Miss Rarity's Finishing School For Fillies

“All ah’m saying is ah’m getting sick and tired of her sassin’ me!” Applejack said, raising her voice.

“Well Scoots is no picnic either. Ever since she got her mark she’s almost entirely given up on flying. Like, seriously? What’s she going to do with her life then? She hardly listens to a word I say anymore!” Rainbow Dash added, angrily taking another swig of her iced tea.

“Hmph. Well my Sweetie Belle is doing fine. She listens to every word I tell her.” Rarity said, primly sipping her espresso.

“Rares. She’s terrified of you.” Dash replied with a deadpan expression.

“Fair enough.” Rarity replied happily.

“Ah just don’t understand those fillies sometimes. Ah reckon it’s about time to admit it. We aint those fillies parents. Just going to get harder from here on out.” Applejack said, trying to calm down slightly.

“Hey, I try my best. I got a full time job and my own life. I can’t be spending all my free time with Scoots, even though I love her to death. Just not happening.” Said Rainbow.

“Girls. The solution is simple as far as I can see. I shaped Sweetie into a fine young mare. Just make sure the girls come to my shop after school and I’ll make sure they get their training.” Rarity said with a grin.

The two other mares stared sideways at her.

“Ahaha, their training to become proper young fillies, I mean!” Rarity replied nervously.

“Ah don’t know Rare. What about the ‘incident’ last year?”

Rarity simply moved her hoof in front of her, waving it absently at Applejack. “Oh pshaw, you can’t honestly believe the words of a few little colts, dear. Sweetie Belle took advantage of those lads, and I’m eternally sorry for what happened to them. Believe me, she was harshly…disciplined.”

Rainbow Dash and Applejack looked at each other with incredulity. Rainbow pulled her friend aside.

“AJ, there’s like no one else willing to do this. There was an accident with Scoots at Fluttershy’s hut involving some bird nests. And some otters. At any rate, she’s not allowed back there. And don’t get me started on what she did to Twilight’s roof…”

“Well Blooms is no better! Pinkie won’t let her in the shop anymore. She’s a little firecracker in public. Filly aint got no manners at all!” AJ hissed back.

“Okay, we’re doing this then.” Rainbow said.

Applejack nodded back.

“Alright Rares, we’ll get em over there after school.” Dash said, turning back to the unicorn. She reached out a hoof, poking the mare in her chest. “No. Funny. Business. Got it?”

“Oh dear. I hardly know what you’re talking about. I’ll have those fillies behaving like proper little mares within a week. Could you honestly expect any less?”

Dash and Applejack settled down into their seats, sighing.

“I need a cider. You want one AJ?”

“Sure.”

Dash was surprised at the speed of the little filly as she sped away on her scooter. She actually had to take to the air to try to catch her, pumping her wings quickly to catch up. She flew above Scoots for a while, letting her know she had already been caught.

“There’s no way around it, squirt. You’re going over there.” Dash said, effortlessly keeping pace with her scooter.

“Buck off! I’m not going over to that crazy mare’s house!” Scootaloo yelled back.

“Okay. See this is the problem. This is why you’re going.” Rainbow replied. She reached out quickly, plucking the little filly from her scooter, letting it careen off down the path.

“H…Hey! Let go of me!”

“No way. I’ll get your scooter later. I promise. But for now you’re going to Rarity’s.” Dash said, flying off towards the Carousel.

“Sweetie told me all about her sister! She’s nuts!”

Dash laughed at the filly. “You don’t know Rare. She’s a little…over the top, but she’s a good mare. Look, don’t worry. It’s for the best.”

A dejected Apple Bloom sat in her sister’s cart, Big Mac slowly pulling the way to Rarity’s boutique. She had already been fully hogtied by her sister, and lay tied up on her back, riding unhappily alongside the mare.

“Look. Some things were said, but let’s talk about this.” Apple Bloom said.

“Nope.” Big Mac replied.

“Okay. Ah know where you’re coming from. Ah’ve been acting out a little lately. Ah see that. But ah think we can come to some other option…”

“Nope.”

“Mac, ah know there was a little struggle earlier, and you *might* have thought ah tried to kick you in the horseapples, but ah just want you to know it was strictly involuntary. Ah didn’t mean no harm.” Bloom kept on.

The stallion remained silent.

“Blooms, it’s for yer own good. Rarity just wants to help. Ah promise.” Applejack said.

“You don’t know what Sweetie tells us about her, AJ! She’s crazy!”

“Aint that nice to talk about her like that. She’s a good mare, missy. You better be on your best behavior over there, got it? Don’t make me come over and get you, you reckon?” Applejack said, rasing her voice as she pulled the rope slightly tighter.

Apple Bloom sighed. “Yes’m”

Rarity smiled proudly as she saw her little students lined up in front of her. She had assembled a makeshift classroom, placing one of her blackboards she used for designing along one wall, and placing some small stools and tables in front of her. Sweetie sat at the far left bench, looking up at her sister uncomfortably. The farm filly Apple bloom took the middle seat. And the tomboy Pegasus was at the far right…

“Hey!” Rarity called out. She directed her magic towards a nearby window, pulling a little struggling orange filly from the sill, unceremoniously plopping her back into her spot. The filly stared back at her, with crossed hooves.

“Alright my little fillies, I suspect you know why you were dropped off here. To put it bluntly, you are behaving more like animals then proper little ponies.” Rarity said softly. Apple Bloom blew her a raspberry as she turned her back to the blackboard. Without blinking an eye, Rarity levitated one of her nearby yardsticks, slamming it hard down on the desk in front of the filly.

“And I’m letting you know it will not be tolerated anymore. You’re here for two hours after school every day. I expect you to listen to me and follow my instructions, just like you would follow your teacher...”

“You may call me Miss Rarity.”

Rarity strode over to Bloom’s desk, moving her face in close to the filly. “If you listen and behave, I promise I’ll turn you into little debutantes in no time. And don’t worry. We’ll have some fun too.” She said, smiling at the three fillies as she walked back to her blackboard.

She used her magic to bring the yardstick back to her, holding a piece of chalk with her hoof. “Alright girls, let’s start simple. What do you think all the most proper and respected mares in the kingdom have in common?”

Sweetie raised her hoof right away.

“Haha, Sweetie, you are an eager little thing. But you certainly know already. Let’s let your friends answer.”

The filly slumped back in her seat.

Apple Bloom thought for a while, before raising her hoof. Rarity pointed at her. “Um…They’re all kind to everypony. They try to help anypony if they need it.”

Rarity chuckled to herself. “I suppose. That’s a good trait to have…sometimes. Just remember though Apple Bloom. You can’t help everypony. And what happens if you are the one that needs help? Shouldn’t other ponies be more than happy to help you?”

Apple Bloom thought for a moment. It didn’t seem quite right.

“Scootaloo, what do you think?” Rarity called on the orange filly.

Still sullen from her busted escape attempt earlier, the pony looked down at the ground as she answered. “I guess a good mare always tries to do the right thing. They’re brave and strong if they need to be so they can stand up to anything!”

Rarity smiled back at the filly. “That’s a good thought, but a little naïve. Just think, Scootaloo. There are lots of ponies in town that are stronger than you. If you could get them to listen to you, you could have them stand up against anything you wanted. Isn’t that right?”

The filly looked down at the ground, trying to ignore the mare.

“Girls, I’m going to give you the most important lesson first. The one thing that all the most amazing mares of the kingdom share. And that’s desirability. Everypony wants to be them. Or be with them.”

She turned to look at the three fillies. She flipped the chalkboard over to the other side, watching the stunned reaction on their faces. Except for Sweetie. She just tried to sink farther into her desk.

“I’m going to teach you to be the one pony in the room that every mare wants to be. And every colt or mare wants to be with. It’s simple, really. Once you master that, you can be the mare you want to be. And everypony else will follow suit.”

The three fillies looked at each other with apprehension. Scoots thought about trying for another window.

“Girls. When I’m done with you, you’ll be the most desirable fillies in Ponyville.”

Scoots and Bloom looked uncomfortably at the board. Rarity had drawn up a few of her favorite ‘traits’ that all upper class mares should share. She levitated the yardstick to her first point.

“Firstly, every proper lady must always look their best. I expect some improvement in the next few days.” Rarity strode over to the three seated ponies. “Sweetie, we already discussed this earlier. You are…acceptable.”

Sweetie Belle sighed in relief, glancing over at her other friends.

“Apple Bloom. I know your sister hasn’t the best choice in style, but she at least takes care of herself.” Rarity brought the stick up under the filly’s inner thighs, making her jump off the stool with a start. Rarity leaned in closely, looking at her mane and tail before reaching a hoof under her belly, making the filly stand up straighter. Bloom gasped in shock at the sudden intrusion. The wandering hoof of the older mare lingered, running slowly down her flanks.

“Not bad, not bad.” Rarity said to herself. “I can tell you are at least bathing regularly, so we can mark that up as a positive. However…” Rarity reached down suddenly, grasping the flank of the filly firmly, pushing her tail up. “I simply can’t stand a drooping tail. It’s a sure sign of a listless mare. Nopony wants to see that.”

Rarity moved over, leaving a fiercely blushing Bloom trying to keep her tail in the same state Rarity had left it.

She moved over to Scootaloo, narrowing her eyes. “And then we have the little tomboy. I did suspect when we started that you would be more than a handful. And I see that I was not that far off.”

Scoots looked back at her defiantly.

With a smirk, Rarity grabbed the filly unceremoniously by the tail. The shocked pony flailed for a moment, before she realized the unicorn had grasped all four of her limbs in midair, holding her fast. Smiling, Rarity walked over and got a closer look. She looked the pony over, taking advantage of her ability to inspect the ‘undercarriage’. Scootaloo blushed a deep crimson, trying to look away from her friends.

Rarity reached out, running a hoof through her tail. “My word, Scootaloo. Do you ever brush? Your tail and mane are like old paintbrushes!”

She ran her hoof along the filly’s haunches, taking extra time to graze by her small teats on her way to her chest. “Your coat is so coarse to the touch!”

She withdrew her hoof, letting the filly plop down on her seat once more. Scoots curled up, pulling her tail in tightly.

“At least there aren’t any ticks.” Rarity sighed, glancing back at the filly. “Right?”

“No.” She mumbled back.

“I know your upbringing, Scootaloo. And I want you to know I’m not holding anything against you. We’re all here to learn, and I assure you, I can still help you become a fine little lady. I will give you some things when you leave today, and I expect you to use them.”

Scootaloo didn’t answer. Her normally still orange muzzle was an abnormally harsh shade of red.

“Alright. So let’s move onto step two.” Rarity motioned to the board. She had bolded and underlined this point.

“A proper mare will attract a first class mate. Now. Does anypony know what that means?”

Sweetie appeared to move a hoof, but Rarity simply looked over at her, before she put it down again. Bloom raised her hoof immediately as she sensed her friend’s embarrassment.

“Miss Rarity, I know what you mean. You mean we should find a special somepony that cares for us and makes us feel special.” She said proudly.

Rarity smiled at the filly. “Oh Apple Bloom, that’s how a foal would look at it. What would you do if your somepony didn’t have a job? Are his feelings for you going to keep a roof over your head?”

She looked over at Scootaloo. “Scootaloo, who is the most popular colt in your class?”

“Well, Rumble, obviously.” Scoot said, perking up slightly.

“And why is that?”

“Um, well his brother works with the Wonderbolts. His family always is doing something cool. They get to go to Canterlot all the time. I guess they have lots of bits or something.”

Rarity grinned back at her. “And that’s why you have a crush on him, isn’t it?”

Scootaloo blushed harder if it was possible. “N…no! No way!”

Walking back to the front of the class, Rarity motioned to the third point. “Girls, this is why this point is so important. A proper mare knows how to please their mate”

The room went dead silent.

Rarity laughed at the reaction of the three girls.

“Now now, I know you all are still young. Don’t worry. We’ll take things very…slowly.”

Rarity dismissed the fillies soon after. She brought Scoots to her own stash of beauty products afterwards. She busied herself, grabbing some items.

“Scootaloo, this is for your tail and mane. I know you have a problem with dry hair, so this will help a lot. Don’t worry so much about brushing after you use it. Comb it in and let it sit.”

Rarity tossed a bottle of Tail and Mane shampoo in for good measure. “That type is for dry coats. Just make sure you leave it on for like twenty minutes before you wash it off. It makes a huge difference.”

She packed the items in a small bag for the filly. Scootaloo thanked her, still obviously cross with the mare. She shot off out the door as soon as she was able to.

Watching the filly run off, Rarity smiled, admiring her lean plot and haunches. The little tomboy was going to be a pet project of sorts. It was going to take some work, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy it.