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.