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"Ah think it's time to put the little one to bed," Applejack announced as the foal gave another adorable yawn in her lap, the little guy barely a month old.

It was a blue-white pegasus, but the little colt was still hers in every way that mattered, and she loved him with all the love she could muster. The only things she did not love about the little guy were how he had been conceived… and what he had inherited from his sire, the things between his legs. But she'd get her ire sorted out tonight.

"It is," Rarity feigned a yawn, but her eyes glinted, as eager as Applejack for the evening's festivities to move onto the next phase.

“Yeah, about that…” Rainbow Dash muttered, but too low for her wife to hear as Applejack stood up and announced to their friends.

“Are you ready to get the real party started?”

Pinkie was the first to cheer, giving a happy squeal at the mention of a party. She pulled out two balloons in one hoof and a thumbtack in the other.

Before she could pop them, Fluttershy reached out and put a wing around her excited friend. “Please don't,” she asked gently. “I don't like the sound.”

“Oh, chill, Fluttershy,” Pinkie admonished but lowered the thumbtack. “It's just balloons.”

“I know,” Fluttershy agreed, “but it's still a loud noise, and there’s a sleeping foal right there.”

“I was going to pop them quietly,” Pinkie grumbled, but it was clear she’d lost the argument.

“At least wait until I'm out of earshot,” the yellow mare turned and walked over to scoop the foal from Applejack's hooves. “I'll put him to bed so you can all have your fun.”

“Aww, you're going to miss another one?” Pinkie whined.

“Yes,” Fluttershy said as she cradled the little one in her wings. “I don't like the sound the real ones make when they pop either; it icks me out.” And that was the end of the discussion.

They didn't understand why Fluttershy was so bothered, but they knew they'd only upset her if they insisted she stay. She'd also ruin the popping for everypony else as well.

“Say goodnight to Mommy,” Fluttershy said, holding up the sleeping baby to her parents.

“Goodnight, little Applesauce,” AJ kissed her foal on his sleeping forehead, hesitating for a second, and then stepped aside to let Rainbow do the same.

“G'night, squirt,” the awesomer of his two mommies reached out and gave his tiny hoof a careful bump. “You sleep tight while we take care of your awesome daddy, alright?”

“Please don't call him that,” Applejack hissed at Rainbow Dash as Fluttershy wandered out of the party barn to put the foal to bed.

“What? It's technically true,” RD shrugged.

"No, it ain't,” Applejack shot back, then took a deep breath to calm herself. “Fine, given all he's givin' up to help us, Ah giss Ah can cut him a little slack.”

“And cut his sack!” Pinkie singsonged.

“That too,” Applejack grinned, scanning the crowd for ’awesome daddy’ and finding him in the very back of the room. ”Ready to lose your nuts, Soarin'?”

The pegasus stallion gave a sigh, but nodded meekly.

“Well, what're you hiding back there for then?” she called out to him, grinning. “You are supposed to be the center of attention. After all, it's only fair we give your bucking stallionhood a proper send-off.”

“I guess,” Soarin' stepped forward, looking even less thrilled about the prospect of losing his nuts than Applejack had been about him sleeping with her wife. “Let's just get this over with.”

“That's the spirit,” Applejack grinned, and then leaned forward and whispered so the other mares wouldn't overhear. “Ah bet you said the same disgusting thing to mah dear Rainbow Dash when you had that roll in the hay, eh?”

“It was in your barn,” Soarin' sighed, “and you knew about it when it happened.”

“Yeah, but Ah bet you didn't know you'd lose your balls even if you just helped knock up some other mare's wife.”

“No, I didn't,” Soarin' admitted sadly.

“Sorry, bro,” Rainbow said. “If I'd known, I'd have asked somepony else.”

“Anypony else you asked would also need to be castrated,” Twilight pointed out, holding up the pamphlet she always brought to these events, as if everypony present didn't know the, by now, almost a year-old laws by heart now.

“Yeah, I know,” Rainbow bristled, “you explained it all when I announced I was pregnant. “But you know, it still sucks to have to do this to a friend.”

“Didn't hear you complain when we gelded my husband,” Pinkie pointed out. “You even cheered when Cheesie's balloons popped from AJ’s stomping.”

“That's different,” Rainbow protested as a shocked Soarin' turned to look at her.

“What about when we juiced mah brother's balls?” Applejack chimed in, liking the look of betrayal on Soarin'’s face. “You even took a few stomps yourself before Ah mashed them.”

“What?!” Soarin' exclaimed, looking even more horrified.

“I was drunk that time,” Rainbow defended her actions and gave her wife an accusatory glare. “And AJ offered a whole keg of cider if anypony else managed to make him pop.”

“That was a fun party,” Pinkie agreed. “I think that's when Cheese knocked me up; said he couldn't wait to be next.” Pinkie added, remembering how he had volunteered to have the procedure done as quickly as possible. The law didn’t specify when the stallion had to get popped, just that it needed to be done between inception and the foal's first full moon.

“Look,” Dash raised her voice and her wings to stop the conversation before it could spiral out of hoof. “Those were all fun times for sure, but it's not the same. Big Mac and Cheese Sandwich knew what they signed up for as they got pregnant after the law was put into place. They chose to become fathers even knowing what it would cost them.”

“Zephyr Breeze didn't,” Pinkie commented, before Rainbow silenced her with a glare.

AJ smiled as she remembered punishing the filthy shit stain. “We don't talk about that!” RD snapped, then put a wing around the terrified stallion beside her. “The point is, Soarin' here didn't know he would lose his awesome nuts for this. He thought he was only helping out.”

AJ’s eyes twitched, “Awesome?!”

“What? Applesauce is awesome, so of course he’d come from an awesome place.” Dash gave her wife a questioning look, the hairs on her back raising as she saw AJ’s eyes.

“If you'd read the law that was being proposed properly–” Twilight began, but RD cut her off.

“But we didn't, and now I feel bad he's missing out on becoming a father.”

“Well, technically he is one,” Pinkie pointed out, and ducked beneath his tail. “Good job,” she whispered, giving his swinging package an approving pat that made the poor stallion jump.

“No, he ain't,” Applejack interjected. “Little Applesauce is mine and Rainbow’s.”

“Exactly,” Rainbow agreed, though slightly taken aback by her wife’s aggressive tone. “He helped us have a foal, but we didn't expect him to pay the ultimate price for our sake.” She paused, giving him another squeeze with her wing. “Thank you, and I'm really sorry you're losing your balls for it; I know you were saving them for Spitfire.”

“It's okay,” he said, managing a defiant smile as he was reminded that he at least had one true friend in this room. “I already knocked her up, so this won't derail our engagement.”

“Really?” Rainbow shot him a grin. “That's clever, dude!”

“No, it's not!” Twilight blurted, flustered as she began flipping through her many pamphlets and documents. “That's not how the law is supposed to work! It's one stallion, one foal. You can't just breed another mare after the first one unless a more important law overrules it!”

“Oh yeah?” he shot back. “What are you going to do about it, Princess? Castrate me twice?!”

Twilight opened her mouth to protest, but closed it as she realised there was not actually anything preventing this loophole in the swiftly implemented one-foal policy. It did give the stallions time to circumvent the rule for quite a bit of time, now that she thought about it…

“Fine,” she eventually bristled, “but make it really painful for him, girls.”

A smile grew on Applejack's muzzle. “Is there any way to pop a guy's balls that isn't painful?”

Once more, Twilight didn't have a good argument, so she just shrugged at the farmer's words. “I don't know, but I'm sure Pinkie could come up with one.”

“Probably,” Pinkie agreed. “But what would be the fun in that?”

There was an agreeing murmur from most of the mares in the room except Rainbow Dash, prompting Soarin' to step up to the sacrificial table. It looked surprisingly innocent, half of it loaded up with snacks and soft drinks. He hadn't partaken in either, not having any appetite given what was coming for him. He cringed a little as he noticed the snackless side had a few hoof marks and a dark stain. Not wanting to think about how many other stallions had gotten their bits smashed on that very table, he turned around and lifted his tail.

“Alright, you sick twisted mares,” he announced, plopping his wedding tackle down on the cold hard wooden surface. “Let's get this over with.”

To his surprise, the only one who voiced a word of protest was Twilight. Even Rainbow Dash just gave him a sheepish look of shame, and Applejack let out a dark chuckle that made him want to bolt from the room and not stop until he reached Yakyakistan.

“We're not…” the princess began, sounding both offended and embarrassed. She then took refuge in the truth: “The law is the law. You have sired a foal, two foals even, and must therefore be castrated. We take no pleasure in this,” she added at the end.

“Speak for yourself!” Rarity called out from the couch. She had already slipped one hoof beneath her dress and only blushed a little as everypony in the room turned to look at her. “What? she replied defensively. “We’re all getting off to this, so we might as well admit it.”

“I'm not,” Twilight lied.

“If you say so, darling,” Rarity said with a knowing smile. She then hiked up her dress, giving the room an excellent view as she played with her dripping wet pink and alabaster-coloured snatch. “Then you're probably the only one here that can fight their instincts,” Rarity added, as every mare in the room had their mating cycles synchronised. She didn’t refer to RD or Pinkie Pie though; they were the only ones not in heat, as their official motherhood status came with pills from the princesses to stop their post-foal heat from consuming them.

“Rarity!” Twilight shouted indignantly, though her eyes were immediately drawn to the sexual display. “The One Foal Policy is a royal decree from both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna! And we should carry out the popping ceremony with dignity and professionalism.”

“Oh, lighten up, Twilight,” Pinkie sang.

She was now seated next to Rarity, and only two balloons on her lap kept her pink marehood from being as well displayed as her friend's. She began blowing up a third balloon; this one had a much more phallic shape. “ A party is a party,” she said between breaths. “They can be fun whether they're legal ceremonies or orgies.”

“Or both,” Rarity agreed, still pleasuring herself for all the room to see, her dress hiked up around her waist and looking like she'd chosen it specifically to frame her nether regions.

Soarin' tried not to stare, but he was only a stallion after all, at least for the moment, and he felt his libido stir awake as he took in the erotic scene in front of him. It grew slightly less so as Pinkie twisted the three balloons into what resembled a vastly oversized stallionhood and began to stroke it with obscene gestures.

As silly as that display was, it still made Soarin'’s stallionhood grow in response, as he could no longer hold it back with the display combining with the smell of heat. Perhaps it too longed to be touched by those fun-loving pink hooves, or perhaps it was the utterly beautiful mare boldly putting her pleasure hole on display next to Pinkie Pie that made him break.

“Enjoying the view?” Rarity purred, lifting her hooves to give him an even more unobstructed view of her sopping wet cunt. He noticed for the first time that she had a piercing down there, a small blue gemstone embedded in her clit, the thing showing even if she wasn’t winking.

“U-uhm,” Soarin' stammered, thoughts of burying his snout in that pretty marehood invading his mind. He blushed as he realised he was entirely hard, lusting for a mare who was here to partake in his popping ceremony. “Yes,” he admitted, feeling he had no dignity left to lose.

“Rarity…” Twilight began again. “He's got a fiancée.”

“Who isn't here,” Rarity noted, going back to stroking her bejeweled clit. “So why not give him something pretty to look at while he can still enjoy it?”

“Good point!” Pinkie called out, and the room reverberated with the sound of two loud pops as she did to her balloon stallionhood what they were about to do to his flesh-and-blood one.

While it did indeed expose something pretty to look at, Soarin' only caught a glimpse of the pink mare's pussy before he felt the need to look away. While just balloons, the imagery of Pinkie gelding herself and stroking that fake phallus was a bit much.

He found himself making eye contact with Rainbow Dash, his only friend in this herd of horny mares. “Sorry,” she said, shrugging her wings and blushing. “My friends get a bit carried away during these ceremonies. It's a mare thing.”

He looked around the room and had to admit that Rainbow Dash was probably right. Mares in heat, in general, were indeed horny beasts. Two were jilling openly on the couch. Next to them was a princess of Equestria who was trying not to make it too obvious that she was watching them intently and rubbing her rear legs together. His friend and teammate showed sympathy, but by the sound of it had enjoyed similar castration parties in the past.

Lastly, there was Applejack, who was patiently waiting. The orange mare was popping nuts and other snacks into her maw and grinning at him as she crushed them between her teeth.

“Well,” Soarin' sighed. “At least I'll be able to brag that I once satisfied an entire room full of mares at the same time. I’ll keep it a secret that it was the Elements of Harmony, of course.”

“Didn't you used to do that on a weekly basis in the locker room?” Rainbow asked. “I often had to shower alone because they all wanted a piece of you after a hard practice session.”

“Well…” Soarin' got a dreamy look on his face. “Not as often since me and Spitfire got engaged, but yeah. You'd have been welcome to join as well, but you were married.”

“And mainly into mares,” Rainbow added, tossing her mane while AJ raised an eyebrow. She had seen the stud beside her mount all of the female teammates she could remember the names of, days of jilling herself to the sound of him mounting them echoing in her mind.

“There's that too,” Soarin' agreed, then let out a sigh as his ears wilted. Reality sank in slowly but surely as the wooden table cooled his nuts. “I guess that kind of fun ends today.”

“Yeah, no more sleeping around for you,” Applejack interrupted, walking over with a wide grin on her muzzle. “The Wonderbolt mares are going to have to find another dirtbag.”

Soarin' looked away from the wicked gleam in her eye and sighed. “They already did.”

“Holy nut, Thunderlane made the team?!” Dash gasped. “I guess I’ve been out of the loop for quite a while. Still, good for him. And I'm sure the other mares will appreciate still having a stud on the team,” RD said, recalling how all of the other stallions weren’t interested.

But her comment only earned her a raised eyebrow from the stallion, and before she could ask, Soarin' shot back. “Thunderlane? That dork is barely a stallion as it is with his package still intact. I was bigger when I was a colt!” He huffed, stomping a hoof against the floor.

“And he’s a colt cuddler, and a cuck to top it all off.” Rainbow looked in disbelief at his words. “No, it’s his Pegasus boyfriend that’s been taking care of bucking ever since I got engaged, not that either is bigger than a colt… Thunder sits off to the side stroking his clit while his stud does all of the pounding. They have the decency to wait until I’m gone, at least.”

She watched Soarin' wilt at his own words and hurried to add a bit of sunshine to the grey situation. “I'm sure Spitfire will be really glad to have you all to herself.”

He gave a weak smile at that, which was far outshone as Applejack stepped up behind him, Soarin' smelling her strong farm-mare heat before he ever saw her. “It's not like he'll be able to rut her either,” she said, patting his foalmakers where they lay on display, tapping them rather hard if Soarin''s expression was anything to go by.

“Once we pop these suckers.” She gave him another tap, harder this time. “All he's going to be good for is eating pie, probably Thunderlane’s boyfriend's creamy load.”

“Well, lucky for Spitfire, he's a champion pie eater,” Rainbow Dash said while remembering his tongue work, Soarin' too busy gritting his teeth to reply himself. Her own marehood was leaking a little, but far less than her heat-stricken friends. “Where is she anyway? Thought she'd want to be here to hold your hoof as Applejack pops you.”

“Or do the deed herself,” Applejack said, landing another punch that turned Soarin'’s reply into a deep, illegible groan. “Not that I'm complaining. I've looked forward to this ever since you and Soarin'…” she trailed off, anger flaring in her eyes. She took it out on Soarin'’s nuts, pounding them hard against the wooden table.”

“Technically, Rainbow should be the one doing it,” Twilight lectured as Soarin'’s scream drew her attention away from the couch and the two mares shamelessly jilling themselves off on it. “As the mare who carried his foal to term, it falls to her to ensure he becomes a gelding. And YOU,” Twilight pointed an accusing hoof at AJ, “already have three warnings from when you gelded Big Mac, Cheesie and Zephyr. You lean too far into your emotions, AJ. We can’t have this professional practice turn into one mare’s relief vent for stallion-fueled anger.”

Applejack puffed her chest up, not a fan of being told off in her own home. Seeing the look she was giving Twilight, Dash spoke up, “Maybe, but I'm going to let her do it. She really wants to, and I remember how fun she had popping Big Mac after Sugar Belle chickened out.” AJ was the element of honesty, so she had a hard time lying or hiding her hatred.

“That was fun,” Applejack admitted, climbing up on the table to better grind Soarin''s nuts into the hard surface. “Kind of Spitfire to let me do it again,” she chuckled, placing a hoof on top of his smaller left nut and putting her weight on it. “Too bad I can't make her watch.”

“You didn't watch as I bred your wife nice and hard,” Soarin' managed to grit out, a snark that Applejack rewarded with a stomp that made him howl in agony.

“That's different!” Applejack protested. “Ah knew it needed to be done so I could have a foal. Didn't mean Ah didn't find it disgusting! My dear and pure Rainbow Dash had to let a filthy stallion put his repulsive dick inside her. Ah couldn't watch as that happened.”

“That actually sounds quite close to the same,” Rainbow disagreed with her wife. “Spitfire knows he has to get gelded, but she can't stand seeing him in pain while it happens. She puts up a hard front, but she's a real softie when you get to know her.”

“Fine, it's kinda the same!” Applejack admitted, though that didn't stop her from delivering a series of really hard stomps on Soarin''s swelling foalmakers. She was definitely causing some damage, if the crunching sounds were anything to go by.

“Alright,” the farmer eventually said, wiping the sweat off her face. “Ah think I've softened them up enough. Got any last words to say as a dirty stallion?”

“Y-yeah…” Soarin' gritted his teeth against the pain and managed a grin on his face as he looked over at his fellow Wonderbolt. “How about you give me a blowjob as a send off?”

“What?!” Applejack shrieked. “Ain't no way in Tartarus that's happening!”

Stopping herself from licking her lips at the prospect of showing off her improved oral skills since sucking him off that night, RD distanced herself, taken aback by her wife's outburst. “Y-yeah… I mean you deserve one, but I'm not risking Applejack's wrath to give you one.”

He gave her a pleading look, with just a hint of betrayal, but the blue mare just shook her head. She didn’t want to risk being in the hospital and away from being a Wonderbolt for a moment longer, her time away nearing a year already. “Sorry, Clipper.”

“Awww, no final orgasm?” Rarity complained, reminding them all that they still had a horny audience. “That’s too bad. I always enjoy watching those last few viral spurts."

“It’s not part of the ceremony,” Twilight lectured. “It’s just something we do to be nice.”

“Nah, buck that!” Pinkie huffed, leaping off the couch. “If you don't want it, I'm taking it!”

“You don't have to,” Twilight reminded her.

“I know, but I want to,” Pinkie Pie replied, tossing away the phallic balloon she had used as a makeshift dildo. “My husband is a gelding and has been one for months. You think I am going to turn down a working cock when it is offered?”

“That's fair,” Twilight admitted, and joined Rarity on the couch to watch the proceedings. While she hid her excitement better than the rest of the girls, there was no mistaking the damp fur between her legs. “Not that it will remain working for much longer, of course.” Twilight gave Dash a quick look, and nodded before AJ saw them.

“It’ll work long enough for us both to get off,” Pinkie Pie said as she stalked over to the only stallion in the room. She stopped in front of him and smiled warmly. “You think Spitfire would mind if you bucked another mare? And don’t worry, I’m perfectly safe.” She gave her ass a spank, Soarin' and a few of the mares present watching intently as it wiggled about.

“Probably not,” he admitted, checking her out. He was still in a lot of pain, but he'd been able to recover since Applejack stopped pummeling his apples. “After all, she was fine with me breeding Rainbow Da-AAAAAAASH!”

His words turned into a scream as Applejack flattened his left nut with a thump that knocked some of the snacks off the table. A clear crunching sound emanated from the table, and it wasn't just the crackers and chips hitting the floor.

“You sure you want to run your mouth when I have your wretched berries under my hoof?” Applejack threatened, raising her hoof to inspect the damage from her latest stomp.

Twilight noted something unknown to AJ down off to the side, while Rarity was distracted by the show in front of them. Her magic wrote down a few comments about Applejack, and even a whole paragraph about AJ needing more psychiatrist appointments.

“You're going to make me a gelding either way. Sass is all I have left.” Soarin' managed to put a hint of defiance in his words, even as he gritted his teeth against the throbbing pain in his rapidly swelling left nut, its right brethren looking on in horror.

“True,” the honest mare agreed and brought her hoof down on his right nut in an attempt to even out the pain and swelling. There was another wet crunch as Applejack ground the male nugget to the brink of popping. “But Ah still don't like you reminding me of that horrible night!” She twisted her hoof and made Soarin' squeal as something else broke inside his damaged right foalmaker, the damage evening out as she pressed his virility flat.

“Hay!” Pinkie frowned up at her friend. “Could you at least wait until he's inside me before you render him useless?” The baker gave her friend an angry look, not liking how the stud hating farmer rushed past the fun bits of the ceremony just because of her own prejudice.

“Sure,” Applejack grumbled, stepping off his mangled stallion bits entirely before spitting on his nuts, the sight of them making her gag. “Just make sure he doesn't knock you up.”

“Please,” Pinkie rolled her eyes, pointing to her still milk-swollen breasts as she stood on her hind legs. “I’m a mother now, and do you think I sleep around as much as I do without solid contraceptives? And these are the same ones Rainbow Dash is on.”

“Ah guess that was foolish of me,” Applejack admitted, then frowned as the words were processed. “Wait, what?! You're cheating on your husband?”

“Of course not!” the married mare protested as she ducked low and inspected Soarin''s rather impressive pink organ, perhaps the biggest she’d ever seen. “I'd never violate Cheese's trust like that!”

“Never?” Applejack deadpanned as her friend turned around and presented her dripping marehood for a stallion who was most definitely not her husband.

“Never,” Pinkie Pie agreed, and impaled herself on Soarin''s cock, giving a happy squeal of delight as it filled her needy cave to the breaking point, stretching her more than ever before. Her squeal was echoed by a deep moan from the stallion, happy to gain a very pleasurable distraction from the pain in his half-destroyed sex organs.

“Ah guess it's not cheating if he's a gelding,” Applejack sighed as the stallion she hated above all others got one last buck in.

“No that's not why!” Pinkie protested indignantly, in between moans of pleasure. “Geldings have feelings too. I said I'd never cheat on Cheesie, but it's not cheating if we’ve got an open relationship and I tell him about it. You should know, honesty is important in a relationship.”

“Ya mean to tell me you sleep with stallions, and your gelding husband is just… okay with that?” Applejack sounded incredulous, which wasn't surprising given how bitter she still was about having had to ask Soarin', of all ponies for a sperm donation.

“Of course,” Pinkie said happily as she began to bounce herself on Soarin''s meaty shaft. “In fact, if we had been able to get a foal sitter tonight, Cheesie would be sandwiched between Rarity and Twilight on the couch over there, enjoying the show just as much as they are.”

Applejack shook her head. “You're a weird, Pinkie, enjoying males instead of mares.” Why mares bothered with stallions always baffled her, they had no use besides their seed. “But alright, enjoy his cock as much as you like while Rainbow an’ I take care of his acorns.”

“That's the plan,” Pinkie panted, now grinding her hips against Soarin'. “You should enjoy this too, stud. It might be the last time you are inside a mare.”

The Wonderbolt stallion agreed with her, he might as well enjoy every minute he remained a stallion. If his fiancée really minded, she should have been where Pinkie was, supporting him through the pain and giving his stallionhood one last ride. But Spitfire wasn't here, so he had to make do with bucking the fun-loving mare below him.

“Oh yes!” the slutty Element of Laughter moaned as he grabbed her barrel and started thrusting into her. “Buck me harder, you stud!”

“Oh no you don't!” Applejack called as his balls began to slip off the table. With a swift stomp, she pinned the bruised orbs to the wooden surface.

“Awww, Applejack!” Pinkie whined as the cock was nearly pulled out of her. Also, his shout of pain hurt her ears. “It was just getting good!”

“You know why we're here, Pinkie,” Applejack frowned at her friend while she repositioned the balls with her hooves to once again lie fully exposed on the sacrificial table.

“Ugh, fine!” The pink mare rolled her eyes but slammed her hips back, shoving Soarin''s cock deep inside of her and pinning his backside against the table's edge. “You better let me do the moving around, stud. Applejack is going to have a hard time popping your balls unless you stay still,” she instructed him.

“I don't want to make it easy for her,” Soarin' grumbled, but stayed put and tried to enjoy the feel of a mare around his cock while he did his best to ignore the one standing on his nuts. AJ’s mating-ready scent helped him alongside Pinkie’s. ”I'd rather she didn't pop them.”

“I know,” Pinkie said as she began to bounce on his dick once more, legs shaking as she got used to his obscene size. “But this is happening whether you like it or not, mister.” There was a resigned grumble from the stallion as he began to meet the pink mare's thrusts, careful not to move too much himself. “That's the spirit!” Pinkie cheered as they began to buck in earnest. “If it gets too painful, you can bite my mane.”

“Will it help?” he asked.

“Only a little,” the bubbly mare admitted, “but it'll stop your screams from hurting my ears, and I know my friends really want to hear the sound of your balls popping and cracking.”

Soarin' didn't even bother to answer that one, but he laid into her with as much gusto as his restrained position allowed, eager to enjoy his last few moments as a stallion and get some pleasure out of this sick situation. The smell of arousal was getting thick in the room, with Rarity and Twilight’s heat now evident even from his position at the table.

Rarity was still jilling herself off on the couch, and Princess Twilight's gaze kept flickering between her alabaster friend and the four ponies at the table while she tried her damn hardest to pretend she wasn't aroused by either.

Applejack was dripping nectar down her legs as she anticipated what she would do once everypony started cumming. The sight was irresistible to Dash, the mare seeing a golden opportunity to try and distract her wife away from hurting her friend. Licking her lips, she buried her muzzle in her wife's dripping snatch.

“Whoa!” Applejack chuckled as the Pegasus' tongue got busy beneath her tail. “You know Ah love when you go down on me, babe, and Ah’d love to return the favour, but we can't until we're done here. We'll have all night for each other once we pop these ugly suckers.”

They weren’t ugly, but Dash couldn’t very well say that without risking getting a hoof to the muzzle. Instead, she found the next best solution, hoping to shorten Soarin'’s pain as much as possible. “Then hurry up and finish it,” Rainbow spoke between laps.

“Happily,” the farm pony replied, rolling the already damaged foalmakers beneath her heavy hoof while grinding her rear back against her wife's tongue, mistaking Rainbow’s hurried act for eagerness. “But Ah don't wanna be a greedy mare and have all the fun for myself.”

Now it was Rainbow Dash's time to pull back. “I don't think you have to worry about that,” she said, catching in the corner of her eye how Twilight was giving in and kneeling between Rarity's legs. Pinkie and Soarin' were going at it like rabbits, and she was very much busy trying to keep Applejack's attention away from Soarin’. “Everypony else is getting off too.”

“Everypony except you, sugarcube,” Applejack noted.

“I'll be fine,” her wife replied, and got back to eating her out. “And given how wet you are, I know you'll lick me senseless once we're alone.” Her comment was meant to make her wife hurry things along, to make AJ pop the orbs and for them to run off toward the farmhouse. Then hopefully Soarin' would be left to rest and heal, even if it meant Applejack and she would be missing out on the after party and nut butter eating which she loved.

“Ah know… oh Celestia, that feels good!” The apple mare moaned, but she wrapped her tail around her wife's muzzle and pulled her away from her dripping cunt. “But as much as Ah love having your tongue down there… wouldn't it be better if we did this together?”

“Really?” Rainbow replied, looking up to meet Applejack's eyes with worry. This wasn’t how her muscular farm mate was supposed to react. ‘She is in heat, why isn’t she desperate to finish up and go eat me out, far away from Soarin'!’ she mentally screamed.

“Really,” Applejack replied, “Come on, there are two of them and two of us. Feels like that is how it's meant to be. Besides, nopony deserves to pop these egregiously huge and rotten apples as much as you after carrying their nauseating seed.”

“Good point,” Rainbow replied, half-lying. “I missed a lot of flight practice because of these things, not to mention how much it hurt giving birth.”

“That's right, darling,” Applejack smiled devilishly down at her wife as she helped the blue mare up on the table. “Show us how you like them apples!” She growled like a feral dog.

Rainbow Dash swallowed a ball of anxiety and muttered, “Mushed.” to appease the crazy looking mare. She was pulled into a quick embrace by AJ before they both looked down at the organs resting on the table, one still painfully pinned beneath Applejack's hoof.

She thought of her options, and concluded that maybe she’d be able to rush things along too from up top, even if hurting her friend made her wanna cry. Her Element of Loyalty screamed for her to save him in some way that didn’t involve her hurting him. Her thought process went out the window, however, as she got a good look at them. “Wow!” she exclaimed as she took in the swollen foalmakers. “They're a lot bigger than I remember.”

There was a soft crunch and a squeak from Soarin' as Applejack shifted her weight around, a shadow passing briefly over her muzzle as it always did when she was reminded of the one time her wife had been intimate with somepony else but her. For a moment, her mind went from his apples and to his neck, eyes glancing at the bucking stud before refocusing.

Looking back up, she caught her wife’s eyes in hers, her Pegasus eyes seemingly shaking with excitement. AJ’s reasoning was once again faulty, but she had learned to control her element of truth. Her truth was all the element cared about, so it didn’t tell her she was wrong, AJ mistaking Dash’s fear for excitement at hurting a longtime Pegasus friend.

“Ah softened them up for us,” she excused, giving the damaged orbs a couple light pats. “Figured it'd be needed, given this is your first time actually popping a set an' all.”

“Right…” Rainbow fake giggled through her worry as she bent down to inspect Soarin''s stallionhood, and how different it looked from the last time she'd seen it. “Purely for my sake, right? Your weak wife who can demolish a barn with her bare hooves in seconds needed to have them softened up before she stepped her dainty hooves on them?” She tried to tease some sort of confession out of Applejack, to make her admit this was just hatred toward stallions in general so that Twilight could call it off and have somepony else do it, to give Soarin' a dignified send-off that didn’t involve a mad and crazy Applejack.

She saw hope as a guilty blush spread across Applejack's face. “Admit it, you're still mad at Soarin' and enjoyed giving them a pummeling?”

“Can't it be both?” Applejack replied, some of the blush fading as she took refuge in honesty. Feeling more confident, she lifted her hoof to give her wife full access to the overripe stallion fruit. Pinkie was doing her job keeping Soarin' backed against the table while she bucked him silly, so there was no more danger of them slipping off the table anymore.

“It can,” Rainbow Dash egged on, before she returned her attention to the two sacrificial nuggets of stallionhood beneath them. “But you did the same to Zephyr Breeze and your brother, and they didn't buck your wife.” She didn't need to look back up to see the blush returning to her wife's face. Instead, she looked at Twilight for hope.

Luck didn’t seem to be on her and Soarin’s side, as she found the mare on her knees and pleasing Rarity, the notepad she’d come with off to the side. ‘Horse apples!’ Dash mentally cursed while keeping her true emotions from showing, lest AJ to get angry at her.

Applejack’s confession was meaningless, as the only one present to do something about the growing craziness had her eyes blocked by thick alabaster thighs on both sides of her head. Refocusing her gaze where AJ was looking before she caught on, she took in the state of her friends' balls once more for good measure and to remember them properly.

Both balls were swollen to more than twice the size they had been when they knocked her up, and looked so mangled she doubted he'd be able to repeat that performance even if they decided to stop then and there. “You weren't kidding when you said you’d softened them up for me.” She prodded the damaged foalmakers, the texture completely different from the last time she had felt them up. They were now like mushy and rotten fruit rather than the healthy stallion apples that had been filled with virile seed for her womb.

“Ah mite 'ave gotten a tad bit carried away,” Applejack admitted and joined her wife in examining the damage she had inflicted. “Oops,” she said, feeling the squishy orbs. “Yeah, these nasty creations are so messed up we could let him go right now. His days of siring foals are done and gone. One less stallion for mares to worry about.”

Cold sweat formed from hearing AJ’s words. RD collected her thoughts. She hadn’t read the law and so didn’t know all of the fine details. But if he was sterile, then they might let him go without hurting him further… right? “If he’s sterile, does that mean we can let him go as is?”

“No, we aren't,” Applejack grinned, not catching the meaning behind RD’s words. “You ready to do this?” AJ looked her in the eyes and received a slow nod in return. All the ceremonies Dash had attended felt unreal, as she finally realised what was being done to the males.

Not wanting to go against a trigger-happy Applejack and the Princess’s decree, she sighed. She had hoped she could reach her agreed end point with Twilight and the others a bit less messily than this. She would have to come up with an extra apology besides the planned one later, when AJ wasn’t within earshot.

They both placed their hooves on one doomed testicle each. “And what about you, Clipper?” Applejack called down to the stallion beneath her hooves. “Are you ready to lose what's left of your loathsome and slimy stallionhood?”

“No,” came a sad sigh from below.

“Sucks to be you then,” Applejack shot back, and leaned her weight down on the doomed orb, feeling it squish and deform around her hoof.

“Yeah,” Rainbow piled on, holding back a tear as she wanted to finish quickly. “Be sure to tell Spitfire and the rest of the team there's no hard feelings after you're gelded.”

“Buck you, Crash!” he called up to his fellow Wonderbolt.

Rainbow couldn’t defend herself quickly enough, she wanted him to understand this wasn’t the way she’d have wanted to do it. She wanted it to be faster and less painful… but her wife barked in before she could do so. “Ah think that's my job,” Applejack replied, and twisted her hoof, drawing a pained shriek from the stallion beneath them. “And your days of being able to defile mares will be over in about ten seconds.”

Ten seconds sounded good, and so she did her best to push AJ toward it. “Ten seconds… flat!” Dash spoke while letting off the pressure on her nut, before putting more weight on it.

“At least let me cum!” the wounded stallion screamed. “I'm so close, and it'll be my last time!”

“Oh, don't worry,” Pinkie replied, still bucking him vigorously, but not letting him pass over the edge. “You’ll probably squirt when your balloons pop. Most geldings do.”

Rainbow nodded, noting he would at least get that relief as she mirrored Applejack, leaning forward and starting to put some serious weight on her chosen foalmaker. She could tell it was on the brink of bursting but tried to ignore it, as it broke her heart knowing she was permanently going to break a part of her best friend and the sire of her foal.

The stallion didn't sound grateful toward Pinkie’s words as he let out a deep howl when his damaged sex organs were once again pushed to the brink of destruction.

“I told you to bite my mane!” Pinkie shouted, then added as his scream cut off: “See, it completely muffles the noise, much better. Now give me your last load, stud. Fill me up!”

“Very well,” Applejack nodded, taking Rainbow's free forehoof in her own, briefly putting even more weight on the male nuggets beneath them. They gave off several crunching sounds, as the last solid chunks inside the two once impressive and virile foalmakers liquefied under the pressure. “Shall we?”

A tear ran down her cheek before AJ could spot it, her voice weak as she spoke. “We shall.” Stepping off her foalmaker, she wrapped her wings around AJ, pulling her close. Soarin'’s respite was brief as the emasculating pressure was soon replaced by her rear hoof.

Applejack did the same, using Rainbow's wings to keep them both steady as they rose to their rear hooves, half their weight resting on Soarin'’s doomed stallionhood.

RD had never felt so much disgust toward somepony she loved. The farmer's heat scent did nothing to make her horny, the only thing keeping her from drying up was Soarin'’s musk.

“I love you,” the earth pony said, slipping her now free forehooves between her wife's legs, smiling excitedly at the moisture she found there.

Did she love AJ? She wanted to stay married to her and raise Applesauce for sure, but the attraction she had felt toward mares-only was now a question mark. Her love for the farmer was still there, but she had eaten one too many pairs of dry and crusty marehood lips to say she wanted to keep making love to the farmer now that they’d gotten a foal. No, her lust and exclusivity to mares had been blunted… her mind wandering to new and throbbing fields.

Not wanting to keep her wife hanging, her heart gave way for a second. “Not as much as I love co–ooooh!” Rainbow's words were cut off by a soft moan as Applejack's hoof began to stroke her cunt. “Not as much as I love you,” she corrected, catching herself from slipping up as she knew the truth would hurt AJ too much right now. “Bet mine pops first,” she added, hoping it’d divert the mare’s focus onto making this a quick affair.

She met RD’s eyes and whispered, “Yer on, sugarcube.” With that, she pulled Dash in for a kiss, forcing her Pegasus lips open while subtly shifting their weights in Dash’s direction. The fruit beneath gave a crunch, but held out. But a few seconds was all it took. Rainbow's leg popped to deepen the forced passion act she put on, leaving her entire weight resting on a single hoof, and that, in turn, resting on a single, already badly damaged testicle.

Pop!

To Be Continued…

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