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.