"Hey Azul! Ready for the weekend?"


Uttered your voice as you waved down your friend. With a smile and an excited trot, the blue furred companion you've made through your kindergarten classes came barreling down the halls to meet you.
"Heck yeah! It's gonna be totally cool having you over! So glad our parents were cool with it." Azul replied, a bright smile beaming across his equine face as his short rimmed glasses fogged up from the harried breaths he worked up after his excited gallop over to you.  With a warm smile you followed your friend out of class to meet Azul's parents, the jingle of both of your backpacks rustling to the echo of Azul's excited soft jogging hoofsteps as the two of you hurried over to a black painted family sedan.


"Hi Mom!" Said Azul, the cheerful jubiliation still ringing in his voice as he reached out his white tipped handpaws to open the back seat doors.  With the doors open, Azul crawled over inside and sat down behind the driver side seat.  With his schoolbag sat below his dangling legs the unicorn helped you get inside the car, taking your schoolbag from you and sitting it in the middle seat as you climbed in and buckled yourself up.  As the two of you settled in, Azul peered over through the clear plastic covering of your bookbag and noticed a colorful cartoon printed pair of overnight training underwear.  With a smirk he leaned in next to you and make a gentle jab to your ribs. "Still a bedwetter huh? Aren't you a lil too older for these?" Quickly your grabbed your back and hugged to your chest making the most adorable little pout.  "Hmpf! Meanie... Is not like I'm not trying to wet the bed..." you trailed off as a soft rosy blush lit your cheeks up.  "Oh like you're one to talk Azul.  You were a chronic wetter until you had your circumcision." Azul's mother chimed in as she started on the way home.  The word was foreign to you and flew over your oblivious head so you sat there with a puzzled expression while your horned horse friend squirmed in his set and crossed his legs with an embarrassed expression.  Leaning over to Azul you couldn't help but ask what a circumcision is only to get a flustered mumbling in response. "It's nothing... don't worry about it..." he said in a hushed tone.  With a shrug you went back to looking out the car window as you zoned out on the way home to Azul's house.


Before you knew it, you could feel the car come to a crawling halt as it pulled into the driveway.  With the crank of the gearbox being pulled into the park, Azul's father flipped the child lock off on the doors and withdrew the keys.  "Alright boys, we're home.  You treat your friend well you hear Azul?" the grownup pestered.  "Hehe of course Dad! We'll just be up stairs." Azul responded, already unbuckling his seat belt and making his way inside before you could even blink.  With a chuckle you tended to your own seat, grabbing your belongings and headed inside as well as Azul's father followed you inside.  Without needing to be told you could hear the footsteps of your unicorn friend prancing his ways up stairs and made your way up into his room.  The rest of the day went off without much to stand out.  The two of you sat in Azul's room, playing videogames together, playing around with some spare action figures laying around, and got up to some typical rough housing around in the room.  As the sun began to set, Alas' father made his way up stairs to check on the two of you.  With the creak of the door opening, Alas' father poked his head. "It's getting late kiddos, time to wrap up for the night.  You two can play all day tomorrow. " With a loving smile he closed the door and left the two of you the privacy you'd demand to get dressed down and into bed.


As the door shut, Alas turned towards you and gave you a quick little hug before standing up and making his way over the drawers.  "Thanks for coming over.  I haven't had a friend over in a long time." Crawling over to your backpack you unfasten the zipper, taking out the pare of jamas sitting at the bottom as well as your pair of overnight diapers. "Of course Alas! What're friends for?" You replied with a happy chuckle as you laid on your back and slid out of your shorts and underwear.  Between your legs, your juvenile genitalia were on display, barely over an inch and a half in length with a stretchy foreskin hugging your small bulbous head with a tapered wrinkled end.  As you were focused on undressing, Alas had his back turned to feign privacy as he bent over to step into his own pajamas, glancing with his side-eye view to get a peak at you while you were still undressed.  Seeing your intact boyhood filled the horse with immense jealousy and pain as he stared at a special part of him he had just so recently had taken away.  "N-no fair..." he pouted under his breath as he slid his night time garments up.  Curious, you tilted your head as you finished putting on your own set of overnight clothes, making soft little crinkles as you got up.  "What's not fair Alas? Did I do something wrong?" you asked in a most concerned tone.  All Alas could muster was a soft sigh before he flopped into bed and rolled onto his side.  "It's nothing... It was for my own good anyways..." he said in softer and softer tones, sounding like he was choking back the urge to cry.  Knowing you wouldn't be getting anything out of Alas at this point, you roll over onto the spare cot and pull the cord on the lamp as the two of you drifted off to sleep.


While you were off in dream land, Alas still had some ruinous thoughts spiraling through his head that was keeping him awake at night. He felt a burning jealousy over the fact that you still had your foreskin , only recently having had his removed but a scant few months ago.  Looking at what he was missing made him feel the despair he had to suffer through at the hands of his two would-be caregivers, even though he tried to rationalize it with the assurances of his father that it was necessary for his medical needs, he couldn't help but feel harmed, violated even that it had happened to him even with medical justification.  He thought to himself, perhaps he could convince your parents to have you done since you too were a bed wetter.  Use the same justifications his father had when he had come home bawling his eyes out over having his foreskin removed.  Ultimately, he just wanted a friend to know the pain of loss he was going through. He just didn't want to be alone.   After more tossing and turning Alas eventually fell asleep, curled up in a ball as tears of jealousy and traumatic remembrance running down his cheeks.


Eventually the morning came... the sun rising as it's gentle beams caressing your face as you slowly roused from your slumber.  As you slowly came to consciousness, your senses reminded you of a cold dampness sitting between your legs.  Dissapointed in your inability to hold it over night, you made an exacerbated sigh and stumbled off to the bathroom to change. While you were off changing, Alas was still fast asleep.  The fabric of his pajamas clung to his exposed head with a noticeable shape as his flaccid length laid off ontop of his thighs, every movement making the dry itchy fabric rub against his dried out glans, slowly abrading and desensitizing the boy to future stimuli.  Due to the nature of his operation, what would have once been seen as an unfortunate side effect of the procedure was pushed by his father as a good thing.  Where was once an open and flexible urethral slit, had now become a scarred and closed slit.  The friction and abrasion of his urethral slit rubbing against his underwear and various clothes had scarred and roughed up the opening to the point where only a pencile's width was  naturally open.  While an unfortunate and often common side effect of circumcision, this scarring and closure of his urethral slit had helped to prevent one of the common causes of bed wetting; that being inner urethral agitation. With his opening all but sealed from scarring and puffiness, such agitation would no longer cause Alas to wet the bed.  Even so, knowing what he had to go through still left him distraught and longing for his foreskin despite his problem being rectified.


After finishing up in the bathroom, you made your way down stairs as two bowls of cereal were waiting for you and Alas.  Noticing you coming down stairs, Alas' father gave you a friendly hello. "Hey kiddo! Alas coming down any time soon? " You shook your head no in response. "Nah. He still asleeps when I got up." you replied. "Heh, bet he was up all night again.  Poor fellas been tossing and turning a lot these past few months.  I hope he'll tell me if something's the matter. "his father prattled on.  As you were in the middle of enjoying your cereal, the tranquil calm of the morning was interrupted by the blaring of a cell phone.  "What? Right now? You've gotta be f-  Yeah I'll be in as soon as I can." With a frustrated sigh, Alas' dad ended the call and glanced back at you. "Ugh... work ya know? Make sure to tell Alas I ran off to work yeah? I'll leave some change on the table for bus fare. He'll know where to go.  Oh yeah, house phone is in the kitchen. " the father said as his voice trailed off, half a foot out the door already.  Soon enough the door closed and whir of the car's engine sprung to life as Alas' dad went about his obligations, leaving you in the quiet of the dining room.  A few moments had passed, having had finished up your breakfast and put the dish in the sink you could hear the thud of Alas' hooves as he finally roused from bed.  With a sleepy yawn he greeted you with a tired "Morning..." as he practically melted into his chair next to you, resting his tired little horned head against you shoulder.  "Hehe.  Morning sleepy head." you said with an adorable little grin.  As Alas slowly woke himself up and ate his cereal you made sure to mention that his father had to go out for work and that there was money on the table to pay for the bus.  "Aww... I was looking forward to spending time with dad..." Alas whined softly, but then a realization hit him.  In a stroke of luck, or perhaps hurry, Alas' father left him a large bill.  One that was enough to pay for a day-fare but could also be split amongst two of you.  This could be his only chance to live out his desires and in desperation he sprinted over to you as your paw digits were on the dialer and grabbed the phone out of your hand before hurriedly hanging it up. "Hey! I need to call my mom meanie" you huffed in surprise.  Quickly your friend tried to turn your attention to the bus money. "It's okay! Look! Dad was in a rush and left enough for the both of us.  There's this nursery I go when Dad can't be home, wouldn't you rather spend the day with me there instead of just having to go home?" he asked with a desperate plea in his voice, practically giving you the equine equivalent of puppy eyes.  Not wanting to dissapoint your friend after going through all that effort you relented and agreed to go with him to this nursery.


Hearing your agreement filled the unicorn with jubilation.  His eyes lit up as his wiry haired tail swished about in excitement. "You will?!? T-that means I won't have to suf- be alone! Thank you so much!" he cheered as he practically snapped your spine in two from his overly eager hug. With a soft chuckle, you had been let go as Alas snatched the money and raced back up stairs to quickly get dressed.  Just as quickly as he ran up, the horse trotted down stairs, grabbing the spare house key and waiting for you come along with the door open, bouncing in place excitedly.  "Come on come one! The bus shows up near here in 10 minutes. We gotta hurry!" Alas motioned excitedly as the two of you made it out of the house, the horse grabbing your paw in  his as he practically tugged you along to the bus stop.


As the two of you waited at the bus stop, an errant thought entered your mind.  "So why're you so excited to go to a nursery? Aren't they for little babies?" you asked.  "Usually yeah.  But this place says they take care of us up until we're done with first grade.  They even have a few that are eight years old. " Alas responded.  The fact that the nursery had such a wide range of acceptable ages intrigued you as you dwelled on the thought while wiating for the bus to arrive.  Eventually the hum of an engine could be heard in the distance as the backbone of public transit rolled into view.  The two of you stood up from the bench as the bus pulled up to the stop, Alas taking you by his paw.  Looking at the two of you, the matured fox gently waved the two of you to sit down refusing the money.  Finding an open seat, you sat down beside Alas as the bus pulled away from the stop and went about it's route.  Unaware of how to really ride a bus, you put your trust into Alas and simply looked out the window, enjoying the scenery.


Some time passed as you zoned out in your seat while watching the cityscape as it turned into lesser and lesser populated areas, eventually the chime of a cord being pulled rung out and snapped you out of your daze.  "Come on! We get off here." Alas said as he excitedly nudged you. Shaking your head you got up and collected yourself before stepping off the bus with Alas in tow.


As the two of you stepped off the bus you saw an outstretched dirt road who's only noteable features were a derelict old mailbox from the property's past owners loosely planted into the ground.  Looking around for a bit you turn to Alas and ask him "You sure this is the right place?" your horned friend nods in assurance and takes your hand as the two of you walk down the dirt road into the progressively denser and denser foliage of the oak trees.  "Yeah it's just a bit of a walk, come on! " your equine friend compells as the two of you make your way over.


As the Nurery comes into view Alas' pace quickens, dragging you up the pathway to the aged wooden swing doors.  As you get closer, you catch a glimps of some of the cubs running around in the gated back, the occasional childish laugh and giggle making it seem like this was just an unsuspecting nursery.  Reaching up on his tippy-hooves, Alas pulled open the door and waved you inside, following in from behind as you glimpsed the inside of the pastel walled nursery for the first time.


"Alas! It's good to see you again sugar! And I see you brought a friend with you? Aww he's the sweetest little thing. "  Leaning over the  front desk, this overly eager Chipmunk looked down at you with a sweet endearing smile.  "And what might your name be little one?" she asked. The sudden attention made you shy away behind Alas and tightly grip his paw in yours before answering the chipmunk. "Aww that's a sweet name love. names Annabelle , but most here just call me Belle. " Leaning back up, the chipmunk lady procured a clipboard and paper before handing the application form back to you.  "We just need a signature from your mommy or daddy and you'll be good to go little one." she said, however Alas added "Um... he kinda came alone with me Miss Belle." "Oh did he? Well if you're willing to sign as his guardian we can make it official." "Really?! " "Sure thing sweetheart, I can tell you really like this friend of yours.  I trust you'll keep him out of trouble." the back and forth between the two of them concluded with Alas scribbling his name on the consent and application form before handing it back with an eager jump.


"Alright, everything checks out sweetums.  Just wait here with your buddy and we'll get him recorded and oriented. " Belle said as she briefly gestured to the colorfully lined couches in the waiting area.  The two of you sat down as you wondered to yourself what all was going to happen, having never really been to a nursery before this all seemed natural to you.  Looking over to Alas, the unicorn smiled back with a reassuring look, holding his hand in yours as he said “It’ll be fine, they’re just going to take some measurements and make sure everything is healthy.” with a look of certainty, carefully ommitting a recording of your foreskin as part of that health check. The sliding lock of the door could be heard unlatching as Ceasar,  a professionally dressed looking grey furred squirrel stepped through calling out your name with clipboard in hand.  The two of you walked over to greet Mr. Ceasar, presenting yourself before him you stated you were the one he was looking for.  “Ah, and this must be Alas.  You’re quite thoughtful looking after this little one, making sure he gets checked up to.  Reminds me of certain tribes rounding up other boys to make sure they didn’t miss their initiation ceremony.” he mused to himself, the implications of tribal circumcision rites flying completely over your head.  “Come this way both of you, step into the exam room and I’ll be right back. “ Mr. Ceasar said as he pushed open the door to what looked like to be a retrofitted walk in storage closet. 


The two of you sat in pensive silence, waiting for the caretaker in doctor’s clothing to return. The distant sound of rolling metal across a wooden floor could be heard trailer closer and closer to the two of you before the door slid opened again with Mr. Ceasar standing in the doorway with a cart of medical supplies in tow.  Seeing all the implements, many of them looking quite sharp and some of them appearing completely foreign to you, you couldn’t help but shirk back in your seat and give Alas a nervous look. “U-uh hi…”  is all you nervous voice could squeak out.  You looked at Mr. Ceasar and back at his tray of tools back and forth a few times to try and send the message home.  “Oh these? Don’t sweat it, we might not even need them after I check you out.  Speaking off, I’ll need you and Alas to get naked.  Just your bottom halves will do if you’d rather keep your shirt on.” 


“Why me too Mr. Caesar?” 
“Well someone’s gotta get a visual reference to make sure you both match.  You’re his guardian after all.” 
“O-oh… I hadn’t even thought about that.”
“Well of course, I’m not huge on tradition but I know how much fathers and in your case, guardians love match.” 

Mr. Caesar turned around and started gloving up his paws as the two of you undressed.  Alas was the first to lower his shorts and underwear, tossing them to the side of the chair as he stood.  Between his legs was his circumcised boyhood, a fully exposed head all dried out with cracks and grooves running along his glans as evidence of the viseral removal of it’s protective layer at the hands of Ms. Belle. What remained of Alas’ skin had bunched up right behind his coronal ridge, a puffy ring of liberal inner skin pushed out as it sits there like a cushion behind his tip.  Running below the exposed pink flesh was a grey ring that circled his entire shaft, a permanent mark of where the asphyxiating string of the plastibell had tied off his skin before having it carved away completely.   


You too had lowered your own shorts, and coyly pulled your diapers to your knees.  Suddenly having to deal with a doctor, let alone one who had some scary looking implements made you a bit shy about fully revealing yourself.  As you lifted up your shirt you showed off your own boyhood, a fully intact foreskin with enough of an overhang to form a bit of a fully closed snout that bunched up narrowly at the end, the opening of the snout having the wrinkled formation that of a rose bud. By all intents, a fully functional and healthy foreskin. 

“Let’s see what we’re working with.” Caesar said as he bent down onto his knees to give the two of you a closer inspection.  With the squirrel reaching out to Alas, he felt up the boy’s expertly excised member.  “Hmm… signs of keratinzing going well.” he mutter as his leathery pads gently glided over the horse’s dried and dulled glans.  Making a ring with his paws, the squirrel pulled back the boy’s loose remaining foreskin causing Alas to gasp softly as the touches were ever so softly stimulating the easily exciteable boy. “Loose cut, looks like by a plastibell and a high rising scar. Noted.” said Mr. Caesar as he made more mental notes.  Taking the boy’s tip into his paw he lifted it up to examine the underside of Alas’ shaft. “Stitches looks like they healed well… minimal webbing too.” With his other paw, he quikcly swiped his leathery paw pad along the sensory dense frenuluar band that had be spared from the boy’s circumcision.  Such an intense and sensitive sensation made the little horse boy squirm and elicit a startled moan much to Mr. Caesar’s chuckled amusement. “Heh, almost makes me miss mine. “ he mused as he jotted down the rest of his notes. 


Turning his attention towards you he grabbed your foreskin without much warning and started giving it a firm stretch forward.  “Ow! Ow-what are you doing?!” you yelped at Mr. Caesar with an accusatory tone. “This is part of the orientation little one.  I gotta make sure you’re healthy down here too and part of that is seeing how stretchy your peepee is.” unsure about the answer, you looked back to Alas to get a second opinion only for Alas to give you a confirming reassuring nod, the cirumcised length of the boy having steadily been firming up to a half-chub as he watched Mr. Caesar play around between your legs. Pouting, but ultimately agreeing you sighed in resignation. “Alright… if Alas trusts you…” you trailed on as the squirrel lets go of your outstretched skin, the squishy prepuce snapping back into place.




“Good, cus now we need to test how far it goes back. This might hurt a bit if you’ve never done it before.  Alas be a dear and hold your friend’s hand.” Caesar mentioned as Alas had gripped your paw in his.  Looking down at the squirrel with his paws wrapped around your foreskin, you gulped in anticipation before watching him slowly slide your foreskin back until it met some resistance right near the opening of your pink shiny glans.  “Ah damn, sorry bud.  This is going to hurt for a bit.” he said  with a bit of concern in voice despite going about this whole procedure coldly.  With a paw placed around the back of your bottom his other paw formed a pinching motion with his three digits before forcibly pushing your foreskin all the way back down to shaft in one firm motion. Feeling an absolutely terrible burning and tearing sensation you let out an ear splitting shriek before falling into a sobbing fit, crushing Alas’ paw in your tightened grip as you squirmed about trying to pull away from Mr. Caesar. 

Seeing you try to squirm away, Mr. Caesar was quick to let go of your inflamed foreskin before hoisting you up and pinning you down on the haphazardly made exam table.  “Ugh…” he groaned with ever thinning patience. “Stay still and this will be over soon.  This is going to hurt, but you need to experience the pain to remember it.  Now you can either be a brave boy and face it like a man or make it difficult for me and risk having something irreparably damaged.  Which will it be?!” Mr. Caesar rhetorically stabbed you with his pointed question. Holding back tears with sniffles and raspy gasps you eked out a “I’ll be bwave mishter Caesar…” Quickly the squirrel pulled your pull-ups down to your ankles before tying them into an elaborate knot and fastening them as a makeshift tie to keep you from kicking about. “Good.  I expect a thank you after I’m through.” he huffed as he pulled over his kart of tools to the table, a tent starting to form in his work slacks as he started getting ready to rid you of your foreskin, something he felt was much deserved after the headache you’ve become. 


Looking back at Alas, Mr. Caesar couldn’t help but notice that Alas’ little circumcised manhood was perking up from watching his handiwork. “Like what you see huh?” Ashamed, the horse quickly hid his bits behind his hoofpaws while Caesar let out a soft chuckle.  “No need to be ashamaned boy, this is a very special moment for any boy. It’s alright to get a bit excited.” nodding silently, Alas uncovered himself as keep his paws behind him while his little scarred manhood bounced about shamelessly. “Alas you’ve got a pair of hands, why don’t you come over here and help.  Keep his gross snout held back so I  can get him properly cleaned.” eager to see his friend finally getting circumcised, Alas rushed at the chance and got right over beside, hurridly pushing back you sore tender foreskin down to the base again as you stiffled a pained yelp.  Bitting your lip you closed your eyes as you strugled and writhed with your foreskin forcibly retracted.  As the two of them gazed as your shiny pink slicked tip they could see loose remnants of the protective mucosal layer that had just been seperated like little flakes decorating your tip.  “Eww… your thingy smells” Alas commented as the musky scent of your poorly maintained foreskin was quite apparent to the both of them, white specs of fresh smegma lining the bottom of your corona not helping your case. “B-buh I wish it every day” you protest between pained breaths, the sensation of being fully retracted starting to inflame your tight frenulum as your glans bends downwards to the continued pressure.


“Even if you wash everyday, you’ll still get this white residue building up.  It’s called smegma, and it’s what makes your peepee smell so bad.  Once I’m done, you’ll never get semgma again.  You’re welcome.” Caeser told you as he started padding your revealed glans with some fresh gauze as he wiped your smegma clean, picking at the remaining mucosal flakes dotting your head before lightly tapping Alas’ paw to let your foreskin go.  A brief respite was afforded you as your foreskin quickly rolled back to it’s natural state, a red aura of tenderness forming all around the edge of your foreskin from all of the rough play you were just subjected to. Caesar reaches over to his kart and gets a marker, uncapping the harsh smelling sharpie before leaning over and marking a perfect circle right around the rim of your foreskin covered corona. Putting the marker back, Caeser then reached for a sizing card with various sized holes dotting it.  Rolling your tender foreskin back one more time, he put the various circles around your tender glans, the hard plastic of the card making you wince as it grazed against your soft raw head.  Taking a mental note, Caesar took the card back and fiddled around with a box containing a variety of plastic looking devices until he found one that met his desires. The sound of crinkling wrapper could be heard as Caesar took the Plastibell out of it’s sterile container before setting it down.  Reaching over to his kart of tools, he procured a pair of foreceps.  With the foreceps in hand, he opened their blunt grated teeth, guiding the metal down the inside of your foreskin until both  ends of the instrument were a few scant centemeters above the dotted marked line running around your corona. Look up at Mr. Caesar, you gave him pleading whimpering eyes while he pretended to not even notice them, answering your pleads to stop with the closure of the foreceps around your foreskin. As the two slabs of blunt teeth closed around your foreskin you could feel the crushing pain as the instrument locked in place, slowly killing the blood flow to the dorsal slice of your foreskin.  The pinching and crushing sensation was beyond imagineable as burning, pinching, and tearing feelings all swirled around inside you as you let out a stammering pained gasp, tears rolling down your cheeks from the overwhelming sensations. 


“Oh Alas? Get between his legs and hold his thighs.  If he’s already at his limits from just the foreceps, he’s going to need some extra stability.” Crawling up onto the table, you found the weight of your friend sitting on your thighs as he looked down with eager interest at your currently clamped member, the horse’s excitement quite visible to you as it twitched and throbbed as it strained against the tightness of his circumcision scar. You felt fearful for what was to come, but you could take solace in the fact Alas had been through similar, and unsightly scars aside, he seemed to be fine.  Closing your eyes you let out a meek nod to Caesar. “I’m ready… get it over with… it hurts so much…” you begged between raspy soft breaths.  Taking some deep breaths, you braced yourself, only to be greeted by the warm embrace of Alas holding your hand and giving it a firm squeeze.  Relaxing a bit, your let your muscles release