Chapters Author's Note
I very much would like some advice on the tagging of this story and content warning. I know the subject matter will make some people queasy and piss of others, however I'm not sure what else to tag it for to help those who wish to avoid it, well avoid it.
It's neither dark, violent nor non-consensual. The profanity is tame even by Teen standards and there is no death or self harm. Arguably the painkiller potion is narcotics, but that feels like a stretch. There's also no sex, in fact quite the opposite.
Domestic Bliss
Doctor Redheart looked at her schedule to remind herself who her next patient was and what they had booked time for.
"Hmmm, ah yes, one of those." She hummed happily, noting that the booking had two names. That wasn't all that unusual, some stallions wanted their partner present during such a life changing procedure.
She assembled the tools she would need. The clamp obviously, and a scalpel, generous helpings of painkiller potion. She was relieved he had gone with that option, she really hated the screaming that inevitably followed otherwise. "Let's see what else do we need?" She mumbled to herself. Thread and needle, sterilization potion, healing salve… that seemed to be it, and a bowl.
With her preparations done she trotted over to the door that separated her OR from the waiting room and greeted the couple.
"Lucky Clover?" She asked as she trotted up to the only two ponies in the waiting room. The stallion, a gray earth pony, looked up at the sound of his name.
"And you must be his marefriend?" Redheart said to the pony sitting next to him, a brown maned pegasus with a cutie mark of a burning tire.
They both smiled and confirmed who they were so Redheart went on and introduced herself.
"I am doctor Redheart, and I will be performing your procedure."
"A pleasure to meet you, I am Wild Fire." The mare shook her hoof. The stallion meanwhile just shifted nervously and mumbled a "Hello." As he moved Redheart noted that his cutie mark matched his name perfectly.
"Oh don't be nervous, I've done this a hundred times." Redheart assured him as she led them toward her operating room.
"Well, you can hardly blame him." The mare chuckled. "Given the nature of the procedure."
"Oh indeed." Redheart agreed. "Getting gelded is a rather life altering experience after all.
The stallion blushed deeply and hurried into the OR. The mares exchanged grins with each other and then followed him.
"So." Redheart said to the couple as soon as the door closed behind them. "You are both aware of the consequences of the procedure?"
They both nodded so she continued, retrieving a clipboard and ticking off points on it. "And you want to go through with it anyway?"
Another nod, Redheart noted it down.
"You've had all the foals you wanted then?" She asked, looking up from her clipboard.
The stallion shifted but his mare answered promptly. "We don't want any." She gave her stallion a smirk. "Which is an extra reason to get him gelded."
"I understand, it is the most secure form of birth control after all." Redheart agreed, noting this down to.
"And you wanted what method?" She asked the couple.
"Clamps." The mare was quick to reply. Not surprising, it was the traditional method and the quickest. However surgery had become more and more popular in recent years, especially since many geldings wanted additional work done.
A noise from the stallion reminded them both that he was part of the discussion.
"Uhm, I've heard it hurts terribly." He mumbled when he realized he had both mares's attention.
Wild Fire looked concerned but Redheart was quick to reassure him. "Oh no, we have very good painkillers on hoof. You won't feel a thing unless you want to."
He seemed quite relieved to hear that, which was hardly surprising, but then he frowned. "Wait, you mean some stallions want to feel it?" He sounded incredulous.
"Oh yes." Redheart confirmed. "Some want the, well, traditional experience. No painkillers at all."
The stallion shuddered, and Redheart could hardly blame him. She didn't particularly like to put patients through that kind of pain, but it was their choice to make, not hers.
"The strongest one then I presume?" She asked, pen hovering over the form.
The stallion nodded gratefully so she asked if he preferred to be put under, he did not.
With that concluded she retrieved a bottle of one of her stronger potions, though it was one she had started to use for the majority of her operations.
"Well, that is settled then. If you care to drink this and sign here, we can get started." She handed him both the vial of potion and the consent form for his own castration.
He took a deep breath before signing and then chugged down the potion.
"I don't feel any different." He said as he handed the signed form back to the doctor.
"That's the point dear." She said as she scanned through the document. "It will cushion your system against trauma, it also completely removes your sense of pain and hinders bleeding." She explained, and demonstrated by giving him a pinch on the thigh. No reaction.
"Neat." He commented, now seeming to relax as he knew the procedure would be painless.
"Now this is your very last chance to back out." Redheart warned, but he told her to go on. His marefriend was trying to catch his attention, so he turned to talk to her, inevitably presenting his backside to the doctor.
Redheart found this excellent, with the potion in his system she wouldn't even need to have him lie down. She washed her hooves and saw to her instruments as the couple chatted away. It was clear that the mare was trying to distract him from the procedure so Redheart got to work under his tail.
Raising the appendage she found her dangling prize, two jewels of modest size encased in their silky grey pouch. Well not for long, Redheart thought as she picked up her tool.
The tool, or Clamps as it was usually called gleamed in the light. It was a wicked pair of calipers, as long as Redheart's leg and made of shiny but cold hard steel.
She felt the soft pouch with her hoof, eliciting no response from the stallion. His orbs were of quite average size, but to Redheart they were beautiful.
The organ looked so vulnerable between the unforgiving jaws of the tool that was about to take it away. The stallion didn't react as Redheart located the cord, he just kept chatting with his marefriend, blissfully unaware of what the doctor was doing.
"CRUNCH!"
The grisly sound was not in fact all that loud, yet it made all three ponies in the room pause. The sound of a stallionhood dying will do that.
Wild Fire was the first to recover. "So as I was saying..." She tried to bring her mate back into the conversation to distract him from what he had just lost.
He on the other hoof seemed to be about to panic. He tried to turn his head to look at the damage, but his mare stopped him. She grabbed his muzzle and made him look at her. "Only one more." She promised. "Then you'll be my gelding forever."
He hesitated for a few moments, torn between his wills, but relented and lifted his tail for the Doctor to finish the job.
Redheart naturally took exactly 30 seconds before she moved. The clamp had to be held down for that long and she was going to savour every second of it.
The doctor was pleased to see that the stallion lifted his tail back up just as she reached 0. That meant she could get a better view as she detached the tool, and hopefully the testicle. It also meant that he consented to the rest of the procedure, which was the most important thing of course.
She noted with satisfaction that the ball now floated free in its sack and that the stallion seemed to have felt no pain at all. He kept on talking to his mare, even if his body had gone stiff.
With his tacit permission Redheart placed the tool over his final testicle. She took a moment to admire the organ, larger than its twin, and more importantly, the last vestige of his stallionhood.
Not anymore. She thought to herself as she slammed the handles together.
"CRUNCH!"
This was the last one, and they all realized it. The Stallion began to squirm, trying to pull away from the emasculating tool, his instinct not realizing it was already too late.
His mare grabbed his muzzle harder. "Look at me." She urged, doing her best to calm him down.
Redheart counted down from 30, moving the tool to keep up with the stallion's squirming. Well hardly a stallion anymore.
She reached 0 and detached the tool, giving the new gelding a reassuring pat on its flank.
"No." The gelding replied, its voice sounding rather relieved. "Is it over?" It asked.
"Well." Redheart hated to disappoint. "Depends, do you want to walk away now with dead balls dangling between your legs, or should I take them out?"
This caused a bit of discussion between the couple.
"Take them out." The mare said, but the gelding was reluctant. "Can't we leave them in?" It said, turning to look at the doctor.
"Well." Redheart said. "You could, but why would you?"
Lucky blushed. "I don't want everypony to see I'm a gelding, okay."
The comment caused its marefriend to giggle and give it a pat on the head. "Stallions." She muttered good humoredly.
"Ah." Redheart said, giving it a shake of her head. "I'm afraid that they will atrophy. You will look normal for a couple of days, and then they will continue to shrink until you have nothing left but an empty piece of skin between your legs. Ponies will be in no doubt of your status then."
"I see." The gelding said, lowering its head in defeat.
"It'll be okay." The mare reassured it. "There's nothing wrong with being a gelding, love. Some of the most successful ponies in Equestria are geldings." She coed, doing her best to bring its spirits back up.
"I guess." It muttered, not even the encouraging pats of it's marefriend seemed to do much to cheer it up.
Cheer him up, Redheart corrected herself. If Lucky wanted to present as male, then she should respect that.
"There are options for that too." The doctor spoke up, bringing the stallion out of his moping to focus on her.
"Ey?" He said, looking confused but hopeful.
Redheart clopped over to one of her medical cabinets and retrieved something, which she then held up to the stallion, giving him a reassuring smile. "If I put these in, nopony will be able to tell the difference."
"Really?" The stallion eyed the two plastic orbs with cautious optimism. They looked rather like ping-pong balls.
"Yes." The doctor reassured him. "Only way to tell would be to give them a good feel." She winked. "I doubt anypony but your marefriend would do that, and she already knows."
"So true." Wild Fire cut in, giving the artificial balls a cursory glance. "I don't care if anypony else knows." She said, giving him a loving nuzzle and a peck on the cheek. "As long as you are my little gelding in private."
The stallion nodded, happy by the compromise. "That seems acceptable." He agreed, returning the nuzzle. "We'll go with that option." He informed the doctor.
Redheart was only too happy to agree. "Splendid." She said, placing the balls down and made a swiveling gesture with her hoof. "If you'll just turn around we'll have this done in a couple of minutes.
The stallion complied, turning to face his marefriend, his tail flagged, signaling his consent and allowing the doctor easy access to his dead meat.
Wasting no time, Redheart produced two stainless steel bowls, one for the fake pair, which she dumped the plastic balls in and covered with a sterilizing potion. It wouldn't do to risk him getting an infection.
The other bowl was for his real pair, and she placed it on the floor, between his hind hooves.
A slash of her scalpel was all it took for the balls to drop.
"Plop!" The first said, as gravity dragged it from its home and dumped it into the cold steel bowl. The stallion shivered at the noise, even moreso when a second meady thud announced that it had been followed by its brother.
Redheart contemplated what to do with the bowl. It was tradition to place it in front of the freshly made gelding so that it could see what had been done to it. It helped cement their new status.
However, this time the gelding still wanted to present as his former gender. So discreet disposal of the organs seemed in order. She looked at the marefriend for guidance, holding up the bowl with his severed stallionhood.
Wild Fire was quick to grab the bowl from Redheart, settling the issue by practically shoving the bowl in her stallionfriend's face. "Look bitch." She sang. "Look what I took from you." She held the bowl with what used to be his stallionhood up to his muzzle. "Now we know who will win every argument from now on."
Redheart couldn't see his expression from this angle but the marefriend was clearly enjoying the look on it. She giggled and cooed as she showed him his foalmakers.
Redheart smiled at the happy couple and got back to work. It was easy work to insert the fake testicles and sew his pouch back up. Since he clearly didn't want anypony to be able to tell that his equipment was fake, Redheart used very neat stitching and a powerful healing salve. Her procedure would leave no visible mark, not an empty pouch, not even a scar. She also healed the bruises on his pouch from the clamping. They would have gone away by themselves in a couple of days, but she didn't think he wanted them to show. Unlike most geldings who seemed to wear their scars as a badge of honour and take pride in their new gender, this guy seemed determined to pretend it hadn't happened. Which made Redheart wonder why he had agreed to it in the first place. It wasn't her job to make decisions for her patients though, she just carried them out.
"Oh, you look perfect!" Wild Fire squealed, having taken a break from literally rubbing his new status in his face and inspected the incision area. "Nopony will be able to tell that you are anything but a big strong stallion." She hefted the apparently intact stallionhood, testing the new contents. Lucky didn't react, not even when she gave two orbs a hard punch. The painkillers were still working. "You look like an absolute stud." She complimented him, giving his bag one last punch and sliding over to embrace him.
"But we both know the truth, don't we." She whispered in his ear, loud enough for Redheart to overhear.
The stallion just nodded.
"And what are you?" She purred, giving his ear a hard nibble.
"Ow! I'm yours!" He yelled, pulling his head away from the mare.
"My what?" She prompted, letting him go.
It was precious to see, he lowered his head and looked down at the floor, only for his eyes to meet the bowl with the two meaty orbs that had just been taken from him.
He took a deep breath and let out a sigh, accepting his new status, in private at least, if not publicly. "I am your gelding, miss." He mumbled, eyes still fixed on his severed stallionhood.
A huge smirk spread across the mare's face. "Yes you are." She waited until he looked up at her and asked. "Do you regret it?"
Lucky took his time before replying, but in the end he smiled back. "No, I don't."
Wild Fire looked awfully relieved, but quickly put her smirk back on. "Then thank me."
"Thank you miss." Lucky mumbled. "Thank you for making me yours."
"Excellent!" The mare exclaimed, her mask slipping once more to show just how happy she was. "Then kiss my hoof!" Her voice turned stern and she took half a step forward, her left hoof a clear invitation. "Kiss it and accept your position."
To Redheart's amazement he did. He walked over to his marefriend, kneeled and kissed her hoof. She was just about to step in and demand that they take their sex life somewhere else when Wild Fire gave a squeal of happiness, pulled her stallion back to his hooves and into a massive ribcrunching hug.
"I love you so much!" She exclaimed.
"I love you too." He replied, and even if his smile wasn't as wide, it sure was genuine. He pulled his mare in and kissed her.
Well then. Redheart shrugged. As long as they are happy. She waited patiently until the pair pulled apart.
"Go out and wait while I have a few words with the doctor will you." The marefriend ordered and he meekly complied, leaving the room and his stallionhood behind.
"Well Doctor." Wild Fire said after the door had closed behind him. "You did most excellent work, thank you." She complimented, shaking Redheart by the hoof and handing over the agreed upon sum of bits. "I will most assuredly recommend your clinic to my friends."
"Oh thank you." Redheart gave an embarrassed smile and brushed the compliment off. "Just doing my job." It did feel good to get recognition for her hard work though. "Just happy to help, really."
"But of course." The pegasus mare replied, picking something up from the floor. "Speaking of which… any chance I can take these with me? " She held up the bowl with her stallion's former pride. I'd love to be able to show them to him if he ever forgets who has the balls in this relationship."
Redheart had heard this request before and was prepared. "Certainly, I sell glass jars with preservatives just for that very reason. Only ten bits."
She fetched one and held it up for the mare. "Would look well on your mantelpiece, don't you think." She teased, handing the jar over, it had a lid and was filled with clear liquid.
"Oh definitely." The mare agreed, inspecting the jar. "Though I fear my stallion would not like that one bit. Too public." She explained. "I think his nightstand would be better. A constant reminder to him when he goes to bed, yet the neighbors will be none the wiser."
She handed the jar back and went to count up another ten bits while Redheart washed the family jewels off and put them carefully in the jar.
"Once again, thank you." The mare said as she admired the jar, and then put it in her saddlebag. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a gelding to attend to."
After another exchange of pleasantries Wild Fire left, leaving Redheart to clean up for the next patient. Not that there was much to clean up, this had been a swift and clean operation after all.
Doctor Redheart truly loved her new job.
Redheart's next patient was a stallion named Copper Jacket. Sounded like a guardspony if she was to have a guess.
She wasn't wrong. When she opened the door to her waiting room she found it occupied by only one pony, perhaps he had scared the others away.
Looking at him it wasn't hard to draw that conclusion. The stallion practically radiated an aura of 'don't mess with me'.
He was on the older side, gray streaks in his mane and tail. It was easy to see where he had gotten his name though, his coat was a deep copper brown. If his aggressive posture and musculature didn't tell you that this pony had seen action, his coat definitely did. Red streaks on his hooves marked scars and there was even one along his face, it looked like he had been an inch from losing an eye at some point. It only added to his ferocious visage.
Redheart however refused to be intimidated. She had met many guardsponies and they where despite appearances almost universally nice. Besides, she was here to cut off his balls.
"Mr. Copper Jacket?" She asked, stopping in front of the grizzled veteran.
As she had expected he replied with what passed for a smile in the guard and answered politely.
"That's right." He looked her over and extended a hoof. "You must be Doctor Redheart?"
"Indeed." She confirmed, taking his hoof and giving it a firm shake. "Now, what can I do for you today?"
It was subtle, but she noticed his eyes dart around the room before he replied.
"I'm here for my gelding ma'm." He held his head high and spoke with determination, Redheart however could detect a trace of nervousness. He hid it well though.
It's Doctor Redheart , she thought. However she let it slide. Ma'am was respectful enough, especially from a military pony.
"Certainly." She nodded. "If you care to step into my office."
The scarred stallion followed her into what seemed to be a combined office and operating room. One corner held a couple of filing cabinets and a desk covered in paperwork. The other half of the room was dominated by the object that drew Copper's eyes. It was a classic surgery bed with a padded surface for a pony to lie down on. One end featured an adjustable headrest while the other held stirrups for keeping their legs spread. He tried not to notice the various buckles and straps that decorated the fearsome bed. He was nervous enough without having to imagine how many stallions had lost their marbles on that thing.
And of course the doctor gestured for him to take a seat on it. Well, Copper Jacket had faced dragons, gryphons and various monsters, he'd be damned if he was going to be scared of a piece of furniture. Taking a deep breath he settled himself down on the damnable thing, and found it surprisingly comfortable.
Redheart meanwhile had pulled up a chair for herself and settled down facing him, a clipboard and pen in her hooves.
"So, you want to become a gelding?" She asked him, a cheerful smile on her lips. Pen hovering over the form.
"Well, It's not that I particularly want it, I'm quite happy being a stallion." The patient replied.
Redheart looked up from the clipboard, concern clear on her face. "Then why do it?"
"Well, it's a long story." He sighed.
That rang several alarm bells for the Doctor and she leaned forward, meeting his eyes. "I'd like to hear it please. Is your wife pressuring you into this?"
"Nah, nothing like that." The stallion was quick to assure her. That was a relief, Redheart had seen far too many cases of abusive partners during her medical career. There were mares out there who would pressure their mates into getting gelded just so they had an excuse to take on younger lovers. Jerks, that was what divorces were for.
Still she had to make sure it was his own choice, so she just stared at him expectantly until he broke down and spilled the whole story. She had done this hundreds of times and could be quite persuasive.
"Well, I'm getting too old for the Royal Guard." He began. "So I decided to quit while I still have all my limbs intact."
Redheart nodded for him to continue, she had guessed as much. One look at him and you could tell he had seen more action than anypony ought to, and he was getting up there in the years.
"So I looked for other jobs, ain't too much for an old stallion who's only real skill is to stand around and look intimidating. Never did finish school before I joined either, and that was thirty years ago anyway." He looked up. "But then a friend of mine got me an interview as a bodyguard. Figured I could do that just fine, I've been guarding my whole life."
"That's great." Redheart interjected, he had been looking a bit gloomy as he told his story, but now the pride was back in his voice. "But what does that have to do with your gelding?" She asked, though she already suspected the answer.
"Well, see this rich noblemare was looking for somepony to watch over her daughter, and no, I can't tell you which one."
Redheart nodded, not pressing that point. As a doctor she was well acquainted with client confidentiality. The stallion meanwhile summed it up.
"Anyways, I got the job."
Redheart smiled, glad that he had found a place. But there was still the main question. She waved him on.
"I'm getting to that." The stallion muttered. "So, this client is a real looker. The kid I mean, not her mother, although she isn't bad either." He shook his head, getting back to the point. "And she's just at that age where you know, stuff happens."
"Puberty?" Redheart clarified, one eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, and her old mare is a bit on the paranoid side, especially since her daughter travels a lot by herself. So long story short, boss mare offered to double my salary if I got myself gelded." He finished.
Redheart resisted the urge to sigh, it was a fairly common practice among the needlessly rich. Geldings had a reputation for being loyal, obedient, level headed and without sexual urges, and they were therefore highly sought after in some fields. Enough that they could demand a higher wage than other genders. She couldn't really argue with it, but she felt society had gone fairly wrong if ponies felt they needed to mutilate their bodies to make ends meet.
Copper must have seen her look because he held up a placating hoof. "Oh don't worry, I have enough money to get by, I'm doing this out of greed more than anything else. With that bonus I can take an early retirement in just a few years."
Well that settled Redheart's ethical concerns. Though she wasn't thrilled about it, it was the profession she had chosen, and the customer would get what he wanted.
"Just to be clear, there is no medical reason for you to get castrated, so as a doctor I cannot recommend the procedure. The choice is of course entirely up to you."
"Acknowledged, and I'm choosing yes." He replied, sounding slightly annoyed by the legal forms. It was his body after all.
'And your wife won't mind?" Redheart tried.
"Pah, shouldn't think so. She left me six years ago." The stallion snorted. "Kids are grown up too, and I really don't plan to have any more." He added.
Well, then there was nothing left but to discuss the procedure, the patient was determined.
"How do you want it done?" She asked, pen poised to jot down his replies on the form.
"Doesn't really matter." He replied. Though after thinking for a bit, and looking down at the straps on the bed that gave him the creeps, he muttered out. "Traditional is fine."
"Good choice." The doctor noted that down. "And what painkiller do you want?"
That made him think. "None." He concluded, and Redheart raised a very questioning eyebrow.
"Really?"
Copper just shrugged "Well I'm a real tough stallion, so no need to pay extra."
Ah. Redheart rearranged her face in a professional smile. "Dear Mr Copper, a gelding costs the same regardless. I'm not allowed to charge extra for painkillers."
He just muttered sheepishly. "Of course. Still, I think I'll go with that option. It seems appropriate."
Redheart frowned at that. "It might be how it traditionally was done, Mr. Copper, but procedures evolve."
He held up a hoof to stop any further protests.
"Let's dispense with the Mister shall we, I won't be one in a few minutes anyway, and yes, I'm sure."
As if that wasn't enough he pointed to the scar on his face. "I got this from a tail swipe of a manticore." He then shifted to show off a rather small scar just beneath his ribs. "Here I was stabbed while working undercover in Detrot, and these." He held up his scarred hooves. "Are the scars of a dozen battles with gryphons, changelings and Celestia knows what else to keep Equestria safe. Trust me, I can handle a little pain."
Well again, that was that. Redheart couldn't argue with such determination, and she had to admit she was impressed with his courage.
"Suit yourself then Mx. Copper. Sign here and we'll begin."
She handed him the form and he jotted down his name and new title. "Let's. I'm not getting any younger here."
"Fine." She checked his signature and got down to business.
"Get off the bed." She told him, and while he complied she gathered up her gear. It had been a while since she performed a traditional gelding. Most ponies didn't go for them because, well, they hurt, a lot.
"Bite down on this."
She handed him a piece of wood. He took it with a rather sceptical expression. "Is this really necessary?"
"Well." Redheart picked up her emasculator and showed it to him. It looked like a pair of bolt cutters but with the sharp blades exchanged for blunt ones, like on a carpenter's tongs. It gleamed in the light.
"In a minute I will be clamping this over your testicles, so you tell me if it's necessary."
He wisely didn't argue and put the stick in his mouth. Shame, Redheart had hoped he would have changed his mind about the painkillers. Oh well.
"Good, and now bend over this." She said, raising the bed to a comfortable height for Copper to rest his torso on. He complied once more, presenting his rear to the doctor.
Redheart got her first look at the stallionhood she would be working on. About average size, nothing special and the operation would go smoothly. There was just one detail left. Her access to the foalmakers were obscured by a curtain of gray streaked hair.
"Would you like me to trim your tail for you?" Redheart said, flexing a pair of scissors.
The stallion shook his head.
"Then raise your tail for me."
With what was surely a great effort of will, he did so, offering her full access to his goods.
Redheart thanked him. She knew it was a hard thing to do, giving another pony access to your most intimate bits was a big sign of trust. But it was also a sign of consent, and consent was vital when performing a procedure like this.
She raised her tool, the steel device was almost as long as her leg, and placed it over Copper's pouch. With her free hoof she located the cord to his left testicle and placed the device over it. The stallion shifted in discomfort, tensing his muscles for what was about to come.
"You biting down at that stick?" She asked cheerfully. To which he responded with a muffled grunt.
"And you haven't changed your mind?" It wasn't unusual for stallions to chicken out at the last minute, when steel met flesh, and Redheart had all the sympathy for those who did.
Copper however seemed to be made of sterner stuff, he shook his head, giving the final consent to end his stallionhood.
Redheart was only too happy to oblige and slammed the handles together, forcing the blunt unforgiving jaws of the tool down on the fragile cord that supplied Copper's ball with life.
Crunch!
Redheart savored the noise of a job well done and held the tool steady as the stallion thrashed. It was only natural for him to try to pull away from the source of the pain, but it was futile. Her grip was steady and that ball was already lost, it just hadn't died yet. She still held the handles down for the regulation 30 seconds to make certain while the stallion moaned and thrashed.
Credit where it was due, he didn't pass out and when Redheart reached zero on her countdown he was merely whimpering.
"You're doing very good." She complimented him as she released the tool, eliciting another yelp from the stallion as the pressure was released from his sensitive flesh. She noticed with satisfaction that the organ had detached correctly and raised the tool again. She didn't want to prolong his pain more than necessary.
"I'm doing the second one now." She said, locating the cord to his only living foalmaker. Redheart felt a pang of excitement as she pinched down on the delicate lifeline. All she had to do was squeeze, and she would end Coppers stallionhood forever. The power rush was not insignificant.
The stallion only whimpered in response, and since he did nothing to indicate that she should stop, Redheart slammed the handles together once more.
Crrrunch!
Once more the room was filled by the crunch of cartilage and the muffled cry of one stallion in pain. Well, he wasn't really a stallion anymore.
He did handle it much better this time, Redheart noted and she held the clamps together. He was barely trashing and after his initial scream he barely made any noise. She figured it was because he, sorry it knew what was coming this time around and was prepared for it.
After the thirty second countdown she released the tool and complimented her patient for its calm behavior. It made some distressed noises when she felt his balls to make sure they had both detached. Redheart was pleassed to confirm, after a bit of probing, that it was now indeed a gelding.
"Almost done." She reassured it as she put the tool down. What she picked up instead was a much smaller object, and sharper. "Only one more thing."
The scalpel glistened in the light as she placed a bowl between Coppers quivering legs.
A quick slice was all it took. His sack split open and two pale orbs dropped out. There was some bleeding, since he had insisted on a traditional gelding, but not much.
It shuddered at the wet noise of its former pride hitting the bottom of the bowl. It was done, Copper Jacket had been gelded, it was no longer a stallion.
A feeling that was much reinforced as a smiling Redheart placed a bowl full of evidence to the fact beneath his muzzle.
He tried not to look at the organs in front of him, but they drew his gaze nonetheless.
For all his life they had been inside him, filling him with hormones and stuff. They had sired both his foals, and he'd had a lot of fun with them when he was younger.
He took a deep breath as it sunk in. There they lay, outside of his body and control, cut off and put on display. The display was humbling to say the least. He wasn't a he anymore, he was a gelding, an it.
The gelding was soon distracted by a sharp stinging pain between its legs. Redheart had started to sew its empty pouch back together. It gritted down and bore it, compared to the clamping itself, compared to a lot of things it had been through in The Guard, it was just a little more pain, nothing to make a fuss about. Soon it wouldn't be in pain anymore and could look forward to a comfortable retirement while it still had its health.
"All done!" Redheart called from behind and gave Copper a gentle pat on his cutie mark.
"Glad to hear it." Copper said, spitting out the stick. It landed in the bowl, on top his former testicles with meaty sound. He turned around to face the doctor and muttered with a hoof pointing at the emasculator. "That thing hurt like a motherfucker."
The nurse just shrugged."I did warn you… and hay, language!" She called out, giving the gelding a disproving slap on its knee.
"Sorry." Copper apologized. "But I am glad it's over. Think I'll recommend any friend that they should go for the painkiller."
The doctor tactfully refrained from saying 'I told you so' and instead went to wrap the visit up.
"Well, all that remains is to pay up, and then you can go and protect that noblemare's daughter without any naughty feelings."
Copper gave a sly smile. "Yeah about that…"
And this was the reason why gelding ponies to keep them from having sex was stupid. Redheart rolled her eyes, having seen this one coming.
"Nah, not the daughter." Copper, having misinterpreted her look of disapproval, hurried to assure her. "She's far too young for me, but I might run into a fiesty mare my own age, heck her mother is kinda good looking, might earn me another bonus." It chuckled. "So, you stock those kinds of potions?"
"Yes." The doctor sighed and sold her patient six potions of Blue Steel that would ensure it could perform on demand, regardless of anatomy. It was the same stuff she sold to stallions who had difficulties in the bedroom, but significantly more concentrated.
Copper paid the rather hefty sum without complaining, after all it was getting a rather lucrative contract out of the deal.
As the gelding turned to leave it threw one last look at the two orbs that had been part of its stallionhood and sighed.
"Would you like to take them with you?" Redheart asked out of sympathy, and because there was another 10 bits in it for her if she could sell it a preservative jar.
The ex-stallion tore his gaze from its lost organs and looked back at her."Huh, why?" It grunted.
"Well, to show to your boss as proof maybe?" She suggested, and then shrugged. "Some geldings just like to keep them for sentimental reasons."
The gelding snorted. "Do I seem like the sentimental type? No keep them. Boss mare promised to examine me personally, and I'd rather not be reminded of th fact all the time by keeping them as decorations either."
Fair enough. "I guess this is goodbye then." Redheart said and picked up the bowl with the excised organs. She noticed that the gelding gave them one last mournful look.
"I guess it is." It replied. "Hey, what do you do with them by the way?" It pointed a hoof at the bowl in Redheart's hoof.
Ah, this was not a question the doctor liked to answer. It felt so mean to tell the ex-stallions that the things that used to be their highly valued objects, the family jewels as they were called, a stallion's pride and joy, ended up in a trashcan.
"We uhm… throw them away." She admitted sheepishly, not meeting its eyes.
The gelding seemed to get it. It followed her gaze to the office rubbish bin and made a grimace.
"Yikes, feels a bit… disrespectful." It commented drily.
Redheart threw up her hooves. "I know, but what else would we do with them?"
The gelding opened its mouth to argue, but didn't seem to come up with anything and closed it again.
"Yeah, just wait until I've left, okay." It muttered and turned to for the door.
"Certainly." Redheart agreed. Wow that had gotten awkward. "Feel free to recommend me to your friends." She added.
"Yeah, I might." The gelding said, and shut the door behind it.
Well that was it, a bit awkward but successful. Redheart counted up the bits she had earned, placed them in her safe and began to clean up. She wiped down the bed, put her instruments in the sink for washing, and then she picked up the bowl.
She looked down at the bloody organs as she trotted over to the trash bin.
"I guess it is kind of demeaning to just throw them away." She mused, then shrugged and emptied the bowl into the small trash bin.
Then why does it feel so satisfying? Redheart thought to herself as she trotted over to the sink and began to wash the bowl and her other tools of trade in preparation for her next patient.
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.
Redheart opened the door and found a rather effeminate looking stallion in the waiting room.
“You must be Bon Bon?” she greeted him.
It took him a second to answer, but he looked up and shook his black and pink mane out of his face.
“Yeah that's me. Doctor Redheart, I presume?”
“You presume correctly,” she replied. “Please step into my office, Mr. Bon.”
“Just Bon Bon,” he huffed as he rose from the bench. “I'm barely a Mister as is, and we both know why I'm here.”
Yes we do, Redheart silently agreed, and showed him into her combined office and operating room. She was used to patients being short with her, many of them were understandably nervous.
She motioned for him to take a seat on the operating table and sat down herself.
“So Bon Bon,” she said as she picked up her clipboard and prepared the standard form. “Why do you want to become a gelding?”
“Well I practically am one already,” he admitted.
Redheart nodded, she hadn't commented of course, but she could see from his soft features to his body language that he wasn't much of a stallion. Well he would hardly be the first patient to take that route, nor the last. Still, while she didn't exactly disagree with him, she had to make sure that this was what he really wanted.
“I see,” she said. “Can you elaborate?”
“What's there to say?” He asked, looking up. “I only have one nut and it's barely working.”
A blush crept over his off white cheeks as he self consciously spread his legs to show Redheart what he was working with.
The doctor on her part couldn't help but lean in and get a good look.
As promised, the pouch dangling beneath his sheathed stallionhood looked like it only held one family jewel, and a rather small one at that. Her expert eyes noticed the faint surgical scars that indicated the current state of his stallionhood was anything but natural.
“May I touch it?” she asked, her curiosity perked.
“Sure,” Bon Bon shrugged and scooted forward on the bed to better present his diminished package for the doctor. “It's probably coming off today anyway, so I might as well enjoy one last touch by a mare.”
“You're not supposed to enjoy it,” Redheart chided, “this is just a medical examination.”
“Hay, I'll take what I can get.”
Stallions , Redheart rolled her eyes as she began to fondle the small sack and the berry within. Sure enough, she felt scars along the delicate skin.
“What happened to you?” She asked, though she already had a pretty good guess as she continued her examination of the lone jewel.
“Can't really give any details since it happened on the job,” he began, sucking in his breath as the doctor probed his remaining token of stallionhood. “But to keep it short, I got into a fight with a mare and she kicked me, hard. Then when I collapsed she… stomped on them.”
Redheart winced at the mental image, and she held the result in her hooves. Even if she was quite numb to damaged foalmakers in her line of work, it was still a pain she never wished upon any stallion, much less one who hadn't asked for it.
“That's horrible,” she exclaimed, giving the surviving gonad a comforting pat. “Why would she do something like that?”
“Well in her defense I was trying to arrest her,” Bon Bon said, trying to downplay the horror of his injury. “To her credit it worked too. I was in no shape to chase after her with two ruptured testicles.”
“Two?” Redheart asked, though she had already felt the telltale damage and surgical stitches on his misshapen nut.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Doctors were able to save this one but the other was beyond repair. The bitch made sure it was absolutely pulped before she ran away. I think she would have done both but my backup arrived just in time.”
They both shivered at that. Him from the painful memory, and her in sympathy.
“That's just awful,” she said, cradling his damaged stallionhood in her hooves as she looked up at him. It felt so delicate, like one hard squeeze could finish it off completely.
“Mmhm,” he grunted in agreement. “It absolutely sucked.”
They were both silent for a while as she kept gently fondling his repaired foalmaker.
“So?” she eventually asked, remembering that she was on the clock. “Why are you here? I'm sorry for what happened to you, but I don't think I can fix what's left any better than the doctors who patched it up in the first place. Though I guess I could give you a fake one so you look intact again.”
“No,” he responded. “I'm not here to get a useless prosthetic, I'm here to finish the job that bitch started.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Why?”
“Because it doesn't work,” he said, resigning himself to his fate. “Ever since she broke it I have had trouble getting hard, I've felt myself, my body, my preferences change.” He tossed his long mane and turned his head to accentuate the feminine curve of his jaw “I mean, I know the doctor's said they fixed it but come on. I've got a beautiful mare fondling my junk and I can't even get hard.”
Redheart felt her cheeks redden at the combined compliment and reminder that she wasn’t being completely professional in her examination, but had to agree he was right. She had been somewhat fondling his lone jewel, letting her hooves linger and explore a bit more than was strictly necessary, and even so he remained soft. All she could see of the rest of his stallionhood was a hint of pink as it barely managed to poke out of its sheath.
“I'm sorry,” she said, giving his hidden tool a gentle stroke out of sympathy.
“Me too,” he replied, “but it is what it is. I've accepted that I'm never going to sire a foal.”
“Oh that might still happen,” Redheart hurried to cheer him up, giving his stallionhood another gentle pat. “Did you leave a sample before you came in here?”
“Tried to,” he replied dejectedly, though he did start to lean into her touch. “Took me over an hour and when I finally managed your receptionist threw it away, said it wasn't enough.”
“I'm sorry to hear that,” Redheart said, giving his soft tool a few more tugs before she gave up.
"Eh, who cares,” her patient grunted in frustration. “Maybe I'll adopt. Point is, I'm never going to get my other nut back, I'm probably never going to have sex either, and I can't imagine I'll find a mare who wants to be with a stallion as broken as me.
Redheart opened her mouth to disagree, but he continued.
“So I think I'd be a lot happier if I just gave in and got fully gelded than if I tried to cling on to a life as a pathetic excuse of a stallion.”
“If you're sure,” Redheart said. She very much agreed with his reasoning, and would have suggested it herself if he had asked for her opinion, but this was his conclusion to come to, his decision to make. Had he chosen to remain a stallion she would have supported that too. “Then I'd be happy to help you cross over to that happier life.”
“Thanks,” he said, then blushed. “Never thought I'd thank the mare who gelded me.”
“Life takes us to strange places.” Redheart agreed as she picked up the clipboard she had set aside for the examination.
“Tell me about it,” Bon Bon agreed and looked around the operating room. “Never thought I'd end up living in a small town like this either.”
“Oh, you're staying in Ponyville?” Redheart asked as she looked up from the gelding form, smiling. Most of her patients came from Canterlot and returned as soon as she was done stitching up their scrotum.
“I've been staying here,” he corrected. “For a couple weeks actually.”
That brought her to a pause. She hadn't recognized him.
“Don't apologize,” he said. “I've mostly just kept to myself. I got a nice severance package from my old job and haven't really done much since.”
“They fired you because you got hurt?” Redheart could hear the outrage in her own voice. Those bastards!
“No,” he hurried to reply. “This,” he pointed down at his broken crotch, “this happened last year. I'd been healed up and back on the job for months when something else happened, something that had nothing to do with me or my… bodily changes. They shut down the entire department and I ended up here.”
He must have seen the confusion on her face because he continued.
“And that's all I'm going to say. I know you have doctor's confidentiality, but this is national secrets, so I'm not going to put you in danger by telling you any details.”
“Oh, okay,” Redheart found herself nodding. That explained it, while offering no explanation whatsoever. As a doctor though, she could respect another pony's privacy, even if her curiosity ate at her. “I'm sorry I asked.”
“Don't be,” he shot back. “I know I come across as weird, so I don't blame you for asking, as long as you respect that I'm not going to answer.”
Redheart nodded, and for a change of topic looked down at the form in her hooves, she might as well get back to the procedure at hoof.
“So you want no prosthetics?” She asked.
“No,” he confirmed, and she crossed the appropriate square on the form. “In fact, can you take it all away? I want to be all smooth down there.”
“If that's what you want,” she happily agreed. “Penis too?”
That brought a blush to his pale cheeks. “N-no, just the, you know, the sack.”
“Good choice,” Redheart giggled and wrote it down.
“Not that it'll be useful for anything,” he grumbled.
“You know geldings can still have sex, right?” Redheart saw fit to correct him.
He nodded, his blush deepening “Yeah I've heard so, seen it a few times too, but I've never been into butt stuff.”
“You won't have to.” Redheart rolled her eyes. “Even if you are not a stallion anymore, that little thing can still feel pleasure.”
“Little?” He bristled, but they both knew it was an accurate description. Whatever size it had been before his injury, it was very much on the smaller side now. “So?” he sighed dejectedly. “Even if I might find some mare who likes it small, it doesn't matter if I can't even get it up.”
Redheart resisted the urge to roll her eyes again and decided to explain in no uncertain terms. “I'm a mare, I will never get hard either, doesn't mean I can't have sex or feel a lot of pleasure if somepony goes down on me.”
She felt herself blush as he stared at her unprofessional outburst, but she pushed it down and continued. “You said it yourself, geldings aren't broken stallions, they are functional geldings. They can still enjoy a good lick even if their penetrating days are over. And there's a bunch of helpful potions if you want to change that as well.”
That seemed to silence the stallion, but failed to entirely cheer him up.
“I'd still have to find a mare who’d be into somepony like me” he whined.
“I'm sure there are many,” Redheart tried to assure him.
“Well, would you date me?” He shot back.
“No,” Redheart replied, not sure if he was serious, but as cute as he was, she preferred her stallions to be, well, actual stallions. A big drawback in her line of work. “I'm legally not allowed to date patients,” she added to soften the rejection.
“Figures,” he grumbled, but cheered up a bit. “But maybe there's some mare in town who's into geldings .”
“I'm sure there are,” Redheart repeated herself. She knew for a fact there was, and had even helped a few of them to geld their husbands, but those were all taken and definitely not what her patient was looking for.
“Anyway,” she said, bringing the topic back to the gelding form in her hooves once more. “Do you want the procedure to be done with anesthetics or without?”
“Definitely with!” He hurried to answer. “Getting halfstrated was the most painful experience of my life and I'm not keen to repeat it. Give me the strongest you have.”
“Understandable.” Redheart noted this down and stood up, offering the clipboard to her patient. “Then please sign here and we will begin the procedure.”
Bon Bon took his time reading through the form before he signed it with a flourish. “And done!” he said and stood up. “How do we do this?”
“Well you start by drinking this,” Redheart said and handed him a vial of painkiller potion. To her surprise he uncorked it with a practiced motion and swigged it down without even glancing at the label. She supposed he might've gotten the same potion to deal with the pain last time and recognised the bottle.
“Excellent,” she said, taking back the empty vial and placing it to the side. “Now you just bend over and rest your barrel on this table over here and I'll do the rest.”
She helped him get comfortable and adjusted the table to the right height and then gathered her tools. She already had most of them on a mobile tray that she wheeled over, and then there was the bowl. Her patient frowned as she walked past him and placed it between his legs.
“Is that really necessary? I didn't have the bowl last time a doctor cut one of my nuts off.”
“Well last time you expected to still be a stallion afterwards. The bowl is to help geldings process the change," she explained. "But we can absolutely skip it if you want to. Everything about this procedure is up to you and your choice.”
“Keep it,” he grumbled after mulling her words over. “May as well do this properly. It's gonna be a sad sight though, wish I still had both of them for this.”
“If you had both of them we wouldn't need to do this at all,” Redheart reminded him as she gently lifted his tail. She was pleased to note that he took the hint and kept it raised.
“Maybe,” he agreed, shifting self consciously with his rear hooves. “I always was a bit curious about how it'd feel to get gelded, and the changes haven't all been bad.”
She could tell the blush was spreading down his neck and decided to take mercy on him. It was well known to her that most stallions were at least somewhat intrigued by the idea of giving up their sexual organs, though for many it remained a curiosity at most.
Though, while she applauded the few brave souls fascinated enough to go through with it, she also understood that for some stallions, such a loss would have been devastating. She deeply hoped Bon Bon wouldn’t be one of them.
Making sure everything was in order she reached up and cupped the lone fruit in her hoof once more, this time feeling for where it connected to the rest of the stallion's body. With practiced ease she located the life giving cord and reached for her gelding tool.
As steel met skin something unexpected happened. It seemed that in its final moments, Bon Bon's stallionhood stirred.
“Oh seriously?” The patient grumbled as a small erection poked out of its sheath. “Now you're getting hard?!”
“It's okay, it happens to most stallions in your position,” Redheart giggled, glad that he got to enjoy feeling like a stallion one last time as she started to squeeze the handles together. Too little, too late, she thought, watching his surprise erection as her tool clamped down and severed the final shred of the stallionhood that fueled it.
Crunch!
The sound of a stallionhood ending always left Redheart a bit short of breath, and both ponies remained still and panting as she held the tool down and waited for the change to take.
Despite her jaded professionalism, she was sorely tempted to reach out and stroke his wilting erection as she held the tool closed. Instead she just watched, counting down the seconds in her head, as it shrank and returned to the sheath it had escaped from. As she reached 30, the Doctor allowed her hooves to relax and removed the tool from the now bruised sack. Putting it aside she reached up with her hooves and fondled once more the berry inside. Sure enough, the lone jewel rolled around freely at the bottom of the pouch, no longer connected by the life giving cord that had allowed the pony carrying it to still call themselves a stallion.
“Congratulations,” she said to the fresh gelding, giving it a reassuring pat on the rump. “You're almost finished.”
It answered with a soft whine, so she wasted no time in finishing the removal.
A quick incision from her scalpel and the little jewel drooped with a wet ‘tink ’ into the steel bowl below.
Being curious about the repair job she picked up the severed organ in her hoof and held it up for inspection. The stitches that intersected it was not a pretty sight and it had probably lost half its size, if not more to the rupture.
She wondered idly who had put in such effort into saving the barely functional nugget? She was sure he couldn't have worked for either the Navy nor the Royal Guard. They didn't like the fact that stallions were allowed to serve and took every opportunity to relieve them of their cherries. Even in the Army or The Watch she would not have been surprised for them to cut off both even if only one of them were damaged.
She supposed it didn't matter. The previous surgeon had clearly done their best, but it seemed their efforts had only delayed the inevitable. The damaged nugget had still ended up in a steel bowl.
She was just about to put it back and show him when she remembered the patient's earlier wish. The lone damaged orb would indeed be a sad sight and it deserved better.
Thinking fast she trotted over to the trashcan and replaced the sad remnant with two much healthier looking testicles from one of her earlier patients.
"Much better,” she said to herself as she stepped around the patient and presented it with the bowl.
As expected the gelding was not at all fooled by her switcheroo, but it gave her a look of gratitude before locking eyes with its, well somepony else's symbol of the change it had just gone through.
The mare left it to stare at the bejeweled bowl as its new status sank in and returned to the still reflexively raised tail to finish the procedure.
Bon Bon had asked to be completely smooth down there, so she went about to remove what was left of its pouch. A few more cuts from her scalpel and she was soon sealing the wound with fine stitches. A generous help of healing salve would ensure not even scars remained.
Putting her tools away she studied the pony before her. At first glance Bon Bon could easily pass for a mare with the changes its long term near-gelding had brought along, and the recent procedure held that illusion even if you managed to get a brief look beneath its tail. She wondered if that was why it had wanted the empty pouch removed? Not her business though, and if it was going to stay in Ponyville they would run into each again sooner or later, and then she could see for herself.
“Well I’m done here,” she declared, giving her patient another gentle pat on the leg. “How does it feel to be neutered?”
It gave a mumbled reply of “What?” As it finally raised its head from the bowl of sacrificed stallionhood and turned to look back at her.
“I said I'm done back here,” she explained. “How are you feeling? Everything alright?”
“Yeah,” it replied slowly, a sheepish grin spreading across its muzzle. “It's just… a lot to take in.”
“I can understand that,” she nodded in sympathy. Having one’s identity change like that had to be intense, even if it was by choice. The Doctor imagined she would feel something similarly world shaking if she ever found a stallion that'd stick around long enough to knock her up and have a foal of her own. This wasn’t about her though, she could muse on herself when she got off work. “But you have as much time as you need to come to terms with it,” she continued cheerfully and extended her hoof to Bon Bon. “And welcome to Ponyville.”
Bon Bon turned around and shook her hoof. “Thanks, I think I'm going to like it here. It's a fresh start for me.”
“It sure is,” she agreed with the fresh gelding, and because she was curious, asked, “By the way, what is it that you do for a living, Bon Bon? I know you said it was secret but could you give me a hint?”
That got her a chuckle in response. “Nice try Doc, but these days I don't do much of anything,” he admitted. “I haven't found a job yet so I mostly just lie on my couch and read books, oh and I bake.”
“Bake?” Redheart perked up, “Maybe you could get a job at the Sugarcube Corner then. I'm friends with the owner and she's mentioned needing some extra help to run the place in the near future.
She didn’t mention the reason of course, but she knew Cup and Carrot had been trying for a foal for some weeks now and she wished them the best of luck.
“Maybe,” Bon Bon replied. “I don't really do pastries though, just candy, and occasionally bread.”
“Candy?” Redheart's ears were immediately perked. She had an incurable sweet tooth.
“Yeah,” Bon Bon replied. “Probably not a big surprise given my cutie mark,” it turned to show off the three bon bons that decorated their flank, “but I love making candy, especially around the holidays. Used to work in my parent's confectionery store before I was recruited into… my own career.”
As if to hide that near slip at the end, Bon Bon produced a pair of wrapped sweets that very much resembled their namesake and offered one to Redheart.
She thanked them and popped the sweet into her mouth. It was minty with a hint of sour apple and chocolate. It was an odd combination but somehow it worked.
“Really nice,” she praised as she chewed. “But isn't it a bit backward for the doctor to be the one receiving sweets after the visit?”
“Watch yourself,” Bon Bon joked, popping the other sweet in its own mouth. “They're apple flavoured, so they'll keep you away.”
“Well I'll have to anyway,” she replied, tossing the wrapping paper in the bowl. “Can only geld a pony once after all.”
“Really?” it shot back, “Mine got removed in in pieces."
Redheart didn't have a good response to that so they just enjoyed their candies in awkward silence for a while. “I am sorry about that,” she eventually said.
“Don't be,” the gelding replied. “It's not your fault what happened, and I'll have to thank you for making it a lot less painful than the first mare.” It shivered, probably at the memory of that evil mare and what she did.
“You're welcome,” and not knowing what else to do, she offered Bon Bon a hug.
It took it and then left wordlessly a few minutes later.
After closing the door behind them, Redheart turned and began preparing her operating room for the next patient. Her tools went into the sink to be rinsed off, but as she picked up the bowl and glanced down at its contents she paused.
Looking down at the beautiful fruit she couldn't help but feel a wave of anger at the mare who had broken Bon Bon's first pair, and the pain he must have endured as she ground them to pulp. How could somepony be so sadistic? To do something so brutal to something so precious, and while they were still attached?
“Some ponies have no respect,” she said with a huff as she dumped the bowl's contents back into the trash can.
Author's Note
So first of all I apologize for taking so looooong to update this story. It's been a rocky few years but I am happy to say I am once more back to writing and hope someone will enjoy this story's continuation as much as they enjoyed the first three chapters.
Secondly I apologize for the chapter, I know we all want to see what happened to Fleetfoot and what awaits Cobalt and Rarity, well I hope this little side story can keep you over until then.
I would also like to thank Alfons for proofreading, and for kicking my butt about getting back to writing. You like my stories, you should check out his.(I might've had a hoof in some of them, and we are working on a collab together.)
Best of love, Asteroid Tom.
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 colt friend 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?”
