut it again as the pink mare called back to us.

“Oh, and my new boyfriend will be joining us as well. I hope it doesn't ruin our girl talk to have a real stallion in the room.”

“A really good blowjob,” Sweetie promised as I felt myself sink into the ground.

This meetup was going to suck even worse than I expected!

Chapter 2: One Loss, Or Two?

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Chapter 4: Post Nut Clarity

Post nut clarity hits hard. As the pleasure washed away, it once more allowed the pain to make its presence known in full. The soul crushing agony of my gelding radiated up from my lap and I whimpered as I felt my broken heart begin to beat. I remembered how Sweetie Belle had cheated on me, and I'd just cheated on her, and then Diamond Tiara had ensured that even if we managed to forgive each other, there was no patching our relationship back together. I could never be Sweetie Belle's stallion again.

I hung my head in shame as Diamond's hoof milked the last few drops of cum from my waning erection, I wondered if I'd ever have one of those again? As I looked down at the carnage, I could see it clearly now that my cock was retreating back into its sheath. Where there should have been two healthy balls were just a flat empty sack with a few lumps in it.

I'd been crushed, both literally and figuratively. Losing my first ball to Sweetie Belle hadn't been so bad at first. I knew she didn't mean to, and I'd almost started viewing it as a sacrifice of love. Forgiving her had just been a case of wanting to keep our relationship going. I still loved her, and she loved me, nothing needed to change because of my injury. Or at least that's what I had hoped. Now I realized what I hadn't back then, becoming less of a stallion had just been the first step on the road to losing both her and my other ball.

I was a gelding, and I had just lost the love of my life. I felt tears well up in my eyes.

“Aww, why so sad? Did somepony break your favorite toy?.”

Her voice reminded me she was still her, her sadistic evil hidden behind a thin layer of cheerfulness.

I whipped my head around to look at Diamond Tiara, the worst pony to ever enter my life. She was smiling, still flushed and looked content as if she was happy my world was literally shattering around me.

“You…” I began as I met her eyes, and saw no remorse there. “You are… a bad pony!”

“Am I?” she replied, feigning incredulity?”

“Yeah you are,” I affirmed. “You're a real bitch, downright evil and just the worst.”

“Oh my,” she clutched a set of imaginary pearls with the hoof that was still soggy with my cum and gave a surprisingly innocent looking face. “What did I do to deserve such harsh words from a gelding?”

“You gelded me!” I spat back at her. My voice was a low hiss. I was all too keenly aware of how thin the door separating me and my marefriend was. I had no idea how I was going to hide losing my other ball to her, but I just couldn't face the idea of her finding out I was utterly broken either.

“Mmm yes I did,” she grinned back at me, clearly still enjoying the fact as I felt her grind her marehood against the hoof still lodged between her legs, my hoof.

That was right, I'd helped her get off on cucking me. What was wrong with me?! I yanked my hoof away from her crotch in disgust.

“Aw,” she gave me a mock pout and just replaced it with her own. The same hoof that was still glistening with my last load, apparently she was not done rubbing it in. “Anyway, you asked for that, I was just trying to be a good friend.”

“Asked for this?!” I stared at her incredulously. “What made you think I wanted any of this?”

She nodded, still gently stroking both her ego and her clit. “Well you probably didn't want your girlfriend to get railed by a superior stallion but… she shrugged. “Shouldn’t you be happy she is happy? I was just trying to be a good friend to Sweetie Belle, and sometimes you have to compromise in a relationship.”

Again I stared at her. “The buck are you talking about?”

“Well, you wanted to be in a relationship with Sweetie Belle, and she wanted to be with a real stallion. Clearly you needed some form of compromise.”

My insecurities were beginning to eat at me. She was an evil bitch, but she wasn't entirely wrong.

“She may have let slip that her boyfriend wasn't everything she wished for in bed,” Diamond continued to gloat. “So as the good friend I am, I decided to fix that.”

“She wanted to be with me!” I shot back at her, not liking how whiny I sounded.

“Oh she still can, if she wants to,” Diamond dismissed my concerns. “After spending a few minutes alone with Rumble, she knows she can both be with you and have a satisfying sex life.”

The insult stung, but I knew it was true, I was never going to satisfy my marefriend again.

To my surprise Diamond put a hoof on me, a gesture that would have felt reassuring if it came from any other pony.

“Given the way she talks about you,” Diamond began, sounding almost reassuring, ‘I'm sure she still have feelings for you that not even Rumble could fuck out of her, so she probably still wants to be with you, even if she gets her bucks somewhere else.”

Do you really think so?” I asked her. The fact that maybe Sweetie Belle still had feelings for me lit a bit of hope in my broken heart. It wasn't much, but it was something to cling to.

“Yeah, probably,” Diamond said, giving me that grin that I hated. “As long as you can forgive her for cheating on you that is.“

I still didn't know how I felt about that. One one hoof it was a punch to the heart, but was it worth losing Sweetie Belle over it? I'd forgiven her before after all.

Diamond leaned back, looking quite proud of herself. “So I fixed her side of the relationship trouble and now the rest is up to you, the ball is in your court.” Her grin grew even more hateable. “Must be nice to have a ball again?”

Another painful jab from her, I was almost getting numb to them at this point. Instead I looked down at the mess between my legs in despair. The bitch was right, if I wanted to be with Sweetie Belle I would have to accept that she would cheat on me over and over. I could no longer satisfy her needs, and she would still have those needs even if I didn't. Not that I'd apparently been doing a great job of satisfying her before, but being a gelding would sure make it a lot worse. She'd have to find pleasure from someone else, someone who still had balls, and a dick that could actually get hard.

“Is that why you gelded me?” I asked dejectedly. “So she would find someone to cheat on me with?”

“No, she didn't need my help to do that,” Diamond replied, “I only really crushed your nut because you asked me to.”

I asked you to?!” I shouted.

“Yeah,” she said, annoyed at my outburst. “I wasn't planning to leave you a gelding, not more than you already were anyway. It's probably for the best though. Will help with your jealousy problem if nothing else.”

“I asked you to?” I repeated, feeling my anger reaching a boiling point. “I was just sitting here and you started breaking my nut! You already knew I only had one and you stomped on it!”

“Well I had to make sure you stayed put somehow. Couldn't have you rushing over and opening thst door. That would have been awkward,” Diamond defended herself. “You needed to accept what was happening, besides, I didn't do any damage that wouldn't have healed on its own.”

I winced, remembering the painful crunches my ball had given as she was just pinning me in place.

“Or at least that a doctor couldn't have fixed,” she admitted. “Balls are so fragile, but I knew what I was doing and I didn't break it completely until you told me to.’

I felt like a ton of bricks had just hit me between the legs. Fuck, I had said that, hadn't I? I had felt like everything was over and asked her to put me out of my misery. I let out a deep groan of frustration and pain as I realized I was at least in part to blame for what had happened to my stallionhood.

“Oops, sorry,” Diamond said, not sounding anywhere near as sorry as she should have. “Guess I misunderstood what you asked for, but it's no big loss.”

I didn't even have the energy to lash out at her for that one as she leaned in to assess the damage herself.

“Hay maybe it can still be fixed,” she mused, giving my flat sack a prod that sent a bolt of pain through my body. “No, probably not,” she admitted, rolling the broken pieces beneath her hoof. “I really did pop that thing huh? There’s barely any solid chunks left.”

I felt hope I didn't know I still harboured flicker out as another wave of nauseating pain washed over me. I'd known it was broken beyond repair since the moment I woke up. It was sadly an injury I'd experience once before. It was no comfort to know I'd never experience it again. Diamond had stopped playing with the remains, but I still felt like throwing up.

The sound of a flushing toilet coming from the bathroom reminded us that we were running out of time. Soon our partners would exit that door and we'd have to face the music. How the buck was I going to explain what had happened?

“How about this,” Diamond whispered in my ear. “You don't tell her what I did, and I won't tell her you cheated on her.”

“She's the one who cheated,” I protested, intent to tell Sweetie Belle everything and then… then I wasn't sure what I'd do, beg her to take me back? Or I could dump her on the spot and live the rest of my life in lonely misery? Put it like that, it felt like I didn't really have a choice.

“Really, then who's pussy juice is that on your hoof?” Diamond shot back.

I stared at my hoof, buck me but she was right, I had cheated on my mare! It seemed trivial in comparison to the rest, but I also knew it was another wedge driven into our already fractured relationship.

“Just pretend nothing happened,” Diamond encouraged me. “I'll say we just jacked ourselves off without looking at each other.

“What about the fact that I lost my second ball?” I shot back. “She's definitely going to notice that.”

“Not if she dumps you for cheating on her first!” Diamond shot back, then offered: “I can make it look like an accident, that way she'll still blame me, but won't be as mad.”

Like I was going to let her get off the hook that easily!

“Why in Tartarus would I do that?” I asked.

Diamond was ready with a reply; “Well for one, I won't have to tell her you asked me to geld you and had me jack you off afterwards, or…” she gave a sinister grin, ”I could tell her I broke it in self defense. That you tried to force yourself on me and I struck back. That's my pussy juices on your hoof, maybe you shouldn't have tried to shove it where it wasn't welcome.”

Okay that was a low blow, but it landed. I didn't think Sweetie Belle would belive her, but she could probably lace enough truths together to sow doubt about what happened. And; buck the audacity of this bitch!

“It'll be your word against mine,” she smirked. “And I'm a way better liar than you, one-nut.”

Before I could tell her to buck off and stuff herself with a cactus, our argument was cut short by the click of a lock.

Such a simple noise, and yet it made both of us fall silent. I held my breath as the seconds dragged by and nothing happened. Sweetie Belle was probably as nervous as me about opening the pandora’s box. The door was a barrier, separating our relationship as it had been from what it would soon become.

I felt the sweat roll off my forehead and sting my eyes as I waited for that door to open. It was nothing to the pain between my legs, yet the waiting was still agonizing. My love had just cheated on me, and I had been gelded while she was at it. How would she react, how would I react?

The door started to swing open, we would soon find out.

Chapter 5: Walk of Shame

I held my breath as the door opened, I knew what I would see, my marefriend freshly fucked by somepony else. I knew that, and while it ate at me, it was something I had accepted, there was nothing I could change about that.

What made my mind go wild was imagining what kind of emotion would be on her face as she emerged. Would she be sorry, weighed down with guilt and shame? Part of me hoped she felt miserable over what she had done, though it was a small part. Regardless of how bad she felt about it, she'd still done it. Part of me kind of hoped that if she was going to hurt me in such a way that it'd at least have been worth it for her.

But could I handle it if she looked happy? I think I dreaded that even more than her misery. What then? Did my feelings matter that little to her? Our relationship? Would she cast me aside to pursue real stallions?

It was almost a relief when the first figure emerged and it wasn't her.

Rumble looked much as he'd done the last time I saw him, intimidatingly handsome and drenched in an aura of confidence. He looked a bit more disheveled now, though besides the slight blush on his cheeks, he could have been mistaken for just having taken an invigorating flight or a light jog. He looked far too unbothered for someone who had just fucked someone else's marefriend three times in a cafe bathroom while her boyfriend listened.

I gave him the best death glare I could manage, I wanted to hate the guy, and I wanted him to know it.

He caught my glare, and seemed to understand we had heard everything. He didn't look smug about his conquest, not like his evil marefriend would have done. Nor did he look particularly guilty or shameful either. He just gave me a sheepish smile that made it look like he was… sorry for hurting me?

I felt a sudden dread. Why did he look like he cared? I was expecting him to mock me, to tell me Sweetie Belle was his now. It's what Diamond would have done, and as much as that would have sucked, at least me and Sweetie Belle would be on the same side against these abusers. She might have sympathy for me if she realized she was used and tossed aside as well. But if he looked sorry, that meant he cared. Had they fallen in love? Was he going to dump his marefriend for mine?

It was probably a mercy then that Sweetie Belle stepped out and made me stop dreaming up horror scenarios. The reality was awful enough without me having to add all the ways it could have gone wrong.

To my relief she did look sorry as she emerged. Her cheeks were blushed as she hung her head in shame, not yet looking up to meet my eyes. She looked far more disheveled than Rumble though. Her mane was matted with sweat and it appeared her make-up had been so ruined she'd decided that trying to wash it off was easier than fixing it. She also wore her tail tucked, just like I had done when I didn't want anypony to see my shame. My tail had been dry though. Hers lay plastered across her rear, matted with the combined juices of her own arousal and three solid creampies, four if you count the meager one I'd pumped into her what felt like a lifetime ago.

She must have known I was looking at her, but she just stood there, basking in her shame and betrayal rather than meeting my eyes. At first it felt good, she should be sorry! Though as the seconds dragged by and she kept looking sadder and sadder, I felt my heart wrench and my petty rush of vengeance fade. This was still the mare I loved, I didn't want her to suffer! Not for anything, not even if it was because she'd hurt me. Much like when I'd lost my ball, I found myself wanting to forgive her.

That's when she finally, with a deep breath, raised her head and looked at me.

I saw it all then. She was sorry, but she was also happy. Behind her shame and guilt was a faint smile, a glow I'd rarely seen her wear, and treasured every time I'd managed to put it there. She was sorry about hurting me, not about what she had done.

I felt like this was the best possible outcome, but I was still nervous. What if I'd read her wrong, or misunderstood. She could still break up with me even if she had feelings for me, or she might change her mind when she found out I was even less than the half-stallion she believed me to be.

She trotted closer, and as she did she went back to looking at the floor.

“You heard?” she asked, sounding as sorry as she looked.

“I did,” I replied. “I heard it all.”

She looked like she wanted to sink through the floor, good. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted her to share my misery, and piled on; “All three times.”

I could see the blush spread from her face all the way down to her chest as I spoke. Despite wanting to be mad at her, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she still looked to me.

“Three times, really? One would have been more than enough, you horndog.” Diamond Tiara broke the moment with her annoying voice and reminded us that we had an audience, an evil bitchy audience. “I had to sit out here with only my hoof for company. Besides, how do you expect her to go back to her boyfriend after you've shown her such a good time? Very inconsiderate of you.”

That was Diamond Tiara, even when admonishing her boyfriend for cheating on her, she still managed to work in yet another jab at my stallionhood, or lack thereof.

“Yeah, we sorta got carried away,” Rumble admitted sheepishly. “Sorry love, but you can't really blame the mare for being pent up.”

And he was piling on, great! My illusions of him not being a total ass despite the company he kept dwindled. He also fucked your marefriend, I reminded myself. I already had ample enough reason to hate this guy, a few insults should barely make a difference.

“I suppose I can't,” Diamond Tiara chuckled. “It must have been sooo nice for her to be with a real stallion for a change.”

As much as that comment stung my pride, I felt a weight lift from my heart as I noticed that Sweetie Belle took offense as well. She looked quite angry as she finally raised her head, taking a deep breath to speak her mind.

Though who spoke in my defense came as a surprise. Before Sweetie could get a word out, Rumble beat her to it.

“I told you to stop mocking him for that, babe,” he said, his voice stern with disapproval. “Life's gotta be hard enough being a gelding, and after what I just did with his marefriend, well we should be nice to him, okay.”

My surprise was replaced with gratitude at his words, then with horror as all of them sank in.

He had called me a gelding. So he knew? Had he been in on the plan? Could ponies tell just by looking at me? Luckily the table was blocking the view to my crotch so at least Sweetie Belle hadn't seen my loss, not yet anyway, though I knew there was no way I'd be able to hide my new status from her for long.

“Yeah, what he said,” Sweetie Belle followed up Rumble's reprimand, taken off guard by his support, but eager to show her own. I knew now she still had feelings for me. I just hoped they weren't platonic.

“Fine, I won't mock him anymore, I'll be nice.” Diamond threw her hooves in the air, though the way she put emphasis on the word ‘him’, well the bitch couldn't resist getting one last jab in. “Anyway, we should probably get moving.”

“We should?” Rumble replied, “Well I guess we did what we came here to do.”

“That we did,” his marefriend said before his words could sink in properly. So he'd really came here planning to fuck my marefriend? Sweetie looked quite upset about that too. “Besides, you made me jealous,” Diamond continued, “Hope you saved some love for me you big stud.”

His smile was as confident as ever. “Of course I did babe. Takes more than three rounds to wear me out.”

With that, Diamond Tiara began to extract herself from the booth. I was just thinking I was glad to finally see the back of her when I got to see a lot more than that, and lower down as well.

Instead of squeezing her way between me and the table like Rumble did earlier, she just stood up on the sofa and stepped over me. I got an eyeful of her ass as she practically shoved it in my face. Being the tease she was, she kept her tail raised and I couldn't help but notice that her pussy was still glistening with arousal as she put one hoof on my thigh and lifted the other.

“Oh shoot!” she called out as she lost her balance, the second hoof coming down not on my thigh, but right between them.

Squish!

There was a sickening noise as her hoof landed on my broken nut.

I couldn't help myself, I let out a scream as the pain I'd barely managed to keep at bay came roaring back with full force. A scream that was quickly muffled as she leaned back, putting all her weight on that hoof, shoving her pussy into my face. Her wet folds buried my muzzle and muffled any noise I could make as she ground what had remained of my stallionhood into a fine paste.

“Oops, I'm so clumsy,” she said with mock innocence as I felt the last chunks disintegrate with sickening bursts of pain and gristly noises.

“Get off him you stupid bitch!”

I was pretty out of it at this point, but I felt a pang of happiness at the concern and anger in my marefriend's voice.

Diamond managed to twist her hoof as she got off me, like she was putting out a cigarette, the final embers of my family line extinguished.

“Sorry, he tried to grab my ass and I lost my balance,” Diamond lied as she hopped down on the floor. She brushed herself off as if nothing had happened while I lay there twitching in the waves of agony welling up from the dead and broken meat between my legs.

“No, no no!” Sweetie Belle shouted, ignoring Diamond as she rushed over to assess the damage, finding nothing but mush where my family jewel had been.

“You fucking bitch!” she shouted as the fact sank in that Diamond Tiara had just casually castrated her boyfriend. “He only has one ball, you absolute clutz!”

“Had,” the other mare corrected her, calm in the face of my marefriend's fury. “What, I only broke one, not my fault you didn't leave him any spares. Besides, it was an accident.”

“Accident my ass!” Sweetie shouted and I heard the sound of a slap.

I forced my eyes open to see Diamond Tiara rub her cheek. Finally some karma for that bitch.

“Okay, that was uncalled for,” she whined.

“No it wasn't!” Sweetie hissed menacingly as she stalked towards her former friend. “Get out of my sight before I do a lot worse!”

Diamond took a few steps back in shock, but evidently wasn't beaten yet. Instead of running for the door, she trotted over to her boyfriend.

“Are you going to let her talk to me like that?” she said, leaning against his tall muscular frame.

“Maybe,” he replied, his tone tight with suspicion. “What was that about the dude having one ball? You said he was a full gelding?”

“Well he is now, so why does it matter?” Diamond dismissed. “Let's just go, she's clearly crazy and aggressive.”

“It matters,” Rumble said, unmoving as she tried to push him towards the exit. “Because if he still had one, why would he need me to impregnate his girlfriend?!”

I kinda zoned out after that revelation, it was just too much to take. I also knew exactly what Diamond Tiara had done to me, so hearing her come up with more excuses as they both turned on her wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. I just kind of wallowed in my own pain, just happy that Sweetie Belle still cared enough to fight for me, and wondering what our foal would look like. Probably like Rumble, which was a whole can of worms I could leave to future me to deal with.

I was vaguely aware of a long argument, ending with another slap and Diamond storming out, slamming the door behind her.

Then two worried faces leaned over me.

“Fuck, it really is broken,” Sweetie Belle said, examining my sack. The extra bursts of pain barely registered as she poked and prodded.

“Sure looks like it. He needs medical attention, now,” Rumble's deep voice said after he gave a wince of sympathy. “Help me get him on my back, I'll rush him over to the hospital.”

“Yes, maybe Nurse Redheart can fix him,” she didn't sound too hopeful. She'd been there when I lost my first one after all, and this time it had been mangled twice. We both knew there was no fixing what had been reduced to paste, but that didn't change the fact I needed a doctor, even if it was just to remove the painful leftovers.

“You'll be okay,” she said as she pulled me out of the sofa and onto Rumble's kneeling body, securing me on his back like I was a foal being carried by his father. Despite everything that had happened, I believed her.

“I love you,” I managed to get out as she looked down at me.

Her face scrunched up in concern and worry softened. “I know,” she said, nuzzling my cheek. “I love you too, and I'm not going to stop loving you no matter what.”

We shared a long kiss that said more than words ever could.

“Aww!” Rumble's voice rang out once we pulled apart, making us both blush at having made him a part of such an intimate moment. He for his part seemed to just find our display of affection cute. “Hay, don't stop on my account.”

Though as he said that, he was already standing, lifting me out of Sweetie Belle's reach.

“You're gonna be alright buddy,” he promised. "You got one fantastic marefriend, and I don't think she's going to let anything get between you, not even me.”

“Damn straight!” she agreed. “Not that you aren't pretty great too.”

I could see a blush forming on her pale cheeks and I wasn't having it.

“Hospital, now.” I demanded.

“Right, most important things first,” Sweetie agreed and trotted ahead, holding the door open as Rumble carried me to Nurse Redheart for the worst kind of follow up to our last visit.

At least I was still loved, and that was no small thing.

Author's Note

To those who thinks Diamond Tiara deserves worse, well I agree with you. Too bad, life isn't always fair, and neither is fiction. :raritywink:

Chapter 6: A Hospitable Reception

I clung to Rumble's back as he galloped through Ponyville. I still wasn't sure how I felt about him. On one hoof he had been a big factor in the absolutely awful day I was having. On the other, I was pretty sure Diamond Tiara had tricked him into it. He had tried to breed my marefriend, but he had also been told that we wanted him to. I couldn't speak for Sweetie Belle, but I definitely hadn't wanted him to put his hooves anywhere near my partner. It had been a lot more than hooves though, and while he did that, his marefriend had mocked, tortured and gelded me.

It also stung that Sweetie Belle hadn't even tried to say no or fight him off. If she had been just a little less willing to accept a stranger's cock in a cafe bathroom, then Diamond's plans could have unraveled right then and there. Why hadn't my marefriend demanded an explanation from Rumble before lifting her tail for him? If she had, then maybe I would still be a stallion now. Half a stallion sure, but also one that hadn't been cheated on.

But she hadn't stopped to ask questions, and neither had he. They had just started fucking while I had been right outside the door, pinned down at the threat of gelding by his marefriend, unable to do anything but listen impotently and suffer as mine was taken by another stallion, and enjoying it.

I could have gotten up and rushed after Rumble. I could have bashed the door down and stopped him from sticking his dick in my marefriend. I could have… though I'd probably have ripped my ball off in the process. However, given how I'd ended up losing it anyway, I should have taken that chance. Playing along with Diamond's twisted game had only emasculated me further.

Maybe I would have still ended up a gelding, but I'd retain some dignity. I would have gone out as a stallion defending my mare, not as a neutered cuck who just sat there and took it.

Deep down I knew it was useless to think of what ifs. I couldn't change the past, and I was painfully aware that the damage was already done as I was carried off to the hospital.

As Rumble’s strong back carried me at full gallop, I did my best not to think of how it must have felt for Sweetie Belle to have been beneath this beast of a pony. If his cock was as formidable as everything else about him… well I shuddered to think how I was going to ever satisfy my marefriend after she had gotten a taste of this.

My heart sank as I remembered I would never be able to do that anyway. Even if Rumble hadn't been such a stud, I wasn't even a stallion anymore. Something I was painfully reminded of with every buck and jolt of his body beneath me, racking me with both pain and jealousy.

I really wanted to hate him. He had come unbidden into my relationship and showed me up as a lover. Even if he had been tricked into it, even if he was helping me now, I still had to watch his cum drip out of my marefriend as she ran ahead of us, her tail soaked by a load far bigger than I'd ever been able to give her.

I should hate him for that, but all I could think about now was my own loss, and the glaring fact that my marefriend hadn't even said a word to stop him. He might have instigated it, but Sweetie Belle had happily cheated on me with him. And she'd done it while her monster of an ex-friend crushed any hopes we had of salvaging a normal relationship after this.

“We're here!” Sweetie Belle called, sounding as relieved as I felt that this silent painful journey was at an end. She held the door open for us as Rumble carried me into the hospital. I tried to put aside what they had done to me, because right now I knew they were genuinely trying to make up for it.

We entered the reception area and my stomach dropped even further as I realized the room was full of ponies. A couple dozen mares and stallions who would see my shameful injury and realize I was no longer one of them.

I didn't have time to wallow though, as Rumble began pushing past the crowd. Instead I just tucked my tail and tried my best to look invisible as he paraded me through the room.

How ironic, that just this morning I'd been doing the same thing because I didn't want ponies to notice a far lesser injury. What I wouldn't give to go back to being half a stallion again. To only have to worry about one missing ball, and that one lost to a loving if careless marefriend rather than to a sadistic bitch while said marefriend cheated on me. It had only been an hour or two since we met Diamond Tiara, yet it felt like a lifetime. Back then I'd had everything I needed in life. I really should have been more thankful for that while it lasted.

Instead of waiting, Sweetie Belle moved through the crowd with a confidence I could never have managed even when I was a full stallion. “It's an emergency,” she insisted, plowing the way for me and Rumble to follow. “My boyfriend has been really hurt.”

One look at me where I lay on top of another stallion's back was enough to convince them to let us pass. While I felt my heart heal every time Sweetie Belle reaffirmed that I was still her boyfriend, I couldn't help but feel a spark of jealousy as I noticed how many of the stallions we passed leered at her. The mares admiring Rumble I could take, but that was my marefriend they were ogling!

I couldn't entirely blame them for looking though, not today. In addition to being a true beauty, my marefriend was a sight to behold. Her makeup was smeared, and while she had been keeping her tail down for once, there was no mistaking the white liquid soaking through and making it look almost the same colour as her coat. I felt a slight stab in my nonexistent stallionhood as I compared the sight of her now to that of this morning. Just like now she had been recently fucked, but by me, and she had looked far less of a slutty mess. Back then only I had been able to spot the drops of white in her coat as she trotted through town, proud and pristine. I was now a gelding, and my madonna had been turned into a whore.

Once again I tried very hard to not compare myself to the stallion beneath me. “She chose me,” I insisted to myself, even though I could see with my bare eyes that she hadn't been entirely faithful to that commitment. I found myself grateful for the contraceptive ring in her ear. If it wasn't for that, I'd soon be raising a whole litter of Rumble's foals.

“Welcome to Ponyville General, what's your emergency?”

An unfamiliar mare's voice broke me out of my depressed musings, and I realized we had passed the crowd and made it all the way to the reception desk. Behind it sat a bored looking earth pony in a nurse's hat. Her coat was a dull blue and she had a look of being at the very end of a long shift.

“M-my balls,” I managed to whimper out. I still couldn't bring myself to admit out loud the true extent of my loss. “I think one is broken…”

The mare behind the counter didn't offer me much sympathy though. “You hurt your balls?” she asked, barely looking up from the crossword in front of her.

“A mare kicked him,” Rumble explained, glossing over the fact that it had been his girlfriend who did it, and that it had been a lot worse than a kick. Still I was grateful not to be called out as a gelding in front of the busy waiting room though.

“I see,” the receptionist said, looking up at me, and then turning to Sweetie Belle. “Just take him home and put some ice on it,” she said in a bored tone. “Stallions are always acting like every little bump down there is the end of the world.”

“My boyfriend needs a lot more than ice,” my marefriend insisted. She wasn't going to let us be dismissed that easily. “He just got gelded and needs real medical attention, now,” she announced, stomping her hoof for emphasis.

I cringed at both the stomp and hearing my injury announced out loud. Unfortunately I made the mistake of trying to close my legs. An involuntary and emasculatingly shrill yelp escaped my lips as the broken mess that had once been my stallionhood was painfully squished between my thighs.

Buck me that hurt! What was even worse than the pain though, those ponies in the room that hadn't heard Sweetie Belle's outburst definitely heard mine. I cringed as I felt every pony in the room turn their heads in our direction. I tried my best to let Rumble's muscular back swallow me as every eye in the room took in my broken form.

“Fine I'll take a look at him,” the nurse relented. “That shriek sounded quite convincing, but again, I'm sure he's overreacting. Probably hoping for a sympathy blowjob.”

“He isn't overreacting,” Sweetie Belle said, the flames of her anger dimming into despair. “And I already promised him a blowjob.” Her face fell even further as she added: “Though I don't think he can even enjoy it now. I felt his ball and there was only mush left.”

I felt my ears perk, as she reminded me of my promised reward for today, only to wilt again as she reminded me I was no longer stallion enough to receive it.

“Only mush left?” the nurse asked, oblivious to my internal turmoil. “Well that does suck, for him, but there's no need to be so dramatic.”

She must have noticed how all three of us stared at her, taken aback by her casual dismissal of a stallion losing his most important bits.

“What?” she asked, defensively. “You said he only lost one right, so what's the big deal? Stallions have two for a reason.”

Sweetie Belle and I shared a pained look at that. She was the reason I didn't have two. While that had been an accident we were trying to work past, it had also cemented my full emasculation today. I was fresh out of spares as I suffered the worst loss a stallion could endure, and it was her fault.

I could see tears starting to form in my marefriend's eyes as it sunk in that she was partially responsible for the tragedy that had befallen me. I tried to reach out to comfort her. It wasn't her fault what Diamond Tiara had done to us, not entirely anyway.

“This is the big deal you stubborn mule!’

I should have remembered we still had Rumble with us, and while he had been complicit too, he seemed to be as triggered by Sweetie Belle's tears as I was, only he chose action over sorrow.

With an angry huff Rumble turned around and backed up against the counter, giving the receptionist an unobstructed view of both our rears.

“See?” he barked as he used a wing to brush aside my tail and exposed my injury for the obstinate mare to inspect. “Still think it's not a big deal?”

“Oh,” was her first reply, and I felt my blush as she took in my lack of stallionhood. Though her next words raised my humiliation further. “Those are some magnificent balls,” she marvelled. “A bit swollen perhaps, but still the healthiest and most virile pair I've seen in a long time.”

I felt what was left of my sack shrivel up as I realized she had been too busy ogling Rumble’s treasures to even notice my empty coin purse.

“Look further up genius,” Rumble grumbled. “At the stallion on my back.”

“I see,” she said, finally doing her job and wincing in half sincere sympathy as she took in my injury. “Yes I see what you mean, though calling it a stallion at this point is a bit generous.”

“That's my boyfriend you're talking about,” Sweetie growled. “And stop ogling Rumble as well!”

“Sure, your boy-friend,” the receptionist’s tone reminded me of Diamond Tiara. “Not much ‘’boy’ left in ‘him’.”

“I don't care!” Sweetie called back. “He's still mine.”

Well that was a double punch of emotions, one gentle and warm in my heart, and one devastating in what was left of my pride. I wondered why she still wanted me if she didn't see me as a stallion, but I feared asking out loud would break that spell.

“If you say so,” the nurse grinned. “Though you might want to trade him up for somepony more functional… that magnificent hunk beneath him for example.”

“He's off limits too!” Sweetie Belle shouted, surprising us all by how possessive she sounded. Almost as much as she'd been about me. I felt my heart sink again.

Even if she still loved me, I would never be able to please her like I used to, not like Rumble could. Would she want to see him again? Of course she would, even I found him attractive, and I wasn't even into stallions, and she would need to get her licks somewhere if I could no longer perform. I swore I'd take Diamond's advice and get really good with my tongue, but part of me realized I would probably always worry she would one day leave me for him.

“Sorry,” Rumble said, turning back around so we both could see the smirk wane off the nurse's muzzle. “You're not even remotely my type.”

I sincerely doubted that given that he had been dating Diamond Tiara less than an hour ago, but I kept my mouth shut. I noticed he had only glanced at the nurse. Though the way he looked at my marefriend made it very clear that his type overlapped with mine.

Sweetie Belle blushed under his gaze and I realized I'd probably have to resign myself to them seeing each other behind my back. I wasn't sure I could live with that, but then again the alternative was a life entirely without Sweetie Belle, and that seemed even worse.

“Ouch,” the nurse deadpanned. “Anyway, you should take that gelding over to Nurse Redheart so she can finish the job. No need to keep it in unnecessary pain while the two of you nip off to fuck again.”

My marefriend opened her mouth to protest, but Rumble cut her off. “Sounds good,” he said. “Where do we drop him off?”

I wanted to kill him then and there, but I could do little as I lay there draped over his back, too injured to even walk on my own. Not like I had the balls to really fight him anyway. I just hoped Sweetie Belle was genuine about wanting to stay with me despite his advances.

“I'll call somepony to take you over,” the mare behind the counter replied, then raised her voice and called out. “Nurse Sweetheart?!”

“Yes?”

I felt Rumble startle beneath me as a pink mare in a nurse's hat stepped out from behind Sweetie Belle. Given that the rotund nurse was almost twice the size of my marefriend, that should not have been possible.

The nurse behind the counter took it in stride though. “There you are, Sweetheart,” she said. “We have another patient for Nurse Redheart, could you show them to her operating room?”

“Of course,” the new nurse, Sweetheart, replied, then her eyes widened as she took in Rumble. “Hubba hubba,” she giggled. “Now why does such a hunk need to see Redheart?”

“Not him,” the first nurse corrected. “The one on his back.”

Sweetheart turned her face up and grinned as she spotted me. “Hi,” she said, her smile felt a lot more friendly than the other nurse's. “Didn't see you up there.”

“I'm starting to get used to that,” I admitted.

“Sorry,” she said, and it was probably the most genuine apology I'd gotten all day. “So what are you here for?”

I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could, somepony beat me too it.

“Gelding,” the nurse behind the counter answered, her voice dripping with glee as she announced my sexless status loud enough for the entire room to hear.

Yes, I was a gelding, and now all of Ponyville knew too. This day just couldn't get any worse.

But I couldn't see how it could get any better either.

Author's Note

Apologies for this chapter taking so long. The story was supposed to have ended with chapter six, but my editor and a couple proofreaders didn't like that ending, and I agreed. So I rewrote this twice and I'm finally happy with it. Hope you liked it.