The next thing I knew, Blueblood was lying on the floor, screaming, having been castrated in the blink of an eye, then my Mom spent the next six and a half minutes pounding her hooves into Blueblood like a deer. Queen Chrysalis walked over to me, staring down at me with fake disgust. She leaned down and kissed the spots Blueblood had hit, then she winked at me. “We will have more time to talk, but unfortunately a certain, ungrateful mare keeps screaming about her missing genitalia,” with that, my Mom disappeared into the night as ponies came by to see what happened.