"No stallions may serve the Night Mother," the priestess told me.

I swallowed and nodded. "I know, Priestess Hymn. But, the Night Mother has often visited my dreams, and she has told me that I must serve her."

She took a deep breath and lifted her chin, expressing no emotion. "Geldings are the lowest members of the order. Of society even. Once cut, you could never hope to achieve anything more than a life of servitude to the Night Mother. We would not be merciful. Your tasks would be harsh, your food little, and you would never be allowed to leave."

I nodded. "I understand, Priestess Hymn. But... I cannot just ignore her words. If I were to leave today in fear, I would just be back tomorrow with her words ringing in my head. I must serve the Night Mother."

"Were we to need a sacrifice, you would be a prime choice, as you would no longer be of any value to Equestria."

"I would gladly give my life for the Night Mother's well-being," I gulped, taking a step forward. "Without her blessing, my life is already worthless. With this blessing, I could find happiness."

"You would not be happy," the mare scowled. "We would see to that. A gelding must always know its place within these sacred walls."

"My place is with the Night Mother," I stated, voice quavering. "I will do all that you ask. I will suffer the worst. I will be the greatest servant the Night Mother has ever had."

The mare closed the distance between us with smooth steps. She placed a gentle hoof under my chin and looked into my eyes. "No. You do not deserve such a thing."

I just about cried. "B-but... I must serve her... as a gelding..."

"A gelding you shall be," she interrupted. "But... you are unique. No stallion had ever come here willingly. Mothers often bring their colts in exchange for blessings. Unruly orphaned colts who need to learn their place are sent here. Criminal stallions as well are sometimes brought here. All are cut and so that we may set the world's burdens upon their shoulders.

"But you have come here willingly."

"I already know my place," I stated, bowing and lifting my tail. "Let me serve. I ask for nothing more."

She stared at me, considering my request, then she turned around and started walking. "Follow me. The place of castration is deeper within."

Gaping excitedly, I got up on all fours and trotted after her.

On the way, we passed sisters of the order, and the geldings. They varied in their ages, the geldings. From the old and feeble, ready to be cast aside, to the foal, barely walking. They all had vacant eyes, their lives a constant misery. But, surely, they must be rejoicing that they serve the Night Mother. For this is their purpose.

Passing them, we arrived at the place of my castration. Mine. I was rather excited. It was a large round room with a stone alter in the center.

"I can see you truly desire this," Priestess Hymn smiled as he watched my cock bounce beneath my barrel. I was not ashamed, soon it would be a problem of the past. "You have past the doors... there is no turning back."

The stone doors to the room closed behind us. I stood up straight and strong. "I am ready."

"Lay down up the alter," she instructed me as other sisters started to come out of the shadows. "Lay upon your back and spread your legs wide."

I did as I was told. I took a deep breath and awaited the knife. I was surprised when the priestess disrobed and climbed atop of me, hoof stroking my stallionhood in a tender fashion. "Priestess?"

"Hush," she said with a smile. "Your castration shall come soon. But, such an obedient stallion such as you has earned favor. You have one chance to breed me. If in the coming months I find I am with foal, you shall be my personal gelding, and will serve beside me as the first priest of the Night Mother."

The sisters gasped, but held no protest.

"But, if it happens that I am not," she began with a scowl, "you shall be sacrificed to the night mother. Your obedience and willingness will garner great blessings in the blood that flows into her cup."

"As long as I can serve the Night Mother," I answered resolutely. I was prepared for all things that would come.

"You only have one shot," she said as she began to settle over my length. Her tight wet walls kissing my sensitive flesh. There was a moment of resistance and a cry of pain as I broke her hymen, but she kept going, and I bucked my hips upwards passionately. The sisters all gazed onwards, blushing, but none daring to look away.

It wasn't long before I finished, as inexperienced a virgin as I was. Yet, the priestess had finished several times. Virgins, the two of us. What could you do.

She took a moment to bask in the warmth of my seed before standing up, letting my cock slide out of her and flop against my belly. She smiled fondly down at me and kissed my nose. "Well done, stud. Now comes your castration.

"Sisters."

My legs are immediately grabbed by the sisters, holding me down so that I cannot move. Oddly, I was receiving another erection already. I had some stamina. Not for much longer. Soon I would embraced by the Night Mother.

"Bring forth the Brick of Testicular Obliteration," Priestess Hymn ordered.

Eleven months later the priestess gave birth to twin colts. Both were gelded, as was appropriate, one was donated to the life of servitude in a distant temple so that she need not see it, and the other was kept as her personal servant, alongside me.

And I was truly happy with the Night Mother.