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!