Doctor Redheart is running a small private clinic that caters to a certain group of ponies.
Nurse Redheart always had a passion for medicine but she wasn't satisfied just fixing ponies, not when she could make them better. So after further educating herself she has now opened up her own clinic, where she helps ponies be who they really want to be no matter what they was born as. The irony is not lost on her that this is most commonly achieved by "fixing" them.
Content/trigger warning: This story centres on gelding as a medical procedure, the consensual removal of a stallion's testicles. It also touches on topics of gender identity and roles, which seems to trigger people as well. Yes, gender roles can be a kink or a fetish, it can also be completely SFW. If castration or any other of these subjects grosses you out, please avoid reading this story for your own sake.
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. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She said.
"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.
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.
