There was always something surreal about being in the schoolhouse as an adult. Rarity found herself thinking about how almost foreign it felt to see the coat hooks so close to the floor, the desks that were barely waist height, or the cute little half lockers as she passed them by on her way to yet another ‘parent’ teacher conference with Cheerilee.
While not in any particular rush, she found herself knocking the moment she arrived at the door. These little meetings had become one of her favourite semi-regular excursions and she was more than looking forward to it.
“Cheerilee! So good to see you!”
Rarity pulled the pink-haired teacher into a crushing embrace the moment the door opened. She was forced to bend over to bridge the considerable difference in height between them, but showered affection on her prisoner all the same until Cheerilee managed to extricate herself.
“O-oh um, hello Rarity. I’m glad you could make it, I know how busy you can be.”
Rarity adored these moments. Cheerilee’s eyes were wide as saucers as Rarity walked past her, and the air of nervousness about her was a reaction Rarity loved to encourage. Heels that she was too tall for, a top and a pair of pants that wrapped around her like ivy, covering little more of her lily-white skin than was strictly necessary, every little immodest detail paid off in the moments of shock, jealousy and awe she seemed to inspire in others.
Cheerilee made her way back to her desk, a study in contrast in her plain white blouse and simple blue jeans. Her only remarkable feature were a pair of blue sapphire earrings that glimmered brilliantly as she went. The whole time she made her way back to the desk she seemed to be trying and failing to maintain eye contact as Rarity feigned ignorance and pressed the conversation forward.
“Nonsense! I always have time for Sweetie Belle’s favourite teacher!”
A look of guilt danced across Cheerilee’s face at the compliment, telling Rarity everything she needed to know about their meeting, but needling her was proving too entertaining. “Besides, I never tire of hearing about my brilliant little sister. In fact, I’ve lost count of how many times this year you’ve had me in to tell me all about how she’s leading the class in math, or science or –.”
“A-actually Rarity that’s what I wanted to discuss with you today…Sweetie Belle’s school work has … declined… suddenly and I was wondering if everything was going all right at home?”
“Oh, darling I’m sure everything is fine, after all Sweetie Belle is an exceptional student.”
The pink-haired teacher shuddered. “Sweetie Belle is an exceptional student…B-but that’s why I was so shocked when I noticed the change, here let me show you what I mean.”
Cheerilee proceeded to vanish behind her desk, replaced by the sound of rustling papers and the opening of drawers, before returning to drop a stack of tests between them.
“Yesterday we wrote a test on astronomy for example.” She was toying with one of her earrings but continued on, apparently oblivious to her nervous habit.
“The first question said: ‘Please describe the process by which the sun rises.’ Every student gave the same basic answer, that Celestia pulls it into the sky in the morning and that it sets when Luna raises the moon in the evening.”
Rarity interjected, only half paying attention to Cheerilee’s current gripe. “I was just wondering, wherever did you get those exquisite earrings?”
“Rarity please, this is important, your sister –.”
“You simply must tell me darling, where did you get those earrings?”
A shiver seemed to run up her spine as she answered with a slightly distant tone. “I – I don’t know where I got them, I never really take them off… B-but that doesn’t matter!”
She seemed to regain her composure after a moment. “Your sister’s response was complete nonsense! She wrote that the sun doesn’t even ‘rise’ at all, that the sunrise is actually an optical illusion created by the rotation of the world along its axis!”
“Darling please! I’m sure if you check again, you’ll see everything is just fine.”
Cheerilee seemed to be equal parts pleading and demanding, both upset and disillusioned. “Rarity everything is not fine! I don’t know how she’s managed to do so well for so long without knowing basic facts like these. I need you to take this seriously, please, this is her future we’re talking about here!”
Rarity was taken aback for a moment, surprised by the fact the woman opposite her was still able to react in such overt opposition. Cheerilee’s passion was nothing short of spectacular. Rarity knew she was going to have to do something about that.
Rarity began to speak, gathering magic within her as she did, slowly allowing it to coalesce around the tiny sapphires that framed Cheerilee’s face so perfectly.
“You’re right, I apologize, I should be taking this more seriously, what do you think we should do first?”
“I think…” This part was becoming a favourite for Rarity, the short pauses, the little emotions, right before she began to lose focus. “I think the first thing we should do is talk to Sweetie Belle about this.”
She was slowing down now, the deep well of passion that had produced her last exhortation was running dry in a hurry.
“I wanted – I wanted to look over her old – her old work, but I couldn’t find any of it.”
“I’m sure it will turn up in time darling.”
Shining blue colour began to invade the dull green of Cheerilee’s irises, spreading from the edges towards her pupils and gradually forming a pair of striking pools of aqua-marine to match Rarity’s own.
“I’m sure it’ll turn up…”
By this point she was all but certain of the results of her magic, but there was one final test she had come to enjoy quite a bit.
“Cheerilee.” The newly changed eyes stared back across the desk at Rarity, heavily lidded now, and scarcely comprehending. “Sleep for me darling.” And suddenly the near silence was broken by the loud slam of Cheerilee’s head against her own desk.
“I should probably start bringing a pillow to these meetings.” Rairty began to muse to what was now an effectively empty room. “Maybe all these blows to the head are why you seem to do so poorly at remembering the lessons we’ve so meticulously worked out.”
Rarity reached across the table, grabbing a crop of thick pink hair and lifting the limp woman’s head from the desk. “Of course, I do so enjoy teaching you, so I suppose it hardly matters.” she hissed towards an unresponsive Cheerilee before releasing her hair and allowing her to fall prone on the desk once more.
“Wake up darling, we’ve got a lot left to discuss.”
Cheerilee lifted herself off from her desk, barely managing to sit upright.
“…Discuss? W-what were we…?”
“We were talking about Sweetie Belle’s grade on your last test, about how there was a problem with the mark.”
There was a brief flicker of awareness in Cheerilee, a look of slight recognition that there had indeed been some kind of conversation before her brief break in consciousness.
“She – her mark was low, it was –.”
“It was much too low for a student as remarkable as Sweetie Belle.”
“Much too low…”
“And whose fault do you think that was dear?”
“She wrote…”
“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT SHE WROTE!” Rarity slammed a hand against the desk and Cheerilee shot upward, the glazed look on her face momentarily replaced with one of utter terror. “SHE’S YOUR STUDENT, HER FAILURES ARE YOUR FAILURES!”
“Her failures… are my failures...?”
“AGAIN!”
“Her failures are my failures.”
“You failed because you are a bad teacher.”
The blue retreated from Cheerilee’s eyes, and for a moment, tiny green impurities began to form. Her teeth gritted, her eyebrows arched.
“I AM NOT A BAD- Not a…”
Rarity tightened her ‘grip’ on Cheerilee’s mind, and watched her expression turn sanguine again.
“Seems like there’s still a sore spot there.” As much as she loathed to admit it, the magic required to totally control someone was proving more difficult than she had imagined. Finding the right gems, fashioning the earrings, everything else was so simple, but the kind of magic she needed to enforce total, unending obedience was still beyond her abilities. Asking Twilight or Starlight was out of the question of course, even if she did have a means of making them more helpful, she was terrified they’d recognize the gems the moment they saw them.
None of that mattered though, Rarity could handle it. Trial and error were more fun anyway, and Cheerilee was made for an enjoyable practice partner.
“You need to learn to be a better teacher.” Her voice practically dripped with honey, the voice that got her anything she wanted from every man she met, and most women too, even without magic.
“A better teacher could bring out the best in her students.” Soon she was directly behind the pink haired woman, speaking softly into her ear. “To learn to be a better teacher, you need to be a good student, do you remember how to be a good student with me Cheerilee?”
“I…I think…”
“You want to be a better teacher, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Rarity recognized the pliant tone, it was time to get to work.
“Then let’s see your school uniform.”
Cheerilee let out a long sigh “Ok.”
“Yes miss.” She corrected.
“Yes miss.”
Cheerilee rose to her feet and pushed her chair aside, still dazed and barely expressive as her clothes began to pool around her ankles. She started with her blouse, then her jeans, until all she was wearing were a blue pair of panties and a black bra and socks before returning to total motionlessness.
She reminded Rarity of a mannequin when she was like this. Not one of her mannequins of course, there was a bit more of Cheerilee than one of Rarity’s dolls and they would never be caught in mismatched underwear.
Nonetheless Rarity began to circle her, grabbing a metre stick from under the blackboard as she went. She slid the wooden straightedge under Cheerilee’s breast and watched it flex under the weight. Cheerilee’s breasts were a bit bigger than her own, her free hand sank into them through the bra effortlessly, but as it slid down Cheerliee’s side she was reminded why. Cheerilee lacked Rarity’s perfect hourglass figure, instead there was a slight bulge that gave Rarity something to grab onto.
“Now you look like a proper student.”
“Th-thank you miss.” There was still a hint of self-consciousness, or at the very least squeamishness in her voice, but that would change soon enough.
“Lets start with something simple, when a student misbehaves they should be punished, so I want you to-.”
“I…I don’t think I misbehaved miss.”
A loud crack filled the room and Cheerilee was suddenly doubled over, kneeling on the ground. Rarity grabbed a handful of pink hair and pulled her up to full height again looking directly into a pair of eyes now watering, their original green colour polluting her perfect turquoise irises again.
“Sweetie Belle is an excellent student.” Rarity adopted her most castrating tone, drilling this into Cheerilee’s soft skull was still proving to be surprisingly difficult.
“She received a failing grade because of your incompetence, you punished her for your inability to recognize her good work, and that is unacceptable behaviour.”
Rarity was still meeting resistance, but wearing her opposite down was a skill she was slowly mastering. There was a large red horizontal line running along Cheerilee’s chest now, giving Rarity a familiar target to work with.
“Do you understand?” There was another loud crack and the red stripe along Cheerilee’s chest took on an even more vibrant hue, Cheerilee gasped and once again Rarity felt a sudden lapse in her defense and plowed her magic into the temporary rift.
Cheerilee’s expression changed from anguish to calm, though tears were still slowly making their way down her face. “Yes. I understand.” There was a placid tone to her voice now, as she began accepting Rarity’s authority again.
“And you understand that you should be punished?”
“I…” A crease formed along her forehead, Rarity braced herself for yet another rebuke, but it soon disappeared. “I should be punished.”
“Very good Cheerilee.” Rarity reached for a piece of chalk, and placed in Cheerilee’s hand, taking a step away. “You’re going to write 50 lines about how you will never punish Sweetie Belle for your stupidity ever again.”
“I will write lines.” Came the tranquil response.
“And use a different word to describe yourself every line, vocabulary building is important after all.”
Cheerilee turned on her heel to face the board and pressed the chalk in her hand against it, her expression barely seeming to register that she was writing at all. The only indication that she was aware of what was happening was that her mouth moved as she wrote, repeating every word that formed along the path of her hand.
“Sweetie Belle will not be punished for my incompet-.” Another snap punctured the silence and the erstwhile writer lurched forward and fell against the board. The red stripe along her chest, now mostly faded was matched by a much more prominent one along her ass.
Rarity pulled her new student off the slate and slid her favourite method of discipline underneath an uneven line of white scratches along it.
“You need to focus.” She hissed into Cheerilee’s ear. “Does that look straight to you?”
Cheerilee’s breathing began to accelerate. “You’re not going to learn if you don’t pay attention to what you’re writing, you need to focus on Every. Single. Word.” A whimper passed over Cheerilee’s lips as Rarity began to dig a row of perfectly manicured nails into her belly. “Or else you’ll need to be punished further.”
Rarity slowly retracted, leaving a row of marks along Cheerilee’s stomach and allowing her to straighten up. “Make up for your failure, erase it, and do it better this time.”
Cheerilee reached for an eraser only to have it slapped from her hand the moment she touched it. “You’re not going to learn anything if you take the easy way out.”
Rarity took Cheerilee’s face in her hands and moved her back towards the board. “Tongue out dear.” Cheerilee complied and was suddenly thrust face forward into the blackboard, dragged from right to left by her hair and leaving a wet trail along its surface where her writing had been only moments ago.
Cheerilee wretched when Rarity finally let go of her but said nothing else. “Every time you fail, this is how you will correct it.” A faint look of disgust seemed to register but there was no objection, by this point Rarity was all but certain she was incapable of anything not directly asked of her.
“Now try again.”
“Sweetie Belle will not suffer for my ineptitude.” She wrote and spoke it with almost mechanical precision. All she needed was a little a reminder it seemed.
She started a second line. “Sweet-.” Another jagged line shot down the board, Cheerilee’s legs gave out from underneath her but there was no crack and no crying, instead just a soft moan.
“Its nice acknowledging your flaws isn’t it?” Rarity said it from below Cheerilee this time, her arms wrapped around Cheerilee’s waist. “Of course, you’ll need to fix that last one as well darling.”
Cheerilee managed to bring herself upright again before cleaning up her second failure. There was less of a reaction this time, a cough and a look of discomfort but she was soon back to work. “Sweetie Belle will not be punished for my incompetence.” Rarity returned to her feet and worked her left hand between Cheerilee’s legs while her right found itself under her bra, tweaking a nipple left tender from prior abuse.
Rarity leaned over, bathing her student in a waterfall of purple curls that she was too dazed to appreciate. “It feels so good to admit when you were wrong, doesn’t it darling?”
“It ngh feels uhh good.”
“Of course.” Rarity weaved a tiny magic rune with her left hand and felt Cheerilee shiver in her arms. “You wont feel really good until you finish your punishment will you?”
“Nuh-no, nah-nah not really good.”
“Better get to it then dear.”
Her hand accelerated its rightward sweep. “Sweetie Belle will not be penalized for my deficiency.”
Rarity began to guide Cheerilee’s own hand between her legs, content to let her student reward herself rather than risk damaging a magnificent manicure.
“Sweetie Belle will not be disciplined for my foolishness.”
Rarity took a seat on the desk behind her, pleased to watch Cheerilee periodically shiver and moan, barely able to stand.
“Sweetie Belle should not need to tolerate my uselessness.” Occasionally she would bring the metre stick down on her, for every crooked letter, every misspelling, for the hideous way she wrote the letter “R”.
“Sweetie Belle should not need to endure my unprofessionalism.” Every slap saw her jam herself against the board again, tongue outstretched, desperate to erase any evidence her error. There was no resistance anymore, no critical thought, she was wrong because she was told she was wrong. Tears rolled down her face, she would whimper, and then she would start again. Over and over again.
“You’ve slowed down quite a bit haven’t you darling?” Rarity chirped to the crumpled heap that was once a respected teacher, now lying on the floor.
Cheerilee muttered something but Rarity couldn’t understand it, between the sobbing and the moaning she had become almost totally incoherent by line 30. The almost artificially precise look of the words sprawling along the boards formed a lovely contrast with her matted hair and her incomprehensible jabbering.
By line 40 there was a 5-minute break between each sentence. Every time she finished one, she collapsed from her own touch, writhing in ecstasy but never reaching satisfaction. A couple of times she would stand herself back up and try to start again, only for Rarity to slide the stick gently between her legs, or along her chest and watch her student fall back to earth for another minute or two of violent convulsion.
But now there was a different problem entirely. Only two lines separated her from her ultimate reward. Cheerilee stood millimetres away from the inky blackness of the surface, trembling from anticipation but totally paralyzed.
As far as Rarity could tell she had run out of words.
She looked like she was on the verge of a breakdown. Rarity could practically see the gears turning frantically in her brain, her irises vibrating as if scanning dictionaries that only she could see.
Cheerilee was desperate, she was drenched, and fortunately for her, Rarity had places to be.
“Let me help you darling.” She cooed, taking Cheerilee’s hand in hers and guiding it along the board, spelling out “Sweetie Belle should not be subjected to my ignorance.” While a frantic and drooling Cheerilee babbled along in a pale imitation of what she had written down.
Cheerilee jerked downward the moment the last letter was written, once again falling to pieces unable to support herself but Rarity held her up, not content to let her crumble.
She would finish this.
Supporting the limp and shuddering woman in her arms, Rarity steadied their hands and wrote one final line. “Sweetie Belle should not abide my atrocious teaching.”
There was a shriek that took even Rarity by surprise releasing her captive and letting her drop to the floor.
She landed on the ground with a thud, but if it hurt it was impossible to tell. Instead she was thrashing along the tiles, the blue outline of Rarity’s magic barely visible in her eyes as they rolled back into her head. The sound of her body writhing against the floor in a pool of drool, sweat, tears, and cum filled out the room, her clothes were soaked in her own fluids, because Rarity hadn’t bothered to move them.
It probably didn’t matter.
“Oh dear! Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” The response was yet more screaming. “I – I LUH-LEARNED.”
The sound of fabric shredding briefly overtook the confession as she tore through her panties and her bra, intent to paw at herself as efficiently as possible.
“Whose fault was it that Sweetie Belle failed?”
“Muh my.” Without waiting for a full answer Rarity stepped one of her heels onto Cheerilee’s still heaving chest and was almost thrown off balance by the sudden arch of her back and her piercing wail. “MY FAULT! ALL MY FAULT!”
“She deserved an A, didn’t she?”
She was still working on herself, fingers pumping in and out, rubbing herself raw. “YES, YES A! MY FAILURE MY FAULT!”
“You’re too stupid to recognize her good work, aren’t you? She deserves perfect grades, and you’ll give them to her because you can’t teach her yourself.”
Her voice was barely a croak. “Too stupid.” Apparently, she was out of breath. “Perfect grades, idiotic, ig-ignorant, brainless.” She was slowing down, but Rarity had seen this before, she’d catch her second wind and be at this for another 20 minutes at least.
“It seems like you’ve learned your lesson.”
Cheerilee rolled over onto her side and groaned something in response but Rarity inferred her meaning and carried on.
“Do you remember what happens after our little lessons darling?” Rarity brandished the metre stick one last time, letting it hang in front of Cheerilee’s eyes for a moment delighting at how she recoiled, still touching herself as she did. “Or do you need another reminder?”
“I ruh – I rem-.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“When you’re *ahem* finished, you’re going to clean the board, get dressed and go straight home.”
“S-straight h-home.”
“You won’t ever think about our extra lesson, but you’ll always remember it, deep in the back of your mind. You’ll remember how good it feels every time you recall that Sweetie Belle is smarter than you, better than you, that she’s perfect and so is everything she does.”
Cheerillee groaned again but Rarity ignored her, well aware that the only sounds she made were ones of agreement anyway.
“You’re going to give her the grade she deserves.” she intoned, running a finger along Cheerilee’s chest and watching as electricity shot through her body “You’ll always give her the grades you know she deserves.”
“Alwayssss.”
“And what about those special earrings?”
“Sp- special gift, don’t k-know where, never take them off! Never!”
“Oh, you are a quick learner when you want to be!”
Rarity looked around the classroom one last time careful to check for anything she had missed.
“Oh! I almost forgot” She swept across the desk, grabbing the reddened test paper and waving it in front of Cheerilee’s vacant eyes.
“You remember this don’t you?” Cheerilee’s eyes locked onto it, her pupils shrank, she looked terrified, but kept twitching and grinding, her dedication was impressive.
“This goes with all the other mistakes you’ve made.” She said as she crumpled up the sheet, tossing it into the still gradually expanding puddle Cheerilee had made. “Eat it.”
Rarity turned and made her way to the door, she didn’t need to watch, she’d seen this all before. She made her way out of the classroom and down the halls, past the tiny cubbies and little chairs, the periodic shrieks of total rapture growing more and more faint as she went.
She came to the entrance and took one last look behind her before she left.
“I really am a great sister.”
Author's Note
Never really written anything before, feedback ranging from criticism to borderline foul mouthed abuse is more than welcome <3
