Title: The tiles of the waiting room floor are cold against your hooves. The harsh fluo Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/5AwAst6W First Edit: Wednesday 21st of March 2012 11:31:06 PM CDT Last Edit: Wednesday 21st of March 2012 11:31:06 PM CDT The tiles of the waiting room floor are cold against your hooves. The harsh fluorescent light reflecting off the white tiles hurts you eyes. Sitting on the last seat of the wooden bench, closest to the door you just entered. On your left are your former competitors, all of whom you had beaten at some point during the competitions, but at the end of it all you have ended up here with them. The black white walls leave you with nothing but your own thoughts as you pass you last few minutes as a man. There's nothing else to do but to review the reason why you are here.     Despite appearances Equestria is very gender balanced society, however to ensure that only the strongest of genes are passed on a series of test to prove which males were deserving of reproducing was devised ages ago. The winners are celebrated and begin to form harems. Over the course of their lives these stallions can expect to father hundreds of foals.  It is the greatest, most lavish lifestyle known to pony kind. The losers however face a much different life.      The losers of these competitions are quickly rounded up, their fate decided ages ago by the laws of the land. The losers are surgically stripped of their manhood and entered into their own class of society. This class serves a important purpose in Equestria. Sometimes the males of Equestria don't feel the need to pass on their seed or attempt to woo a mare; they just want quick relief from their carnal desires. It is for this reason you are here. After the procedure you will be forced to live a life dedicated to pleasing these stallions.      Gently sighing, you return your glance to the row of soon-to-be mares, vividly remembering defeating each of them in competition. You had made it all the way to the last round, it had been you and five other competitors. The competition had been a race, a measure of sheer speed, strength and willpower. All six of you knew full well what the implications of winning (and losing) would be. For all but last place a grand future of beautiful mares and harems lay ahead. Last place however would face the doctors scalpel. It had been a close race, you had given it everything you had, but on the last turn your body and mind simply could not give anymore. In the last 100 meters you had watched in desperation as you slipped from fourth to fifth to last. You mind and body broken, you marched across the finish line and were greeted by two large stallions in government garb. Each of them took one of your arms and began to drag your exhausted body away from the cheering crowd. With your last ounce of strength you looked up at the winners as the crowd of mares began to swell around each of them. Before the exhaustion took total control of you, you overheard one of the security ponies say "...can't wait to see what this one feels like, seems like a moaner to me."      In the time you've reminiscing on the events that brought you here the line in front of you has whittled down to just you and one other. You look over hoping to catch one more glance but simply see a vacant face staring straight ahead. After what felt like a eternity the steel sliding door behind him opened and a voice beckoned from within. The pony didn't move. Again the voice beckoned and again not a flinch. On cue, two different security guards enter the waiting room and dragged his lifeless body into the surgery room. Alone in the waiting room you're alone with your thoughts again. Judging by your instincts you figure you have about 20 minutes left as a man. You could masturbate one last time, feel the ecstasy one last time. You lean back across the now vacant bench and move your hoofs up and down your shaft, slowly at first but faster and faster as you remember all the mares you will never see again. In your mind you settle on remembering your first time, in the forest, with the mare from your school. It was a glorious thing, as vivid in your memory as the night it happened.     As Celestia's sun began to touch the horizon and spread it's golden light across the land. You and her held each other tight, your eyes met and you entered into a passionate kiss that could have lasted for centuries. She broke it off as she laid back against a tree. She laid there open to you, she was yours. You took a tentative step towards her. You member pounding you positioned yourself just right and thrust forward gently. The warm embrace met your cock as she moaned under her breath. Up and down, your hips moved in unison with her chest, a glorious rhythm that can only be played by two musicians who are totally in sync with each other. Together you brought each other closer and closer to climax as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky. You came together, a splendid mess as the top of the sun sank out of sight. As night faded into day you lay together basking in the post coital haze.      As you returned once again to reality to reality you notice that the mess in your dream wasn't the only one. Your very real cum had splattered it's self across the floor of the waiting room. You sit back and admire the last load you will ever have. At the same time you realize that why the floor of the waiting room has a drain at the centre of it. Odds are you're not the first to fully enjoy their last few minutes as stallions in this room.      As you admire your mess with affection, the steel door opens again and your name is called. With a slow obedience you walk towards the door leaving your old life behind forever. On the other side the surgery room is clean and warm, a contrast from the waiting room. A soft looking hospital bed waits for you in the centre of the room. You know you have no choice so you get into bed. It's soft, softer than you thought possible for a bed to be. As you settle in a cute looking nurse pony enters the room through another door. She tells you to lean back and relax as she fumbles with the anesthesia. She slips the mask over your face and tells you to count to ten. With one last look down between your legs you take a deep breath and begin counting. By eight, the black falls over you and you slip into sleep.      -----------------------------------        The first of your senses to come back is hearing. Your head is filled with the beeping of medical machines. Then in a cascade all your other feelings return at once. Taking survey of your surroundings you see six other beds each filled with one of the ponies who had been with you in the waiting room. Each of them is awake and has an array of machines beeping and whirring around them. In a groggy haze you lift up the sheet of your bed to survey the damage. Really, there's nothing to survey, that was the whole point. A small line of stitches is the only sign that anything had ever been there. As you regain feeling across your body you begin to feel things. You can feel that your hair is longer because it's rustling against the pillow. Your eyelids feel heavier and upon examination you notice that your eyelashes have grown. Most frightening is the feeling that something is inside of you.      A new machine comes to life next to you. You can feel yourself getting tired again. Again you feel you have no choice but to let it do its work, this is your life now, being under the complete control of others that is. Blackness again washes over you.     Hearing returns first again. But this time there is no beeping, just the sound of emptiness. Again a cascade of sense comes over you. Sight, taste, touch and smell. All of these senses are offended by what's around them. You're in some sort of barrack, the air tastes musty, the sheets are worn and stained and the place smells of sweat and semen.  Looking at yourself in the dim light you can see that someone has dressed you in something that wouldn't look out of place on a 5 bit Los Pegasus prostitute. You look up and see a mirror on the ceiling, in the dark reflection you can see that someone has styled your mane into a very feminine look. As well your face has been covered in what you assume is bargain store makeup. Looking down you can see where there would have been a bulge between your legs. Lifting up the sad excuse for a skirt you can see that you have fully healed, through this you can assume you've been out of it for at least 2 weeks.     A sound at the door forces you to turn your attention away from your new self. In the doorway stands an imposing figure. The figure steps into the room and closes the door behind himself. From the closer distance you can tell that this pony had been one of the competitors in that final race. You have no idea if he recognizes you or if the whirlwind lifestyle of the champion stallions had affected his memory. He comes closer, so close you can hear his hoof steps on the beaten carpet. The smell of cider fills you nostrils. He's at the foot of your bed. He violently grabs your side and flips you over in one quick movement.     He quickly pulls off the clothes you found yourself and raises up your ass. You can feel him positioning himself behind you. Does he know he's your first? Does he know you're not ready for this? Does he know it'll hurt you? Does he care? With one mighty thrust he answers all your questions at once. You've always had an idea of what it would be like but this is different. You feel you asshole resist for a moment before being overcome by brute force. Pain rockets through your body as the stallion fills you completely. You can feel his length touching parts of you that you didn't know existed. He thrusts in and out in rapid succession ignoring your cries. When a particularly rough thrust sends you into spasms he falls on top of you and uses his sheer weight and strength to pin you down. In and out he continues, you can feel your tears smearing the cheap makeup against your single dirty pillow.      You can feel him slowing down, you know what is about to happen. With one final mighty thrust you feel a warmth fill your body from the inside. Exhausted from his effort and compounded by the cider in his system the stallion collapses on top of you still fully sheathed  inside you. You can feel his seed begin to trickle out of your ass and onto the bed. Everything below your neck is sore, his weight on top of you makes it hard to breath. Still sobbing from the pain and discomfort you can feel his breathing return to normal. After what feels like hours he makes his move to leave. He quickly pulls out of you causing great pain as your asshole clenches closed. You can still feel his seed inside of you. Face buried in the now soaked pillow you hear the door open and close again. This is it, the rest of your life, all because you lost a race. You roll over and stare at your reflection on ceiling mirror. Make up running down your face, naked, and with a strangers seed flowing out of you all while everything below your head is in pain. The first day of your new life.