Equestria Dark: Tales of a New Appleloosan Stallion Water Salespony

A shrieking wail echoed through the halls of Manehatten General.  Such an occurrence was not uncommon - the dangerous work the ballooning city required often had working mares staggering in with lacerations or contusions indicative of internal bleeding.  This screech was different, however.  Hackles rose and hearts fluttered as the youthful voice of a young colt in agony filled the lower floor.

"Hold him down!"  Dr. Swift Pulse magicked a strap onto one of the young earth pony's legs, smearing his yellow coat with blood as she tightened it as much as she could.  The Emergency Room had gone deathly quiet after that wail of pain and terror but that meant little to the unicorn doctor.  She had a very injured little colt to take care of and already the tiny form thrashing beneath her hooves was growing pale from blood loss.  "Nurse, hold him still!"

"I-I'm trying!"  Nurse Deep Breath blinked tears out of his eyes as the small form thrashed in agony.  Wings spread behind in an instinctual fear-reaction, the nurse was forced to use hooves to try to hold the patient still.  Doctor Pulse finally managed to get his hind legs open as two further nurses rushed over to assist.

"By Celestia ..."  Under normal circumstances, Doctor Pulse was known for being extremely formal in her speech as well as her mannerisms.  This was no normal circumstance.  The small colt's penis had been cut in spirals down the length while a barbed iron ring was clamped around the base - forcing him to remain 'dropped.'  One of the nurses began to retch at the sight.  The sound snapped Doctor Pulse from her stunned silence and she shoved the green colored stallion aside as he sobbing colt slowly faded before her eyes.  "We need to sterilize the entire area, I want surgical unit one prepped now-"

"I-I think it's in use ri-"

"I don't give a damn!  Un-use it, clean it, prep it!"  Turning to a pair of nurse mares standing nearby, she stomped a hoof in irritation.  "I need a blood transfusion yesterday!  You," one hoof jabbed semi-randomly at one of the pair, "get me as much plasma as you can carry and you," the other nurse jumped slightly as her comrade galloped off towards the freezer unit, "get me an IV set-up on him!"

As the nurses scurried to do their jobs - and the sobbing slowly dying to a dangerous rattle - Doctor Pulse took a deep, shuddering breath to calm herself.

"And somepony get me the fucking Guard."

"Celestia's golden teats."  Guardmare Silent Bloom had seen a great deal of disturbing imagery in her life but the sight of a small colt with an iron 'drop ring' and a completely bandaged penis was still a shocking sight.  The doctor watching the sleeping colt next to her nodded in agreement, though her grimace at the choice of words wasn't lost on the Guardsmare.  "And you said he was just dropped off like this Doctor Pulse?"

"Yes.  A 'Marenenite' dropped him off."  Silent Bloom winced at the name of the religious folk that had once been the dominant religion of 'old New Amsterdame.'  Though persecuted and reviled, a few families of the staunchly faithful had remained after what they termed the 'False Union's Conquest.'  Earth pony purists and fanatics in the eyes of the public.  "His father, we presume, though it's hard enough keeping track of their harems."

"They tend towards monogamy."  Silent's statement gained her a snort from the unicorn doctor though she did not protest the fact.  Silent sighed and wiped her forehead with one wing.  This was already shaping up to be a massive headache for the precinct.  "What the tartarus happened?"  If Bloom's rougher choice of words caused the doctor discomfort, she did not show it.  Rather, the pink unicorn sighed and rubbed her forehead - a sure sign of a magical tension headache.

"His penis was ... carved.  It seems whoever did it removed an eighth to quarter inch strip of skin in a spiral pattern down the entire length of the shaft down to the corpus spongiosum and cavernosum."  At Bloom's blank look, the doctor grimaced.  "The parts that make a stallion hard."

"Fuck."

"Yes, well."  Swift Pulse fought the urge to remark about the impossibility of that.  "We've copied the design for evidence and ... sealed the strip as best we could but there has been a great deal of damage done.  The glans - the head - was 'roughened' with what appears to have been sandpaper."

Silent Bloom could only stare at the sad little form.  No words.  No words.  Doctor Pulse noticed her silence and, motioning with a hoof, drew the Guardsmare's eyes to the crude 'drop ring.'

"They used that thing to force the colt to drop."  A ring of iron with a small chain attachment to adjust the size, drop rings were illegal for a very specific reason.  The barbs facing inward, forcing the male's member to remain extended lest it become damaged from the thorn-like spikes.  Too often, males had lost their genitalia because of extended wear of a drop ring.  "We have a sample of saliva from whoever placed it around him."

"We're going to get the sick bitch that did this to him."

"It was a male that put it on him."

"Herr von Klippe."  Silent Bloom nodded to the distressed Marenenite behind the desk, reaching up and tugging loose her helmet.  As soon as the golden helm left her head, the illusion spell dropped and the white pegasus mare reverted to her natural cream coat and green mane coloration.  The stallion kept his eyes firmly on the table top.  She quirked one eyebrow at him but continued.  "We have some qu-"

"My son, is he well?"  The grey earth pony's interruption was sudden and Silent could see the worry etched in his face.  Despite the magic-signature from the saliva sample matching him perfectly, Silent felt a surge of sadness at the display of paternal instinct.

"He lives."

"... I'll confess."

"Herr von Klippe?"

"My wife left me."  The stallion behind the table leaned forward and put his head in his hooves.  Wet drops soon stained the wooden table top but the stallion's voice remained firm.  "She told me that I was sinful for not allowing her to practice the Old Ways on our first son.  She left me for a stallion in Ponyville - some herd-loving hussy."

Silent bit her lip to keep from speaking.  Her own herd's honor would have to wait.  After a time, a shuddering sigh escaped the broken stallion.

"I thought ... I thought that if I ... if I did the Old Ways.  If I did what she wanted, she would come back to me.  Come back to us."

"... you have the right to remain silent.  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.  You have the right to Counsel.  If you cannot afford Counsel, one will be appointed at the time of your arraignment.  You have the right to legal assistance and the right to a communique with anypony or creature that can be reasonably reached.  Do you understand these rights?"

"Ja."

"... may Celestia have mercy on you."