Making The Cut

Nurse Snowheart finished her examination of the new recruit with a smile.

"Well, you appear to be in excellent health, welcome aboard, ensign."

The stallion visibly relaxed as he returned her smile, looking very pleased about having made the cut. Well, there was still one cut left to be made, hopefully.

"Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. First we'll have to decide what to do about these."

Her hoof traveled up between his legs to cup the two orbs that were a bit less welcome in the navy than the rest of the strapping young pony.

The confident smile slipped off his face and he began to blush again.

"I guess they'll have to go," he mumbled, not meeting the nurse's eyes.

Her smile was quite triumphant. She'd expected to have to convince him to give up his fun bits but here he was already expecting to part with them.

"Excellent," she exclaimed, careful to avoid a direct answer to his question.

It had been a long time since gelding of the recruits was mandatory but that wasn't something they liked to advertise as the practice was still actively encouraged. Nurse Snowheart was very much on board with enforcing that policy as every pair of testicles she removed earned her a nice bonus on her paycheck.

Feeling the need to move quickly she pushed the consent form on him and told him to sign, which he did without question. Good gelding.

She then nodded in approval as she took the form from the soon to be neuter. He was already behaving like one, calm and obedient, it would be a smooth transition from a he to an it.

"Well, well," she said, giving his signature a quick scan before putting it on the pile of similar documents littering her desk. "Let's get started then."

He gave her a nervous smile, probably the last one he'd make as a stallion, and nodded.

"This'll be over quickly," she promised as she led him over to the new machine. "Two quick nips and then you'll be swearing your oath and wearing the uniform in no time."

"Uhm…" the stallion seemed to lose his nerve As he took in the device that stood ready to change his life forever.

The Machine, as the nurses called it, was a new invention brought in to make gelding the recruits more efficient and require less training on the part of the nurse. Her colleagues did not like it and complained that the machine made castrations less personal, that automating such an important moment in a pony's life was a shame. Snowheart rather liked the hooves off approach though. She'd never understood why her colleagues were so fascinated by what stallions had between their hind legs. To her it was just something she got paid to remove, and there was no denying that the Super Speedy Stallion Slicer 6000 made her job go a lot easier.

What gave the stallion pause may have been the machine's resemblance to a waffle iron on stilts, or the fact that the bowl at its base already held about a dozen freshly severed testicles.

The guy was staring at the glistening remains of the stallions that had gone before him and the reality of what he was giving up was starting to sink in. Snowheart had to act fast or he might chicken out.

"As you can see all the other recruits went through the same procedure, so there is nothing to worry about," She reassured him, giving the bowl a light kick for emphasis.

"You're not wussing out on me are you?" she warned when he failed to move.

"Ehm no," the stallion stammered out, "of course not."

"Good, cowards don't make the cut to join the Navy" she replied, grabbing him by his tail and turning him so his shapely rear was facing the machine. "You wouldn't consider yourself a Marine if a little pain was enough to scare you away from serving your country, would you?"

"No, of course not," the stallion replied meekly as she lifted his pouch along with its delicate contents and placed them on the lower half of the open machine, like vegetables on the chopping block.

"Wait, is it going to be painful?" he asked, brain finally catching up to his ears as skin touched metal.

"Only for a second," she reassured him as she closed the lid of the machine, trapping his proffered fruit between the device's metal jaws.

"Ready?" she asked, her hoof already moving toward the button that would activate the machine and part the stallion from his superfluous wedding tackle.

"Wait!"

Oh what now?! The nurse just managed to stop herself, her hoof resting against the button. He wasn't changing his mind was he? Well if so he chose the last possible moment to do so.

"What is it dear?" the nurse forced herself to sound pleasant despite potentially just being robbed of her price. "Having a change of heart?"

"No, well yes…" the stallion trailed off, clearly embarrassed. "I was just wondering, when will I get to have my last orgasm?"

Oh. The nurse smiled as the penny dropped.

"Sorry," she shook her head, "I don't do that sort of thing."

"Oh," the stallion sagged. "I guess it was stupid…"

"A bit," the nurse agreed, and pressed the button.

Schnickt!!!

The stallion yelped as the machine got to work slicing into his most sensitive bits and severing them forever.

As advertised it took only a few seconds for the machine to finish the emasculation. There were a few more squishy sounds and then a pair of testicles dropped neatly into the bowl below.

The process of cauterizing the wound and stapling the empty pouch back together took a few more.

"See that wasn't so bad," Snowheart comforted the whimpering pony as she opened the machine to inspect 'his' new status.

As always the machine had done an excellent job, a row of fine staples along the underside was the only clue that the silky flap of skin had ever held any contents.

"Congratulations," she said, giving the dazed pony a slap on the rump, "you're a gelding now."

"I'm a gelding?" it repeated, taking a few unsteady steps and turning to face her.

"Yes," she confirmed, scooping the bowl full of testicles from beneath the machine and holding it up for 'him' to take in.

"Which ones are mine?" The gelding asked, eyeing the multitude of balls in front of it.

"These two," Snowheart scooped up a pair at random and offered them to the gelding. "Do you want to hold them while I finish your paperwork?"

The gelding nodded mutely, taking the two orbs in its outstretched hoof.

"It's weird," it eventually said, "seeing them like this and realizing they used to be part of me."

"I'm sure it is," Snowheart replied, finishing the paperwork for her new gelding by giving its health form a big stamp of approval.

"Realizing I'll never have sex again…" the gelding continued.

"Oh you wouldn't have much opportunity for that anyway," she reassured, "after all you'll soon be on a ship full of other geldings.

"Ship?" it asked, finally tearing its gaze from the mangled gonads in its hoof to look at her. "I'm in then?"

"You sure are," the nurse beamed, "welcome to the navy, Marine."

A look of pride replaced the hopeful expression on the gelding's face. "I'm a Marine."

"Sure," Snowheart replied.

In truth she had no idea what rank this newest recruit would end up having or even what branch, it wasn't her job to decide such things. She was paid to check they were fit enough to serve and to geld as many of them as possible.

"Now I'll just take these," she said, taking the balls from the gelding's unresisting hoof and throwing them back on top of the rest in the bowl, "and you will head through that door and wait to be sworn in.”

It thanked her and left with a smile.

Snowheart waited until the door closed before picking up the bowl.

"The pleasure was all mine," she said as she smiled down at the fruits of her labour. 8 pairs, not a bad haul before her first break of the day. She smiled as she considered all the things she would be able to buy with the bonus she'd get just for these. She definitely needed a new dress, and a purse to go with it, and of course she needed to visit a nice venue to show them off. What she held in her hooves wasn't enough to cover all of that, but it was a good start.

Nurse Snowheart smiled as she emptied the bowl into a larger bucket and placed it back beneath the machine. She had plenty more recruits to evaluate this day, and she intended to geld every single one of them.