"You're son's grades have been dropping quite a bit since his birthday," my teacher told my parents as she sat in our living room, sipping some coffee my mother had just made.

My last report card had prompted my parents to invite her over for a meeting. I was nervous. For crying out loud, teachers aren't supposed to leave the school. Right?

"I don't understand," my mother sighed as she gave me a disappointed expression. "He used to be such a good student."

"That he did," my teacher nodded, giving me an equally disapproving face.

My father, however remained silent. That meant he was mad. Like... really mad. I really hoped he wouldn't say anything. That it would be one of those, get a nice night's sleep and everything is fine again kind of mads.

"But, the fact remains, that, if something is not done, he will never get into a decent college," she went on to say before taking another sip of her coffee. I looked at the ground, ashamed.

"We've already taken away all of his comic books and video games," my mother despaired. "Nothing seems to be working."

"It's the fillies."

Both mares and myself, the latter cringing quite a bit, turned to look at my father, a rugged earth pony.

"What was that dear?" my mother asked, as though she hadn't heard.

"I said it's the fillies in his class," he described in more detail. "He's at that age now where his brain starts to shift to his backside."

My mother blushed, but my teacher nodded.

"Yes, I am aware that he likes to look at some of the more... voluptuous girls about the school," she agreed. "Just the other day, I caught him staring at my teats. Goodness, the way his tongue was hanging out it made me scared he would lunge forward and start suckling."

I'll admit, I did think that. But, I would never act out such a thing.

My mother gasped, looking at me in... disgust. "Oh, how crude."

She got up from her seat and walked up to me so that I had to crane my head back to look her in the eyes. Then I couldn't look her in the eyes at all because she kept on walking until I was sitting directly under her hind legs. What was going on?

"So, you like teats, do you?" she huffed in annoyance, twisting her head and neck about so as to look at me underneath her. With a hoof, she tilted my head up and about to get a better view of her. "Well, why don't you just have a mouthful of your own mother's? Huh. Is that what you want, you little pervert?"

I just stared at them, her teats. Slightly saggy and a little gnarled. Apparently I was a real chewer as a foal. But, still, I did... like... teats...

"Oh my... ack," my mother cried as she saw my body react.

I swiftly moved to cover my lower area, blushing profusely. My mother moved away so that everyone in the room could glare at my totally exposed body.

"That's your mother," my father roared, coming up and raising a hoof. I raised my own hooves in defense.

But, the blow never came. Looking up I saw my mother blocking him.

"No, Birch," she growled, shaking her. "You will not hurt him. It's just a bad phase."

"A phase that will ruin his academic future," my teacher pointed out harshly. "If he can't control himself about mares, then he's fit only for uneducated grunge work."

My mother nodded. "I can see that. And he wants so desperately to be a doctor."

Actually, she and dad wanted me to be a doctor. I wanted to be an entomologist. But, they were just so insistent that they just blocked me out.

"Not if this continues," my teacher said. Wow, just how many times she going to say that? "I would suggest hiring a tutor."

"We can't afford that," my father sighed, casting a glare in my direction. "We can barely scrape by sending him your way."

There was a moment of silence.

"We'll geld him," my mother spoke up, drawing everyone's attention.

My father blinked, and then nodded. "Well, that would certainly help him focus better."

My teacher smiled. "Of course. Why didn't I think of that. Geldings always make the best students. Though, I would suggest the sooner the better, before summer break. That way he'll be more inclined and willing to study."

"Tomorrow," my father said, nudging mother. "I have to go to work in the morning, so you'll have to take him."

Mother nodded. "Of course, dear. Be tomorrow evening, when you get back, he'll a whole know pony."

"What's a gelding," I asked, drawing everyone's attention.

My teacher huffed and rolled her eyes. "The consequences of not paying attention in class. If all goes well, you should only miss one day of school."

"Go up to your room and wait for me to call you for dinner," my mother instructed me, giving me a light kick to get me moving. "Move along, gelding."

She smiled. "You know, I could get used to saying that."

"Things will certainly be quieter around here," my father nodded.

That was the last thing I heard before closing the door to my room and jumping onto my bed. For some reason, I felt sick, as if something terrible was about to happen.