After a fondly-remembered afternoon spent with Fluttershy, they did eventually get around to giving her a dip in the cure. The only trouble was, it didn’t work.

It was a relaxing enough bath for Fluttershy, but it didn’t reverse her little problem, which left both of them understandably concerned. Fortunately, they were in a place full of solutions for those who wished to cover up, and according to Rarity long skirts were in at the moment anyway. A pair of pink panties solved the other two potential problems, and all they really had to worry about was waking the beast inside of Fluttershy, which had been thoroughly sated by that point due to the aforementioned afternoon.

By the end of which Rarity could no longer qualify herself as anything resembling a virgin in any fashion.

They’d made a trip to Zecora’s in hopes of discovering what had gone wrong with their batch of cure, only to discover that the cure was fine, it was the poison that didn’t match it. After a search in the woods, Zecora had taken samples of the plant Fluttershy had fallen in, promising to study it and find a remedy for this one as well.

This had all been some days prior, and since then, Fluttershy had acquired a larger collection of long skirts and more undergarments than she’d even thought she’d have needed to own.

Furthermore, Rarity had discovered she thoroughly enjoyed it when Fluttershy bit her ear while cumming inside of Rarity’s tailhole. This had been a rather surprising discovery for both of them, as Fluttershy hadn’t initially known she’d missed and Rarity had been too shocked to do more than whimper and moan and was thereafter insistent that Fluttershy ‘plow her like a cheap whorse’.

Fluttershy had apologized profusely and Rarity had begged her to do it again. That had occurred on the first day of waiting. Since then Fluttershy had become a daily visitor, and Rarity had a lot to smile about, though her gait was a little bowlegged.

Eventually, they had returned to Zecora’s hut, only to find that another surprise.

“My friends, I have some interesting news, I think the results might shake your views...” Zecora said in her usual musical affectation.

What followed was an awful lot of explanation in rhyme, which left Rarity just a little bewildered, though eventually, she got the gist of it. Fluttershy hadn’t fallen into Poison Joke, she’d fallen into something that to the best of Zecora’s knowledge hadn’t ever been found before. It had elements of Joke but had apparently crossbred with another plant Zecora had a passing familiarity with; Heart’s Desire.

Mixing Wild Magick with another Wild Magick was going to end up with some very strange results. Zecora could only conjecture what such a mix might be, as Joke tended to prey on a pony's insecurities, while Heart’s Desire attempted to grant their fondest wish in the form of multiple talents which eventually became the dreaded Cutie Pox of legend.

While there were known cures for each, the fact that the curative bath for Poison Joke had not worked left Zecora wondering if perhaps the problem was that the magical change in Fluttershy’s form was something she had wished for. She promised to continue to work on a cure, but suggested one possible solution might be more of the poison, reasoning that if exposure induced a wanted change, another might do the same, if a troubled mind were to be cleared before exposure.

She’d given them two vials of the potion she’d made with the new plant (they even had a label, though Rarity couldn’t make out the words written on it), placing them into Fluttershy’s saddlebags and pausing briefly to whisper something to her that Rarity could not make out despite trying her best to desperately overhear it without looking like she was trying to do so.

***

Their walk home was silent for a time, neither of them quite knowing what to say. Rarity had some questions, of course, but she didn’t know if they’d be especially helpful. Asking Fluttershy to speak her mind was difficult in the best of times, and had to be less so when speaking of matters of the heart. With Fluttershy, if you wished to know her mind, it was more important to listen than to speak.

Eventually, Fluttershy did speak, much to Rarity’s relief. “Do... do you like... it?”

Despite immediately knowing what she meant, Rarity was careful with her response. “I’ve certainly enjoyed you using it with me,” she replied.

“Oh...” Fluttershy replied, looking crestfallen.

They walked in silence once more for some time before Rarity finally ventured a question of her own. “Darling, do you like your addition?”

“I...” Fluttershy trailed off, visibly conflicted. “I like that I can make you happy with it... And it’s nice sometimes...” she offered, choosing to stare down at the ground rather than meet Rarity’s gaze.

Rarity stopped dead in her tracks, putting a hoof on Fluttershy’s shoulder to stop her as well. “Darling, you just can’t be saying you’re hesitating because of me.” Rarity said. “Because I simply won’t accept that.”

Fluttershy, still not meeting Rarity’s gaze, said: “It’s fine. I really like making you happy—”

Rarity tilted Fluttershy’s chin up until their gazes met once more. “Darling, do you think we couldn’t be happy if you didn’t have that new friend of yours?”

Fluttershy frowned and said: “You never... looked at me like you do now... before. Like... like one of the stallions who say you’re pretty and do you favors.”

It was Rarity’s turn to look away, abashed to hear the slight accusation in Fluttershy’s voice. “That’s... true,” Rarity allowed, a small frown forming on her own face. “It’s certainly not that I don’t find you attractive, darling, it’s just that I never considered being with a mare until—”

“Until it came out of me.” Fluttershy said, completing Rarity’s sentence. “I... I wanted so many times to ask if maybe we could... well, you’ve seen how close Lyra and Bon Bon are...”

“You’d have to be blind to not notice that, yes. I’m already working on their gown designs for when one asks the other to marry.” Rarity replied with a chuckle. “I’m not saying I don’t understand what you’re talking about, just that I’d never considered it for myself.”

“Until you saw it.” Fluttershy repeated. “You saw it, and... you noticed me. Like I was somepony out of one of those novels you like... and you... w-wanted me...”

“And you think that would change if you didn’t have that thing?” Rarity asked softly. She stepped closer, and pressed her lips to Fluttershy’s own. She pulled back from the kiss, smiling softly. “I may not have noticed before, but now that I have you, I’m not letting you get away so easily, Sweetness.”

“B-but if I don’t have it—”

“Darling, I think I mentioned before, I have a positively massive collection of toys we can use,” Rarity replied with a little chuckle. “And there is a catalog for a lovely shop in Canterlot that has items even I feared to try. Some of them make your friend look rather svelte by comparison. That beast you’re lugging around isn’t at all what I find attractive about you. It just happened to be the first thing that spoke up for you when you very clearly could not.”

Fluttershy gazed into Rarity’s eyes, looking for any signs of deception. “You... you wouldn’t miss it?”

“Well, a little...” Rarity admitted. “If this is the type of performance we could repeat every now and again, such as on birthdays or anniversaries, I’d absolutely love it... but not so much I’d want for you to keep it around if you’re unhappy having it. Do you like it, Sweetness?”

“Not... very much,” Fluttershy admitted. “Being inside of you is so nice, but I... I really liked spending time in my tub, just me and my hoof, and getting everything just right...”

Rarity nodded. “I couldn’t agree more, darling. Much as the idea of trying out the other side of the fence appeals in theory, I don’t think I’d actually want to jump said fence, as it were. Too used to where the tools are kept.”

Fluttershy nodded earnestly. “But... I mean... I’m just... without it, I’m just me. Would you be able...”

“It’d be an adjustment,” Rarity replied blithely. “I’m not certain I quite know what to do with those bits, beyond what I do with my own, but I’d be happy to experiment and find what makes you feel best,” she paused, smiling wickedly. “Also, it’d be nice to try mounting you from behind. It’d feel so very selfish if I deprived you of that.”

Fluttershy blushed, her wings fluttering in tow as well before she hesitated for a moment longer. She recomposed herself, then reached into her saddlebag to pull out one of the vials. “Zecora... she told me not to drink this unless I was sure about what I wanted,” she took a deep breath. “She also said that the second bottle is for Elizabeak.”

As Fluttershy unstoppered the vial, Rarity could finally make out what the scrawled writing on the side said:

True Love’s Wish.

Fluttershy downed the potion, drinking it down to the last drop, then waited, expecting something to happen quickly. “Ahhhhhhh!” she exclaimed in surprise as it apparently did.

Rarity stared at Fluttershy for a long moment before asking: “Is... is that it?”

Fluttershy nodded, looking bewildered. “I... I think so. It feels... I don’t know.”

Rarity circled around Fluttershy, not noting any immediate changes. “Do you mind if I... check?”

Fluttershy turned her head around, her blush becoming more apparent as it burned on her face. “Um... okay.”

Rarity used her magic to lift the long skirt, taking care to place it over her head so that she herself would act as a barrier to any casual observer, though said observer would still see Rarity poking her head under Fluttershy’s skirt. She decided that was less embarrassing than the hypothetical observer seeing any abnormalities on Fluttershy.

The first thing she noticed was the lack of the pendulous orbs that had been tucked away inside of the underwear Rarity had made for her, leaving the garment just a little ill-fitting. She pulled that item aside and found Fluttershy’s dock and teats looking much as they had during the hundreds of times she’d casually observed them during Fluttershy’s various fittings and while she was modeling outfits for Rarity in her private showroom.

“Does... does it look normal?” Fluttershy asked.

“Still checking, darling,” Rarity replied. She pulled the undergarment further aside, examining the area from which the monster had sprung, only to find it looking completely as it always had.

Rarity took a long look at Fluttershy’s labia, noting that there was a barely perceptible dewey glistening along the slit. Even the formerly masculine smelling musk had been replaced by a gentler but somehow no less heavy smell of feminine arousal.

She braced herself, hoping for the best, then gave a long lick up and down the lips, delving her tongue into the cleft and gathering the moisture up.

“R-Rarity?!” Fluttershy gasped out.

Rarity smacked her lips, noting a slight tang and subtle sweetness. She nodded, then tugged the panties back in place, emerging from under the skirt. “Sorry, but I had to try it out sometime, Sweetness. I think I shall manage just fine,” she said, coming up alongside Fluttershy and kissing her on the cheek.

“Okay...” Fluttershy said softly, her face looking like a ripe tomato in hue.

“Well,” Rarity said. “That settles that for now. Let’s walk you home, shall we?”

Fluttershy followed meekly behind, and Rarity was amused to see that she was having trouble lowering her ruffled wings.

She decided that after she’d dropped Fluttershy off, she would make a brief stop at the marketplace. For some reason, she was experiencing a sudden craving for pickles and peanut butter.

Author's Note