Sisterly Help

by Alfons021

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Porn, Button Mash, Fetish, Rarity, Non-consensual, Fluttershy, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Featherweight, Sweetie Belle
Length: 20999

Rarity's sister has a coltfriend, but he isn't exactly gentlecolt worthy material. So Rarity decides to fix that... to fix him.

I wanted to compare the ladylike behaviour that's associated with Rarity to the historically Greek idea of a small penis being an ideal of male beauty, and this story came to be, even if that didn’t have a huge impact on the story overall.

Story Contains: Aged up character (everypony is of age), M/F, Big Penis and Small Penis, Neutering/Gelding/Castration, Somnophilia, Mind Swap, BDSM, Femdom, Sissification, Dubious Consent, Maledom, Incest, Premature Ejaculation, Gangbang, Lingerie, Rape, and CBT... all in all, a very kinky adventure.

Published 2024-03-14 21:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-08-01 02:07:32 UTC

Chapter One: White Glaze On A Cinnamon Roll

“Voilà!” Rarity exclaimed as she finished putting glaze onto the last cinnamon roll. With a big smile on her face, Rarity believed this would be it: The recipe for white glaze her little sister would love.

“I hope she'll like this one,” She said with glee. She'd tried many recipes and had discovered that her little sister was very attracted to desserts and candies that were salty in taste.

“Sweetie Belle! Could you come down here? There's something I want you to try out!” she shouted before rushing to take her apron off and clean the kitchen. Hiding ingredients and the recipe she'd written down was important. Her little sister might be a nice pony, but if she found this tasty, then Rarity needed to keep the recipe away from that greedy filly.

“Coming, Rarity!” Sweetie shouted from upstairs as her hooves were heard galloping across the ceiling towards the stairs. It always put a smile on Rarity's face to know Sweetie would always answer. Rarity was grateful that her little sister hadn't gone through a moody teen phase that could’ve harmed their family bond.

Sweetie was still the same innocent filly, and now she had finally become a grown mare (or almost, that is). Rarity thought it was due time for her sister to be more mature ish, and she hadn't yet filled twenty (which is the official end to one's teen years). Yet, luckily for Sweetie, the title of mare was only a few months away, and said maturity was sure to come with the 'little' surprise Rarity had hidden underneath her little sister's pillow.

“I'm here! What is it?” Sweetie Belle shouted excitedly, a little out of breath and... blushing? Sweetie had only just gotten home, has she already found the surprise? Rarity pondered, while using her magic to levitate the cinnamon rolls towards them both.

“I wanted you to try out this new white glaze recipe. You liked the last one because of its salty taste, so I wanted to experiment more in that direction.”

Sweetie took the cinnamon roll into her own magic and took a small bite. Rarity had a waiting expression on her face, but Sweetie on the other hoof was unable to convey all of her bottled up thoughts.

“It tastes very good. But, could we change the subject to something else before I go on?” Sweetie said, blushing as she experienced the salty taste of the glaze.

“I, uh... sure?” Rarity replied, clearly disappointed. She had expected a stronger reaction than just a quick comment and a shrug from her sister before changing the topic. With a smile and a nod, Rarity guided her sister into the living room.

“So, what would you like to talk about?” she said before sitting her alabaster behind onto the soft couch. With blue eyes looking into green, Sweetie sat down right beside her sister as she tried to speak her mind.

“It's about the... thing I found in my bedroom. I wanted to know why you’d give something like that to your own sister?” Sweetie whispered while looking away in embarrassment.

“Well, you'll soon be an adult... and I thought it would be a nice gift for you and Apple Bloom,” Rarity stated, while once again imagining the 35 cm long by 7 cm wide alabaster-coloured strap-on she’d bought for her maturing little sister.

“I... RARITY! I told you, you misunderstood us during truth or dare! Spike dared me and Apple Bloom to kiss. It was nothing more!” a clearly pissed off Sweetie shouted at Rarity, angry that her own sister would think her a filly fooler. With her own BFF no less!

“S-sorry, I just thought I should make it an option since you two seemed to enjoy it…” Rarity was now whispering as she realised the mistake her own romantic conclusions had created.

“No, we didn't... Did you forget about BUTTON! For Celestia's sake, I'm as normal as they come, you romantic dreamer!” She could only sink into the couch further as the arguments came flying. She had bought the toy a month before she became aware of her sister's relationship with the earth pony, Button Mash.

“Well, I did buy it before you introduced him. So... Do you think we could put it behind us as just a misunderstanding, somehow?” Rarity was in a tight spot and hoped Sweetie would show mercy and give her an easy escape.

Silence fell upon the two sisters as Sweetie began to think the situation through. She wasn't in the mood to make amends with Rarity, but at the same time, Rarity was a known romantic and surely just wanted the best for her.

“No... there are still things I need to figure out before you're in the clear,” she hissed, her body signalling to Rarity just how much frustration and anger she was holding back.

“Firstly, I want to know how you managed to make the measurements and colours of that toy match me?” She thought it would be the most gut-wrenching question, but Rarity, on the other hoof, found it to be more of a work question.

“Simple, we're almost copies of one another, so the colour was easy, though size was a bit more difficult. I took your recorded measurements from the gala we attended a while back and made some small guesses. That's one of the reasons the toy is multifunctional and adjustable,” Rarity coldly proclaimed.

“...Okay. I understand why it would be adjustable, but what do you mean by multifunctional?” A more calm and collected Sweetie asked. Now slightly over the shock as Rarity had made it clear: This was an old surprise that was made a little too quickly and at the wrong moment.

“It has many functions. It’s cumtube compatible, has a flare mode, can be connected to a vibrator for more pleasure, another dildo can be attached, and by Celestia, it creates a big double-ended dildo. It can also be made into a butt plug. I even have a crystal you can place on the end if you'd like to make it look a bit more ladylike,” Rarity enthusiastically explained.

“That's... quite the flexible dildo. But wouldn't the butt plug part just make me look like a common lady of the evening?” Sweetie asked, a little puzzled at her sister's suggestion.

“Nonsense, dear sister. I've seen plenty of high-end ladies wear such accessories to parties. Although, it's more often a smaller one with the crystal as the focus,” Rarity happily told her little sister, caught up in her own world as she reminisced about last year's Halloween party.

“Very funny, Rarity. Let me guess, by high end, you mean high-end harlot, don't you?!” Sweetie retorted, not in the mood for her big sister's antics.

“Enough of that! I'm sure Fleur de Lis would be very hurt by such a comment!” Rarity declared, irritated that Sweetie would think so lowly of ladies like Fleur de Lis.

“S-Sorry…” While shocked to discover that their shared idol was into something like that, Sweetie couldn't help but find the situation a little amusing, as the trait of drawing quick conclusions seemed to run in the family.

“Hold up, how did it get into the mansion? Wouldn't its existence harm our reputation as a wealthy and well-mannered sister duo? I'm sure Canterlot and Ponyville citizens would think very differently if this came out,” she asked, now more than a little curious about her sister's apparent ladylike and very unladylike connections to the dirty world of Equestria.

“So many questions. I should start by saying that a lady never snitches on her connections. But know that if you ever do get interested, then Derpy is the mare you need to contact. Oh, and I guess you're right, the toy would harm our reputation, so you can't throw it out as it'd be too risky.” Her little sister's interest had brought a smile to Rarity's face.

“But then what should I do with the toy?!” a confused Sweetie asked.

“If you're the straight filly you claim to be, then I'm sure you'll find its uses.” With a seductive twist to her voice, she looked at her little sister, aware that regardless of orientation, Sweetie was sure to enjoy the toy she'd been gifted.

“I, that's fair, I guess... Truce?”

“Truce… and again, I'm sorry I misunderstood you.” A soft smile fell upon both of the sisters as the awkwardness between them slowly seeped away.

“So, about the glaze. I love what you did with the consistency of it. It's not as solid as the first few times, and it has a lovely bitter taste!” she told Rarity with a beaming smile.

“That's good to hea-”

“But it's still a little too solid. I'd like it to be more of an egg white-like consistency, so it'll be easier to eat," Sweetie Belle interrupted.

Rarity levitated a few more cinnamon rolls into the living room. If she knew one thing, it was that Sweetie was easy to quiet down if one had the right food available. “I’m not sure how I’d make it more of a liquid, but I’ll give it a try,” Rarity said before tasting the glaze herself.

“I almost forgot, would it be alright for Button to come over for a sleepover this weekend?”

"Darling, isn't he too simple for a unicorn of your status?" Rarity sighed. She always wished the best for Sweetie and even her sister's friends, who had come over for sleepovers and told her about Button's childish 'intelligence' and behaviour.

“I know he isn't the sharpest, but I love that goof of a pony. So, can he come over?” Rarity was surprised at how unoffended her sister seemed by her calling Button simple. Maybe Sweetie was a romantic like herself?

“Yes, but try to keep him away from the antiques. I'm still on bad terms with three Canterlot sculptures because of his last visit!" How he’d managed to break three statues was beyond her. If she wants to be unladylike, then so be it! Rarity thought.

“Yessss, thanks. I'll go do my homework now,” Sweetie said before trotting back upstairs to her bedroom. Surely to do more than make homework, Rarity jokingly thought while setting up a pot of tea for herself.

*****

“It's only a precaution, just remember it will ensure their happiness in a worst-case scenario,” Rarity whispered tiredly, lost deep within Twilight's library. She had been researching for at least three hours, trying to find a way to help Button become a gentlecolt.

Rarity had recently been checking up on her sister to see if she’d become physically involved with her coltfriend. So far, Sweetie remained chaste, but she wanted to investigate one thing before Sweetie reached that stage in her relationship. How intellectually simple was Button?

Rarity had always believed physically impressive stallions to often be dull-minded and driven solely by their primal instincts. She felt it was her responsibility to determine whether Button Mash had succumbed to his own physical nature.

“Aha, here it is. 'Equine Biology: The Stallion Body.'” The very book she’d been searching for. Rarity knew the average size of a stallion based on her toys and past experiences. However, in this case, she wanted to be absolutely certain how Button compared to others. “Size, size, size... Ah, here we go: ‘Size and the various dimensions of a stallion's physical attributes.’”

“Average pony: 35,6 cm long by 7 cm in circumference. Average horse: 55,9 cm by 8,9 cm. Average shire: 71,1 cm by 12,7 cm. That's the phallus—now for the testicles,” she whispered to herself, slightly embarrassed as she reminisced about a previous partner. “Wow, Thunder really is smaller than average. Perhaps that's why he's one of the faster Wonderbolts?”

“Here we go, the average dimensions of testicles for different equine types. Average pony: 8 cm by 4 cm by 4 cm. Average horse: 10 cm by 6 cm by 5 cm. Average shire: 12 cm by 7 cm by 6 cm.” Rarity quietly jotted down a few notes before closing the book. Now, Rarity just needed some additional equipment in case Button proved to be simple-minded and wild.

…..

“That was surprisingly straightforward,” Rarity said as she walked out of Ponyville Hospital. She had visited the facility to acquire testicle implants from Nurse Redheart. Her argument was that she wanted to test them on her mannequins to gain an understanding of clothing for stallions. Now, with two briefcases filled with varying sizes of implants, Rarity walked home.

“I truly hope this won't be necessary,” Rarity whispered. “But I now have the necessary tools and spells from Twilight's own library, just in case.” The spells included a mix of both basic and advanced magic: a sleeping spell for beginners, a mind-swapping and mind-altering spell for potentially challenging situations, and lastly, a spell capable of body morphing.

Now there was only one final task to complete. “I must ensure that their privacy is limited by me occasionally interrupting them. Hopefully it should help maintain their innocence.”

In Rarity's eyes, the plan was foolproof. The couple would watch a film together in the living room before going back to Sweetie Belle's bedroom. The knowledge that Rarity could walk in at any moment would discourage any intimate activities. After that, Rarity would periodically walk past the door. Once she could hear the sound of snoring, she would initiate her plan.

*****

“I’m hooome!” Sweetie yelled through the mansion entrance, beside her was Button with his sleepover gear and other things he thought useful when alone with his marefriend. Including snacks, his and Sweetie Belle’s favourite candy and his hoodie that Sweetie likes to ‘borrow’.

“Wonderful, you made it!” Rarity exclaimed as the young ones returned just in time for dinner.

“It's good to see you again, Miss Rarity,” Button said, performing a small bow to show Rarity that he hadn't forgotten about the mistakes he made on his last visit.

“Nice to see you too. Sweetie, would you please escort Button to the dining room and wait for me? I'll be there as soon as I finish preparing the food.” Sweetie headed into the dining room, trotting past Rarity and Button. Seemingly forgetting about the escort part entirely.

“As oblivious as always, I suppose it runs in the family,” Rarity shrugged before locking eyes with Button. “Shall I take your luggage for you while we're at it?”

"Uh, sure," Button stammered before Rarity took his backpack and luggage off of him. With the tension rising, he decided it best to leave immediately. He trotted past Miss Rarity and into the dining room to find his marefriend, but stopped when Rarity commented.

"There's a statue to the left of the dining room door, try not to break it this time!" Rarity said, trying to sneak a look under his bushy tail as he hurried away. Unfortunately, it seemed that his immature behaviour extended to a lack of proper hair grooming. "By Princess Celestia, Applejack could be considered a proper lady compared to this simpleton of a hillbilly."

"Now, let's see what this colt is up to," Rarity said as she looked through Button's belongings. Snacks, a hoodie... What do we have here? Rarity internally rejoiced as she pulled out a pack of condoms with a note attached.

"Go get her, Tiger! From Rumble and Scootaloo." Rarity chuckled, amused by the message. She couldn't help but imagine how her sister would have reacted to reading such a note.

The package read, "10 medium-sized condoms. Vanilla flavoured, extra layers of safety, for stallions who like to go hard and cum even harder." It provided Rarity with more information about Rumble and Scootaloo's relationship than she might’ve liked. Nonetheless, Rarity was thinking it necessary to confiscate them to ensure Button wouldn't get any ‘frisky ideas’.

Now, I just have to make sure to teleport these to his bedroom. Rarity thought. Using some unicorn 101 magic, she quickly teleported the condoms to his bedroom and the luggage to her sister's room.

“Now, back to cooking,” Rarity reminded herself as she went into the kitchen.

…..

“Sorry for the wait, I had to take care of our guests' luggage on top of cooking,” Rarity apologised as she placed the warm pies on the table. “Fresh apple pie, straight from Applejack's farm, and some healthy snacks and red wine.”

“Actually, Miss Rarity, do you have something non-alcoholic? My mom would be furious if she found out I'd been drinking while visiting you, Miss Rarity, and Sweetie,” Button pleaded.

“Of course,” Rarity replied, and a can of water was teleported right in front of Button's dinner plate. “I understand, and I certainly don't want to cause any trouble with your mother.” I hope it's just alcohol she's concerned about. Rarity thought, before using her magic to levitate a slice of fresh apple pie onto her own plate.

As they enjoyed their meal, the plates slowly emptied, and Sweetie started to talk about how school had been going. “My grades are up, so my spot at the university should be secured!”

“That's wonderful to hear,” Rarity responded. “But remember, graduation isn't right around the corner yet, so it's important to stay focused and careful.” Rarity turned to Button Mash and asked, “And how are your grades coming along?” She already knew the answer, given the stories she’d heard from Sweetie's classmates about his obsession with video games.

“Fine, but nothing special to brag about... How's your business going?” Button asked, clearly eager to change the subject. Embracing his request, Rarity began to chat about endeavours within the fashion industry and beyond.

…..

Upon finishing the last piece of pie, Sweetie commented, “I think Button and I will excuse ourselves for the night. It's getting late, and we both have homework to focus on.”

“Of course,” Rarity replied. “Just be aware that I'll be doing housework for the next few hours. I have guests coming on Sunday, and I need to make sure the house is clean.” She wasn't lying, even though the arrangement had come after she had made her plan. Fluttershy, always a mare one could trust to help out in times of need.

The next few hours went by smoothly as Rarity cleaned up the kitchen and then proceeded to take care of the laundry. She’d intentionally saved all the laundry in the west wing for the mansion for today, ensuring that she would have to walk past her sister's door. After dust cleaning, Rarity could hear her dear sister softly snoring from within her bedroom.

“All right, time to prepare for this ordeal,” Rarity nervously reassured herself before trotting off towards her own bedroom.

…..

The equipment lay before her: a knife, sterilisation liquid, a cloth for the bottle of anaesthetic, two glass jars, one filled with preservation liquid, and an extra in case of breakage. She had a checklist to ensure she wouldn’t forget anything, along with an entire briefcase of implants from Redheart. Additionally, there were condoms included for ‘unexpected situations’. “Okay, that should be everything... I hope they're sound asleep!” Rarity nervously told herself.

Taking a short trip down the halls of her house, she quickly arrived in front of Sweetie's room. Shivering slightly, Rarity arranged her equipment in a neatly sorted pile beside the door. She then placed a small blanket and pillow onto the floor, ensuring that Sweetie wouldn't wake up from the sensation of their cold floor. Laying her own body onto the blanket, Rarity positioned herself in a resting position. Unicorn magic was powerful, but Rarity knew that stress could influence even the most potent spells. She activated her horn, and a steady stream of blue magic seeped through the wall into her sister's room—casting a simple sleeping spell onto Sweetie and Button Mash.

“Okay, now I just have to switch my mind with hers... it should be simple. After all, if a young Twilight Sparkle could do it, why shouldn't I?” Before any doubts could consume her, Rarity placed her head on the pillow and began quietly repeating the spell.

…..

Heat surrounded her, more intense than what she’d experienced in the hallway, or even in her own bed. A slow and strong heartbeat and musk filled her ears and nose, respectively. Now in Sweetie’s body, Rarity slowly opened her sister's tired eyes. Before her lay a fluffy chest, and right above her head... Buttons' big head rested on top of Sweetie’s horn. With her heart practically pounding in her throat, Rarity carefully wriggled herself free from beneath him and only then dared to cast yet another sleeping spell on him.

“I can't believe you’d let him sleep on your horn. Do you have no pride as a unicorn?!" Rarity snorted at the earth pony in front of her. The room around her was practically coated in a thick layer of Buttons' aroma, with whatever deodorant he’d arrived wearing seemingly having long since lost the battle of holding back his poor earth pony smell.

"Does this colt have no idea what shampoo is?" Rarity wondered, "I guess it explains why his tail is so bushy," she retorted, trying to justify at least some of his appearance before a whiff of his primal stallion musk entered her nose once more.

Quietly and with the elegance of a lady, Rarity raised herself off the bed and turned her gaze towards the bedroom door. Only five metres away, her sister now lay in her body, alongside her items. As she took the first step away from the bed, she felt a noticeable swinging motion from between her sister's hind legs. Blushing, she marked her little sister's alabaster face with a visible red hue that even the darkness couldn’t completely conceal.

She turned on the bedroom lights and took a quick glance around the room before her eyes landed on the large crystal mirror. Turning her back towards it, Rarity slowly lifted Sweetie’s pink tail. It’d been quite some time since Sweetie had learned how to properly tug her tail like a mature mare, rarely showing off anything, not even to her. Beneath the well-trimmed tail lay a pair of tightly closed lips, almost identical to Rarity's own, only with a slightly lighter shade of grey. Just below them were Sweetie's breasts. Rarity exclaimed in a mix of awe and envy, “Since when did she outgrow me!?”

Caught in the moment of admiring how Sweetie had turned into a fine lady, Rarity couldn't help but take a closer look at Sweetie's body. From her tight anus to her petite entrance, all the way down to her large yet firm breasts. Just as Rarity was about to lose herself in her own thoughts, she was startled when the pussy lips in the mirror winked back at her.

Regaining her composure, Rarity quickly stopped herself from exploring Sweetie any further. “Goodness, what am I doing?” the embarrassed mare murmured. With a swift motion, Rarity let her tail fall back into place and turned towards the door to retrieve the items.

Flustered yet determined, Rarity slowly lowered the blanket to the marble floor, exposing the colt for her to study. "Now, let's have a closer look at you, Button," Rarity whispered as green magic from her sister's horn enveloped his body, gently positioning the larger colt onto his back with his legs spread open. Rarity took her first glimpse of his stallionhood.

"Hmm, they don't appear to be excessively large or disproportionate," Rarity pondered. She opened her briefcase containing implants and began comparing them to the foal makers in front of her. While the brown sack was veiny and appeared to be full to capacity, Rarity couldn't quite justify comparing them to the size of the horse or shire implants.

"They seem to be perfectly average, measuring 8 cm by 4 cm by 4 cm... If it's not related to this, then why is he such a simpleton?" Lost in thought, she gently massaged his foal makers with her sister's magic, attempting to assess both how stuffed they were with sperm and to uncover any concealed factors that she may have overlooked.

As Rarity continued her examination of Button, she couldn't help but notice a musky scent emanating from his sheath, just above his testicles. It piqued her curiosity, prompting her to further explore this intriguing discovery. Utilising her sister's green magic, she gently stroked the emerging stallionhood, causing a mixture of fascination and surprise to wash over her.

Remembering that this aspect also needed attention, she retrieved a condom from her items and carefully positioned it over the slumbering colt, grateful that she’d also purchased a pack of the XL size. She could now focus on understanding the source of Button's behaviour.

Rarity reached for a measuring tape, intent on determining the true dimensions of Button's impressive length. She observed with astonishment as the tape indicated a staggering 50 centimetres in length and 8 centimetres in diameter. The upper portion of his shaft rivalling the length of her sister's legs, showcasing the sheer magnitude of his proportions.

What struck Rarity even more was the jaw-droppingly thick medial ring dividing his massive organ. This revelation left her truly awestruck, a clear indication that his horse-sized member was the driving force behind his inability to become a gentlecolt.

Rarity gently applied the anaesthetic-infused cloth to Button's testicles. She understood the magnitude of her role as an overbearing yet caring sister and was determined not to inflict any unnecessary pain on him. With the foal makers now gleaming under the liquid's effects, she waited for the anaesthesia to work.

While Rarity waited for the anaesthesia to take effect, she directed her attention back to his impressive stallionhood. A mix of emotions filled Rarity as she contemplated the necessary actions that lay ahead. “I’m sorry for what I’m about to do, but I’m sure you’ll thank me later.” A small amount of pre-cum spurt into the condom elicited a blush across her face, which brought a smile onto her blushing face.

Looking down, Rarity used her green magic to pick up the knife. She delicately pressed the blade against Button's skin, creating a small, controlled slit in the middle. With some gentle movements, she guided his first testicle through the slit. It appeared to be average, but she couldn't help but notice the intricate network of veins that adorned it. “Shall I assume your mother is making sure you don't sin by ejaculation as well?” Rarity playfully remarked, referencing their earlier conversation during dinner, teasing Button about his mother's vigilance in preventing any sinful behaviour.

Using her magic, Rarity levitated a piece of medical string towards the exposed testicle. She skillfully looped the string around the cord, tightening it as close to Button's body as possible. She tied it with a knot, effectively cutting off the blood flow. As she completed the knot, Rarity couldn't help but express her frustration, "You better be thankful, Button, you've no idea how difficult it was for me to get my hooves on these strings."

Slowly, she floated the knife towards his exposed orb, but instead of cutting it off right away, she put the knife down and squeezed out the other testicle. With the same skill, Rarity quickly tied it up like its twin.

Admiring her own hoofwork, she took the knife up in her magic and took up his bigger jewel, which had already grown cold to the touch. Fondling it around one last time, Rarity began to slice through the cord, close to the knot she had tied. In a hurry, she put the cold foal maker into the preservation jar, before turning her attention back to its twin.

“And now for the last test- oh my, is he actually flaring?!” Rarity gasped, when she turned her attention towards the tower in front of her. Now more intimidating than ever, as the head had flared into the size of a dinner plate!

“Seems like he truly is nothing but a stallion one can set out to stud.” She giggled through her disappointment, as much of his past behaviour was brought to the forefront of her mind. Not to mention that his body was dictating for him to try and rut at this critical moment.

“It’s to be expected, I guess… but to think that all of his worth as a pony would be between his hind legs, what a shame.” As her rambling went on, his lengthy tower started to drip a constant flow of precum, internally making Rarity happy to have placed a condom on him, now it seemed that his instincts were just waiting for that last push towards a climax.

“You know what, future gelding,” she whispered, while stroking her gelding knife along the intact cord. “I’ll make sure you’re moulded into a perfect gentlecolt, one Sweetie can proudly show off in Canterlot.” Upon the mention of Canterlot, Rarity used her magic and severed the last productive foal maker from its endowed partner.

On cue, Button Mash’s member pulsed, and rope after rope of virgin foal batter blasted forth from his flare and into the condom at an impressive pace, filling it faster than any of Rarity’s coltfriends could’ve done. Wanting to make the scene intriguing, Rarity started to magically shrink the length of his spear down to a small sword that not even an average colt would try to show off. As she’d shrunk him down to half of his prior in length, yet retaining his width, she ceased her torment, admitting that Sweetie should at least have something to enjoy.

While she finished putting an identical pair of implants in, Rarity filled the foal batter into one of her jars. “I should at least give him the chance to sire foals,” Rarity guiltily admitted, and as a last farewell gift she looked the gentlecolt-sized member over once more.

“Can’t leave his flare all drenched like that, now can we. Good thing I put a condom on, wouldn’t want to test Sweetie’s gag reflex, now would we,” Rarity teasingly stated, before devouring his petite geldinghood. With experience she’d gained with her former coltfriend Thunderlane, Rarity made quick work of cleaning up all of the excess cum. Combining the fellatio with her work at hoof, casting a memory spell on Button so he wouldn’t see anything wrong with his new size.

Upon swallowing his impressively thick load, Rarity exclaimed, “Yuck, talk about a poor taste, does this colt eat nothing but junk food!” Never had she tasted something quite as distasteful as his foul seed. Angrily, she looked at the glass that contained his seed and fired a beam of magic at it. With a fiery passion, Rarity made sure to change the taste into more of a normal stallion flavour. Upon making it more watery and sweet, Rarity accidentally went into memory lane and made it a little more salty as well, like Thunderlane's small loads had been.

“Got to make sure to have Sweetie promise his diet changes, can’t have her experience that taste herself… I have to make sure to brush my little sister’s teeth before I switch back!” Rarity realised as she remembered, the horrible taste wasn’t lingering in her mouth, but rather in her sister! She shrugged it off for now, and once again looked over her hoofwork. “Voilà, implants to make him a gentlecolt and a Short! Chubby! Dick!”

His chubbiness was a little uncivil for her taste. But then again, just because a stallion is a gentlecolt doesn't mean they'll be petite. Rarity simply believed a lady should go for a petite gentlecolt, just like how she'd gone for Thunderlane and Trenderhoof back when she’d been dating. It's a shame that they both decided to focus on their careers. Both were small and perfect, but then again, she is grateful that they'd given her the opportunity to focus on her work as well. She'd read from books and experienced firsthand that such petite gentlecolts were the most charming. It would keep Sweetie from experiencing womb pounding as well, Rarity reminded herself.

“Mmm, womb pounding,” Rarity whispered as she thought back on the intense experience she had during a one night stand with Blueblood. It’d make any mare extremely primal, but Rarity believed that no lady should be degraded to an animal-like state. A wink from her sister's body snapped her out of her daydream.

“Wonder how his release tastes now? I've read that geldings should be more bitter. Ohh, how I hope that is true. My darling little sister has such a taste for salty bitterness... as long as it's not his current taste though,” Rarity said, as the sensation once again flared up in her mouth.

“Right, better get to cleaning my mouth then,” Rarity said before jumping off the bed. All of the evidence quickly teleported to her room before she went to the Sweetie’s bathroom, with the swaying motion and the sound of fluids gushing out of her prevalent with every step.

…..

Soon after, Rarity was once again in her own body. She had finished casting a spell on the jar containing Button Mash's seed to ensure its virility, and then hid it somewhere safe within the kitchen, to make sure temperature changes wouldn’t affect the small swimmers.

She now lay in her warm bed, in front of her were the balls of Button, safely preserved in a glass with plenty of preservation fluids. They had long since grown cold, yet the veins were still bulging with seed that would now never have the chance to honour a mare. “Sorry, Miss Cream Heart, but this is for the good of your son,” Rarity remarked before placing his jewels below her bed, safely tucked away just as she was.

As she fell asleep, silence once again descended upon the mansion. Rarity slept peacefully, while Sweetie slept and dreamt of her future with Button Mash.

Meanwhile, Button Mash had dreamt of being intimate with Sweetie throughout the ordeal. Unknowingly reacting to Rarity instead of Sweetie Belle, neither Sweetie nor Button would know it, but Button pitching a tent might’ve been all that’d been between him staying a stallion and becoming a gelding.

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Chapter Two: Curiosity Killed The Colt

It was early morning on a sunny Saturday. The birds were chirping outside her crystal windows, and the sun was lighting up her room oh so nicely. Paying the architect extra to install magical windows that allow sound in only one direction had truly been worth it. Everything was peaceful as the winter chill made the room just the right temperature.

“Hmm, what’s that smell?” She commented before poking her head out from under the warm covers of her bed. The smell of someone baking became more prominent by the second. Bracing herself for the cold, Rarity stretched her tired body and threw off the covers, revealing her morning hair and body to the cold air.

“That filly had better not burn down the kitchen again,” Rarity said, addressing no one in particular, while stretching her tired body. She quickly cast a spell to fix her hair and then checked on her secret.

Below the bed lay the veiny jewels that once belonged to Button, but were now hers to treasure. “...Good, they’re right where I left them yesterday.”

…..

"Alright, you two, what're you up to down here!" a clearly tired Rarity shouted before entering the kitchen.

"Perfect timing, sis. Button here is showing me how to cook those cinnamon rolls you always make for me," Sweetie rejoiced. In her magic, she held a finished roll covered in a heavy layer of thick white glaze, held in place by her sister's green magic.

"I wanted to ask permission from you to use the kitchen, but we didn't want to wake you up since you'd done so much work the evening before." While his thought was well-placed, it was also a white lie, as Sweetie had convinced him they shouldn't disturb Rarity in any way when she's in the middle of her beauty sleep.

"I... Thank you, you two. I really did need that sleep after what transpired last night." A smile spread on everypony's muzzle, particularly on Sweetie's as she took another big bite of the sweet cinnamon roll, practically covering her snout in white glaze.

Rarity tried to stifle a giggle upon seeing her sister's covered muzzle but failed, as even Button seemed to notice just how silly Sweetie looked.

Shifting her attention to the colt, Rarity looked him over. From the shifting of his hind hooves, it seemed he was at least somewhat confused about the missing mass. Rarity felt a little happy that the former stud's instincts were changing in real-time.

With that out of the way, Rarity started to really look at him. His fur was trimmed, and his mane was no longer as bushy as it had been the day before. Either he had seriously given himself a makeover in the early morning hours, or Sweetie had finally decided to make Button a presentable coltfriend.

"So, when did you two wake u-" Rarity froze as she spotted it: a big glass jar on the counter, now almost empty of its contents.

"Um, Button… Where did you find that jar?!" Rarity asked through gritted teeth.

"Oh this, I found it in the-" Before Button could finish, the sound of a loud smash echoed throughout the kitchen. The jar made contact first with Button's tail, and in quick succession, with the tiled floor.

A shocked Rarity, with eyes the size of dinner plates, quietly whispered, "By Celestia, no..."

Sweetie, sensing the tension building, just like last time Button broke something, tried to prevent a big scene between Rarity and Button by teleporting the mess into the trash can, unknowingly freaking out Rarity even more.

"Th-There, all clean as if nothing happened, right sis?" Only silence followed as Rarity looked lost in thought at where the geldings' last fertile foal batter had been.

"Sweetie, I think we should leave..." Button whispered into his marefriend's ear. With only silence from Rarity, Sweetie silently agreed with Button and slowly backed out, away from the frozen Rarity.

How long she had looked at the floor, not even she knew. Only when the sound of dripping 'glaze' started was she broken out of her trance. "How foolish could I be to hide it within the kitchen..."

"Oh by Luna's moon... I just made my little sister's coltfriend infertile!" With the 'glaze' on the cinnamon rolls and the rest in the dumpster both contaminated, there was nothing left she could use to make Button a sire. This was only made more apparent by the overly covered cinnamon rolls in front of her.

"I... I guess I could at least let them enjoy the leftovers." She said out of breath, with her heart practically in her throat, before teleporting the cinnamon rolls to the gelding's own bedroom, the most likely location for them to have run to.

*****

"Alright, darling, now sloooowly tell me what's happened." The yellow mare had arrived a good two hours after the young couple had left for Ponyville. During those hours, not much progress had been made on Rarity's front as she’d practically broken down from the amount of stress coursing through her veins. Now a sobbing mess, Fluttershy was trying her best to make her BFF spill the beans on why she looked like she’d been dumped at the altar.

"Fluttershy... I don't know if I can," Rarity sobbed. "I can't bring myself to admit what I have done!" They were in her bed, with Rarity tightly rolled up in a ball below the bed covers, with only her horn sticking out onto the pillows.

"Listen, if it's about Button breaking yet another statue and you shouting him out of the mansion, then I'm sure you'll come to terms eventually." While not under the covers, the Pegasus mare tried her best to comfort her friend by being the big spoon and putting her wings over her body to try and warm her up further.

The unicorn softly retorted from beneath her hiding spot, "I-It's not so much about what he broke... but rather what I broke."

"Go on, my dear. I'm all ears." With more of Rarity's head sticking out, Fluttershy slowly laid herself down to nuzzle up against Rarity's neck, making sure not to offend her by putting weight on her alabaster horn.

"You know how us ladies always desire companionship with gentlecolts."

"Yes, for those with self-control and the will to keep their urges in check, like my husband Big Mac or your former coltfriend, Thunderlane."

"W-Well, I wanted to check whether or not Button fell into that category... and if he didn't, well..." Luckily for Rarity, the Pegasus mare wasn't able to see the growing red glow that was deepening on her cheeks.

"Something tells me that talking with Sweetie about her breaking up with Button isn't where this is going."

"I, um, I kinda went mediaeval on him... if that makes sense."

"Rarity, I talked with Sweetie and Button in Ponyville before flying to you. Do you really think I wouldn't notice how his musk wasn't breaking through his deodorant at this time of day, like it normally does?"

"YOU KNEW!" Taken off guard, Fluttershy was thrown halfway across the bed by Rarity violently bucking her. "By Celestia, if you can tell, then who else might figure out what I've done!" Rarity was hyperventilating at this point, sweating profusely from the thoughts of what might happen to her when it became public news.

"Fluttershy, I..." Rarity was interrupted by a sudden yellow flash, and before she knew it, she was being tackled and found herself once again in a foetal position on the bed, with Flutter holding her tightly.

"Shh, breathe, breathe. I only knew because I've seen this before, okay," Fluttershy whispered reassuringly to the panicking Rarity.

"What d-do you mean?" Rarity asked, confused and shivering.

"My dear, I'm an animal caretaker, and that's how I know. And why do you think Miss Redheart gave you those implants so willingly?" Fluttershy explained.

"You... how do you know I got implants from Nurse Redheart?" The situation was becoming increasingly bizarre; Fluttershy seemed so calm about all of this. But Rarity couldn't ignore the fact that she had gelded a young colt for Celestia’s sake.

"Rarity, geldings are more common in Ponyville than you might think. While your inauguration into this club was quite unexpected, I can assure you that your secret won't come out."

With her breathing under control once again, the alabaster mare turned her gaze upwards and into Fluttershy’s cyan coloured eyes. "You mean... that you've also been through this?"

“Yes, I have. Why do you think Discord has calmed down so much over the past few years?” Fluttershy revealed

"Because we defeated him and got him to see reason... Right?" Rarity questioned.

"No, my dear. I seduced and pacified him the first chance I got... and he still doesn't know," Fluttershy confessed.

"I don't really know how to process this, Fluttershy... it's a lot to take in," Rarity admitted, feeling overwhelmed.

"I'll be here all day, so take your time." Seizing the opportunity to let the silence settle, Rarity nestled under Fluttershy's wing, finding comfort in the sound of her friend's soft heartbeat.

…..

Rarity and Fluttershy had decided to move into the bubble bath and sauna area of the house, Rarity wanting to soak off the sweat, and Flutter arguing it would be at least a slight return to their normal routine.

With only their heads visible above the bubbles, Rarity's body had finally started to respond like it usually did. "I still can't fathom you, Fluttershy... it just doesn't seem like you," Rarity said, breaking the silence that had persisted for well over an hour.

"It was a one-time thing, Rarity, but I agree with you that I sound way more down-to-earth about this than I should... I guess it's because everypony within the club knows about the rest of the involved mares."

"Normalised over time, I see." Rarity wasn't oblivious to what her friend was talking about; it was like with herself and how fashion worked. You talk often enough about something, and in the end, you won't react in the manner others would expect you to.

"Fluttershy, who else is in this club, and who've they gelded?"

"Are you sure you want to know so soon? You deserve to know, of course, but you just had a panic attack an hour ago?" the concerned mare retorted, not sure if Rarity was prepared to know the other mares involved.

"I don't care, I at least want to know the mare's names..."

"Alright then... There are four, besides us two: First, we have Redheart, who's the only mare to have gelded more than one male... guess it comes with the job description."

"Okay, that one seemed obvious, and it also explains why she gave me such a variety of those implants... who's next?"

"Second is Mayor Mare, believe it or not, but she actually has gelding as a secret punishment for stallions she deems too dangerous."

"Sounds pretty illegal... but then again, I'm not really one to judge, who's next?"

"Third is Cheerilee, her inauguration was the most violent one, as we all had to hold her back from gelding more than just the main target of her anger in Sweetie Belle's class. Poor Truffle Shuffle, his pampering ended up pushing her into wickedness, Cheerilee even made his dick permanently limp with a potion."

"... The others seem reasonable to some extent, but don't you think she should at least be forced to step down as a teacher? I mean, you have Mayor Mare in the club after all?"

"We have tried, and as far as we can tell, she will once Sweetie Belle's class graduates."

"That's good to hear, and who's the last then?"

"We only know her through Redheart, as she has refused to chat with any of us whenever we've tried to share our sorrows for what we've done. The last mare is Spoiled Rich. She made sure to raise her daughter, Diamond Tiara, to treat her coltfriend Snails as if he were a gelding. To our knowledge, poor Snails has been a gelding for the longest among our victims." Silence once again spread throughout the sauna room, this time with both mares wanting time to think.

Rarity found everything Fluttershy said surprising to some extent, but she couldn't exactly blame any of them. After all, she had gelded Button with a smile on her lips.

"So, what should I do now?" Rarity asked, hoping for a way out of this mess, an insurance policy that would ensure Button would forever remain oblivious.

"You do nothing. As long as having foals isn't on the table for those two, you treat him as if nothing had ever happened... and if they do consider having foals, then contact me. I'll make sure to guide you through any future mess you might encounter."

"Thanks, Fluttershy. I always knew I could count on you." Rarity smiled at her friend and went in for a hug. Fluttershy returned the favour, embracing her with wings and all.

"I'm your BFF, my dear, a lady just like you, though animal caring is my lifestyle."

"Animal caretaker... Is Angel by any chance?"

"RARITY, be quiet and enjoy the bubbles... but yes, he's a bunny after all." A soft giggle passed between them as their embrace and friendship deepened once more.

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Chapter Three: A Heated Birthday Party

"What a ludicrous season, draining all of my stock like this!" Rarity was standing before her mirror, putting on her perfume for the third time that day. A more down-to-earth pony would probably not have minded just smelling as is, but Rarity was a lady, and as a proper mare, she would make sure that the smell of heat would be suppressed.

Just like with most seasons, Rarity went into heat at the start of April. A normal occurrence for most mares, for her, however, it was dreadful. How was she supposed to make dresses when the material around her would end up smelling like sex by the time it hit an exhibition?

"...And there goes my favourite brand." The perfume bottle fell into the trash can, the last of her Miss Celestia collection. As a fellow alabaster mare, Rarity always loved to read about the princess's own fashion and everyday life. Celestia having made her own perfume brand was just the cherry on top. Sadly, it would be months before her brand would relaunch.

She closed down her shop for the day once more before time, feeling herself tired and sore as she'd yet to take her potion. It was a lovely potion which, in simple terms, cancelled one's heat, and it had been created by none other than one of her friends, Twilight Sparkle. The downside to it was that it couldn't be taken before the halfway point of one's season. Which left her and many other mares to fend off their instincts until they could finally take it.

*****

Locking the front door behind her, she had barely managed to turn around before she heard the unmistakable sound of hooves above her. She teleported the spring dress to her room and prepared herself for what was surely to come. "Rarity! Rarity, I've got something to tell."

"So excited, whatever could the reason be?" Rarity joked, as her little sister's sparkling eyes had already revealed too much.

"Well, since my twentieth birthday is the day after tomorrow, I wondered if it would be alright for me to hold a big party at the mansion?" Sweetie pleaded with her big sister. Both of them knew that the mansion was filled with a whole variety of stuff a party shouldn't be near... But then again, it was by far big enough to accommodate plenty with all of the guest rooms.

"May I ask how many ponies exactly you plan on inviting, Mrs. Sweetie Belle?" A stern voice answered back. If such a party were to take place, a lot of preparation would have to be done within their mansion. It might have been before the spring fashion season hit full force, but this was still a bit sudden, even for Sweetie.

"I was thinking of inviting Button, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Babs Seed at the very least, and of course, I'll give the three mares the option to bring a plus one. Outside of those four, I was thinking of inviting Silver Spoon, Diamond Tiara, and Dinky Hooves as well." Sweetie said as she put on a large smile for her big sis.

"That's seven mares, your coltfriend, and possibly an extra six guests, most likely stallions..." With silence falling upon the two, Rarity took a good look at her sister. Sweetie had surely become a rebel, but as long as alcohol didn't enter the party, then it should be fine.

"At least you didn't invite all thirty of your classmates. That would have been too much, even for our house to handle." Rarity sighed, yet another stressful thing she’d have to think about.

"Yayyy! Thank you so much, sis. Don't worry, we'll make sure to stay orderly!" Sweetie trotted off with a happy jump on her hooves.

As a soon-to-be grown mare, Sweetie knew that Rarity expected her to do the preparations. All Rarity had to do would be to leave the premises while the party took place, which put Rarity a little more at ease, her spring dress might still get done on time, Rarity hoped.

She walked past the kitchen and made her way upstairs, towards her master bedroom and the soon-to-be-teleported message. "It's only been a few months... Fluttershy, I really hope you know what you're doing because I'm lost," Rarity whispered, sweating bullets as her sister's party would take place in the middle of the mating season.

She finished up the letter and teleported it off to Ponyville, noting at the end that she would visit for guidance while the birthday party was to take place. "Her birth hour is in the evening if I remember correctly... Hmm, should I tease her a little in front of her friends?"

*****

"So, is everything ready?" Rarity was preparing herself to meet Sweetie's guests and also for her little trip down to Ponyville, where a certain yellow Pegasus was waiting for her.

"Yep! The food is ready, the bedrooms have been prepared, our theatre is set for a good movie evening if we fancy it, and most of all, the cake is primed and ready to be eaten," Sweetie beamed with energy. The preparation had been tough, but she'd made it just in time.

"And is the jewellery in place?" Rarity asked shyly, not sure if her earlier request had been too much for her sister.

“It’s… It’s as you instructed,” Sweetie responded with a blush, turning around to show that she’d inserted the alabaster toy into her marehood. The pink crystal matched the soon-to-be adult mare’s pink mane, just as Rarity’s own toy sported a purple crystal on its end.

“I’m still unsure, sister. I mean, it’s bigger than Button Mash… Wouldn’t it be disrespectful for me to stretch my love cave with something so much larger than him?” Sweetie asked. Rarity presented a smile and shook her head softly, assuring Sweetie that the pleasure she and Button shared was secondary; love was the true bond that would keep them together.

“Now remember, no alcoh—” Rarity was cut off as the distinct sound of their doorbell echoed throughout the mansion. "...Seems like the first guests have arrived. Sweetie, would you do the honours?" Rarity asked her little sister, who was playing host this time around.

Trotting over, Sweetie opened the door to find her coltfriend waiting outside. Button had been instructed to arrive a bit early, as Sweetie wanted the other guests to see her and her coltfriend as the two hosts of the party.

"Button! I was starting to worry you'd gotten caught up talking about games with Rumble again," Sweetie laughed, playfully jabbing at Button and Rumble's gaming friendship.

"Sweetie, please... Rumble had to leave early to get ready with Scootaloo, I'm sure," Rarity interjected, giggling at the blushing colt's response.

"Sorry, but I'm here now, all trimmed and ready!" Button trotted in a small circle, proudly showing off his neatly trimmed tail and freshly washed fur. Rarity had to admit, he was indeed turning into quite the presentable gentlecolt.

Before the couple could engage in their own little show of affection, another ring from the doorbell was heard. Trotting back over, Sweetie opened the door now with Button at her left side, taking the position of co-host as Rarity had instructed.

“Sweetie! Happy birthday!” Four ponies burst into the mansion—two mares immediately hugging her surprised sister while Button greeted the two stallions. Scootaloo and Rumble, along with the couple Apple Bloom and Tender Taps, had arrived together, evidenced by the sound of a carriage departing from outside the mansion's gates.

“Scootaloo, you made it! I was worried practice might have held you back?” The orange mare simply laughed it off, assuring her that she wouldn’t let a sore body stop her from celebrating her friend's twentieth birthday, no matter what.

“This coltfriend of mine did try to convince me to stay home, actually,” Scootaloo remarked, nodding toward Rumble, who fired back a playful retort, clearly enjoying his marefriend’s spirited nature.

“Only because your wings kept getting stuck. I had to massage this stubborn Pegasus for an hour to make her not grunt in pain whenever she fluttered her wings.” Rumble put his wing over her, gently nuzzling into his marefriend’s cheek.

Seizing the opportunity to close their conversation, Button guided the pair toward the snacks Rarity had prepared for them, the couple giving a small bow as they passed by her. “Good evening, ma'am,” Rumble said softly, the handsome stallion showcasing the social graces he'd honed at the many parties he and Scootaloo had attended as Wonderbolts.

“Charming young lad,” Rarity whispered to herself.

Back at the door, Sweetie was chatting with Apple Bloom about the heat season and how it must be dreadful for farmer ponies. It was a conversation poor Tender Taps seemed uncomfortable with, as he remained silent at his marefriend’s side. Time passed as the ponies chatted away.

When the clock hit seven o'clock, another ring was heard from the doorbell. Outside stood four ponies: Silver Spoon with her coltfriend, Snips, at her side, and Diamond Tiara with her coltfriend, Snails, at her side. The four guests hugged Sweetie and greeted Button, and then promptly went to meet up with the others. “Now we’re just missing Babs,” Sweetie noted, as she and her sister continued chatting with Button about the upcoming menu.

Two minutes before the clock reached eight, a violent knock was heard on the door—not the doorbell, but a thump on the oak wood itself. “Sorry, we’re so, so sorry,” gasped Babs Seed, the exhausted earth pony breathing heavily as a tall stallion landed beside her.

“Breathe, Babs. I’ll do the talking if you don’t mind,” Featherweight said as he stepped closer to Babs, allowing the shorter mare to lean against his slim frame.

“What took you so long? I was starting to worry you wouldn't arrive,” Sweetie inquired.

“Sorry, we had a few unexpected... events this morning,” Featherweight explained, his cheeks tinting with a blush. He gave his friend Button a hoof-shake, looking between Rarity and Sweetie.

"Unexpected? I hope it's not anything too ba—" Rarity began, stopping herself as she laid eyes on the feather around Babs' neck. "By Celestia... you proposed?!" Rarity looked on in awe as the young couple nuzzled against each other affectionately.

The other mares came trotting over as they overheard Rarity's exclamation, surrounding their friend. "Proposed... you're engaged?!" Sweetie beamed at Babs, springing forth to hug her enthusiastically. "By the moon, when, how, why?" The questions flew from the other girls, Babs seeking refuge under Featherweight's wings as her embarrassment grew.

"Ladies, give her some space. Let the girl breathe," Rarity interjected, using her magic to gently push away the excited mares.

"I proposed this morning when we realised that... Well," Featherweight hesitated. Instead of finishing his sentence, Babs proudly showed off her flank, revealing a small paternity mark tattoo resembling just below her own cutie mark, resembling Featherweights cutie mark.

Shocked gasps filled the room, "YOU'RE PREGNANT!!!" they chanted in unison.

"I proposed when the test came back positive, and she wanted a tattoo... it took some time to get it all done," Featherweight explained, hinting at the preservation spell the feather carried.

Chatter filled the room as the stallions congratulated Featherweight, with the mares flocking around Babs, eager for her to spill the tea on just what had happened. The mare was reticent with details, although her pride in having been with a Pegasus shone through now and then.

Rarity was on her way out the door when she passed by Featherweight, the stallion a good bit taller than her, his legs dwarfing her own. His brown tail was well-trimmed, a length any pony of his stature should be proud of; however, what truly caught her attention was what his slim yet long tail attempted to conceal. Beneath it, a set of impressively endowed family jewels hung low—big enough to possibly make a stallion like Big Macintosh blush.

"By Princess Celestia…" she whispered, concealing her face behind her purple mane as a blush appeared on her alabaster cheeks. She quickly grabbed her bag and teleported to Ponyville, hoping that no one had noticed her fleeting glance at the young stallion.

*****

“Ahhh, Fluttershy, my dear, since when does Sweet Apple Acres have a jacuzzi?” Rarity asked, relaxing in the warm water alongside the yellow Pegasus.

“It took some convincing, but Applejack decided to have it installed after I married Big Mac,” Fluttershy said, leaning her head back over the edge of the jacuzzi. She had arrived many hours earlier. At that time, Rarity had been eager to learn about Fluttershy’s plans, but Fluttershy knew better. Chaos only made Rarity more stubborn, and she needed to be flexible for the plan to work.

“Speaking of your husband, Big Macintosh, it seems your heat has passed. Did he finally solidify the marriage?” Rarity inquired, a hint of envy in her voice for her friend who had found her own resolution to the ongoing mating season.

“He almost made me black out before he finally flared. A gentlecolt in public and a beast in bed—what more could I ask for?” Fluttershy giggled, massaging her sore thighs and rear, acknowledging that farmer ponies were truly a breed of their own.

“A rare type of gentlecolt. I’m envious; it’s not common for big studs like him to be so calm.”

“Like a rare flower—just don’t expect me to lend him to you,” Fluttershy teased, her friends’ heat discernible beneath the wonderful aroma of her shampoo.

“Charming, though speaking of this mating season, don’t you think it’s about time for you to tell me about your grand plan?” Rarity inquired, her head sticking through the bubbles to look at her yellow Pegasus friend.

“Just take it as it comes, my dear. You might find some of what I have to say improper.”

A simple nod was all she received as her unicorn friend levitated over a clipboard for notes.

“To start with, my dear, you’ll have to single out one of the males at Sweetie Belle’s birthday party who’s not a gelding—a stallion whose seed you can use on Sweetie to breed her fat.”

“I… I’m fairly certain I know who to pick. What’s next?” she asked while writing down a name.

“Wonderful, now for the actual plan. You’ll arrive back at your mansion late, without anypony seeing you; this is important. You must get close enough to use your magic without getting spotted. Once you are within range, you will use a specific sleeping spell on the entire house. It will make them fall asleep without batting an eyelid at how tired they got all of a sudden.

“I assume it alters their minds in that case, making it so they fall asleep quickly while the magic makes their brain tell them it's simply because of exhaustion?”

“Correct,” Fluttershy responded, the two mares stepping out of the jacuzzi to get dried off, drying each other off as the moist air escaped out the open window above.

….

“So, everybody is now asleep; I’m inside and have found my target for the night. What should I do then, Fluttershy?” Rarity lay on Fluttershy’s large bedroom sofa, the two mares close to each other for comfort and support.

“You’ll use this.” Fluttershy handed the unicorn a small piece of paper; on it was a list of spells for her to use—some she recognized, others she didn’t.

“I’ll switch bodies with the stallion?! I don’t know, Fluttershy. My sister is one thing since she’s a mare, but this is a virile male we're talking about.”

“It’s an easy in and out; you take over his body, use it to mate with your sister until you’re sure enough potent seed is in her womb, and then you go back to where you found his body. Lay it the way it was before, and that will be it,” Fluttershy responded, her reassuring voice sounding like a warm summer day to the nervous alabaster mare.

“I see that… however, my dear, what’s with this last spell?”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Rarity. You wouldn’t want a foal to pop out between your sister’s legs that doesn’t match either her or Button, would you?”

"Well, no… Nevertheless, this seems like quite the discriminating spell. I mean, to change the type of foal within the womb itself is remarkable."

“I don’t know which stallion you’ve chosen, Rarity, but I can imagine Button would be more than a little hurt to see a Pegasus pop out between Sweetie’s legs. The spell also gives you the option to change the foal's fur colour.”

“I… Is there more I need to know before I leave?”

“There is one thing, but it’s more me asking for a favour,” Fluttershy smiled at her friend. The two of them were drinking tea as she left Rarity to think. She knew Rarity would find the race spell repulsive, herself included. Yet, this was a necessity if Button's gelding was to remain hidden.

With a heavy sigh, Rarity nodded at Fluttershy and told her to go on and state her request.

“I, along with my husband Big Mac, Applejack and a few other members of the Apple family, aren't fans of Apple Bloom’s relationship with Tender Taps. If you find the time, and the will, to do it, I would specifically like for you to make sure that his ability to sire will be removed. He is soft, a non-farmer pony in the eyes of the entire Apple family.

“For me to geld another pony, I don’t know, Fluttershy. Wouldn't you end up in the exact same position as I’m in down the line?” Strangely, the Pegasus just shook her head back and forth, leaving her puzzled yet satisfied with her answer. Fluttershy was the ‘expert’ after all in this matter—Rarity reminded herself.

“May Celestia lend a helping hoof to you, my friend, and soon this will be over,” Fluttershy said. Rarity picked up her things, hugging Fluttershy before she teleported away.

*****

“Stupid bush! Just who decided to plant it there!” Rarity grunted in pain, having accidentally teleported herself straight into a plant. Her fur and mane ruffled all over as she tore herself from nature's grip, only managing to damage her good looks further in the process.

Luckily, the large hedge around the mansion had hidden her from prying eyes, even if those were few and far between, with the clock already past midnight.

“Still up, I see—well, lucky me,” Rarity said through gritted teeth, hoping for Sweetie and her guests to have hit the hay hours earlier. Teleporting a brush from her bedchambers, Rarity started brushing her ruined hair as she assessed the situation.

“The lights are turned off in the main hall, as well as in most of the party areas Sweetie had prepared.” Looking over the house, she found only the bedroom lights to be turned on, with the connecting halls lit as well, suggesting the ponies within were still walking about.

Trotting closer, Rarity started to pick up noise from within. She wasn’t entirely sure what they were up to; nonetheless, an answer was quickly given to Rarity as she glanced up at one of the bedrooms, seeing Pipsqueak’s large body squeezing Dinky Hooves' smaller one tightly against the glass. The two were kissing fervently while mating frantically.

“Oh my, by Luna’s moon…” She ducked behind another bush, the tint on her cheeks growing as she tried to forget the scene she’d just witnessed. The two ponies had been making love as if their lives depended on it. If they were mating, then what about the rest? She lit up her horn as fast as she could manage, casting a spell on her house, the sounds slowly quieting down as her magic did its thing.

…..

As the last pony seemingly went to rest, Rarity teleported herself back to her bedroom. Once there, she looked herself over in the mirror, straightening out her fur for a bit as she fought to get her pulse under control, her heart practically hammering in her throat.

“Alright… let’s do this!” She sprung from her chair and went about cleaning up her bedroom for a hot second, packing out and laying her things back into their designated spots. Trotting her way down the halls with grace, Rarity only stopped short as she saw five rooms lit with light coming out from beneath the doors.

Soft snoring was heard from within a few of the rooms, with others quiet as new fallen snow. Taking an uneducated guess, Rarity was fairly certain of who might have been in what room. With 14 ponies present before her, it was better to just do this one room at a time. If not for the sake of being thorough, then because she was at least a little curious.

The smell of musk and mare heat lay like a thick blanket over her; the air was heavy and hot. Looking over the doors, she could see that the ponies had seemingly split up, with four of the rooms to her right lit up and one to her left. The rooms along the entire side of each hallway matched; down this corridor, the rooms to her right were for two visitors each, while the ones on the left were for larger groups of visitors, eight to be precise.

…..

"Hello, is anybody awake?" Rarity cautiously opened the first door to her right. There was no snoring, and surprisingly, the room was impeccably clean, as if it hadn’t been used. However, the lights were on, indicating someone had been there. Under the covers of the twin bed lay two ponies, cuddled together. Rumble the big spoon, with Scootaloo nestled against him.

"They seem... presentable?" Rarity whispered in confusion. She had been certain she saw Pipsqueak and Dinky Hooves engage in romantic activities—had the pair slept through it by chance? Surveying the room, she noticed the open door to the bathroom, where the air was still humid, suggesting a long bath had been taken.

Approaching the bed, Rarity took a deep breath. "I knew it..." Slowly lifting the covers, she noticed a faint scent of musk, her own heat reacting accordingly at smelling a virile stallion. Rumble’s wing was draped over Scootaloo’s smaller body, the mare had a subtle smile on her lips as she snuggled close.

"They must have been on the verge of falling asleep even before I cast the spell," Rarity mumbled. It was the only plausible explanation for this seemingly affectionate couple peacefully embracing each other in their sleep.

"Is that oil?" Levitating the wing off of Scootaloo, Rarity found the younger mare's fur to be covered in massage oil. "What a charming young stallion. I’ll leave you be, you lucky mare," Rarity giggled, finding the thought of Rumble massaging his marefriend at a birthday party to be both romantic and thoughtful, as Scootaloo's sore wings had surely brought her pain.

The very wings that had caused the mare so much frustration had, fortunately, undergone a growth spurt during Scootaloo's later teen years, becoming large and strong like any other set. However, they were somewhat oversized, as Rarity had often heard the mare struggle with her training in the stories Sweetie Belle had told her over dinner.

She cast a small spell on the mare Pegasus’ stomach; the glow of her magic turned green as the spell came back with a positive answer. "Congratulations, Scootaloo. It seems like you'll become a mother to a healthy Pegasus filly. Or perhaps, sorry? I hope her career will be fine." A mix of happiness and sadness filled her as she looked at the soon-to-be young mother. A single foal now resting within Scootaloo’s sports mare womb.

As she carefully lifted the covers one last time, she teleported a measuring tool between the stallions' hindlegs, unable to resist the urge to record his measurements for comparison with Button's later. "Nice and average foal makers, what a wonderful gentlecolt.” A little further up, Rarity could spot a white presence coming from Scootaloo’s teardrop shaped love tunnel.

With a warm smile, Rarity departed the room, wishing the couple luck in their many future endeavours, particularly Scootaloo, who was likely in for quite a surprising pregnancy test.

…..

The second door on the right took longer for her to open, the smell of thick musk apparent as she stood outside in the hallway. If her memory of the housing layout was correct, Pipsqueak and Dinky Hooves would be right behind that door, the pair she had accidentally laid her eyes upon when sneaking closer to her mansion.

“Celestia help me, just what deodorant did this stud use to hide such a scent!” Rarity’s mind trailed off, her nature creeping in and slowly taking control of her body. Shaking her head back and forth wildly, Rarity hit her snout in frustration, regaining control of her mind.

“This isn’t the time for such a dream,” she shouted and opened the door. Within the room, the smell was even heavier, her body responding as nature had intended, the sound of her own lower lips could be heard winking in a steady rhythm. On the bed lay the couple, the blanket tossed off to the side.

The light in the bedroom was on, just like in the first room, but the door to the bathroom was closed. It seemed the couple before her had not yet reached the point of deciding to call it a night, unlike Scootaloo and Rumble. The pair weren’t spooning as Rarity had hoped. Instead, Pipsqueak, the big stallion, was lying on his back with Dinky Hooves on top of him. His earth pony body was large enough to serve as a comfortable mattress for Dinky, who was lying on her stomach.

"In the name of all of Equestria, is her stomach… bulging!?" she thought, seeing little Dinky Hooves' stomach stretched almost like a balloon. Dinky was covered with foal batter, a white liquid was flowing from her open mouth, with her fur all sticky. It seemed like a river of it was flowing not just from her teardrop, but also from her back door. The unbelievably thick piece of wood that pierced her kept most of it in.

The floor was all sticky, and the window she had seen Dinky pushed up against had a visible stain on it, while the fabric and bedsheets were drenched, most likely needing to be washed twice. "Sweetie, this wasn’t part of the deal, I’ll kill that mare!" she said through gritted teeth, realising that an immense amount of work laid before her the next day if she hoped to get everything cleaned up; perhaps burning it was also an option, she pondered.

She walked up to the bed shakingly, her hind legs getting more drenched by the second. She let the pregnancy test do its work as she took out her measuring tool. Just from the fact that she needed to adjust her tool a great deal from Rumble’s measurements, Rarity quickly concluded that Pipsqueak was a horse-sized stud, not quite a shire, but still massive.

A green light shone from Dinky Hooves's large stomach as she wrote down the last numbers. "Well, aren’t you the luckiest mare! Twins; a healthy unicorn colt and an earth pony filly," she said, giving the sleeping mare’s stomach a kiss, showing her excitement for the prospect of the foals having such good parents. She just knew they’d make great parents.

Turning around, Rarity picked up her things and wished the couple a good night's sleep.

…..

Rarity braced herself for what she was about to encounter. Surely, the door on the left held most of Sweetie Belle's guests. She just hoped Sweetie Belle and Button weren't in there themselves. At most, there would be ten ponies behind the door, while the two remaining rooms to the right, just ones where the lights had been left on.

“The air… at least it isn’t as bad as in Pipsqueak and Dinky Hooves’ room,” she took a deep breath. The air was much less musky, with a more intense heat aroma leaking out from beneath the door. She took one last deep breath, and opened the door.

Surprisingly, the room wasn't as brightly lit as the others; the ponies inside had chosen to dim the lights, making the room resemble a love cave of sorts. Indeed, that's what it had turned into, as she discovered six ponies in various... positions.

“And here I thought you were the more ladylike of the mares present,” Rarity mused. Before her lay Silver Spoon in a sleeping embrace with Snips. The silvery earth mare had positioned her head tightly under her coltfriend’s chin. The lovely pair seemed almost too vanilla for the surrounding activity. Not wishing to disturb the couple more than necessary, Rarity put the pregnancy spell on Silver Spoon's stomach and prepared her tools.

“Nice unicorn, though the smallest I’ve seen so far,” Rarity giggled. Snips was by no means small; perhaps slightly under average, but that didn’t seem to have played a large role, as the stomach of the mare he was hugging shone green—showing that Snips had successfully impregnated his marefriend with a healthy unicorn filly.

She ruffled his hair and gave Silver Spoon a kiss on the forehead, only partially aware of the mess dripping from Silver Spoon's overstuffed lips and the mess pouring down her own legs as she walked through the dense air. The next couple she encountered was none other than Diamond Tiara and her gelding coltfriend, Snails.

“Oh no, you little brat!” Unable to hold herself back, Rarity swatted at Diamond Tiara’s pink flank. She was outraged not only because the filly had taken her titivate spreader bar without asking to use it on Snips, but she had also appropriated her private dominatrix suit. The very suit Thunder had gifted her when they had been a couple, the leather now stretched in a way it was never meant to be.

In a surge of anger, she teleported the outfit back to her closet, impulsively casting a swift mind-alteration spell on all the ponies present without a second thought. Diamond Tiara could have asked for permission to borrow her belongings, and she might have granted it, but taking it while she was out and away from home? That incensed a designer such as herself. “Custom-designed for me, and then you go and ruin it!” With one final swat to the young mare's flank, Rarity's anger dissipated, leaving her covered in sweat, having left a mark on the young mare's rump.

“Celestia, what am I doing?” She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she looked about. The clear sky outside allowed the moon above to shine brightly through the window in the bedroom, its light overpowering the illumination within the room. Free from the latex, Rarity could see that the young mare’s body appeared clean, with the presence of pre on Diamond Tiara’s hooves being the sole evidence of the night's escapades.

"A vixen who can remain mostly pure is not something you see every day, is it?" she mused aloud, a little puzzled. Placing a spell on the mare's pink stomach, Rarity quickly received a red flash in return. The mare was still in estrus but evidently not a virgin, based on Rarity's assessment, cute, as she now knew that even a long time gelding could get it up.

"I guess you really are a gelding," Rarity murmured, turning to look at Snails, who had been restrained. His flaccid dick was out, almost foal-like in its appearance, probably having never had the opportunity to grow. His velvety skin showed signs of bruising, his orbs were not swollen — having lost that capability long ago — but the prosthetic orbs inside seemed to maintain their solid form, keeping their oval form at the pink mares ballbusting and torture.

Deciding he wasn’t worthy of more of her time, Rarity chose to move on, deeming Diamond Tiara’s use of her spreader bar acceptable for the moment. The last couple in the large guest room was Apple Bloom and Tender Taps, and their arrangement on the bed struck Rarity as unusual, leaving her at a loss for words.

"Just what happened here?" Rarity tried to suppress a smile as she observed the scene. The farm pony had brought rope and other restraints, with Tender Taps tied up in a manner that Rarity guessed only farm ladies knew. Much like Diamond Tiara, Apple Bloom's abdomen returned a red flash, indicating that this young mare hadn't been involved in any mating during this season either.

"And here I was hoping for it to shine green, thinking I might have an excuse to refrain from removing your 'unwanted' gems." Rarity teleported over the tools she'd previously used on Button and set to work without further delay.

…..

"Bigger than Button's, though less veiny," Rarity noted as she teleported the jar back to her room, right next to the other set of stolen jewels under her bed before continuing on. Rarity stretched her limbs; she had been awake longer than she had initially intended, her use of magic draining more of her energy than any other task ever had.

"Just two more rooms left, and then I can hit the hay at last," Rarity yawned, approaching the second-to-last door on the right from which light was shining out from underneath. The smell emerging from inside was unlike anything she had encountered that evening. It lacked the heavy musk that had filled the air previously, nor was it the scent of a mare in heat.

"Smells... peaceful?" she pondered aloud as she opened the door. Inside, she discovered two ponies beneath the covers of a warm bed. The lights were on, and similar to Scootaloo and Rumble, Babs Seed and Featherweight looked as though they’d been nearly ready to turn in for the night. The bathroom door was ajar, the space within was dry, and the only evidence of prior activity was the hair in the shower room. "Did Babs give him a haircut?"

Hair from Featherweight's mane lay scattered on the floor, a pair of professional scissors resting on the counter in front of the mirror. "Awww, that’s sweet. Caring for your stallion before bed," Rarity reflected with a smile as she moved closer to the bed. His upper body was mostly uncovered, with Babs clutching his lower body in a tight embrace from behind.

"They look adorable together," she giggled, pleased to see Babs clinging to her fiancé with enthusiasm, nuzzling against his feathery wings. Examining Featherweight, Rarity was mildly surprised to see his right ear without a piercing; she’d expected at least one, as the very first piercing signifies an engagement ring, and the second a wedding ring among many ponies. "Not ready for a piercing yet, lover boy?" Babs also didn't have any earrings, but even in her sleep, she sported the feather around her neck—a symbol of engagement and marriage for pegasi, strikingly beautiful against the mare's fur.

Shaking herself free from admiring them, Rarity slowly lifted the covers off of them, placing a pregnancy spell on Babs Seed’s stomach. Just like the couple had proclaimed, she was very much pregnant, not twins like with Dinky Hooves, but a healthy pegasus filly was indeed within her. “Congratul—Oh my! Seems like you’re okay with being pierced…”

Taking the covers completely off the couple, Rarity discovered Babs wearing a harness. In between her hind legs was a toy she found both impressive and disturbing, as it was far larger than anything she herself owned. To complement the femdom-like appearance, Feather was also wearing a chastity cage on his sheath and around his hefty balls.

“I… hmm,” Rarity pondered, almost unsure of how to proceed. The stallion she’d chosen to swap minds with was in quite the compromising situation. When she touched the cage softly with her magic, she found it violently repelled, a counterspell infused into the metal toy.

She found the situation oddly endearing as she contemplated it. Featherweight had always been an awkward pony, but with Sweetie Belle's comments about him becoming more open since his declaration of love to Babs, Rarity found the link intriguing. "Shielding your stallion fiancé from any harmful and eager mare, now are we?"

Scanning the sleeping pair with her magic, Rarity discovered that the feather around Babs’ neck wasn’t just infused with a preservation spell but also contained a spell linked to the toy on Featherweights sheath. Her romantic heart nearly burst as a tear fell down her cheek; for a stallion to give up access to his most manly part was a more touching gift than any she’d read in the many romance books she’d finished, together with Fluttershy.

“Probably just a beginner's spell,” she murmured. No sooner had the words left her mouth and her magic tried to break the chastity spell than her body recoiled sharply, pushing her across the room to harshly hit the wall. Shaking her head, Rarity regained her bearings in a slow manner, her body shivering as a spell within the chastity cage's magic shield placed itself onto her.

“Damned vixen!” Rarity grunted, feeling her heat grow ever more needy as the sound of her slit winking rapidly reached her ears. The spell cast upon her mind was more than likely an aphrodisiac-infused type of spell. With the remaining energy she could afford to waste on unforeseen troubles, Rarity covered her body and, in turn, her mind in a counterspell.

On shaky legs, Rarity once more approached the sleeping couple. Her tail was damp, the fur between her hind legs now covered in a layer of her own love juices. The many scenes she'd witnessed so far had contributed greatly to turning her heat into a raging fire, but the spell in no subtle manner had made it look like she’d wet herself. "Gotta take a shower after I'm done here," she blushingly said, attempting to lift her tail but finding that her tail had gotten stuck to her rump. With the cage still locking away Feather's member, Rarity, in a defeated manner, picked up the feather around Babs’ neck. She placed it onto the cage, a small shimmer of light appearing before a click could be heard, followed by the cage being peeled off by the very spell that had kept it in place.

“Such a lovely stud,” Rarity couldn’t help but comment when Featherweight's pride emerged from within its cave. It wasn’t like how Button's had been—large and impressive—but rather average in size. As it reached full hardness, she placed a measuring tape upon it. “What a perfect size for a gentlecolt. Perfectly average, yet virile like a shire!” Turning her attention downward, the alabaster mare found his stud nuggets to be that of a textbook shire; and surprisingly veiny, the mare noted as she fondled the orbs with her magic.

“Enough playing!” Ripping herself out of her daydreaming, Rarity laid herself onto the bed beside Feather and his broodmare. She took a deep breath, calming herself as best she could with how the musky smell from the Pegasus enticed her biology. “Just a few hours, it should be more than enough time,” Rarity whispered, thinking of how long she should keep the mind-swap spell going before switching back. Since she wasn’t swapping with another unicorn, Rarity couldn’t exactly manually switch back from within the stallion's body.

Like she had done back when she switched minds with Sweetie Belle, Rarity put herself into a comfortable position before casting the spell. Blue magic enveloped the sleeping Pegasus for a moment before her vision turned dark.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed, feeling a sudden fullness up her tailhole. She opened her tired eyes to look down; the stomach bulge on Featherweight now something she could feel.

She pulled herself slowly off of the massive strap-on; the resulting pop from the large flare exiting Featherweight's stretched tailhole made Rarity show off an impressive wing boner. "Hmm," she said as she flexed her new appendages, dislodging herself from between the two bodies that surrounded her. She'd had wings before... a chill ran down her spine as she remembered how that had ended. These natural ones felt quite a lot more durable than the flimsy spellwings, though not nearly as beautiful.

“G-goddamn succubus.” Rarity took a deep breath, her new body shivering as the spell on the cage had hit him as well. The Pegasus’ biology was on overdrive from what Rarity could tell, twitching in her groyne and the smell of musk from her sheath growing stronger by the very minute as she walked towards the door.

For each step she took towards the door, Rarity found herself taken aback with how those low-hanging foal makers swayed. The rock-hard stallionhood was something she was a bit more familiar with, as her strap-ons were about equal to Feather’s size. “And I thought the swinging motions from Sweetie’s tits were hypnotising,” Rarity said, her mouth agape from watching the hefty pair swinging back and forth through the mirror on the wall.

A steady thumping echoed off the walls as the head of Feather’s penis bobbed up and down, hitting the yellowish-coloured barrel of the Pegasus. “Can’t wait to use you on my sister.” Her giggles were a darker tone now, yet Rarity was unfazed by this change, not minding the male body in which her mind now resided. She continued her walk towards Sweetie and Button’s bedroom at a slow trot, making sure to sway her hips ever so slightly to create the constant swaying feel of perfect virility located beneath her tail.

“By Celestia, how do you hide these?” She stopped in place, shaking Feather’s stallion head when remembering; he didn’t, he wasn’t able to, as she’d seen them when leaving Sweetie Belle before the birthday party had started.

…..

By the time she reached the door to the last bedroom, Rarity was feeling hotter than ever, the spell that had been cast upon her mare body seemingly following her into the body she now inhabited. "Cheeky lady, casting a mind spell rather than a body spell on me!" she cursed, sensing how Featherweight's body was being affected by the other part of the spell too.

The member below was dripping pre-cum with each step she took, leaving a wet trail on the floor behind her. The mare within Featherweight's body concluded that the cage had been enchanted with a two-way spell, one that connected itself to Feather's body, as well as the very mind of whoever attempted to remove the Pegasus' chastity.

Setting her thoughts aside, Rarity proceeded into the room. Surprisingly, the lights weren’t on, and darkness filled the quiet bedroom. Beneath the bed covers, a couple lay sleeping deeply. Her sister the big spoon, with Button Mash as the little spoon. "Cute," was all she could say, noting how the earth pony had become more passive as his geldinghood influenced his former impulses and wild stallion-like behaviour.

Moving further down, Rarity found the gelding's sheath engaged in a half-lost battle, his dick was exposed but appeared more like it needed to urinate rather than mount a mare in heat. "I told you I'd transform you into a perfect gentlecolt," Rarity giggled, Featherweight's voice filling the room. Upon inspecting the two implants, she noticed firmness and resistance, reminiscent of the implants she had inserted into Tender Taps earlier that evening.

"Seems like my lady sister was left high and dry," Rarity commented, holding back a laugh as she noticed how Button had ejaculated plenty of sterile fluids into Sweetie Belle, yet none of her little sister's love juices were present. However, with her sister's heat still ongoing, the alabaster mare must have retired to bed at least slightly dissatisfied, Rarity surmised

The whole time, Rarity's eagerness had grown, with the pre flowing from her shaft reminding her of her purpose and the spells propelling her onward. Placing her hooves on the bed, she raised herself to stand over Sweetie Belle, positioning the smaller alabaster unicorn on her stomach, with the earth pony gelding beside them sleeping peacefully as another male observed his mate eagerly.

"I see why Thunderlane was so eager to ogle me from behind," Rarity remarked, inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of a unicorn in heat—eager, needy, and desperate for a good mating. The two sisters had similar bodies, and in the dim light, Rarity could almost be certain they were identical in the dim light. The sleek grey sex something Thunder had fondly attended to many times in the past before focusing on his career, how her little sister was beautiful, a true lady in the making.

With her front hooves on either side of Sweetie’s shoulders, Rarity leaned down, her shaft approaching the warm slit slowly. Her sister’s tail raised itself out of instinct from smelling a virile stallion’s presence, the pink tail flicked her stallion shaft resulting in the tip expanding. “Calm down… can’t blow too early,” she whispered through gritted teeth, thighs shivering in frustration at the slow pace she was going at.

The flare entered into the velvety cave more easily than she’d anticipated. Not one to hold back, Featherweight’s stallion biology took control for a split second, Rarity in turn shoving her entire length inside. “FUCK!” Rarity exclaimed, shame washing over her face at having used such an unladylike word. She was a mess, the mind and body spell spreaded chaos throughout her new flesh.

“N-not yet,” Rarity begged her body, the flare fully swollen as it was ready to breed Sweetie Belle with just a single thrust.

“By Celestia you’re a perfect fit,” she said out of breath. The dildo Sweetie Belle had used, having modelled her slit perfectly for Featherweights size. The pressure around her flare was perfect, the mare fearing to even move as her little sister's body heat kept her flare on edge and ready to shoot off tons of virile seed. Her Pegasus balls rested on the bed from how low they hung in their large pouch, veins protruding from the males overfilled testicles.

Grinding back and forth slowly, Rarity found Buttons cum, which had been spurted inside her sister earlier, a great lubricant. “At least your sterile load can be used for something useful,” Rarity teased, the slick cave enveloping and embracing her throbbing member like it should have done Button's shrunken pride.

Her thrusting grew in speed as she got her pulse under control, the stress on her body still there but now reigned in as far as the unicorn mare could tell. “I wonder if there’s a spell that could mimic this,” she wondered out loud, wanting to replicate the way she felt pleasure through the Pegasus prick below when together with Fluttershy.

Feeling her orgasm approaching fast, Rarity reached down to lick Sweetie’s horn, her hard pounding making the bed rock back and forth across the marble floor and bump into the wall right behind the headboard. “NYYAH!” Rarity screamed, her back arching as she felt her little sister's green magic envelop her balls, squeezing them hard to get the content within.

She buried her face in the soft pillows, her body making small involuntary thrusts into the little alabaster mare below, filling Sweetie’s womb with more seed than Rarity thought possible to produce. Featherweight’s flare was large, blocking any seed from exiting the sleeping beauty, resulting in her stomach expanding to accommodate the biggest load Sweetie Belle would more than likely ever feel.

“S-so, Tight!” Her Pegasus wings flexed above, standing tall and proud as she experienced the most mind boggling orgasm of her life, spurt after spurt of thick and creamy virile seed travelled up her shaft to fill the breeding ready unicorn.

Minute after minute passed by, her body calming down as frothy sweat covered the body she was controlling. Standing back up, Rarity slowly pulled her shaft back out of her now bred little sister. Yet her stallionhood was harder than ever, standing proud beneath her barrel, presenting itself ready for a second round. “Why… Why are you still hard?!”

A growing headache swept over her, instinct clouding her vision as the spell focused on filling her balls to the brim with more foal batter. Blueblood was the only stallion she’d been with who’d managed to make it to round two, with Thunderlane most often bringing her to a second orgasm by eating her out after finishing inside.

“I… I guess I can go for round two,” Rarity said in a defeated manner, lining herself up again.

…..

A tired and shame-filled Rarity stepped out of Sweetie and Button’s bedroom. The Pegasus body reeked of musk and sweat from the one hour of continuous mating it had participated in. “Sorry Sweetie… I couldn’t stop.” Featherweight’s voice filled the hallway, visions of the acts flashing before her eyes as she walked back towards Featherweight and Babs Seed’s bedroom to relax and rest until her mind would switch back into its own body. She hadn’t just mounted her sister, but also sprayed her body with seed, ultimately she’d been forced to cum all over Button’s sheath to try and make a cover up story for why Sweetie was covered in sticky seed from head to rump.

“Damned spell,” a grumbling voice mumbled. For each step taken, another memory flashed.

“Oh no… not again.” Her body shook harder when she opened the door, Featherweight’s body had unconsciously led her towards the nearest mare in heat. The smell of another two breeding ready mares reaching her nostrils. Apple Bloom lay next to her tied up and newly gelded mate, Tender, and Diamond Tiara on the floor next to her gelding coltfriend, Snails, who was locked into the spreader bar, his dick having retreated back into its small sheath.

There they lay, two unsatisfied mares in heat, their gelded coltfriends unable to provide, their unconscious bodies crying out for a real stallion to mount them, rut them, and fill their bellies with virile seed. A Stallion like the body Rarity was still inhabiting.

"Oh uh..." Rarity mumbled as she felt herself pulled ahead by her insatiable lust towards the nearest of the two mares, seemingly lacking the willpower to resist. She approached the pink diva on the floor, the imprint of the latex suit still visible as her fur was a mess.

She repositioned the sleeping mare so that her rump was high in the air, with her front hooves creating a small pillow for Diamond Tiara to lay her head onto.

“Sorry Snails, but it seems like your marefriend needs a little lesson,” a husky voice spoke, the dripping alabaster dick lining itself up with Diamond Tiara’s tight looking pussy lips, the pinkish colour and swollen look enough to convince Rarity of just what this earth pony mare needed. She’d tried to hide her heat behind perfume, but even Feather’s nose could smell it.

She was tight, almost what Rarity would’ve expected a virgin to feel like. She wasn’t as warm as Sweetie had been, more than likely because she lacked teasing sex to make her needy.

“I hope you can forgive me Snails, I knew you should have been the gentlecolt to breed your mate, but I’m afraid that Diamond Tiara’s devilish dam had other plans.” In the process of talking, she remembered what Fluttershy had told her regarding Spoiled Rich.

On she went, fucking and rutting the pink beauty silly as she pounded balls deep into her snug sex. She wasn’t dry, but definitely less slick than Sweetie had been. Her low hanging balls provided a steady slapping sound as it swung up and hit Diamond Tiara on the clit for each thrust made. A mix of pain and pleasure jutting through her for each slap made.

Leaning down, Rarity bit the mare's neck, pulling up to replicate an old form of primal control she’d read about. Though not knowing she was mixing equine and feline cultures together. Once more she felt her balls drawing up, her flare expanding to plug the breeding ready female's womb so that none of her Pegasus seed would leak out.

"Don't worry, Snails, I'm sure you will be a good dad," Rarity spoke between heavy inhales of air. Her prick tensing up again and again to send in buckets of seed that would make the pink earth pony a proud broodmare.

After a while of just laying on the plump mare's back, Rarity stood back up, her stallionhood standing proud beneath when the unmistakable popping sound echoed throughout the room from her flare exiting.

“Still ready for more I see,” Featherweight’s tired voice said, Featherweight’s brown eyes shifting its gaze from Diamond and over to Apple Bloom.

The aroma emanating from the farm pony was distinct, with Apple Bloom exuding a rather fruity scent. It smelled more like apples than anything else, Rarity concluded as she leaned down to take a deep whiff of the farmer's yellow pussy. She glanced back and forth between her and the pony she still regarded as her coltfriend. The freshly made gelding lay beside her, tied up in such a way that it’d made it all too easy for Rarity to come and pick his fruit.

"By Celestia, why couldn't you have simply bred her like a typical stallion, like Featherweight, Pipsqueak, Rumble, or even Snips, for that matter?" Rarity took a deep breath, attempting to calm down as her body ached and trembled once again. Unfortunately, the air was saturated with hormones from hours of previous love making. No rest came, as her now overspent and strongly smelling stallionhood kept itself hard.

Lining herself up, Rarity’s big flare met the searing hot entrance of Fluttershy’s cousin-in-law. “Tender, it should’ve been you who did this, not me… but Equestria can be a harsh world. You had a family in law who judged you unworthy, and I had a sharp scalpel.'"

Pushing forward, Rarity sank into the sleeping farmer, yet what met her was different from what she’d expected, with her legs shivering in shock. Looking over he inspected Tender's sheath, from its size it seemed like he was bigger than Featherweight… if only just. Yet the mare around her prick did not match that description. Feather’s stallionhood wasn’t a perfect fit like it’d been with Sweetie Belle’s pussy, and it wasn’t similar to Diamond's tightness either.

What surrounded her was a tightness brought about by pure muzzle, the warmth she felt also incomparable to any mare she’d ever met as Apple Bloom’s body seemed like it was boiling. “What in the hay is happening.” With her tongue sticking out, Rarity was stuck in place as a mix of thoughts washed over her.

“By Luna’s moon, is this why you always boast about making stallion’s submit easily to you, Applejack,” Rarity thought out loud. Girly chats she’d had with the farmer from the past all of a sudden made sense. Tales about her seducing royal guards during gala parties, something she much more believed in now. If this was what they’d felt, then by Celestia’s might, she didn’t blame them for letting the farmer take control.

Calming herself down, Rarity looked over at the sleeping gelding once more, not wanting to leave him out of this wonderful moment, Rarity stretched out her wing and started giving the sleeping beauty a rather clumsy wingjob. His member came flopping out faster than she had expected, the erection reaching full mast in a matter of minutes as she slowly stroked his dick while thrusting in and out of Tender’s marefriend.

It was a veiny beauty, its length a little over average with the medial ring quite thick, images of herself riding the sleeping beauty popped into her mind. “I wonder if you’ve even bottomed out on her and popped that ring of yours inside?” Rarity wondered, the snuckness around her hinting at Apple Bloom being very much a virgin, yet her virginity had been nowhere to be felt upon thrusting herself inside.

“Hmmm, Applejack did once mention something about apple bucking. Could it be that this is your first time?” Applejack had once while drunk off of cider talked about how her continued apple bucking had popped her cherry, so perhaps this was the mare's first time? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, both a sad and pleasurable one.

“S-sorry, Tender Taps. I didn’t mean to steal your first time away.” Featherweight voice apologised, before giving the sleeping colts flare an extra hard squeeze.

With her body getting used to the feel of the farmer snuck slit, Rarity picked up the pace. “You could’ve sired some lovely foals I’m sure, but I see why you didn’t take the initiative now,” Rarity teased, the orange gelding’s flare expanding rapidly in her feathery grip. His stamina noticeably lacking, even from just the pleasure of a wingjob.

With one last squeeze of his medial ring, Tender Taps was sent over the edge, his body involuntarily spilling the last virile seed it had to offer. “It’s best this way I’m sure, just ask Button, the colt has never been happier.” On and on she stroked, making sure to milk out everything left in the gelding's tank.

“What a mess.” Rarity shook her head. She’d opted to stop her thrusting and simply grind herself against Apple Bloom wet pussy. Inspecting her wingtip, Rarity found a small amount of seed upon her feathers, instinctively looking from around like she was about to commit a crime, Rarity leaned the feather closer and sucked off the last sperm Tender would ever offer another lover or anypony for that matter.

“Oh my, you seem to like it,” Rarity giggled. The body she inhabited reacted out of instinct at the taste of seed. Leaning down closer to her crotch, she found her Pegasus body quite the flexible one as she inspected her throbbing stallionhood.

“I wonder if that dominatrix of yours makes you swallow your own cum,” Rarity teased. The thought of Featherweight being the submissive one in bed was a kinky revelation, to think that Babs Seed had truly made the Pegasus submit enough to eat his own cum, and yet Featherweight was still the more forward one in public of the two.

Feeling her climax creeping up, Rarity went about pounding the breeding ready mare once more. Yet with the taste of seed in her mouth, said climax approached much quicker than she’d planned, the flare bumping up against Apple Bloom’s womb one last time before a thick spurt of seed surged through her meat. The mare below flinched at the sheer speed and force behind each shot entering straight into her womb.

Her post climax snuggling with Apple Bloom was cut off however, the large clock on the wall shocking the mare awake. “Oh horse apples, is it already that early!” Rarity stood up, ripping her still flared dick out of the tight mare, almost managing to pull her a bit back in on the bed. The headache hits her harder for each step. The spell wasn’t gonna undo itself just yet, but she needed to rest up or else Feather would find his sore and smelling body suspicious.

Stopping up before Snails, she gritted her teeth before extending her wing. She picked up a nice scoop of cum that had leaked out of Diamond Tiara’s stretched opening, before she took it up to smear it all over the bound up gelding’s sheath. She’d be damned if that noisy mare started asking questions on how Snails had managed to creampie her, mess up her fur and manage to stay clean throughout the entire thing. She coated him in seed, even going so far as to push a feather inside, smearing his flare with potent foal batter he’d never produce. She gave the couple’s a small goodbye kiss and then rushed out the door

…..

Pushing the door open, Rarity rushed into Featherweight and Babs Seeds bedroom. Her half erect stallionhood flopping about in between her legs as she stopped herself only two steps after entering through the gaping door. The decision of trotting from the large bedroom and here, a mistake as her heavy breathing resulted in the worst kinda air filling her lungs.

“No… no, no, NO!” Rarity screamed, feeling her dick rising to the occasion for the umpteenth time that night. The air was thick enough to cut through, upon the bed laid the last mare left in the entire mansion still in heat. Her alabaster body quivering in need while sleeping ever so deeply on the bed. Under her purple tail was a large pool of juices, Rarity realising in horror that the spell didn’t just latch itself onto her mind, but also her body.

With a shameful blush washing over her face, Rarity approached her own body. With quite the practice now under her belt, she lined up her stallionhood with the last mare for the night, herself. And inside she went, the sensation rushing over her as she felt her own sex in a way she’d never imagined. She was comparable in feel to Sweetie Belle, but as hot as Apple Bloom and quite a lot wetter than any mare she’d mated with all night.

“I'm actually okay with this, he's a gentlecolt,” Rarity spoke, as she looked Feather over in the mirror. His balls hung low, slapping against her wet sex with ferocity.

With her body spent, and stamina running low, Rarity tried her best to make her body feel as good as possible before blowing inside. The feel of magic on her balls took her focus away from her warm depth as her blue magic squeezed hard. Rarity yelped as her own powerful magic squeezed significantly harder than Sweetie's had done. Yet another part of Feather that would be inexplicably sore tomorrow. The first three spurts of seed were forced out of her before she could even flare up, a mess leaking out of her before she’d flared up and plucked herself up against her womb, her body bred fat while she wasn’t even in it.

However, with her prick not calming down, Rarity was left with few options available to her. She needed to get the chastity belt back on, and that wasn’t gonna happen while blood was still rushing into her sore and overused stallionhood. “Just, just one more time…”

…..

The walk back to her own bedroom had been hell on earth. She’d finished up rutting herself pregnant and dealt with that damned cage. Taking a quick stop by the showers and a clean Pegasus body had grinded itself onto that massive strap-on once more. Returning to her own body had felt like a relief, or had until she’d used magic. The first spell had been to remove the mess she’d made on Feather and Babs’ bed, the next three had been to ensure that the races of the foals within Sweetie Belle, Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom's wombs matched their mothers. For each spell fired, Rarity felt like her skull was being cracked open.

“Stupid, stupid me… just how did it all go so wrong?” She gritted her teeth with all her might, but pain shot through her as her overfilled womb made her stomach sway back and forth for each and every step taken. The mare had to focus with all her might on walking, an act that put a strain on her well-being unlike anything she’d experienced during her adventures.

Opening the door manually, Rarity made her way towards the cold bed before her. She did a quick check and made sure that Tender’s nuts were in the right place next to Button’s. Rarity found the not so veiny pair next to Buttons and nodded her head while feeling an odd sense of accomplishment. “I did it Fluttershy… I did it.”

With that she laid her body under the covers, her overspent mind not even registrering the flood of seed exiting her sore marehood. “Oh right, one last spell before I…” The magic had only just formed itself on her horn when her vision went dark, the alabaster mare losing consciousness, with her head hitting the soft pillow with a soft thumping sound echoing the tall walls of her bedroom. The moonlight shining through the windows above covered her, pain shot through her mind, yet the mare was too far gone to even register it.

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Chapter Four: Epilogue

“Owwww, ow, ow, ow.” The sound of Rarity waking up echoed off of the walls, beside the bed to her left was her little sister, Sweetie Belle. Sweetie held her hoof as she tried to raise herself from the bed and pull away the warm fabrics surrounding her.

“You’re awake! Thank Celestia,” Sweetie spoke, the highly pitched tone of her voice causing her older sister to flinch in pain. Rarity wondered if she’d participated in a boxing match from just how badly her head hurt. The mare scratched her forehead, hoof bumping against the golden ring that had been placed upon her horn.

“What the, why’s there a ring on my horn?” Rarity asked, removing sleep from her eyes as she looked about for answers to try and piece together the situation she’d landed herself in.

“Don’t worry about that Mrs. Rarity, it’s simply a precaution to make sure you don’t cause any more harm to yourself,” a pony spoke. Dr. Hooves’ brown muzzle entered her field of vision from behind a white curtain to her right.

“Your sister here found you knocked out in your bedroom a few days ago, the scans we did on you suggested an extreme overuse of magic beyond anything we’d ever seen. You should think yourself lucky Ma’am, most ponies experience a stroke from such overuse, with most if not all ponies dying from the internal bleedings in the brain.” Dr. Hooves explained, noting down how she responded to light and other tests before whipping out another clipboard.

“Before I leave you and your sister to it, I’d like to ask a question. The police would like to know; where you assaulted and or sexually abused before you went into a coma?” A puzzled look came upon her face, the alabaster unicorn simply shaking her head from side to side.

“Well, that’s good to know. Your sister here was fearing the worst. May you have a nice day ma’am, you’ll be free to leave the hospital once the ring is no longer needed on your horn.” Dr. Hooves spoke, the earth pony closing the door behind him as he left the room.

“Why did you fear I’d been raped?” Rarity asked, raising an eyebrow towards Sweetie.

“Um, well… you did leak quite a lot when I found you.” Sweetie spoke, her vague response took her a bit to understand, but then she remembered. Her full belly must have slowly had its content leaked out once she’d gone into a coma. The thought of her sister finding her leaking like that made Rarity’s cheeks grow pink in colour.

“Oh well, I guess I did go all out in town in the hopes of finding a mate,” Rarity jokes, hoping that the lie would suffice.

“I’m just happy to know that it was consensual, I wouldn't have wanted my niece to be born from… well to have been made by force.” Sweetie scratched her neck, refusing to lock eyes with her sibling.

“Thanks for being supportive.” The two sisters hugged, Rarity happy to know that Sweetie didn’t think anything bad about her having a foal out of wedlock. “How did your birthday party go, Good I assume?”

“Better than good,” Sweetie fidgeted in her seat, the mare looking away from her big sisters analysing eyes. Rarity looked her up and down before her gaze lowered itself onto the table, and more specifically the positive pregnancy test on it. No answer was needed, the older sister simply punching her lightly in the shoulder before hugging her once more.

“Now Mrs. Mash, it’s not ladylike to keep secrets,” Rarity teased, her little sisters' smile growing as they finally made eye contact with each other.

“He hasn’t proposed yet, but we are talking about it. Though I’ll still be Mrs. Belle, as he’ll be taking my last name instead of me taking his,” Sweetie spoke, opening up about her party, and what had taken place while she’d been in a coma.

“The revelation of us all carrying foals had brought about a mix of emotions; Babs had been happy for all of us, Silver Spoon, Dinky Hooves, Applebloom and myself had been quite ecstatic at motherhood. Dinky even dragged away Pipsqueak for a repeat performance.” Sweetie’s blush growing ever so slightly upon the last detail added.

“What about Diamond Tiara and Scootaloo?” Rarity asked, the mare now holding a jasmine tea on her hoof. The hot and tasty water calmed down her nerves, and most importantly the massive headache she had awoken with.

“Diamond was a little shocked at first, even talked about getting it removed for a bit before Snails massaged a bit of acceptance into her.” Sweetie giggled at the memory, seeing the uptight earth mare receive a massage while her coltfriend had whispered sweet things into Diamond Tiara's ear, it had been quite a cute scene, Sweetie thought.

“And Scootaloo?”

“She… well she’d been less accepting.” Sweetie admitted. “They’ve decided to keep it, but it did take Rumble hours to make her calm down and stop crying. Can’t blame her really, the mare finally got the wings she’d always dreamed of, and now she’ll miss a year's worth of training because of her pregnancy.” They shrugged their shoulders, what the Pegasus mare decided to do was her choice, and both knew they couldn’t change her mind once she’d set her mind to something.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Babs had to carry Featherweight back home, poor guy couldn’t even stand on his own four hooves.” Guilt surged through the older sister, she knew he’d have a hard time after what she’d used his body for… but she hadn’t intended for him to down right be unable to walk.

“And what about Button, was he the gentlecolt you’d hoped for?”

“Oh he was the best, I awoke a total mess. I didn’t think a pony so petite could produce so much potent cum, though perhaps it was simply the heat that caused it. Because all of the cum smelled so alien next to his musky smell.” Sweetie Belle opened up as she went along with her story, not much shame in saying these things considering she had found her big sister leaking more fluids than probably three stallions combined could produce.

“But I won’t spoil you with too many details. If you’ll excuse me dear sister, I’ve got a rather charming gentlecolt to meet up with.” Sweetie finished off, standing up to walk away. Rarity couldn’t help but to pick up on a rather noticeable limp in her walking style.

Sorry Sweetie, didn’t plan on rutting you so hard, Rarity thought. If what the doctor had said was true, then it had been days since that fateful night, and in turn, nothing she’d done that night had been discovered. Laying herself back, she breathed a sigh of relief, another trip through hell for her and she’d come back unharmed. Bred fat for the first time, but not hurt.

Ripped out of her thoughts, Rarity heard a knock at the door. She couldn't even tell her guest to come in, before the door flew open. In trotted Fluttershy, the Pegasus hopped onto the bed to give her BFF the biggest hug possible. “By Celestia I’m happy, girl I thought you were gonna die on me,” Fluttershy spoke through giggles of excitement.

“Calm down, Darling, it’s just a small headache,” Rarity assured, padding her friend on the back to comfort the overdramatic mare.

"JUST a headache?!" Fluttershy shot back, anger and tears in her eyes as they made eye contact with Rarity’s.

“Girl, you should’ve seen yourself when you arrived at the hospital! The freaking veins on your forehead looked about ready to pop. Just what in the horse apples did you do after leaving to go back?!” Fluttershy demanded to know, looking sternly at her alabaster BFF.

“Well, I… I might have used a little too many spells at once,” Rarity admitted, clapping her hooves together as embarrassment swept over her.

“I’m not very good with spells, my dear. Compare it to your everyday work, if you don’t mind,” Fluttershy said, moving herself off of Rarity and to the side where Sweetie Belle had been sitting just moments prior.

“Well, you know how I’m very good at controlling needles and other objects while making dresses and other accessories?”

“I do, dear. You always boast about it whenever you get a little tipsy. What’s the number you always mention again to describe your average workload?” she wondered out loud, as she wasn’t quite in the mood to remember Rarity drunk while she was hurting before her.

“That I can control about five hundred needles throughout an entire day,” Rarity answered.

“Oh yes, that’s right: Five hundred. So tell me, Rarity, just how many spells were you going about casting?... if you were to compare them to those needles.” A small amount of anger was present behind Fluttershy’s otherwise gentle voice as she demanded to know.

“Well, the teleportation spell wasn’t very taxing; just ten or perhaps twenty. Now, the spell I put on the mansion was about two hundred though,” Rarity admitted, as she hadn’t expected how straining it would be to have a spell like that running on around 14 ponies in total.

“Almost halfway to five hundred, dear, and you haven’t even entered the house yet,” Fluttershy reminded Rarity, the mare crossing her front hooves in slight frustration.

“Right, um… then I think I did around five pregnancy check spells, probably another hundred needles. I did a mind-altering spell on Diamond Tiara, that’s an additional fifty. Featherweight had a cage on—trying to open it probably took up another thirty. I swapped my mind with him, that’s another hundred, probably. I had to remove some messy liquids once I returned to my body… that was likely around seventy more. Oh, and of course, I did the race spell which you instructed, which was about, two… hundred. I’ve passed the five hundred point mark by just a bit, haven’t I?” Realisation hit Rarity when she spotted the nerve that was visible on Fluttershy’s forehead. The Pegasus was irritated at her obliviousness to her overdoing.

“By Celestia, you’re a moron sometimes. You'd already gone overboard by the time you swapped minds with Feather. The fact that you managed to drag yourself back to your own bedroom is a miracle, let alone that you accomplished the plan regarding the race spell.”

Rarity bowed her head in shame; in retrospect, she could see why her little sister had been worried. By Luna’s blue moon, she was starting to be grateful that she hadn’t experienced a severe stroke, imagining the headlines sent a shiver down her spine; 'Rich unicorn mare found dead with two sets of balls right under her bed.'

“Why did you need to do the foal spell three times, though? Did you mess it up twice before you got it right?” Fluttershy asked, a little puzzled at why her friend had used thrice the amount of spells she’d expected would be needed.

"Well, I might have preoccupied myself a little too much while I had the chance to use Feather's... you know." An awkward smile appeared on her muzzle. The unicorn scratched her neck as she tried to conjure a plausible excuse for what she was about to tell.

"I assume at least some of it was related to the plan we established, correct?"

"Some of it, yes. For example, I checked up on Apple Bloom and Tender Taps. He hadn’t bred your cousin-in-law, so I followed through with our agreement and gelded him... Then, later, I bred her with a foal while in Feather’s body... sorry about that."

"...Well, as long as the Apple family doesn’t know who the sire is, then I’m sure Feather won’t get in trouble. Though, now Apple Bloom will have to marry that sissy colt,” Fluttershy said, shaking her head in disappointment. And here, she’d hoped to get rid of the dancer.

“Of course, I managed to breed my sister… but got your cousin, myself, and even Diamond Tiara caught in the ‘crossfire’ as well.”

“I can’t say I know Diamond Tiara enough to know how that will turn out, though her mother will be pretty furious considering she gelded Snails.” Fluttershy looked out the window; the weather was growing hotter by the day. If anything, she was a little jealous of her BFF for having gotten pregnant at a better time of the year than her.

“You know ponies will ask you relentlessly as to who the sire of your foal is. Did you use the race spell on yourself, or will that be a surprise for next year?” Fluttershy scooted closer, placing a hoof on her friend’s stomach to softly rub it.

“No, I want it to be a surprise to everypony. Including myself.”

“You do know Dr. Hooves placed you under my care once you get discharged from the hospital, and you know what that means, don’t you?” Fluttershy teased, blowing air onto Rarity’s horn and, in turn, the ring. "That ring won't be coming off until you’ve entirely healed."

“...I’m not going to get any dresses done for this season, am I?”

“Hehehe, nope. You definitely aren’t.” The two ponies hugged tightly for a few minutes, basking in each other's body warmth as they each wondered what tomorrow would bring.

FIN

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