I was Princess Twilight's personal gelding. My mother had delivered me to her as a gift last Hearth's Warming. Twilight was ecstatic. She said every princess needed at least a few geldings. But, so far, I was the only one.

My sheathless cock had golden studs pierced through it, as is tradition, and my flank was branded with her cutie mark. I followed her every step, obeyed her every command, and always remained close so that I could hear her voice. A gelding's purpose is decided by its master, and Princess Twilight is a good master.

Or, mistress, I should say.

My mother sometimes comes by for an audience with the princess. She doesn't even look at me, since I'm just a piece of the property. I tried saying hello once. A hard tug on my dangling length taught me my place.

"I don't want to have make you into a full eunuch," mistress had warned me as she stroked my mane as I cried from the pain. "Geldings only speak to guests when they are addressed. This first time is just a warning. You will have three strikes. After the third, I shall remove the remainder of your maleness. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes mistress," I sniffed, nodding. "It's just that, she was my mother."

"Which is why this is just a warning," mistress explained. "Make no mistake. Had she addressed you, I would have let you both have a long conversation as mother and son. But, she has rejected you, gelding. You served your purpose as a gift to me, and now you have no more value to her. Now... will you be a good gelding and remain silent?"

I nodded, still crying. She leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

"Take the rest of the day off, gelding," she instructed me kindly. "Put some ice on your penis and wait for me to summon you."

"Yes mistress," I sniffed as I got up and hobbled off, my cock smarting with every step.

As I left he throne room, I heard mistress address the mare who was once my mother.

"It'll learn, eventually. Just hope I wasn't too harsh."

My mother huffed. "The nerve of that gelding. I prepared him for this station since the moment he was born, and he still messes up. Perhaps I should have had his vocal cords snipped as well."

"Now, I don't believe that would have been wise," mistress defended. "He has such a lovely singing voice. Just like you, Fluttershy."

Then the door closed and wandered to my room and set ice upon my length, and waited for mistress's call.