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🕑 Added 2024-02-19 07:20:56 +0000 UTCAuthor Notes
I wanted to try and compare the ladylike behaviour that is associated with Rarity to the greek ladies of history. Combining it with the Greek idea of a small penis being an ideal of beauty, and this story came to be, even if that didn’t have a huge impact on the story overall.
Content Info/Warning: M/F, Neutering, Big Penis and Small Penis, Somnophilia, Mind Swap, Sissification, Femdom, Dubious Consent.
Chapter One Of Three: 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.
