Geldings are the lowest members of society. This is the way it has always been. The unworthy male serves the worthy, and does not pass on his weakness. But, life isn't always so harsh, or unfair for us. There are those lucky ones. The ones who serve the princesses, or those who have kind parents.

"Now, those going to sting a bit," my mother cooed, wrapping my scrotum in her magic and gently pulling it from between my legs. My legs were hobbled to make sure I didn't move and botch the procedure, and she had even provided me with a pillow to bite when the moment came.

I looked back as she gently moved my tail aside to get a better view. She smiled sweetly, giving my rump a reassuring pat. "Are you almost done, mama?"

She nodded. "Yes, dear. But this next part is the hardest."

I swallowed as she levitate a pair of tiny latex rings, stretched tem wide open in her magic. It must have been difficult as she seemed to struggle opening them. My mouth was going dry. I was so nervous. I had never been a gelding before. But, mother said it was my destiny.

Though I couldn't see, I felt the rings slip over my scrotum and push against my taint.

"Don't be afraid to scream," my mother told me kindly. "I know it's going to hurt. Alright, here we... go."

SNAP!

The two rings shrunk swiftly about my tender flesh. I buried my face in the pillow and shrieked for all I was worth, thrashing as much as I could in the hobbles. Then, suddenly, I was no longer bound. Mother must have released me.

I took this opportunity to run about the house, screaming crying against the pain between my legs that I just couldn't from. Finally, I rushed into my mother's hooves and buried my face into her chest. She cooed softly and rubbed my back, kissing the top of my head.

"There-there, it's okay, baby," she said, squeezing me softly. "Is it hurting too much now?"

I shook my head. "No, mama. It doesn't hurt so much anymore. But, did it have to hurt?"

Her ears drooped and she sighed. "I wish I could have afforded a doctor to perform the operation. But, things are tight right now."

"That's why you needed a gelding?" I asked, remembering what she had told me earlier.

She nodded. "A house gelding will help keep the house running in ship shape, so that mommy and daddy can concentrate on their jobs. And, you're the only one of your brothers who wasn't born a unicorn. I would have chosen the oldest of you colts had that not been the case."

I nodded. An impure earth pony like me had no right to complain. "Mommy?"

"Yes, dear?" she asked, running her hoof through my mane.

"C-can I have some milk?"

"Of course, baby," she chuckled putting me back down and standing up on all fours. I immediately made my way to her teats, seeking her warm sustenance.

As a milkmare, hers were quite ample and full, hanging lower than the average mare's. She always had plenty left over from her work for her foals to get straight from the tap.

A latched on to the warm teat and was soon drawing out the precarious milk she secreted. Whatever she had been eating lately only added to the rich flavor. Sweet and smooth, it soothed my body and let me forget the soreness between my legs.

"Goodness, your balls are turning black already," my mother mused. Looking back, I saw she was right. Without blood, they were just dying. It felt so cold back there now.

She gave them a gentle flick. I flinched. "By bedtime they should be ready to cut open an remove safely. Go back to your milk. Mommy's got more than enough for precious little gelding."

It was good to make mama happy.