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.