Miss Rarity's Finishing School For Fillies

“I never dreaded school ending before…” Scootaloo said sullenly, walking with her friends as they slowly trotted towards Carousel Corner.

“No offense Sweetie, but yer sis is absolutely nuts. How do ya’ll deal with it?” Said Apple Bloom.

Sweetie just sighed. “I don’t remember if she was like this when I was little. All I know is since I started seeing Button she got real clingy and weird. He won’t come over anymore.”

“She doesn’t bother you, does she?” Scoots asked.

“Well, not really. She is usually really nice to me. She asked a lot about what Button and I had done on our dates.”

“Weird.” Said Scoots.

“All ah know, is my sis tanned my flank last night when ah tried to get out of going back. She told me this was happenin’ whether ah liked it or not.” Apple Bloom said softly.

“That’s nothing. Dash told me she was sending me to some weird camp near Los Pegasus if I tried to get out of it again. She told me it got shut down for a few months for being too rough on the fillies there…”

“It’s not so bad girls. Rarity is really nice after you know her. I promise.” Sweetie added. Even as she said it, she wasn’t so sure though.

“Yeah? And what about when Featherweight, Button and Rumble were over there? The whole school heard about that, Bells.” Scootaloo asked.

“I…I told you! I asked them over there. Rarity walked in on us. Can we just drop it? I’m embarrassed enough about it. I don’t need to live it again. Okay?” Sweetie said quickly.

“Alright, alright, sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

The trio walked on in silence the rest of the way to the dress maker’s shop.

Rarity seemed in extremely high spirits that day. She had filled the blackboard with topics, and waited patiently as the fillies found their seats.

She slapped her yardstick on the board impatiently.

“Girls, I expect you to get here in a timely manner tomorrow. It doesn’t take twenty minutes to get here from the schoolhouse. I’m being extremely generous closing my shop for a couple hours every day to help you, and I deserve a little more respect than this.”

“No one buys your dusty dresses anyways.” Scoots mumbled under her breath.

Rarity simply glowered at her. Had she actually heard?

Rarity smiled as she walked towards Scoots.

“Miss Scootaloo, I believe you may have volunteered for our next topic.” Rarity said cheerfully. “Come here please.”

Groaning, Scoots hopped down from her seat. She trotted up to the front to stand next to Rarity.

“Now, you girls got me thinking yesterday, especially Apple Bloom, that your general posture and the way you carry yourselves is just appalling. A proper mare carries themselves lightly, they don’t tuck their tail, and they definitely do not slouch!” Rarity raised her voice at the end, poking Scoots under her chin, pushing her head up.

Rarity levitated over a couple dog eared design books, placing them gently on the filly’s head. Scoots rolled her eyes as she felt the magic fall away, and she quickly moved her head to carry the load. She easily balanced the books as she moved a few steps, looking back at the mare with a smirk.

“That’s very good Scootaloo. But. You forgot your tail.” Rarity said, bringing her yardstick down swiftly on the filly’s flank. Scoots jumped at the shock, dropping the books to the ground and instinctively tucking her tail tighter between her haunches.

“Who gives a buck where my tail is?” Scootaloo asked, annoyed.

Rarity smiled back at her. “You may still be too young, my little pony, but you will thank me in the future. I’m sure your teacher has taught you the changes you soon will go through when you reach your first estrus. And as I’ve already made clear, a mare does not dirty her tail or mane. Do you want to be walking around town with a clumped up paintbrush for a tail?”

The three fillies looked at each other. They weren’t quite sure what she was talking about.

Rarity simply sighed, levitating a small box over.

“I see I’m just going to have to show you.” She said, opening the lid and bringing three small tapered objects out. Flesh colored and thin at the top, they flared out slightly, before narrowing once more and then ending in a large base.

“These are for you, girls.”

Scoots and Bloom looked at the objects with confusion. Sweetie looked like she wanted to sink into the ground.

Rarity levitated one of the objects to Scootaloo, placing it in her hoof. Scoots inspected it, seeing that it was quite springy to the touch. She bent the tip over, only to have it spring back in her hoof. She became increasingly aware of a dull warmness in her hoof.

“What in the hay do I do with this?” Scoots asked.

Rarity simply grinned, extending her magic. She grasped the filly firmly, snatching the plug from her hoof. She held it in front of her, bringing a small bottle of liquid to the object. Rarity placed a generous dallop on top of it. Her eyes lit up as she watched Scoots look at the liquid spilling down the sides, glistening in the light of the shop.

Focusing, Rarity flipped up the filly’s tail, before nudging the object at Scoot’s tailhole. Too surprised to object, the filly tried to clench tightly, only to find the slim tip easily push past. She cried in shock as Rarity easily placed the plug inside her. Scootaloo tried to shake her flank at the strange intrusion, only to find the plug was stuck tightly inside her. She grunted in frustration, feeling the sudden need to push the object out, but found she could not.

“What the buck, lady?! What did you stick in my butt?!” Scootaloo yelled angrily. She was trying to pull it out with a hoof, but found it impossible to grasp. She managed to wedge a wing under it, grunting as she started to pull it out. Suddenly a magic force pushed her wing away, slapping her flank for good measure.

“Leave it!” Rarity told her sternly. Scootaloo stopped struggling for a moment, suddenly blushing as she realized her compromising position in front of her friends. With the pressure of the plug, and the sudden uncomfortable warmth in her tailhole, she found her tail was standing straight out behind her, almost letting all her bits be on full display. She found it was almost a challenge to keep it down enough to keep her modesty.

Scootaloo glared over at Rarity when she started laughing at the filly. “You found out quickly, didn’t you? My mother showed me this trick when I was a filly. Of course, her method was a lot more crude. It was called gingering then, and I assure you, the process was much less…pleasant.”

Looking over at the other fillies, she motioned at Scoots. “What we use today are small little plugs that are enchanted with an essence of ginger. They don’t burn, not nearly as much as ginger at least. But let’s just say you will know they are there.”

Rarity brought the yardstick over to Scoots, pointing at her erect tail, as the filly shifted uncomfortably from hoof to hoof.

“You can see, she can barely keep her tail down. I expect all of you to wear these for the next few days. I can assure you, afterwards you won’t be so careless with your tails again.”

“Yer crazy if you think ah’m putting that in my tailhole!” Bloom yelled out

Striding over to her, Rarity made sure she was close to the filly’s muzzle. “Apple Bloom, I’m not giving you a choice. I know your sister ‘punished’ you last night. I can assure you that will be nothing to what happens if don’t listen to me again. Got it?”

Bloom tried to put on as brave a face as possible, but she found herself melting away under the gaze of Rarity. She could still feel the spankings she got the previous night. She didn’t want to disappoint her sister again.

Rarity held her plug in front of her, already glistening with lubricant.

Dejectedly, she reached for it. She started walking away from her desk, trying to reach some privacy near the side of the room. Rarity held her fast with a thought, a purple glow surrounding the filly.

“You can do it here. Scootaloo would feel a lot less embarrassed if you did.” Rarity said, turning the filly so she could face her.

Sighing, Apple Bloom looked over at Scoots, her muzzle still beet red as she tried to stop fidgeting. Sweetie looked over at her with a look of dismay, already holding her plug in her hoof.

Feeling her whole body flush as the other ponies watched her, Apple Bloom quickly took the plug, reached behind her tail, and pushed the tip to her hole. She immediately felt the soft burn of the ginger on her sensitive exposed flesh, feeling the burn inside her as the tip slipped inside. She found her tail raise straight up as the plug entered her, letting the air of the shop wash over her nethers.

Bloom shuddered at the sudden feeling, pushing the plug deeper. She was relieved to find the plug slipped in easily after the tip, sliding inside quickly and seating inside her tailhole. The farm pony shuddered at the sudden intrusion, suddenly fully aware of her tail being fully erect from her body. She felt a sudden push on her body as Rarity brought her flank around, and the filly thrashed for a moment as she realized her entire marehood was on display to Rarity and her two friends. She found she could do nothing to pull away, as Rarity inspected the plug. Satisfied it was seated, Rarity allowed the filly to go free once more. Apple Bloom immediately took her seat, breathing in sharply as the stool pushed against the plug, but thankful her bits were finally concealed once more.

Scootaloo was not fairing nearly as well. Still feeling the tingling of the plug through her nethers, she started trying to clench her haunches together as she felt her own excitement starting to build and slowly leak down her orange fur. Rarity immediately noticed.

“See, Scoots? Now imagine if your tail was there. You’d simply be a mess, my dear. Better to let it all out.”

“Buck you! What’s going on? I didn’t even touch it…” Scootaloo replied angrily, before realizing her mistake.

“Oho, has our little Pegasus already started clopping? That won’t do either, young lady. A good little mare never touches herself, darling. That simply isn’t done.” Rarity put her hoof over the small orange pony, guiding her back to her seat.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to work on that later with you.” Rarity added, happily.

Scoots shifted uncomfortably as the plug pushed back against her insides. She felt a flood of consuming thoughts as her body heated up. She usually only felt like this when she got a peak at Dash, or when Rumble was trying something with her after school. Her heart was beating fast, as her stomach tied itself in knots.

Rarity strode over, gently lifting her head with a hoof. She levitated the stacks of books once more on top of the filly’s head. Scoots sighed with dejection, but balanced the books easily once more. Rarity walked away, motioning towards the filly. “See girls, this is the perfect posture I want to see.” She ran her yardstick under the filly’s muzzle and down her neck.

“Head held up.”

She moved it along the filly’s chest and sides, before grazing along her stomach and teats. Scootaloo twitched slightly, but kept still.

“See how her back is straight when she stands this way?”

Rarity guided the wooden stick along the filly’s haunches. Scootaloo’s tail twitched as the stick pushed against her plug, grazing her now slightly sticky nethers.

“And the perfect way she is holding her plot and tail. Very good Scootaloo. You may sit down.

A thankful filly rushed over and took her seat.

Apple Bloom glanced over at Sweetie Belle, watching the unicorn simply grasp the plug on her desk with her magic, placing it inside her without barely getting up. She glanced back at her friend, looking ashamed and embarrassed as she shifted slightly to get used to the sensation.

Rarity smiled at all the fillies. “Very good! I expect you all to keep those inside you all day tomorrow at class. You may take them out to go to the bathroom, and nothing else.”

She stared over at Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. “Remember. I have talked with Dash and Applejack. I don’t want to hear one more complaint to either of them. Or you know what will happen.”

The pair looked at each other with concern. They knew darned well what would happen. And neither felt like testing the resolve of their guardians. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom said good bye to their friend, filing out of the shop, tails still held uncomfortably high. Scoots said a silent prayer to Celestia that nopony would notice.

Rarity shut the door behind them, flipping her sign to ‘Closed.’ She turned around, focusing her gaze on Sweetie, still seated at her desk.

“Your friend Scootaloo is such a darling little filly. How do you manage to keep your hooves off her?”

Sweetie blushed slightly. “You know I’m more into colts. I mean I’m dating Button after all.”

“Of course.” Rarity smiled. “You still like your big sister though, I hope?” The unicorn said softly, walking towards her. Sweetie Belle could feel the light tendrils of Rarity’s magic as she pushed softly at her plug. The filly shift uncomfortably in her seat as the mare felt her sex with her magic.

Rarity levitated the yardstick over. Still glistening with Scoot’s essence, she held it under her muzzle, smelling it. “She smells absolutely wonderful. If you’ve never done anything, why don’t you see for yourself?”

She brought the stick to Sweetie, placing it against her nose, almost touching her muzzle. Sweetie tentatively sniffed it. She could feel her body flush slightly as Rarity played with her as she smelled her friend’s sex.

“Why don’t you take a taste?” Rarity asked.

The mare barely had to ask. Sweetie reached out her tongue, licking the yardstick. She could taste hints of Rarity’s lubricant, mixed with the electric taste of Scootaloo. She pushed her hoof against her crotch as she licked the yardstick clean.

“Good girl.” Rarity said quietly. She walked over, taking sweetie by her hoof, leading her up the steps to her room.

Lit in a golden light as the afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, Rarity led her sister to her bed, laying down top of the red satin bedspread. She lay back, splaying her legs and offering herself to Sweetie. “I got a little bit worked up today.”

Sweetie felt a shiver through her nethers as she came in closer to her sister’s thighs. The mare was positively soaking, her fine white fur slicked down against her flesh. She leaned in closer, making Rarity sigh at her sister’s breath on her teats. She could feel herself wink, spilling a slight trickle down onto her thigh. Sweetie reached out her tonugue, dutifully catching the drop and licking her way up to her sister’s marehood. She circled her tongue around the outside, lapping at her sister’s arousal.

Reaching out with a hoof, Rarity stroked her mane as she sighed deeply. “Maybe tomorrow I can play the bad teacher with you. I think I even have a costume for it somewhere…”

Rarity bit her lip as the filly suddenly circled her clit. Rarity could feel herself wink, and Sweetie took the initiative, digging her tongue deeply into her folds. Her hoof pushed against Sweetie’s head as her body tensed.

“I could make a school filly costume for you tonight. Gods, that sounds hot.” Rarity said, trying to control her breathing as she got warmed up. She focused her magic on Sweetie’s plot, a purple glow coming from her sex as she pushed on the filly’s g-spot from inside her. She could feel her sister break away for a moment as she gasped, before attacking Rarity’s snatch once more.

“Try it on me.” Rarity said. “How I showed you.”

Sweetie lit her horn, a light green light spilling over her sister’s body. She focused inside her, carefully locating the sensitive spot just a few inches inside. She rubbed her magic against it, slowly building the pressure up. Rarity’s legs spasmed as a charge of pleasure rode through her body. She pushed her haunches at the filly, cooing as Sweetie brought her off.

“Oh gods, you’re getting…really good at that…” Rarity gasped. “I…I can’t hold back anymore!”

Already worked up from teasing Sweetie’s friends, Rarity felt her whole body explode, sending a flood of marecum into the waiting muzzle of her sister. Sweetie lapped at it hungrily, still keeping her magic focused on Rarity’s g-spot. The mare gyrated her hips into her sister’s muzzle, gasping as Sweeties continued to masturbate her from the inside. She eventually had to push the insatiable pony off her, as she lay back on the bed, catching her breath.

As she lay there in her afterglow, she looked down at Sweetie. She still shifted from hoof to hoof uncomfortably. Rarity smiled at her. “Does my sister need a little help with something?”

She focused on her, levitating the filly on top of her, turning her so her sister’s plot was directly in her face. She smirked as she toyed with the plug still firmly seated in her tailhole. Her dock twitched as her tail stuck straight up once more.

“It’s not that bad, is it?” Rarity asked,

“It…it’s not big or anything. But it kind of makes my whole crotch feel really warm. And it’s driving my crazy.”

“Well it’s staying put for now.” Rarity said. “It’ll feel better in a minute. You’ll see.”

Rarity leaned in, planting her mouth over her sister’s clit, suddenly sucking her into her mouth. The filly kicked her leg slightly at the sudden contact. Rarity could feel her winking as she placed her muzzle directly into her sister’s tunnel, digging her tongue in deeply. She knew from experience she could easily reach the filly’s most sensitive spot with her tongue alone.

And Sweetie absolutely loved it.

She lashed her tongue around, feeling her clamp down and contract around it. Rarity could feel her muzzle and chin almost soaking as Sweetie started getting closer. She pulled away for a moment, smiling as she wiped her muzzle. Watching her sister wink against the air, making soft cooing noises. The feeling of hot breath on her teats as the pony pressed her muzzle against her

“You haven’t said anything about our time together to your friends, have you Sweetie?” Rarity asked. She used her magic to slowly circle the filly’s sex, drawing back when she winked. She could tell her sister was close.

“N…no! I would never…” Sweetie said back, craning her neck to look back at her sister.

“They didn’t mention talking to anypony? I could get in trouble, Sweetie. I don’t know what would happen if they told anypony about our little classroom fun. Or if they knew about us.” She pushed hard on Sweetie’s plug pressing it down against her sex. The pressure from the plug and Rarity’s magic sandwiched her clit and g-spot from inside. The sudden sensation made her lose control of her legs, as her body flopped down on top of her sister. A new flood of cum washed over Rarity’s chest fluff.

“Rarity! P…please! Keep going!” Sweetie gasped.

“We had a close call with Button and his friends. I don’t want to lose you.” Rarity sad softly. She concentrated, sending a small tendril of magic at her sister. She wrapped it around the winking clit, rubbing it quickly. The pressure from inside and the direct stimulation made Sweetie cry out as she came hard. Rarity could feel her chest heaving against her as she continued her magic assault. She drew away her control of the plug, smirking as it continued to move as Sweetie’s young muscles contracted around it.

Still catching her breath, Sweetie curled her body around slightly, looking over at her sister. “I promise. They won’t tell anypony, sis. I’ll make sure.”

“Good girl.” Rarity said. She reached over, pulling the filly close. The two held each other close as the afternoon light started fading from the window.