There was something to be said for geldings of the royal court in Canterlot. The princesses personally picked the finest studs amongst the noble families. Never the first or second son, of course. We were surplus unnecessary males, presented before the princesses to be chosen or rejected as unsightly.

The chosen ones were taken aside to be castrated in the castle infirmary, whilst the rejects were taken back by their families. I am not envious of them. Either way you will become a gelding. At least in the palace we are not treated harshly.

As is normal with noble families. After our testicles are removed, so are our sheaths, letting our cocks hang low. But, they are then pierced with weighted metal studs to ensure they are always stretched. Over time they will start to hang lower and lower.

This is not only to please the eyes of the princesses, but to also ensure an easy leash with which to catch us if we ever misbehave.

If you are diligent and handsome enough, one of the princesses might call you to her chamber. As was I.

"Well?" Princess Luna asked me, laying upon her back, legs spread wide to display were magnificence. As a gelding, I can only appreciate the beauty. I feel no lust or desire.

"You are very beautiful," I told her, bowing my head respectfully.

"Such a proper gelding," she smiles, horn igniting. "Do you wish to please your princess?"

I nodded. "Yes, your majesty."

"Very well then, Tin Hammer," she spoke, surprising me. She knew my name. But, only geldings discussed their names with each other. To everyone else, we were just "gelding". A stirring in my loins shook these thoughts from my mind and I found my self becoming consumed with lust.

I stood my ground, awaiting her pleasure. Though I shook as I felt my weighted length begin to lift and extend.

"How's it feel?" she asked me, her marehood winking wetly. I licked my lips in anticipation.

"Incredible, your highness," I told her in a hushed tone.

"Then for tonight, become to stallion you were denied and please your princess," she declared happily. I wasn't sure what to do, and she recognized this, smiling knowingly. "Ravage me, Tin Hammer. For you do not know if you will ever be called upon again."

She was right. Many royal geldings died without so much as partaking of the pleasure. And some had only ever had it once. I moved swiftly.

I moved boldly.

I did not move as a gelding. But as a stallion.

I rammed right up her backdoor, grinning wildly. She gasped and neighed in shock.

"Ah, truly," she cried out. "Had you not been gelded many a mare might have been lustful for a stallion like yourself. How fortunate for Equestria." She smiled as she rolled over so that she was now on top of me. "And now your all mine."

I struggled for dominance. But it was pointless. She was in control. I was still a gelding. Weak. Not that any stallion could have taken her.

"Such a delightful gelding," she smiled, leaning down to kiss my lips. Upon breaking, she shook her head. "No. You are far too wild. Were my sister to call upon you, you would scare her something fierce. Tonight shall be your last time."

"I-I'm sorry."

"No, I am sorry," Luna told me. "To ensure you are never accidentally called upon again, tomorrow you shall have your cock removed and become a full eunuch."

My ears drooped. "Yes, your highness."

"Until then... I'll let you in charge."