A Little Pleasure for a Lot of Pain
Author's Note
So first of all, I'm sorry I haven't been updating for the last year. In fact, I haven't been writing at all, 2021 hit me hard, and not in the good way.
But I am starting to recover, and I wanna continue working on Redheart's Clinic, but I needed something to get started.
Anyway, I read this: For Equestria! and got that rare flash of inspiration. It fitted so well with the background lore I have been struggling about for In the Navy so I asked if I could... fill in the skipped scene, and here it is:
A Little Pleasure for a Lot of Pain
The nurse eyed her targets, contemplating how best to remove them.
As a field medic, geldings had never really been part of her training. Her patients were expected to have gone through that procedure well before they were sent into battle.
But the war had happened suddenly and the mass draft had sent hundreds of stallions to the frontline without all the normal preparations. An oversight which had turned her impromptu first aid clinic into a gelding shed.
She didn't even have the right tools! A proper gelding iron would have been nice! Not just for her but for her patients as well. Surely a quick crunch would have been more sanitary, not to mention a lot less painful for the poor gelding?
But there was a war on and she had to make do with what she was given. The nurse made sure she had everything ready. The scissors and the needles were cleaned, the bottle of rubbing alcohol was open and the gelding knife rested in the fire.
With no more reason to stall she set about plucking the stallion fruit that hung so exposed and vulnerable in front of her.
"You biting down on that stick?" she asked, and received a muffled affirmative.
"Good, because this is going to do more than just sting a little."
The stallion shivered at that and she couldn't blame him.
First she took a clean rag, placed it in a bowl and poured a generous amount of the alcohol on it. She wrung it out and got to work.
The stallion winced as the wet cloth touched his privates, but he calmed down when he felt it wasn't a sharp blade.
The nurse took the opportunity to get a good feel of the two organs as she cleaned them, they were a bit bigger than average and hung low in their silvery gray pouch. She could feel the heat coming off them through the cloth, and the sharp smell of alcohol wasn't enough to entirely mask the deliciously musky scent of stallion to her senses.
She bit her lip as she tried to ignore just how plump and heavy the two orbs felt, full to the brim with virile seed which would now go to waste, such a shame.
If she wasn't just about to geld him she might very well have invited him to spend the night in her bunk. With balls like that he was sure to have a nice cock on him too.
Not that she could afford to get pregnant on the frontline, but there were ways around that. Well, less permanent ways.
Evidently she wasn't the only pony to get aroused by the intimate treatment. She couldn't help but notice that as she fondled the exposed part of his stallionhood the other was starting to poke out of its sheath.
The stallion, clearly embarrassed by his growing erection, tried to close his legs.
"Hay now, none of that," she chided him as she forced his legs back open.
She wasn't going to let him deny her access to his precious bits.
"Sorry," he mumbled, blushing.
"It's alright," she giggled, "I'll take it as a compliment.
That only made him blush more, and his stallionhood gave a light twitch.
Feeling rather naughty the nurse rubbed the cloth deeper between his legs, trailing the length of his now exposed hardness.
The stallion winced as the alcohol soaked rag touched his sensitive organ, but he made no move to stop her.
"Might as well clean this too," the nurse mused, and began to polish the rapidly hardening shaft.
The stallion made a noise as if he was going to protest, but gave in to the enjoyable sensation of what, aside from the stinging cloth, was the first hoofjob he'd had in weeks.
"Feels good?" she asked, not even pretending to be professional anymore as her cloth covered hoof stimulated the throbbing erection.
The stallion only grunted in the affirmative.
She could feel herself grow quite flustered too at what she was doing. She was after all pleasuring a stallion and her own mareparts couldn't help but grow moist at what it expected would follow such an act of foreplay.
She was tempted to reach back a hoof and start rubbing herself, but held back. She wanted this moment to be for him. After all she could always hoof herself later, he wouldn't be able to do that after she was done with him. A last release felt like the least she could do to repay him for his sacrifice.
It didn't take long for the stallion to reach climax. His foalmakers pulled up against his body as they emptied themselves through his throbbing cock, spraying the floor with a generous pool of cum.
She could feel herself drool a little at the sight as she rubbed out the stallion's final load.
He moaned and grunted as he shot another few spurts, her hoof vigorously coaxing every last drop and prolonging his climax.
When it finally ended he was quivering and panting by the sheer magnitude of his orgasm.
The nurse held his throbbing cock in her cloth covered hoof until it eventually softened and slunk back into its sheath.
"I hope that felt good," she whispered, giving his nub a few last wipes before dropping the thoroughly cum soaked rag to the floor, where it landed in his spent seed.
He seemed lost for words, only moaned and nodded his head.
She remembered the stick in his mouth, and why it was there, oh well at least his last experience as a stallion had been a pleasant one.
She eyed the orbs, maybe it was her imagination but they looked a bit smaller than before.
She still found them enticing though, and her marehood gave a slight twinge as she reminded herself that she was here to remove them, nothing else.
The mare felt a thrill of excitement at the thought. She'd just made him cum buckets, and he'd never experience anything as good again. It'd look back fondly on this memory for years to come.
"Good," she said, giving the orbs one last fondle, "because it's time we got started."
He stiffened at that, but didn't protest, nor run away. He just accepted it, as it should be.
"Very good," she complimented him, giving his toned flank an approving pat. "I promise to make it quick."
His answering grunt could have been grateful, she chose to interpret it as such and got to work.
First she raised the scissors, the sharp blades easily cut into the silky skin of his pouch.
She heard him gasp and whimper with the pain of it, but he resolutely stood his ground, tail raised, allowing her to continue her assault on his stallionhood.
The nurse was pleased with how well the soon to be gelding was coping, and with the way he was raising his tail for her he was practically inviting her to take his precious jewels from him.
She finished the cut, opening a large gash in his poach. Once the purse was open she put down the scissors, soaked another rag in the alcohol and wiped away the blood.
He practically screamed as the rag burned at his cut. She felt sorry for him, but what could she do? They couldn't risk him getting an infection. Besides, she had to wipe the blood away so she could see what she was doing.
When she was satisfied she put the cloth back in the bowl and inspected his opened pouch and it's valuable contents.
The cut was relatively clean, but she probably shouldn't use scissors next time. What else did she have at hoof though? She was going to kick the quartermaster's plot until that useless mare provided her with some real gelding tools. This gelding was only the first of her patients for the day.
Cursing the pain she was putting him through she peeled away the skin to expose the two jewels inside. Despite their name they didn't look all that precious, two whiteish orbs with a number of veins and two sinewy cords suspending them. She knew however that they probably meant a lot to the stallion they were attached to, well too bad. He was in the army now, and they did not allow stallions among their ranks.
The nurse tried to use her hooves to tease the orbs out of their home with her hooves but she eventually gave up. Her hooves just weren't agile enough to get a grip on the slippery little organs. Not for the first time she found herself envying the ease with which a Unicorn was able to manipulate things with their magic.
Well, horn envy wasn't going to help this gelding. She would have to do the best she could with what she had. A case like this would require some drastic measures.
She had been hoping to avoid this, but Earth Ponies didn't have telekinesis or flexible wings, they had only one real way to grab hold of things, with their teeth.
For the sake of preventing infection, and her own sanity she picked up the bottle of rubbing alcohol and took a deep swig. She gagged at the strength of it but still managed to slosh it around her mouth before swallowing the vile fluid. It burned all the way down and for a second she feared it was going to come back up, but her stomach eventually settled.
Having gained much more sympathy for how the burning liquid must have felt against his wound, and knowing that there was more to come she offered him the bottle.
"Want some?" she asked.
The stallion took one sniff of the proffered bottle and wrinkled his muzzle. "No thanks!"
"Suit yourself," the mare said, putting the bottle down and braced herself for the big finale.
With her hooves she manipulated the pouch until one of the orbs was mostly poking out, enough for her teeth to get a grip on it and bit down.
The stallion yelped as he felt her teeth clamp down on his most delicate organ. Pain surged up the cord and into his abdomen as she felt the organ compress between her incisors, and then she started to pull back. She dragged the ball clear of it's wounded pouch and out in the fresh air.
His shout was as much of surprise as of agony. He panicked and did the most stupid thing he could have done in this situation, which was to try and move away from the source of the pain.
The nurse felt the ball start to slip from between her teeth as the stallion moved and bit down hard. With a grunt of effort she managed to brace herself and keep from being yanked forward by the sudden pull on the cord connecting her to the panicked stallion. She felt something go "crunch" between her teeth but it wasn't enough to make her let go.
To the stallion it felt like his testicle was being pulled out by its root and he froze, his mind and body unable to process the next surge of pain that exploded up from between his legs.
As he stilled the nurse saw her chance. She flexed her neck, keeping the cord taught and exposed as she reached for the gelding knife.
It was lying with its blade in the fire and she fumbled to get a good grip on it without burning her hoof or letting go of the slowly deforming ball in her grip.
Feeling the stallion's once proud organ ooze between her teeth she eventually got a grip on the knife and brought it up. The blade was glowing red hot and she could feel the heat radiating off it as she brought it close to her lips, ready to sever what she held between them.
Sorry, she thought. Her sympathy going out to the stallion as the red hot knife inched closer to his flesh. This was going to hurt a lot, but she needed to make sure he didn't bleed to death. The warm blade would cauterize his cords as she cut them. It would be painful, but it was for his own good.
The stallion whimpered as he felt the searing heat touch his flesh, filling the air with a sizzle and the smell of burning meat.
Before he could move to save himself she pushed the knife though the stretched cord that kept the foalmaker between her teeth attached to its former owner, severing it for ever.
The ball was hers now, quite literally as she found herself nearly swallowing the thing.
Her head had snapped back as the tension in the cord had been released. In her surprise she lost her grip on the slippery ball and it rolled free in her mouth. She managed to avoid choking on it, but by the time she had it secured between her teeth again it could hardly be called a ball anymore.
Luckily the stallion could no longer feel the ball as it was chewed up by his castrator, unluckily he was busy dealing with the full pain of having had part of him seared off with a glowing hot knife. He screamed, spitting out the stick in his mouth and collapsed in a heap at the nurse's hooves.
"I'm really sorry," the mare said after spitting out the mush that had up until then been a perfectly healthy foalmaker.
The half stallion seemed to be out cold so she decided to finish the job quickly, he wouldn't feel the second cut if he was unconscious.
He didn't react as she reached between his prone legs. She hoped he would stay that way until she was done hurting him.
"You're taking this like a real champ," she complimented before her searching lips found his slit pouch. She sucked his remaining berry into her mouth and pulled back, gentler this time.
She felt the gonad pulsate between her teeth as it was pulled from it's lifelong home between the stallion's legs. It was so warm, alive and full to the brim with what made him a stallion. Not to mention it was his last.
She took a few moments to appreciate it before bringing the knife back up.
Sssssissle!
And it was done, much cleaner the second time around. Being unconscious the pony barely reacted as its last claim to stallionhood was seared off.
The nurse wrinkled her nose as the smell of cooked meat entered her nostrils, but it was a minor discomfort. She hardly had the right to complain after what the stallion just had gone through. After all she had only smelt the work of the scorching blade, he had actually felt it.
No he hadn't felt it, she corrected herself. The stallion was still mercifully out cold. She made another mental correction when she remembered that it was 'his' last ball that was slowly cooling between her teeth and she really ought to stop referring to it as a stallion.
Well, she wasn't the only pony in the room who needed to adjust to that change. When the gelding regained consciousness she would imprint upon it its new status. Traditionally this was done by showing it what it no longer had, and let the realization of the procedure sink in.
The nurse glanced at the sorry remains of the first ball and decided that tradition didn't need to be too strictly adhered to.
Luckily stallions had two, so she put down the knife and spat the second orb into her hoof to inspect it. The pale organ appeared to be unscaved, not that it really mattered, but at least she could show him this one.
When she rounded the pony to show it the good news she noticed that the fresh gelding was already coming around. Too bad, she had hoped she would be able to finish sewing it up first. Oh well, the sooner it was made aware of its new status the better.
The gelding had yet to open its eyes so she leaned over and planted a kiss on its muzzle. That had the desired effect and it was soon blinking and making eye contact with her. She smiled at it in return and held up the hoof with the freshly harvested cherry for it to behold.
It regarded the pale organ in the nurse's hoof with confused detachment for a few moments, and then understanding dawned.
"Is that…?"
"Your stallionhood," she confirmed cheerfully. "You're a gelding now."
The pony got a vacant look in its eyes as its new station sunk in.
"I'm a gelding," it said slowly, as if it was wrapping its head around the concept.
The nurse could sympathize, she had no idea how she would deal with it if she suddenly wasn't a mare anymore. She waited politely for it to speak again, but when it did it asked the question she had hoped to avoid.
"Wait," it blinked, "You're supposed to show me both, where's the other one?"
"Oh it…" the nurse threw a glance at the ball she had spat out earlier, it looked like somepony had stepped on it.
"It got…. squished," the nurse giggled nervously. "I thought it best not to show it to you because, well…" she trailed off when she saw the look it was giving her.
"How thoughtful of you," the gelding said through gritted teeth, clearly not too happy with the level of care she had shown its precious bits, or what formerly was its precious bits.
"Sorry," the nurse hurried to apologize. "I'm undersupplied, I do the best with what I can but…" she shook her head sadly. "I don't have the proper tools, or the right training honestly."
The gelding's scowl deepened.
"It's not my fault," the nurse felt the need to defend herself, "I've asked for a proper gelding iron for weeks but all I got was two bricks."
She mimed slamming her hooves together and the gelding cringed at the mental image.
"Exactly," she nodded, "At least I have some basic medical supplies or this would have been even messier."
The gelding winced again, and some of its anger drained away.
"Fine," it eventually sighed, "you're only doing your job. Can't be mad at you for following orders, it just sucks is all."
"Yeah," the nurse agreed, "I wish the lieutenant would let you guys remain intact until I can geld you properly."
"Me too," the gelding agreed bitterly. It eyed the ball in the nurse's hoof and sighed. "I'm going to miss being a stallion."
The nurse nodded in sympathy, she'd like it if there were a few stallions around too. She felt a throb between her legs as her libido seconded that idea. Not for the first time she lamented the Lieutenant being such a prude. There were so many more fun things you could do with an intact stallion. Okay, maybe only one thing, but it was a really fun and pleasurable thing.
She too sighed as she eyed the organ in her hoof, reminding her that thanks to her, the pony it had come from would soon never be unable to ever satisfy a mare again. Such a shame, it had been a real stud too.
She shook that notion out of her head as soon as she realized she was doing it again. She really had no right to complain. Jer bluebeaning was nothing compared to what those poor stallions had to suffer through. She was whining about not having sex for a couple of weeks when the ponies she operated on wouldn't be able to for the rest of their lives.
But they won't feel the need for it like you do, her body reminded her, but she clenched her legs together and forced a smile back on her face as she lifted her eyes to address her patient again.
"Uhm…" she faltered, how to cheer it up after she just cut his sex life off? "At least you got a final orgasm," she chuckled nervously.
"Yeah thanks," the gelding huffed, "I'd return the favour but thanks to you I can't."
"Yeah… sorry about that," she giggled nervously and blushed. "Though you still have your tongue if you really want to…"
She trailed off, the look the gelding gave her told her it very much didn't, and she couldn't blame it.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, and feeling bold, gave it a coy smile. "Would you like your stallionhood back?"
The gelding's eyes widened. "You can do that?"
"Of course," she smirked and proffered the ball she had taken earlier, "here you go."
For a second she was afraid the gelding might take a swing at her. It glared between her and the object in her hoof, but then its scowl lifted and it let out a deep groan.
"That was really bad," it snorted, sides shaking with laughter, "worst pun ever!"
The nurse exhaled, relieved to feel the tension lift.
"Oh nothing to thank me for, it was half off."
That only made the gelding laugh harder.
"Why is this so funny?" it asked, tears in its eyes as it took the ball from her outstretched hoof, giggling at the naked orb.
"Adrenaline," the nurse explained, "and endorphins."
She was glad that the tension was lifted but also knew there was more to do before she could declare this gelding finished, "and speaking of which, I should probably finish stitching you up before it wears off."
"Half off!" the gelding chuckled in response, still drunk on the chemicals that was flooding its system to cope with the pain.
She took that as permission and ducked beneath its tail to finish the job.
The wound where its stallionhood had been was still gaping open, but luckily it had stopped bleeding. The nurse thanked Celestia for small miracles like that, at least she wouldn't need to cauterize that cut too. She could still feel the smell of roasted meat in her nostrils from the last time she had been in this position.
Not wanting to dwell on that fact she picked up the needle and thread she had prepared earlier and got to work.
The gelding flinched as the needle pierced the skin lf its empty pouch, but not as much as she'd expected, the endorphins doing their job probably, or maybe it was just the fact that geldings were calmer?
She still took the time to comfort her patient before she began in earnest.
"Shhh it's okay, we're almost done," she cood softly, rubbing a hoof gently against the gelding's leg.
"G-good," it grunted back, "cause this is no longer funny."
"I know, sorry, just a little bit more okay."
It nodded, so she got to work, pulling the needle all the way through the loose skin and then through the other flap before looping back again, pulling the thread tight and bringing the pouch back together.
Back and forth the needle went as she stitched it up, neatly if she had to say so herself. The gelding was barely whimpering as she finished the last stitch. She eyed the seam with satisfaction and then snipped off the thread with the pair of scissors.
The very same pair that she had used to cut the pouch open. It felt somewhat poetic that the procedure would start and end with the same tool. That a thing used to cut up and remove could also be used to heal.
Seeing the gelding neatly stitched up and healing was a nice reminder that she was despite having to follow stupid orders, a medic at heart. That she made ponies' lives better and not just hurt them.
"Is it over?"
The voice of the gelding pulled her back to reality and she smiled.
"Eyupp, all done," she replied, giving it a slap on the rump.
It took a few steps forward and then turned around to face her, it's former stallionhood clutched in one hoof and a hopeful look on its face.
"Really?"
"Really," she promised. "I'd say that wasn't so bad," she sighed," but it really was, and I am sorry."
It looked her sternly in the eyes, but then its features softened.
"I know, it's okay."
It didn't look okay, but the nurse was happy it wasn't blaming her at least.
"Friends?" she asked, holding out her hoof.
The gelding glanced at her hoof and shook his head.
"Nah, I get that it wasn't your fault, but it still hurt like hell."
That saddened the nurse, so she tried again, giving him a more sultry smile.
"How about being friends with benefits then?" she offered, only half joking.
The gelding snorted, but took her outstretched hoof and placed something in it.
"Thanks, but I don't have the balls," it stepped back.
The nurse glanced down to see the ball once more resting in her hoof, she chuckled.
"Maybe not, but it still takes a few days for the change to really sink in. Until then you can still function as a stallion, even if you aren't one."
The gelding looked intrigued for a moment but shook its head and turned to leave.
"Wait, you might as well keep this," she hurried to hand the ball back to it.
"Why?" it asked, eyeing her with some annoyance.
"To show the Lieutenant," she explained, "she'll be happy to see that you are a proper gelding now."
"Yeah I'm not feeling like doing anything to make that bitch happy," it shoved the ball back to the nurse.
It then turned, lifted its tail and showed the nurse its hindquarters. "If she wants to see so badly she can kiss my ass."
"I'd like to kiss your ass," the nurse said before she could stop herself.
The gelding turned its head to look at her, the mare could feel her cheeks blush.
What? she thought. It was a very attractive ass, and with the tail raised and pouch gone she had an unobstructed view of its sheath. She licked her lips as she admired the size of the geldinghood and reminding herself that it would still be functional for a few more days. There wouldn't even be any risk of pregnancy either, she had seen to that.
"Eyes up here," the gelding snapped.
She looked up, blushing even more at having been caught daydreaming.
"You sure I can't invite you to spend the night?"
"Not interested."
"Oh really?" she said, and before it could turn around to leave she did exactly what it had done a few seconds ago, she turned around and lifted her tail.
She could hear the gelding swallow as it took in the soft lips of her marehood, still moist after having worked its stallionhood over.
"Still not interested?" she teased, arching her back to give it an even more enticing view.
"N-no," the gelding was blushing and breathing somewhat heavy as it tried not to look at her hedonistic display.
"Offer still stands if you change your mind," she informed the aroused gelding. "I'm here all night."
"I'm leaving," the gelding informed her, wrenching its eyes off her exposed marehood and hurrying out of the tent.
The mare smiled as she caught a glimpse of something pink poking out of its sheath as the grey rump disappeared through the tent flaps.
"My tent, tonight!" She called after it, smiling to herself.
There was no reply, but she was hopeful she would get the nightly visit she was longing for after all. And if not, well she still had her hoof.
Speaking of hooves, she looked down at her own to see the familiar orb.
"So much fuss over something so little," she muttered and held it up to her eyes.
The orb was no longer wet after having been passad back and forth so many times. It was no longer warm either. She remembered when it had been pulsing between her teeth, so full of life and ready to seed even more, well it looked dead now.
It wasn't too much to look at honestly, a pale oval with a cord of blood vessels and sinews leading out from a protrusion on the back of it. She eyed the burned end of the cord and sighed. She really would have to come up with a better way to remove them. She could still taste the remains of its brother on her teeth, and while the taste wasn't all that unpleasant it was just plain unprofessional. Not for the first time she cursed the lieutenant out for making her geld the stallions, and the quartermaster for not providing the gear needed. What was the harm in leaving the poor guys intact for a while?
Sure, she would probably spend that item fraternizing with them, along with much of the officer staff, but she was planning to do that anyway, so what difference did it make?
She felt herself getting angry and threw the ball across the tent.
"Bitch," she growled as the ball bounced off the wall and rolled back across the floor to rest at her hooves. Not a good thing for it as the nurse was still furious about the Lieutenant's orders and wanting to take it out on something.
The ball crunched as her hoof came down on it.
"That'll teach you," the nurse growled as she ground the orb beneath her hoof. It didn't last long under her anger fueled assault and burst with a soft pop, smearing the underside of her hoof and the floor of the tent with its pureed contents.
It had helped to calm her down and she blushed a little at her outburst. Still, she was right to be furious after what her patient had to go through. Tomorrow she would visit the lieutenant and tell her that she refused to perform any more geldings until they had proper tools. That stuck up noblemare would either have to accept it, or perform the geldings herself.
"Tomorrow," she mumbled to herself, knowing full well that she would be too much of a coward to confront her CO like that.
With any luck there wouldn't be any more uncut recruits until she got a proper gelding iron at least.
"Uhm…" a weak voice announced from behind. Weak, but still deep and masculine, the nurse sighed.
She turned around to find a red earth pony stallion in the opening of her tent, staring nervously at her hoof, and what it was standing on.
"Yes," she queried, dreading the answer.
"Lieutenant Strike sent me to..," the stallion began. He swallowed nervously, "to… get gelded."
The last word was a fearful whisper and the nurse could feel his eyes on her hoof as she lifted it from the ruined husk of her last visitor's foal maker.
"Eh, how much did you see?" she asked, doing her best to surreptitiously wipe the spermy goo off her hoof.
"Oh… not a lot," the stallion replied, voice shaking, "just you… you s-stomping o-on…"
He fainted, falling arse over end on the earthen floor of her tent.
The nurse sighed as her patient lost consciousness and collapsed. Well, she might as well geld him while he was out. It would be the kind thing to do, as he'd likely be impossible to calm down once he woke up.
She toyed with the idea of letting him do that, just to force the Lieutenant to have to deal with the panicked soldier. It would serve the bitch well to see what her policy did to the ponies under her so-called care.
But no, she couldn't do that to him, tempting as it was. The bitch would just take it out on the poor guy, and then he'd be dragged back here and held down for his gelding. That surely would be an even more horrendous experience, no better he just wake up and it'd be over.
Besides, she didn't want to have to explain why the stallion had panicked in the first place, she admitted and got to work.
Without the hoofjob this second gelding went much faster than the previous one. It helped that the patient was out cold too of course.
She quickly moved his tail out of the way and rubbed his pouch down with a fresh alcohol soaked cloth. She then nipped the red sack open, removed his apples with the help of her teeth and the scalding knife and had it sewn back up before it awoke.
The nurse smiled as she placed the two orbs in front of the passed out gelding so they would be the first things it would see when it woke up.
"Well, at least I didn't mush anything this time," the nurse mused to herself as she got to cleaning up the mess of the double surgery.
Hopefully the next patient would get an even smoother procedure.
