You’ve been hired as a new guard at Canterlot Castle, a royal guard to protect the princesses… but it turns out Celestia likes to mess with her staff a bit. As a male guard, you need to go through a little extra “training” before you can serve her. And this training… well, it’s unlikely to leave your balls intact.

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This story contains: FxM, femdom, unwilling sub, Celestia x Reader, castration, light gore, pain, cruelty, CBT/cock and ball torture, ballbusting

Word count: 2374

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	It was a cool evening in Canterlot Castle, the sun having just been replaced by the moon, the princesses shifting their positions as they did every night. You were a new servant, hired just that day, to serve the royal throne - the prospect of such a position excited you. Being in the presence of the amazing princesses of Equestria was an exciting thought. At the same time, you had high hopes that, perhaps, you’d be able to become more than just a simple “servant” - you’d always had your eyes on Celestia, after all. Even if it was just a simple pipe dream, it was certainly worth pursuing.

	Now, on only your first day on the job, you’d been called into Celestia’s bed chambers! However, although the idea was exciting at first, the more you’d thought about it, the more concerned you were. You’d hardly even interacted with the princess so far - what would she want from you so early on? 

	You knocked on the door, trying to stay calm, wearing your servant’s uniform - it was custom-tailored just for you. You were one of the few anthropomorphic creatures in this world, specifically a hybrid between a human and a dog; slowly, the world had adapted to more of your kind being in it, to the point where you could even get a job working for Canterlot Castle just like any of the ponies would. They didn’t treat you any differently. 

	“Come in, servant,” you heard from inside. It was the familiar voice of the princess. You entered.

	As you approached, you were greeted to the sight of Celestia laying in her bed, her horn glowing with magic that looked like condensed sunlight as she used that magic to read one of the many books taken from her shelves. She turned to you as you entered, closing the book and laying it on her bedside table, then standing and taking a closer look at you. “Welcome, Matchy. Thank you for coming on such short notice. How are your servant duties treating you?”

	“Um,” you responded, a bit unsure how to react when face to face with the princess herself. Her tricolored hair flowed magically in the air, her eyes intense and wise, her smile kind, though you couldn’t help but feel like she was looking down on you. It only made sense - you were a servant, and she was a princess, after all. “I-I’m doing well, Princess Celestia. Thank you for asking.”

	“Mhm.” She walked a bit closer, her hooves silently pressing against the carpet below; she examined your body, head to toe, taking in every detail of your appearance, sizing you up like a predator sizing up its prey. You felt a sense of dread and fear, though you weren’t quite sure why. Her presence was massively overwhelming and dominating, even though her height was about the same as yours. “Well, I won’t waste too much of our time. I’ve called you here to perform a sort of ritual, I suppose you could say, concerning your… manhood.” Her smile seemed to enlarge just a little bit. 

	“My manhood?” You tilted your head. There were plenty of stallions working as servants - you hadn’t seen anything off with them, not that you could think of. Wait, did she mean…

	“Don’t get any dirty thoughts, servant.”

	You blushed. “Um, r-right. What do you mean, though, Princess Celestia?” You’d discovered you were only to refer to her by her full title - no abbreviations. 

	“Hmm… I think it would be a bit faster if I were just to show you, don’t you agree~?” Her horn began to glow; already, her demeanor, the way she carried herself, had a way of making you feel small and insignificant. Slowly, you were beginning to feel like an ant in her gaze - she clearly didn’t see you as anything near an equal. And now, her ominous words were starting to fill you with fear. 

	You felt something on your waist; a quick look down revealed that your pants were being surrounded by her magical aura. Suddenly, they were being unbuttoned, unbelted… and pulled down, left sitting around your ankles, leaving only your white underwear covering your privates. You suddenly blushed much harder, only for your undergarments to be similarly removed, fully revealing your private parts. Your shaft and balls both hung between your legs, entirely exposed to the princess, to this almost godly pony who was not just your boss, but also the ruler of the very kingdom you lived in.

	Your face went bright red; you looked into her eyes nervously, seeing a look full of distaste for your very being, much worse than before. She looked at you like you were a worm she’d seen crawling around on the palace floor. And yet, she also seemed somewhat amused, like she was getting some odd enjoyment from what she was currently doing. “Hmm… is that all? I’m usually used to working with much more… how should I say, impressive material.”

	You tilted your head down and looked to the floor, feeling exposed and embarrassed at her words, but she wasn’t done. “Not only is your length quite weak and short, but I’m most surprised by your testicles.” She lifted a hoof and tapped it against your balls; you flinched from the sensation, hard and cold. “They’re so tiny, it’s almost cute~ Most of the stallions who have the gall to apply to work with the princesses themselves at least bother to have a package that matches the position, but it seems that wasn’t something that applies to you. You’re lucky that your kind wears clothes - I would hate to be walking around all day with those little grapes hanging from my waist.” She laughed to herself, a surprisingly good-natured laugh, as you bit your lip in chagrin. You felt so humiliated; you couldn’t have ever even dreamed of something this embarrassing. “Though, I suppose the size doesn’t really matter - it’s never stopped me from doing what I’m about to do in the past, after all.”

	You looked back up at her questioningly; you attempted to ask what she meant, but the words were caught in your throat. A combination of fear and complete embarrassment prevented you from feeling like you could stand to speak to her. You didn’t even feel like you deserved it. 

	“If only Luna was here - she would’ve loved to see that. I can already imagine her laughter at the sight of these fragile, pathetic little things. But, anyways, onto the ritual itself.” Her horn glowed once again; this time, her magic wrapped around your balls. Immediately, you froze, looking down nervously at your sack, surrounded by that golden magic; she lifted them up just a little, your shaft drifting out of the way. You could physically feel the sensation of the magic - it was hot and almost thick, like she was grasping them in a fuzzy embrace, and at the same time, it was painful, the magic just slightly squeezing them, enough to make you tap your toes against the floor in discomfort. You winced as the sensation seemed to worsen, her magic restraining them tighter, visibly squishing them just the slightest bit; you shook in pain, biting your lip, looking at her face with a pleading expression. But she didn’t even meet your eyes - she was focused on your weakest point. 

	“Now, I realize we don’t advertise this very well… but being a servant for us royals is a very important position. If you take it, you need to be prepared to dedicate your life to it, at least to some extent. Part of that is giving over your body to us. And, as a sign of that dedication…” You felt a sharp burning sensation on your sack. “I find it necessary to remove the most distracting part of your body: your testes~” 

	Before you could respond to her insane words, you felt a sudden rush of hot pain. In just one fluid motion, she ripped off your balls, leaving a clean slice right through the sack and the body, pulling out the two testicles and the skin housing them all at once, floating both of them up into the air and viewing them with an amused smirk. You yipped in surprise and pain, falling to your knees, grasping the place your testes had once been; you were so shocked, surprised, and confused. The princess just laughed. “You all seem to respond in a similar way. I can understand the other stallions, but you… well, I don’t see any reason why you should be so upset. These little things must’ve been useless to you anyways~” 

	As your eyes teared up, you watched her fling the skin casually into a nearby trash can, grasping in her magic your two white testicles, exposed to the world, surrounded in veins and attached to a bit of the spermatic cord that’d come out with them. One of them, she released from her magic, letting it drop to the floor; it bounced lightly on the carpet. She lifted her front hoof… and stomped it down right on top of it, immediately squishing it with a loud squelch sound, mashing it into a small pile of cum and blood on her hoof, grinding it into paste. “Disgusting,” she said, though she hardly sounded bothered, following it with a light giggle. She brushed her hoof off on her carpet, seemingly unconcerned about the stain. “I hope you’ve learned your cleaning duties well - you’ll be taking care of that once we’re done here. As for this other one…”

	She floated the ball in front of your face; she made it feel so much more useless and small. “I hope you take this lesson to heart, servant. You’re nothing compared to us princesses - we rule over you, just as we do anyone else, and working for us does not change that.” The ball squished in her magic, slowly flattening; she squeezed it, tighter and tighter, her magic condensing around it rapidly… until it finally burst into mush, white and red gore dripping down onto the carpet in front of you, her magic disappearing and letting the mess splatter on the ground. Your balls had both been entirely destroyed, obliterated, smashed into nothing but a pile of waste. You looked up at her face; now that you were kneeling on the ground, she towered over you, looming threateningly above you. She felt so dominating and powerful, as though she could kill you with a simple stomp, as though she could squish you like a bug… and with her magic, well, she probably could. 

	“Do you understand your position, servant?” She asked, tilting her head up to look down at you even further. “If not, then I have no issue teaching you further.” 

	“N-no!” you quickly responded. “I-I mean, y-yes, Princess Celestia, I understand.” You bowed your head; your body was shaking. You were still overwhelmed with pain, your gut churning, your liver throbbing. You’d never felt such horrible anguish, but it was overshadowed by the feelings of humiliation and dominance that flooded your body. 

	“Then prove it.” She lifted her hoof, the very one she’d used to stomp out one of your testicles, and held it up to your face. It was still covered in cum and blood - your cum and blood. “Lick my hoof~”

	You stared at it, at the hard, dirty foot of your ruler, of your master. You gulped; it was so gross, so demeaning… but you couldn’t help it. You bent your head down, stuck your tongue out, and licked the bottom of her hoof, sliding your tongue across the cold hardness, picking up cum and blood and tasting it. You kept going, choosing to lick it multiple times, simply out of your instinctual desire for survival. You didn’t want to know what might happen if she thought your efforts weren’t enough - you licked it until it was completely clean, all of your ego dripping out of you, your sense of self-worth depleting rapidly. You accepted your worthlessness in the face of the dominating power of Princess Celestia.

	Eventually, you finished; she pulled her hoof away. “Well done. Now, take care of the mess on my carpet - I want it to be spotless within the hour.” She began to walk away, not saying another word to you, making no attempt to patch up your body or show even a shred of sympathy. All you could do was just obey her, and desperately try to clean off the stain she’d made with your humiliation.

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