Author's Note

It's finally here!

It's been 4 years in the making, but I'm glad to finally be presenting the long awaited Fleetfoot chapter and answer the questions readers have been asking about. The continuation from Cobalt Wave's perspective is currently being edited and will follow shortly.

Happy reading.

A Smooth Flier

Doctor Redheart opened the door to call out her next patient. As usual the room held only one occupant, this time it was a pale blue pegasus. The patient was clearly nervous, if the frantic pacing was anything to go by.

She could understand that, getting gelded was after all a quite emotional and scary process to most ponies. For her it was just work, but for the patients it represented a huge change in their lives, and change was often scary.

Not to mention that many foals, and even adult ponies held an irrational fear of doctors and hospitals. She supposed she could understand that too, after all, some procedures were of the uncomfortable sort, and patients were of course often scared of being told there was something wrong with them.

Redheart always tried her best to keep the atmosphere in her clinic professional and comforting, but at the end of the day her job involved cutting bits off of ponies, and that was a bit scary no matter how you sliced it. Surgery and medicine always made ponies better, but the process was not always a pleasant one. Especially when a patient refused painkillers. She tried to be quite generous with those.

She watched the pegasus pace for a few seconds, taking them in. It appeared to be a stallion, though she knew her craft and expected it was here to change that. He looked to be in his early twenties and had a curiously lean frame. An athlete if she were to have a guess. The speed at which he paced certainly hinted at that, he moved so fast his long white mane whipped with each turn.

“Excuse me.” She cleared her throat and the pony looked up from his pacing.

“Are you Mister Fleetfo–” Was as far as she got before he was right in her face. She would have been impressed by his speed if she wasn’t so taken off her guard.

“That's right!” he replied, so quickly that she didn't get to finish saying his name.

"You're Fleetfoot?" she repeated, looking up from her chart to make sure she didn't get another case of mixed up patients.

“That's me,” the stallion confirmed, dipping down to eye her cutie mark. “And you got a red heart on your flank, so you gotta be the Doc I'm here to meet.”

“I am,” she agreed and moved back to keep the stallion's poking muzzle away from her rear, feeling a bit self conscious. “Doctor Redheart,” she clarified, extending her hoof for him to shake.

“Sweet!” he replied and gave her hoof a solid bump. "So, ready to do this, Doc?!" he asked, pulling his hoof back and thumping it against his chest.

"Do what?" the doctor probed. The appointment hadn't stated what kind of procedure the pony wanted. Though she could take a very educated guess.

"Duh, make me a smoother flier of course," the pegasus enthused, taking flight and hovering in front of Redheart.

"Nip it in the bud, make me more aerodynamic," he continued, practically shoving his stallionhood in the doctor's face. "I'm talking about these babies, babymakers I mean, they gots to go if I'm gonna be the fastest Wonderbolt that ever lived. You feel me?"

"Aha." Redheart didn't feel him, and particularly didn't want a semi erect dick in her face before her morning coffee had settled in her tummy. But she was a professional and could handle this.

"Why don't you step into my office…" she trailed off as the pegasus had already flittered past her and plopped down on the hospital bed.

Redheart sighed and took her place in the chair next to the bed.

"So why do you want to get gelded, Mister Fleetfoot?" she asked, preparing her clipboard and quill as she caught back up to the standard procedure.

Fleetfoot's answer was predictable. "Because I wanna be a Wonderbolt." He stated simply, and grinned.

Redheart wrote this down, then looked up at her patient. "That does not really answer my question?" Though she knew what he meant, it was a common myth that she was eager to dispel.

Sure enough, Fleetfoot delivered. "I already said, I want to become more aerodynamic." He spread his legs and indicated the sack that hung between them. "These things are too flabby, they slow me down."

"Uhuh." Redheart nodded, unconvinced. "Are you aware that you can achieve pretty much the same effect by just wearing a tight pair of pants? I believe the Wonderbolt flightsuit is designed with that very thing in mind," she said, looking up from her clipboard.

While she was always happy to geld a stallion who really wanted it, she didn't like the idea of them doing it out of ignorance. That could only lead to regret and bitterness on their part, and a bad reputation for her clinic.

Fleetfoot didn't let that deter him. "Every bit helps," he insisted. "It saves weight, letting me turn faster and soar higher."

"Technically true,” she allowed, “though the benefit is negligible.”

She also had to admit that the benefits would be especially negligible for this patient. The way he was sitting put his package on full display, and it was clear that he didn't have much weight to shed down there. The semi erection poking out of his sheath wasn't much to brag about either.

“Negligible, smegligible,” Fleetfoot shot back. “Every bit helps, even the little ones.” he gave himself a demonstrable slap between the legs to emphasize which bits he meant, then immediately seemed to regret it as the pain hit.

Redheart had to suppress a giggle at the unintended slapstick.

Perhaps this is why he's so eager to lose it? she mused as he bent over and held himself.

She knew from personal experience that small stallionhoods could also satisfy a mare, though she also knew that most stallions remained unconvinced of this fact.

That, and the fact that he's clearly set his mind to become a Wonderbolt, she reminded herself.

“Are you aware that both Soarin Silverhooves and Wind Rider are intact males?” she said, deciding to try a new approach to get her patient to see sense. “And they both made it into the Wonderbolts.”

To her surprise the name dropping didn't have much of a positive effect.

“Meh,” Fleetfoot snorted. “Wind Rider retired years ago, and everyone knows Soarin is the slowest on the team.

Darn it, Redheart swore internally. She didn't really keep up with sports and only knew the names because this wasn't the first time she had this conversation with a young and ambitious pegasus.

“Anyways, it doesn't matter,” Fleetfoot continued. “I'm not planning to enter the squad as a stallion anyway.”

“Right,” Redheart nodded, admitting defeat. “You think you have a better chance to join as a gelding?”

“Well I'd have an even better chance at joining if I were a mare,” Fleetfoot shrugged. “They're always the most popular ones, and always the Captains.”

Redheart was just about to ask the next question on the form when Fleetfoot got a new idea and immediately felt the need to vocalize it.

“You think I could pass as a mare?” he asked.

Now it was Redheart's turn to shrug. “Lots of geldings do, depends more on whether they want to or not.”

“Sweet!” Fleetfoot pumped a hoof in the air. “Then I'm definitely getting my bits lopped off!”

Redheart wasn't sure if this was a spur of the moment thing, or a real desire, so she lowered the clipboard and met her patient's eye.

“As much as I'd like to help you there, this is a gelding clinic. We only deal with stallions, and former stallions, not mares” she explained. “But there are other clinics with better expertise I can refer you to, if you'd like me to.”

Redheart didn't have an issue with Transponies, in fact she had built her career on one form of transition, from stallion to gelding, and occasionally the other way around. Mares however were entirely outside of her expertise, which she could admit was ironic, given that she was one herself.

“Nah,” Fleetfoot's voice shut down that line of thinking. “I'm not anywhere near that serious about it. Being taken for a mare would just be a nice career move, nothing more.”

“I see,” Redheart nodded, and picked the gelding forum back up. Sounded like Fleetfoot had come to the right place after all.

“Besides, I looked into it and those surgeries take like months to heal. I can't be away from training that long!”

“And that's why you prefer a gelding instead?” Redheart asked.

“Yeah, just a quick, crunch, crunch, then I'll be back in the sky.”

“It’s a bit more invasive than that,” Redheart felt the need to correct. “Unless I also take the fruit out of your pouch you will have done all of this for nothing.”

“Makes sense,” her patient nodded. “Don't want any dead weight when I fly. Can you make me even smoother?”

“Of course,” the doctor replied. “I can remove the pouch and leave the area perfectly flat.”

“Awesome,” Fleetfoot cheered. “What else?”

“Well that's about it,” Redheart smiled. “Unless you want me to remove your penis as well?”

That gave her patient pause. “Wait, that's an option?”

“It is,” Redheart explained, “Though it is an option very few choose to go with.” In her career she had probably gelded well over a thousand stallions, but only a couple dozen or so had asked her to remove their cock along with their balls.

“I don't know…” Fleetfoot sounded like he was seriously considering it. “Will it help make me a better flier?”

Redheart shrugged. “You're the one who keeps insisting every little thing helps, however I think this is already going a bit-”

“Alright then, let's do it!”

“... overboard,” Redheart finished, but her patient wasn't listening, he was looking down at his crotch and appeared to be giving it a farewell pat.

“Not like I'll have any use for it as a gelding anyway.”

“Actually,” Redheart felt the need to dispel that myth as well. “Geldings may have a lower drive but they can still enjoy sex with the right partner.”

“Don't care, snip it off,” Fleetfoot waved a dismissive hoof in the air. “The last thing I need is some cute stallion trying to distract me from training.”

You still have your tailhole, Redheart noted, but decided to remain silent. She was starting to get a pretty good picture of her patient now and at least some of his casual attitude was starting to make sense.

“You really are an Ace?” she said, giving him a genuine smile.

“Duh, of course, and soon I'll be an even better one!”

Redheart wasn't sure if the double meaning landed or flew straight over her patient's head, but it didn't really matter. She sighed and accepted his choice. It was his body after all and she could only do so much as advise him on what to do with it.

“Very well then,” she said, moving back to the neglected gelding form and noting down what they had talked about. “So you want to be fully gelded, along with a penectomy and scrotum removal?”

“I don't know what the word in the middle means,” Fleetfoot admitted with a shrug, "but yeah. I want everything removed and all smooth down there.”

“Alright,” Redheart finished filling out the form herself. She noted down which potions were going to be used. Normally something she would ask the patient about if it was a regular gelding, but with a procedure this invasive they were non optional.

“Yes, let's bucking go!” Fleetfoot leapt off the bed and assumed the position, bent over with his tail in the air.

Redheart stifled a sigh. Normally she would have appreciated this, but this wasn't her everyday patient.

“Before we get to that, I'm going to have to ask you to drink this,” she explained, fetching a small potion vial from one of the locked cabinets in her office.

She wasn't surprised when the pegasus grabbed it from her and downed it in one gulp, not even asking what it would do.

"It's a trauma potion," Redheart explained anyway. "It will dampen pain and minimize bleeding."

“Cool, cool,” the pegasus nodded and then quickly turned around and presented his rear to the doctor again.

This time she didn't feel like arguing. She just put her hoof on his cutie mark and led him over to the padded table.

“This isn't an operation that can be done standing,” she explained as she bent down and started fiddling with the adjustments of the table.

She raised one part up like a backrest, split the other end in two and raised them up as well. It really was a quite ingeniously designed piece of furniture, and one she had paid dearly for, so she was kind of glad she got to use some of its more advanced configurations for a change.

“There,” she said, patting the seat. With all the adjustments she'd made, the ’table’ now more resembled a gynecological chair than a bed, and she motioned for her patient to take its seat.

"Place your legs here please," she said once the patient was seated, patting the stirrups.

The pegasus swiveled, plumped his hooves down in the desired position and gave the doctor ample access to his genitals.

"Like this?" he asked, drumming his legs against the stirrups.

"Yes, like that." Redheart was quick to strap the hooves down before the tapping had a chance to drive her past 'mildly annoyed'. She understood gelding was a very stressful event for any pony, and they each had their coping mechanism. Clearly Fleetfoot's was hyperactivity. Luckily neither of them would have to deal with it for much longer.

"Now this next potion will put you to sleep," she explained, holding up a new vial, carefully out of reach from the strapped pegasus so she could finish talking first. "Once you drink this there's no going back," she warned.

"Okay." The pegasus nodded, taking the vial and to Redheart's surprise not chugging it down. Instead he looked at it and shifted nervously. "Uhm, any chance I could stay awake? I don't like being woozy. Besides, my friend Raindrops was awake for its gelding."

Redheart came dangerously close to violating the patient confidentiality oath, but managed to bite back the reply.

"I'm not commenting on any patient in particular, but some, neigh most are only here for a quick clamping and a few stitches. That's a quick procedure with almost no blood nor risk to the patient's health. They are in and out again in 10 minutes,” she explained, keeping it vague enough to not incriminate herself.

She remembered Raindrops, nice pony. One of the first she crunched when she opened her clinic here. She wondered idly where it had made a friend like Fleetfoot, probably on the weather team, that's where most pegasi worked in this town.

Realizing she had gotten sidetracked she cleared her throat and continued. “Some patients even manage through it without painkillers." She put her eyes onto the pegasus. "You on the other hoof are in for a serious surgery." She pointed at the organs in question. "You think you could handle being awake while having your body cut open and pieces removed?"

Redheart knew it was a mistake as soon as the words left her mouth, and sure enough Fleetfoot gave her a rebellious smirk. "I can handle anything."

Great, walked into that one. "Okay, suit yourself," Redheart said bitterly. She had really hoped to be allowed to put Fleetfoot under, but it was his call and Redheart had no right to gainsay it.

She reminded herself that Fleetfoot wasn't being annoying on purpose, he was a patient, and one in for a very scary surgery at that. People were never at their best when they were scared or nervous. She would just have to bear it and be the kindest she could as she helped her patient through this.

She began the preparations, bringing over her tools of trade to the energetic pegasus. Filling a syringe with a rather large dose of local anesthetic.

"Lie still," she commanded. For a normal patient, she would have warned that it might sting a little. Fleetfoot seemed remarkably chill about losing his masculinity, and remarkably un-chill in general. Thankfully he remained still long enough for Redheart to inject the liquid in both testicles and the base of his penis. She then put the syringe aside and massaged the injection sites, making sure the potion spread well.”

"What was that for?” Fleetfoot asked. With the backrest raised he was able to watch everything that was being done to him.

“It's to make sure you don't feel any pain when I slice your bits off,” Redheart explained, thinking it was obvious.

“Oh, I thought that was what the potion was for?”

That was actually a fair question, and one she felt deserved a real answer. “It only serves to cushion your system,” she explained. “Normally that would be enough, but since you refused to be put under, I felt you needed this to entirely numb the area and make sure you don't feel any pain during the procedure.”

Another “Oh,” came from the Pegasus. “Yeah makes sense, thanks."

Redheart was surprised to note a blush spreading across his cheeks as he said that last part.

Odd, the words hadn't been in any way embarrassing. Then she looked down and remembered what she was doing.

Her hooves had been busy massaging the injection sites to make sure the anesthesia spread well. Or in other words she had been roughly fondling his genitals.

The stallion's organ seemed to respond well to her touch, the potion only fully blocking pain, while other sensations could slip by.

They both watched as the erection grew to its full size against Redheart's hoof.

"Sorry," they both said in unison, and looked away.

Redheart recovered first. "It's quite alright." She reassured, "Many stallions get an erection when I work on them."

Fleetfoot looked relieved and nodded. "I can imagine. An attractive mare like you, touching them… there," he trailed off, blushing again.

Now it was Redheart's turn to blush. She didn't often get compliments for her looks. "Thank you." She took her hoof off the erection, inadvertently giving it a stroke as she did so.

Even that light brush of a touch was enough to make the member twitch, and a bead of clear liquid appeared on the tip. Redheart giggled. "Oh my, you are pent up. Haven't released the pressure in a while, have you?" she joked, then stopped as she noticed Fleetfoot looking even more embarrassed.

"Hey, it's okay," she reassured the pegasus once more.

Fleetfoot squirmed. "Sorry, I'm a bit… I haven't had time with all my training."

"It's okay," Redheart repeated. "Nothing to apologize for."

"I've never been with a mare, and doing it myself…"

The pegasus looked utterly mortified so Redheart took pity on him and put a reassuring hoof on his shoulder. “It’s okay, we're about to take care of that now."

Fleetfoot looked up at her. A mix of fear and excitement in his eyes. "W-what?"

This took Redheart by surprise. "Well, once I cut these off,” patting his blue balls, “then you won't have to worry about such things." She gestured to Fleetfoot's quivering shaft. "It's one of the main benefits of geldings."

The pegasus relaxed, the fear and excitement replaced by a look of relief, and disappointment.

Disappointment? Redheart frowned, then it struck her, and it was her turn to blush and stammer. "Oh."

"Yeah," Fleetfoot admitted sheepishly. "Sorry. It was stupid…" He looked away.

Redheart chewed her lip, she wasn't sure how to deal with this. On one hoof she should be offended, but on the other it was a bit flattering too.

She decided to try and just move past it, she was a professional, darnit. She took the next potion and began to clean the incision area, covering Fleetfoot's groin in sterilizing foam.

She ran into trouble however once she started to wipe it off. Every time she so much as brushed Fleetfoot's genitals, the pegasus let out a squeak or a whimper, and the penis twitched like crazy, leaking even more precum. That was a problem.

I can't operate like this, it wouldn't be safe, Redheart thought to herself. But how the fudge do I phrase that?

"Uhm." Apparently she was going for eloquence.

"Yes?!" Fleetfoot panted.

“You didn't leave a sample before you walked in here, right?” she asked, though the answer stood clear between them.

“No,” he admitted, “I don't normally do that. Stopped when I realized how much it distracted me from training, and then I just got used to not doing it.”

Redheart nodded, he wasn't the first to get themselves gelded for that reason either. Just last week she had cut a very promising young wizard who wanted to focus on his studies.

“So how long since…?” she asked, nodding to his throbbing erection..

“I don't know, probably a year or two since I touched myself. I cum in my sleep sometimes though.”

A year, at his age?! Redheart thought to herself. That explained the uncontrolled erection and hair trigger, and also gave her an easy solution on how to proceed. All she'd have to do was to let a random stranger jerk off in her office.

She groaned, thinking she could really do with a coffee right now, or something even stronger. This patient was just so much to deal with!

Actually, she could nip two buds with one knife there… Oh what the heck.

“Okay, you're leaving a sample now,” she eventually said, trotting over to her cabinets and producing a sample jar, which she tossed to her patient.

He caught it reflexively in one hoof and looked down at the plastic container.”But I told you I don't normally do that.”

“Well I won't force you of course,” Redheart said. “But it will make the surgery go a lot easier for both of us, and be safer too.”

“Safer?” He gave her a look of surprise.

“Yes,” she admitted. “With your penis twitching like that, there's a chance I'll nick an artery or cut the wrong thing, that would be dangerous. So please for both of us, take a few minutes to get your stallionhood under control.”

“Okay,” Fleetfoot said. “If you're sure it'll help.”

“I am,” Redheart assured him.

“Okay then.” He looked down at his throbbing erection and then back up at her. “Eh, am I supposed to do this while you're watching?”

That comment caught Redheart completely off guard. She hadn't planned to, and the very idea was… just a little bit tempting. But no, it was a terrible idea, and so unprofessional, and she wasn't even sure the stallion would want that. Besides, she could think of a better use of her time.

“No,” she eventually replied, heading for the door. “I'm going for a coffee break.”

“Okay.”

The stallion sounded relieved, reinforcing her conviction that she had made the right choice.

“I'll be back in 15 minutes,” she told him, nodding up at the clock on the wall. "If that jar is filled when I get back, and you've cleaned up after yourself, then we'll do the procedure. If you still feel like it."

The pegasus looked between the jar in his hoof, the quivering erection between his legs and finally at his other hoof, which was empty, and reached down. “Sounds good to me.”

Redheart shut the door to her operating room just in time to cut off Fleetfoot's first moan of pleasure. To her relief the waiting room was currently empty so nopony heard that. She told herself she shouldn't technically be allowing this, but where was the harm? The clinic did have a room for that very purpose after all and Fleetfoot had been stupid for avoiding it.

There really should be a requirement to have some sperm frozen down before you got yourself gelded, Redheart thought. Most ponies did, and her clinic encouraged them to, but too many geldings didn't, and a few wound up regretting that choice. Hearing about these cases always pained her.

It was natural for young ponies to feel that they wouldn't want to have foals, or at least push it up as a future decision and not think about it too much. Well, a lot of ponies changed their minds when they got older, or when they found the right partner. Even geldings sometimes wanted to start a family. A lot didn't of course, but Redheart was of the opinion that it was always better to have the option and not use it, than to throw it away and end up regretting it.

Yes, what she just did was a good thing, she told herself. Messy maybe, but good. Fleetfoot might even decide to not go through with the procedure, which was… well, probably good too. While it was Fleetfoot's body and his choice what bits to cut off, Redheart couldn't help but think it was a poor reason for getting gelded. She knew there were Wonderbolts who kept all their bits intact and still made it big. At the end of the day though, it was never her decision to make. She had sworn to give her patients what they wanted and that was a decision she would respect. She had seen during her genure at the Navy recruitment clinic how wrong things could go when figures of authority felt entitled to make decisions for other ponies about their own bodies. She had hated being a part of that and didn't want her clinic to follow that dark tradition. Tonher mind only the pony themselves could decide over their own body.

Deciding to leave that whole hornet nest of ethics, morals and bad experiences in the past where it belonged, Redheart trotted off to the reception area where she could already smell the alluring aroma of freshly brewed caffeine. One of the things she really appreciated with her new receptionist was that Rarity always kept a pot ready for the both of them.

As she rounded the corner though, she saw that the young are was busy talking to a customer. Well that was good, she liked that there was always a steady stream of business moving her way.

Though it took her a moment before she realized it wasn't a customer at all, but a friend.

“Hello Cup Cake!” she greeted the blue mare, who turned her head and met the doctor with a smile.

“Redheart!” she called out cheerfully and embraced Redheart in a friendly hug.

“So,” the doctor teased her friend, wondering why Cup had decided to drop in during work hours, “What brings you to my clinic? Finally decided to have Carrot gelded?”

“As if!” the married mare lashed out in mock outrage, “You keep your scalpels far away from my husband's nuts!”

“I will,” Redheart promised. “Wouldn't want to deprive my best friend of her favorite toys.”

“They are a bit more than toys,” Cup shot back, but her joking tone turned almost solemn. “That's actually why I'm here.”

“Oh, is something wrong?” Redheart said, catching up on her friend's mood. “Has he gotten hurt?”

To her relief Cup Cake shook her head. That was good at least, she liked the tall guy and didn't want anything bad to happen to him. Though that left the question of why she was here at the clinic.

“No he hasn't gotten hurt, but…” the mare looked around as if to ensure they were alone before she spoke, an action that reminded them both there was a third pony present.

“Oh don't worry,” Rarity assured. “Here at Redheart's Clinic we have discretion as a core value. Nothing spoken within these walls will be repeated by me or the dear Doctor.”

“That's good to know,” Cup nodded yet she still lowered her voice as she explained. “So I think I let slip that we are trying for a foal?”

Redheart nodded while Rarity let out a squeak of happy surprise. She could already suspect where this was going “Yes I know, are you having difficulties?”

“We are,” Cup admitted sadly and hung her head. “We have been trying for months, and we tried last year too.” She bit her lip, “I think we have to face the fact that one of us might be sterile.”

Rarity quickly cut off her shocked gasp and gave a sympathetic look. Redheart was more restrained in her reaction. She felt bad for her friends, but she also knew she might be able to help.

“Do you know which one of you it is?”

“No,” the rotund mare shook her head. “I think it's him, but we need to find out for sure. After we know that we can explore what options we have.”

“I see,” Redheart put a comforting hoof on her friend's shoulder. “I'm here to help.”

“I know you are.” Cup leaned into the comforting touch. “I was actually in the middle of setting up an appointment for us to get tested.”

“Indeed,” Rarity replied, brandishing a schedule in her magical aura. “I was able to squeeze them in on Friday morning.

Redhead nodded in approval, she was happy to help out her friends, though she felt she had to be clear about what she could and couldn't do. “Now when you say us…?”

“I mean him,” Cup corrected. “I know your specialization. I already booked an appointment for myself at the Ponyville General, but I still want to be here for him when he gets tested.” She lowered her voice further and looked around the innocently decorated reception area. “He's a bit nervous about coming here alone.”

“That's understandable,” Rarity replied before Redheart could. “You are more than welcome to accompany him for moral support. You'd be surprised how often a wife or boyfriend comes along to hold their stallion's hoof as they get snipped.”

“Yes,” Redheart agreed. “Provided he has no problem with you being there, I'd love to have you both.” She didn't think he would, but it was important to hammer the point for the mares that came along that the patient's word was law in her clinic. If they wanted a private moment to discuss something with her, the partner left the room, that was non-negotiable.

“I can't imagine he wouldn't, given he asked me to come along,” Cup said, “ But good to know, thanks.”

“Oh it is no trouble at all,” Rarity assured, then hovered up a quill. “Shall we finish booking our appointment?” she said, giving Redheart a meaningful look that reminded her she had a patient booked right now. A patient that was most likely pleasuring himself in her office.

Deciding that she really needed the coffee to deal with that, Redheart excused herself from the conversation, poured a cup and returned to her office/masturbation den.

When Redheart returned to the operating room, she was met by the sight of a very smug looking Fleetfoot sitting in the chair and playing with the sample jar. It appeared to be full. Surprisingly there was no mess to be seen either.

I take it went well then?" Redheart commented. She was impressed by the sheer amount Fleetfoot had produced. The pegasus evidently hadn't been lying about how little he was using those particular organs. Redheart felt better about taking them away already.

The pegasus blushed happily where he sat. "Oh yes. Very well." He looked down and gave his sheath a tap. "So well that I'm almost considering keeping this."

"Only almost?" Redheart teased. "There's no shame in changing your mind about the procedure."

"Buck no!" Fleetfoot replied. "I have to get rid of it now. If I don't, I'll just spend all day playing with it. I won't get any training done then!"

Redheart opened her mouth to remind her patient that this never seemed to be a problem for most intact ponies, but closed it again. The patient had made up his mind, and Redheart should respect that, even if she personally thought he was giving up a lot for very little.

"As you wish," she said, shrugging, “sit down and relax like you were before and we'll get started."

Again. She added under her breath as she labeled the sperm jar and put it in the storage container.

When she turned around she found that Fleetfoot had indeed done as he was told, he had even strapped his legs to the stirrups.

"Good gelding," she couldn't help but comment as she walked up to her patient, who beamed at the compliment.

Redheart pulled up the mobile tray with the tools of her trade, and parked it within easy reach as she took her place between Fleetfoot's legs.

"Are you aware of all the consequences of this procedure and that it is irreversible?" Redheart asked, holding up the scalpel for emphasis.

"Yes." The patient nodded.

"And you are aware that I, your doctor, is recommending against this procedure?"

The patient nodded again.

"And you want to go through with it anyway?"

"Yes,." Fleetfoot answered, dooming his reproductive organs with a smile on his lips. "I do. Doctor, make me all smooth and aerodynamic."

"Well then," Redheart nodded. Despite her efforts to talk him out of it, the patient had made up their mind, and Redheart was going to do her part. With the ethical conundrum resolved, she could get back to take pleasure in a job well done.

"It's probably best to reapply the local anesthesia," she noted, hefting Fleetfoot's balls in her hoof. "Can you feel this?"

"Uhm, a little." The pegasus squirmed as he was groped.* "But it doesn't hurt."

"Good." Redheart gave the orbs a slap with her other hoof. Fleetfoot moved as if to flinch but when he realized it didn't hurt he looked relieved.

"That's really cool! It didn't hurt at all."

"That's the idea of local anesthetics,” Redheart reminded him. "Still, I will be cutting deep into your tissues soon so let's not take any chances. It wears off rather quickly I'm afraid."

She refilled the syringe and once more injected it into Fleetfoot's genitals. One prick in each testicle and one, quite appropriately, on his prick.

The pegasus watched in fascination as the needle painlessly entered his flesh. He then watched the doctor put down the empty syringe and pick up the scalpel.

"Last chance to back out,." Redheart warned.

"Go ahead." The pegasus nodded, seeming quite eager. "Take it away, doc."

So Redheart began cutting. The scalpel bit into the soft silky skin of Fleetfoot's pouch and split it down the middle. It was a longer incision than the doctor normally did, but since it was all coming off anyway, there was no need to be delicate.

The jewels themselves spilled out of the cut by their own accord, almost as if they were eager to be harvested. Redheart happily complied. With a flick of her scalpel the first one dropped into the bowl below.

Redheart looked up to meet Fleetfoot's eyes as she positioned the blade over the last orb.

She didn't give the pegasus a chance to say anything, with another flick the sharp scalpel severed the gonad and it dropped, landing next to its twin with a soft wet thud.

"Wow…" Fleetfoot whispered, its eyes not breaking contact as it stared into Redheart's, almost in shock. "That was… quick."

"Ten seconds flat,” the doctor smiled, and winked at her patient. "Isn't that the Wonderbolt motto?"

"It's Altius Volantis. Soaring Higher,." Fleetfoot corrected, still without breaking eye contact. "Ten seconds flat is from The Junior Speedsters."

Redheart could tell Fleetfoot was in a bit of a state at the loss of his stallionhood, so she gave the pony a reassuring pat on the knee.

"Tell you what," she said cheerfully. "You will soar a lot higher and speedier without those two stones weighing you down."

"Yeah, that's the idea," the pegasus giggled nervously.

"I'm glad I could help. Do you still want to do the big thing?" she asked, a nod down between the pegasus' legs.

Fleetfoot finally broke eye contact to look down at the mess between its legs. Instead of his usual annoying low hangers it saw only a slit, the empty sack split open and flat with nothing left to fill it.

It was a bit of a relief to see them gone, and the pegasus was even more relieved that there was no blood to be seen.

"The big thing?" It mumbled, still captivated by the missing bits.

"Your penis,." Redheart clarified, snapping the dumbstruck gelding out of it by running a hoof along its sheath.

"Oh that?” Fleetfoot mumbled, blushing. “It's not very big is it?”

It wasn't, Redheart silently agreed. “It's still big enough to please a mare," she commented from personal experience.

"I don't want to please mares," the gelding protested, "I want to win races and focus on my flying!"

Redheart met the protests with a reassuring smile. "Then let's get rid of it."

"Let's," Fleetfoot agreed and watched as the doctor began cutting once more.

It watched as the doctor drew the scalpel along the length of its sheath leaving a thin red line as the skin was cut. Once Redheart had traced her blade along the entire length of the sheath, she used her hooves to peel back the skin and reveal the organ inside.

"There's our little friend," the doctor commented. She carefully ran a hoof along the flaccid organ and began to bend it backwards, extracting it from the split sheath.

Fleetfoot could only blush as it watched its penis being lifted from its home by the doctor's firm hoof and poking straight up, completely pink and naked.

"Okay, maybe not so little," Redheart noted as she felt the organ grow stiff against her hoof.

"It looks bigger from this angle," the pegasus agreed, embarrassed about its body's reaction to the doctor's touch, yet fascinated too. The pole of flesh looked alien to the former stallion, it had never seen a penis free of its sheath before.

"Let's fix that then." The doctor smiled and put the scalpel against the base of the organ.

Fleetfoot watched wordlessly as the sharp blade cut into its geldinghood. A quick slash and the rigid organ was severed forever, coming loose in the doctor's hoof.

Redheart in turn watched the emotions play across the pegasus's face as she put down the scalpel and presented the severed organ to its former owner.

“There," she said to the stunned pony. "You're not just a gelding, but now you're a null too. How does it feel?"

The gelding reached out a hoof, accepting the phallus from her and brought it up to its eyes.

While Fleetfoot marveled over its severed sex organ, Redheart inspected the stump. To her satisfaction the cut looked very neat. Thanks to the potion there was minimal bleeding and the exposed flesh was already healing before her eyes. It truly was a remarkable concoction, sadly not one she could use on most of her patients. It simply healed too fast, and the side effects weren't worth it for a normal gelding. For a more invasive surgery like this though, it was perfect. She wouldn't even need to stitch the wound up.

In fact the now empty sheath was already knitting itself back together and Redheart reminded herself she needed to work fast.

Thinking of what the patient had requested she began to rearrange what little was left of the null's genitals. She couldn't just leave the sheath as it was. While it would heal back up to cover the stump that was left of the penis and give that 'smooth look' the pegasus had badgered on about, the fact was that it simply wasn't hygienic.

The pony still had to pee and with a stump that short inside a sheath that big… the doctor nearly gagged as she considered the implications, not to mention the infection risk. The pegasus would have to clean its sheath daily just to avoid a UTI.

No Redheart knew of a much better modification, one she was sure her patient would approve of. With deft hooves she cut around the opening of the sheath, then pressed the bloodless edges back together, knowing the flesh would knit itself back together in seconds with the help of the potion.

"What are you doing?" a dazed voice asked.

"I'm making you smoother, like you asked for," Redheart replied, meeting the slightly unfocused eyes of her patient with a reassuring smile.

"Oh, okay that's good," Fleetwood nodded, its focus returning once more to the object in its hooves.

While the pegasus played with its former member the doctor put the finishing touches on where it came from. She had sealed up most of the sheath, but left a small flap that covered the stump and could be pulled back when nature called.

Redheart couldn't help but feel satisfied with her work as she admired the now perfectly smooth crotch in front of her. While she liked to see a healthy pair of stallion bits as much as the next mare, or even the slightly modified look of a fresh gelding, she could definitely say that she had delivered exactly what the patient had asked for.

"Now that's smooth," she declared, running her hoof over the already perfectly healed area, and catching the attention of her patient.

"Wow!" Fleetfoot declared upon seeing the end result.

The smile that spread across the gelding's face told Redheart that she had been right to go the extra mile. Patient satisfaction meant a lot to her, and Fleetfoot looked very happy indeed.

It ran one of its own hooves across the smooth surface between its legs and marveled at the feel. "There's nothing left at all."

"That is what you asked for," Redheart reminded it.

"Yeah," it replied, "I just wasn't expecting it to look this good."

Redheart beamed at the praise of her work as the null brought down the severed penis and held it up against the sealed sheath.

"Can't believe this thing used to fit in there."

Well it wasn't that big to begin with, Redheart thought to herself as the pegasus played with its altered anatomy.

"How do I pee though?" the null asked, and waved the severed member, "It was like the only thing this thing was good for."

"I'll show you," Redheart said, and took the flopping willy from the pegasus's hoof.

"You won't need this anymore," she informed it, tossing the thing into the bowl on the floor which already held the other two organs the pegasus had given up today.

"See here," she pulled back the hidden flap in the sheath, showing the patient the stump which was all that was left of its penis.

"You'll have to sit down of course," she informed, "But once you're done you just pull the flap back up and…"

The patient marveled as its groin once more became silky smooth. "Amazing," it declared, smiling at her. "I knew coming all this way to your clinic would be worth it."

Redheart felt herself blush at the praise. She had no idea her work was that well known.

"I gotta thank Lightning Dust for recommending you."

"Lightning Dust?" the doctor asked. She couldn't remember gelding a pony with that name.

"She said you gelded her coltfriend real good," the pegasus shrugged, "well it's not her coltfriend anymore. But still, bang up job. She made it show me, and said it only took you like a minute."

Redheart did her best to process this information. “Well I'm glad my reputation is spreading,” she eventually said. “Feel free to recommend me to your friends as well.”

“Will do,” Fleetfoot saluted and tried to leap out of the chair, only to remember too late that its legs were still strapped to the chair.

“Ow… wait, no that didn't hurt at all,” it said after flopping down hard against the padded seat. “Neat, I gotta see about getting some of that potion!”

“That would be a terrible idea,” Redheart hurried to explain. “The potion you took is meant for emergencies and surgeries only. Taking it regularly will be disastrous for your health.”

“Disastrous how?” Fleetfoot asked as it freed its legs from the straps.

“Well for starters all your muscles will atrophy,” she began with the part that was most likely to get her patient to drop the issue, and sure enough it worked.

“Oh hard pass for me then!” The pegasus flapped its wings in protest. “Wait… I just drank one of those? Will my muscles atrophy?”

“No,” Redheart hurried to assure it. “Not with a single use, though I recommend you eat twice as much as you normally do for the next couple of days.”

“Oh, that doesn't sound so bad.”

“Yes, it's really the long term or repeated use that is dangerous. Though your body is burning calories like crazy right now, so you'll need to replenish them if you want to avoid it affecting your muscles.”

“Well thanks for the warning Doc,” Fleetfoot once more tried to leap to its hooves, and this time it worked. “I was already starving, but now I know I can indulge, I'm going to get me some hayburgers! With fries! And a soda!”

“Sounds great,” Redheart agreed. Her patient's enthusiasm was rubbing off on her and she was glad to see Fleetfoot so happy after its operation. “A nice solid meal to celebrate your new status.”

“Buck yeah! Thanks for everything Doc,” it agreed, offering her a hoof bump. “Eh, that was everything right? I'm really craving that burger.”

“That's everything,” she confirmed, then glanced down at the bowl with the gelding's rejected parts. “Unless you'd like to keep your bits.”

That elicited a laugh from the Pegasus. “A bit late for that now,” it said, running a hoof across its smooth crotch.

“No, I mean keep them in a jar, as a memory.” She gestured to a row of glass containers on one of the shelves in her office. They were all empty, she had found that keeping full ones on display could unnerve some patients.

“Oh yeah,” Fleetfoot said as it spotted them. “That'd be kinda cool actually. Lightning Dust keeps hers in her trophy case. I don't have a bitch like her, but I don't need to, I got my own! Great idea Doc!”

Redheart wasn't entirely sure that was a great idea at all, but ten bits was ten bits. So she scooped up the bowl and washed its contents by the sink, then dropped the clean family jewels into a fresh jar of preservation liquid.

“Would you like a jar for your penis as well?” she asked as she worked.

“Nah,” Fleetfoot replied, eyeing the floppy member Redheart was holding up. “I'm just gonna get a big rubber one and tell everyone it was molded after mine.”

Stallions, Redheart rolled her eyes, not for the first time, nor for the last on this subject.

“As you wish,” she said, throwing it in the trash and trotting over to hand the jar over to its owner. “One pair of family jewels for display purposes, that'll be ten bits.”

Fleetfoot happily paid up and took the jar. “Yeah, these will look great next to my medals. Everyone I bring home is gonna praise me for being so dedicated to winning.”

“I'm sure they will,” Redheart agreed and glanced up at the wall clock. Sugar! She was already 5 minutes late for her next patient, a stallion named Cobalt Wave, if she remembered correctly.

She hoped dearly he would be less of a hoofful than her current patient. “Didn't you have a hayburger with your name on it?” she asked, hoping it'd take the hint.

“Right!” Fleetfoot jumped on the spot and then put down the jar and threw itself at her, wrapping the surprised doctor in a double hoofed embrace. “Thanks for everything, Doc, I'll recommend you to all my friends. Now… sayonara!”

And with that the gelding was out of her door and out of her life.

Redheart breathed a sigh of relief. She really loved her job when she got to help ponies like this, but darn it could get exhausting at times.

She finished the cup of lukewarm coffee that she fetched when Fleetfoot was... actually she'd rather not think about that. Instead she inspected the operation bed, now chair, only to find it spotless. Credit where it was due, she found a bunch of paper towels in the trash, along with Fleetfoot's penis. The pegasus had clearly cleaned up after itself. Luckily her table was enchanted to be easy to keep spotless and sterile so a wipe was all it took. Same for her tools, which she just washed off in the sink and returned to the tray they usually rested on.

The clean up process was quite quick, but she still intended to apologize to her next patient for being late. She also hoped he was just in for a quick crunch and not another advanced surgery.

Feeling like she was forgetting something, she nevertheless strolled over to the door and stepped out to meet her next patient.

“Mr. Cobalt Wave?”