Cobalt Wave took a deep breath before stepping into the building. He wasn't sure what he had expected but the interior looked surprisingly normal. It reminded him of any other hospital, only smaller.

There was a bench for patients to wait, a vending machine, presumably in case the waiting took a long time, a receptionist's desk and a couple of potted plants. So far, all good. Nothing to be afraid of.

Well, the mare sitting behind the counter was intimidatingly beautiful, and as if that wasn't enough, he recognized her!

Like every colt who had grown up in Ponyville he had admired those long purple locks, the pristine white coat and that confident smile.

"R-rarity!" He exclaimed before he could stop himself.

The mare in question looked up from whatever she had been bent over and gave him a professional smile as he squirmed under her gaze. After a few seconds her eyebrows rose in surprise, she had recognized him too.

"Cobalt?" She exclaimed, her smile growing more genuine. "Is that you?"

"Y-yeah." He stammered in reply, not meeting her eyes, the floor looked interesting. "I'm s-surprised you remember me."

"Darling." The mare exclaimed, sounding almost miffed. "How could I not remember you Cobalt Wave. We were only in the same class for years." She eyed the bright blue earth pony until he gathered enough courage to meet her gaze.

"Uhm, yes, I wasn't sure. It's good to see you again." He managed a nervous smile. It was good to see a friendly face here. Not that they had exactly been friends in school, she had been way out of his league, but it was something. Though on reflection that held a terrible foreboding, given what he was here for.

"It's been a while." He squeaked out, cheeks turning red.

"It has." She agreed, completely ignoring his flustered state, she carried on like it was just a casual conversation between acquaintances and not a mare addressing the stallion she was about to emasculate. "About a year, you skipped town soon after graduation."

"Y-yeah." He admitted, running a hoof along his neck. "I wanted to be closer to my marefriend, long distances sucks… and then there was basic training." He trailed off, not wanting to talk about that subject, but Rarity looked intrigued.

"Basic training? Oh, you joined the military?"

"Uhm, navy actually." He corrected, and couldn't help but feel a bit of pride at that.

"Navy?" Rarity repeated, clearly impressed. "Good for you."

He could do little but nod at that, still feeling proud. That is until her next sentence mortified him.

"And now you decided to nip back to Ponyville for your gelding?" She teased.

Thankfully, or perhaps unthankfully she continued with. "Won't your girlfriend mind?" It was probably well meant, but it hit like a sledgehammer.

"No." He said bitterly. "We broke up."

Rarity's hooves flew up to her mouth. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Don't be." He muttered out. "Good riddance."

She lowered her hooves and gave him a sympathetic smile. He just snorted.

"Not like she'll need mine anyway. Had been enjoying three other cadets behind my back before I caught her cheating on me." He spat out.

"That bitch!" Rarity exclaimed. "Clearly she didn't deserve a pony like you."

He was kind of touched by the sympathy in her voice, they hadn't been close in school, but it was clear she was taking his side now.

"Yeah, well she's… in the past." He managed to push down the bile that had been rising in his throat. "Could we talk about something else?"

The mare nodded in agreement but didn't supply any other topic of conversation.

"But look at you." He said striking out for the first subject that came to mind. "Running your own clinic." He chuckled nervously. "I didn't know you were into geldings."

That made Rarity burst out laughing, but since it defused the tension from earlier he didn't mind.

"Did you really think I was?" She choked out between fits of laughter. "Darling, I'm just the receptionist." She waved a hoof around the sparsely decorated room.

Well that was a big relief, at least it wouldn't be Rarity that gelded him, that would have been just too embarrassing. Not that teenage Cobalt hadn't dreamt of feeling her hooves handling his intimate parts at some point, but not like that.

"I uhm." He mumbled. "But didn't you always want to start a business?"

"I did." She confirmed. "And I will, once I have enough starting capital."

Ah, that made sense, he thought as Rarity continued to explain.

"I am going to open a fashion boutique." She boasted. "It will be glorious, beautiful dresses as far as the eye can see. Definitely the talk of the town, and maybe even the nation. I already have plans to open a second boutique in Canterlot and…"

She was really getting into it and Cobalt felt himself starting to zone out as Rarity prattled on about her big plans. It wasn't that he wasn't glad she had ambitions, but Rarity always had a tendency to gush. It wasn't for nothing that she had been dubbed the drama queen in their yearbook. Besides, he was going on a navy ship soon, what did he care about dresses and where you could buy them? He was a stallion too, well for now, but he seriously doubted that even losing his masculinity would give him any sort of interest in female fashion.

That last thought sent a shiver down his spine as he realized that after today he wouldn't be a stallion anymore. Maybe he would start to act more like a mare? The thought both excited and terrified him.

"....and I already have the perfect location." Rarity finished. "The building's being refurbished right now. I'm pouring every bit I make here into it. It will look like a crenelated carousel."

Cobalt realized she had stopped talking and offered her a smile.

"That sounds amazing." He said, trying to mirror her enthusiasm.

"Doesn't it." She replied smugly. "But look at me talking, you came here to see Dr. Redheart, not a silly old classmate like me." She her tone was light but she did frown down at the notes she had been working on when he entered.

"Redheart is…?" He mumbled, not sure what to say. Luckily for him Rarity was quick with the reply.

"The mare that will perform your gelding." She confirmed. Cobalt felt a twinge between his legs at the mention of the word. Could he really go through with this?

As if sending his reluctance Rarity gave him a comforting smile.

"It'll be fine, the doctor is very good at what she does. It won't hurt a bit." She assured him then shrugged. "Not unless you want it too. Which I really don't recommend darling. I sometimes hear the screaming all the way out here." She punctuated the statement with a dramatic shudder.

Only then did she realize that her attempt at calming down the stallion had failed, massively. Instead of being reassured he had gone pale as a ghost.

Luckily Rarity knew of one surefire way to get a stallion to relax. As a bonus, it was something that needed to be done anyway.

She levitated a small plastic jar over to the frightened stallion and gave him her best bedroom eyes.

"But you shouldn't worry about that now." She purred. "Just take this and… relieve the preassure."

He looked up in confusion.

"What's this?" He said, turning the jar over in his hooves. "And how will it help me relax?"

His question caused her to let out a fillyish giggle.

"It's a sample jar, silly." She explained, and made a very suggestive motion with her hoof.

"Oh." Cobalt replied, it was now his turn to blush.

"Gives you the option to become a father even after your gelding."

"I get it." He hurried to reassure her before she went into embarrassing detail.

"Not here though, right?" He threw a nervous glance around the reception room.

"Of course not." Rarity giggled back and pointed to a door off to the side. A small sign next to it read: 'Donation Room'. "Enjoy yourself."

"Thanks." He muttered, a bit unsure if he really should, it felt a bit sleezy.

Rarity apparently didn't think so. "Give it a good stroke." She encouraged and made the suggestive gesture again. "It's your last wank after all."

She could have skipped that last part! Mortified Cobalt fled into the donation room and slammed the door behind him.

The room he found himself in was surprisingly clean and well thought out. Oh, it was still a den of sex, but not as bad as he had feared.

As he looked around, he realized that some actual thought had gone into the room. The chairs were stainless steel and plastic, they didn't look too comfortable but would be easy to keep clean and sterile, a design feature he strongly suspected was intentional.

Lewd posters decorated the walls with both mares and stallions, and it took him a moment to realize that they had been strategically placed. One half of the room was entirely dedicated to the female body. Mares in all manner of poses and states of undress, the other showed stallions with their pride on display.

It was quite easy to grasp that the separation was so that ponies who were only attracted to one gender wouldn't be put off by lewd pictures of the other. One chair was placed in the corner for those ponies who preferred both.

Suspecting Rarity had had a hoof in the design he sat down in the area for those into mares. He put down the sample jar on a small table covered in magazines and took a deep breath.

Was he really doing this? How could any stallion get off knowing that in only a few minutes a doctor would come with a big pair of pliers and make it so you could never enjoy this activity again?

He shivered as he imagined the cold steel against his delicate pouch and noted, to his surprise, that he was already growing hard.

It's just the sexy receptionist, he told himself. You lusted after Rarity for years, and now she just told you to jerk off to her. He had to agree that his libido had a point. What red blooded stallion wouldn't get hard at that? Imminent gelding or not.

Well, she hadn't told him to jerk off to the thought of her of course. He imagined she'd be quite offended if he did.

But on the other hoof, it's not like she'd know if he did, right?

Besides, who else was there to think about, his ex? That was a no go. She had stomped all over his heart, he sure as tartarus wasn't going to spill his last load over the memory of that bitch.

He tried to picture the mares he would be serving with when he got back to the navy. It was hard to picture them as more than abstractions though. And even if he would be lucky enough to catch the eye of one of the few female marines, or a cute sailor, so what? He'd be a gelding then, not fit to enjoy the experience.

So Rarity it was then, and why not, the mare was absolutely gorgeous. It wasn't as if he hadn't fantasised about her back when they went to school together. He'd just have to imagine…

He closed his eyes and began to stroke the erection that was starting to poke out of his sheath. He imagined Rarity walking in on him, her eyes widening in surprise. He imagined her apologizing and starting to close the door, only to bite her lip as her gaze lingered on his stallionhood.

He'd invite her in, offer to let her feel it. She'd hesitate at first, stating professionalism, but wouldn't be able to help herself.

He'd stroke himself confidently as he watched her approach, eyeing his meat with hungry eyes.

She'd get on her knees in front of him and look up with her wide sapphire eyes surrounded by long lashes, asking silently for permission to touch him. A request he'd graciously grant.

He relinquished his grip on the pulsating meat only for it to be exchanged for the feathery light touch of Rarity's delicate hoof.

It felt nice, but she was too careful, too delicate. He reached out and grabbed her hoof, letting out a moan as he squeezed her grip harder against his sensitive flesh.

Rarity's eyes opened in surprise, but upon seeing his reaction, she grew bolder, her other hoof joined in on the action.

The mare of his colthood fantasies was kneeling on the floor, stroking him with both hooves and looking up at him with the most sultry gaze. He felt himself ready to blow. In just a few short strokes he would coat that beautiful face in his pearly seed. He imagined her for a second with her mane plastered with spunk, licking a generous dollop from her cheek and sighing at the taste.

Spurt

For a moment, the sensation felt wonderful as he reached climax. He rolled back in the chair, letting the first rope of his foal batter fly towards Rarity… and straight through her. His eyes flew open as the next spurt splattered the floor in front of him.

"Shit!" He exclaimed as even more of his seed spilled out. "No, no, no!"

He had to gather it up, to save it! How could he have forgotten?

With an effort of will he managed to aim the last few spurts at his own chest as he searched frantically for the specimen jar.

"Buck!" He swore as his grasping hoof found the small plastic cup, the lid was still on!

Before he managed to get the lid off his last orgasm had already ebbed out.

It wasn't until then, when he stood there looking at his last load drying on the floor with a sticky chest and an empty sample jar in his hoof, that the true horror hit.

He was getting gelded in a few minutes, and the last fertile load he would ever produce was drying on the tiled floor! He'd never be able to freeze it for later now!

He would never be a father!

It wasn't something that he had particularly planned for, or even wanted up until that point, but now that the option had been taken from him it felt like a punch in the gut.

He looked down at himself, his erection was shamefully slinking back into its sheath and his chest and belly was covered in… wait, could that work?

***

Handing in the sample jar turned out to be one of the most humiliating experiences of Cobalt's young life.

After having spent the last few minutes frantically scraping the few drops of sperm that had decorated his chest into the jar and then cleaning up after himself. Thankfully some kind soul, probably Rarity, had made sure the room had a generous supply of tissue paper.

Cobalt poked his head out of the door, thanked Celestia that there were no other patients nearby and snuck over to the reception desk.

Handing a jar of sperm over to your old classmate would have been an embarrassing ordeal at the best of times. Doing it while smelling strongly of the stuff and nursing a wet patch on your coat was doubly so.

Still, nothing is so bad that it can't get any worse.

Rarity held up the jar for inspection and, noting just how little there was in it, she stifled a giggle.

"Ah, I see why you want to become a gelding."

The mare gave him a look of benevolent sympathy that made him wish the floor would just open up and swallow him whole. There had only been so much that he managed to scrape off. As much if not more had dried into his coat.

"Would you like to try again?" She asked, setting the jar down on the counter in front of his eyes.

As if her words weren't emasculating enough, she pointed to the scale on the side of the jar. His sample didn't even reach up to the line marked 'Minimum'.

"I-I can explain." He stammered out, mortified.

"Oh there's nothing to be embarrassed about." The mare behind the counter assured him.

"This is a gelding clinic. We of all ponies have no room to judge a stallion for not measuring up." She gave him an encouraging smile.

Oh sweet Celestia, kill me now!

“I… uhm.” He floundered, not sure what to respond.

“Thanks.” He eventually muttered, desperate for any word that would end this humiliating exchange.

"No worries darling." Rarity assured and picked up the jar with his final load.

"I'll just throw this away while you nip over to Redheart's office to make your gelding official."

She giggled and pointed down the hall.

Yeah, because she had just so verbally emasculated him so thouroughly that the actual cutting would be little more than a formality at this point. Sighing his eyes followed her hoof, noting that the corridor ended in a closed door and another minimal waiting room. He was just about to go down that route when her words finally processed.

"What do you mean 'throw it away'?" His eyes locked on the small plastic container that Rarity was just about to drop into the trashcan next to her desk. She froze with a slightly confused and guilty look on her face.

"Aren't you going to freeze that?" He asked, voice trembling.

The almost patronizing sympathy that spread across Rarity's face nearly made his balls shrivel up and drop off by their own accord. Her reply only confirmed what he already knew.

"Oh darling, I'm sorry. That just isn't enough… donation to freeze down properly."

She pointed again to the line marked 'minimum', reminding him once more that he had come up woefully short in his last act as a stallion.

"I can send it in if you insist but the ponies at the bank are more than likely to throw it out as well and ask for another sample."

She glanced at the clock and continued.

"But since you're getting gelded in about five minutes, that does rather put the brakes on being able to provide any more samples, doesn't it."

She put the jar back down on the desk and gave him that worried sympathetic smile that meant she was about to say something truly emasculating. Cobalt braced himself, tucking his tail up between his legs.

“But it’s okay.” She reassured. “If you or a future marefriend ever need to, we have plenty of other donors you can request sperm from.”

That was not as reassuring as Cobalt had hoped and he could feel the twinge of his genetic line dying out in that very moment.

“After all, given how little you produced this time, there is a good chance you are already inferti-”

Rarity must have noticed the dejected look on his face and realized that her reassurances were having the opposite effect. She cut herself off mid-sentence and her forced cheerfulness slipped off her face to reveal a much more genuine sympathy.

“I am sorry.” She spoke carefully. “I didn’t realize it meant so much to you.”

He could only nod mutely, feeling the sting of a tear in the corner of his eye. That gave the mare a guilty look, she knew she had said something wrong.

“I am sorry.” She repeated herself. “I just assumed that since… but that was my mistake.”

She put the sample jar down on the center of her desk, eyed it critically and then picked up her phone.

“I’ll see if I can get them to make an exception. Of course you deserve to have a shot at siring a foal if that is what you want.”

It still sounded a bit backhanded, but Cobalt was happy to take it at this point.

“Thank you.” It was meant to be a polite mutter, but even he was surprised by the emotion in those two words.

“Think nothing of it.” The mare brushed it off. “It’s the least I could do after such a blunder.”

“Plus.” She added, giving him a wink. “I don’t mind pulling a few extra strings for an old friend.”

Cobalt felt a smile start to work itself into the corner of his mouth as the mare raised the phone to her ear.

“Now shoo." She waved a hoof. "I have some calls to make and you have a surgery to prepare for.”

He mouthed another 'thank you' as she had already pressed the phone to her ear and trotted off to meet the doctor.

Reaching the end of the small corridor he looked around, there was only the one door, was he supposed to knock?

Before he could contemplate that conundrum the door burst open and a blue pegasus strutted out looking very pleased with himself. The white maned pony looked awfully familiar to Cobalt.

"F-Fleetfoot?!" He gasped, recognising his old friend from basic training. "What are you doing here?"

"Well duh! Same thing as you Cobalt." The pegasus rolled his eyes and lifted one leg to give his friend a good view of what hung between them, or rather what didn’t. "Getting my nuts cut off, of course."

Cobalt gasped as he took in the sight, the pegasus stallion’s groin was perfectly smooth, no trace remained of his sheath and pouch, even less so the organs that had filled them.

Author's Note

Hi dear readers. I do apologize for dragging my feet with this one. The chapter ended up getting longer and longer so I eventually made the decision to split it into three parts and a side story. No gelding this time, Rarity's sharp tongue aside, but stay tuned, there is more to come.