Miss Rarity's Finishing School For Fillies

“This is weird.” Scoots complained, as Rarity ran her washcloth along the filly’s plot.

The three small ponies found themselves piled up in Rarity’s oversize tiled bath, cleaning up after their lesson. Apple Bloom and Sweetie were taking care of each other, but Rarity had insisted she help Scootaloo.

Adding plenty of soap to the water, the entire bath was a scene of bubbly carnage, as large piles of suds flowed over the sides and onto the white tiles. Rarity had opened the windows fully to let some air inside, pulling back the drapes. The afternoon sun painted the room in golden hues, catching as fleeting rainbows in the suds as the ponies all bathed.

Thankfully, the unicorn had removed the plugs from their tailholes before they got in. Except for Apple Bloom, who had somehow sent hers across the room during their session.

They’d have to find that later…

Sweetie and Bloom were enjoying their time in the bath. Suddenly feeling far less inhibited, the pair explored a bit as they cleaned each other off. Sweetie was enjoying the reaction of the little earth filly whenever she moved her hoof along the base of her tail, touching her dock.

Apple Bloom discovered an additional erogenous zone when she was washing Sweetie’s undercarriage. Rubbing soapy suds along her belly, she found the filly was worked into an absolute frenzy when she touched the pony’s small teats. Barely more than small buds on her stomach, Apple Bloom loved the feel of touching the nearly smooth skin, bringing a sigh of delight from her friend.

Rarity was enjoying herself, laying on the side of the tiled tub. She had been toying with a struggling Scootaloo, alternating with holding her still with magic, and letting her splash away into the water, attempting an escape.

“Girls, I think we can use this time to learn a very important lesson about pegasi ponies.” Rarity said, calling for her sister and Apple Bloom to come over. The two fillies immediately stopped their horseplay, wanting to see what the unicorn meant.

Rarity grasped Scootaloo firmly, holding her near the surface of the water. The pegasi just gave up, furrowing her brow as she blew bubbles with her muzzle. Expertly, Rarity focused on her downy feathers near her wings. Scratching deeply with her magic, she deftly massaged the flier around her wing base, feeling Scootaloo instantly turn to putty in her hooves.

“This…” She motioned, directing a purple glow of magic at Scoot’s wing base. “Is one of the most sensitive parts of the Pegasus. A Pegasus will always go to great lengths keeping their feathers clean and free of debris. But it can be difficult to clean the base, especially the top, near the back…”

The other fillies watched intently as Rarity started massaging in circles around the wing bases, scratching into the sensitive flesh with her magic. Scoots moaned as she settled into the water.

“Looks like Scoots really like it!” Apple Bloom added.

“This is one of the most intimate things you can do with a Pegasus, Apple Bloom. It feels amazing for them, as you can see. And it’s one of the most sure signs of trust, as they are allowing you near one of the most important parts of their body…”

"You're literally holding me down right now..." Scoots said, annoyed.

Continuing, the unicorn carefully preened through her downy feathers. “You have to be very careful as you clean her like this. The feathers her are very soft and sensitive. We want to remove any dirt or debris very carefully…”

Rarity finally released the little filly as she finished, letting her settle on the bench of the tub. She sighed as the mare let her go, flicking her tail contentedly.

“Your turn, Apple Bloom.” Rarity said, smiling.

“B…but, ah aint got wings…” the filly stammered.

Smiling, Rarity reached out a hoof, running it along her muzzle, as she pulled the pony closer to her. “We aren’t going to be looking at that part, dear.”

Apple Bloom blushed as Rarity led her to the side of the tub, having her lay down halfway out of the bath, so her plot was sticking out for all to see. Reaching out, Rarity, ran a hoof down her soft fur, caressing her. She was pleased to see the filly held her tail out straight, even without being asked.

Scootaloo and Sweetie watched with rapt attention.

“Girls, it’s very important you keep clean down here.” Rarity motioned with her hoof, rubbing it against Blooms’ folds. The pony jerked at her touch slightly, still sensitive from the earlier lesson.

Levitating a washcloth, Rarity separated the filly’s labia with a thought, running the cloth down her slit, making sure to carefully reach between the folds near her clit.

“We need to make sure all of her little folds are clean. If you’re doing this for a friend, be extra careful. You can see how sensitive she is to the cloth…” Rarity said, running the cotton fabric across Apple Bloom’s clit directly. The little pony twitched as she moaned, instinctively winking against the cloth.

“Haha. Blooms winked! You like that towel, Blooms?” Scootaloo said, enjoying watching another pony being used as an example by Rarity for once.

Blushing, the farm pony just sighed and let Rarity continue. She felt a lot less inhibited now. She just ate out one of her best friends, after all.

“After you wash the mare bits, we can move onto the tail.” Rarity said. She guided the cloth up the pony’s backside, making small circles as she massaged Bloom’s anus.

“Make sure you clean the dock and the base of the tail as well. No matter how prim you hold your tail during love making, there still are bound to be some transfer of…fluids…” She said, washing around the base of Bloom’s tail, paying extra attention to the dock.

“Some ponies especially love having their little tailholes touched, or their dock played with. It can be a very sensitive part.” Rarity added.

Lighting her horn, Rarity brought a black plug levitating to her. She lubed it, before popping it back in the Apple without so much as a warning. Apple Bloom gasped as the plug filled her back up again, making her tail stand up even higher.

I guess she found it after all, thought Sweetie.

Rarity guided the filly back into the water, giving her a kiss as she let the pony sit next to Scoots.

“Sweetie. I need your help for the next part.” Rarity asked, gathering a small bag from nearby.

Without hesitation, the small unicorn moved through the water to her sister. Rarity reached out a hoof, smoothing her damp mane back from her face. Sweetie looked into her sisters eyes as she ran a hoof down her neck, temporarily forgetting her friends as they sat nearby.

Rarity moved her other hoof against Sweetie’s horn, using her washcloth to gently rub it. Sweetie flinched at the sensation, blushing slightly.

“You’ll find that a unicorn’s horn can be very sensitive, especially if they’ve just had an intense experience. It’s sort of a conduit to however the pony is feeling. If the unicorn is already feeling good, the effect can be quite intense…”

Rarity started rubbing the cloth quickly around the horn, moving up and down as she circled it. She knew from experience that her sister was especially sensitive to her ministrations.

Flopping onto her back, Rarity keep magically masturbating the filly as she started rubbing herself. Scoots and Blooms looked on as the pair started to get into it. Sweetie was touching herself under the water, as her older sister had started running the cloth quickly around the tip, sliding it down to the base rhythmically like a small phallus.

“If…the unicorn uses magic while you’re doing this…the effect can even be stronger…” Rarity said as she sighed, feeling her body start to get close again. Having the small fillies watching her only made everything more intense.

As if being asked, Sweetie lit her horn, reaching out to her sister. Her friends could see Sweetie’s magic prodding at Rarity, reaching inside her snatch as Sweetie drilled into her. Rarity almost instantly came, squirting a bit into the bath as she arched back. She settled down against the tile floor, breathing quickly as she rode her orgasm, Sweetie dutifully fingering her with her magic.

The sensation of her hornjob along with her own manual stimulation, brought the filly to a small orgasm of her own. She cried out slightly as her horn sparked out a few times with bright green pyrotechnics, filling up the small room. Sighing, the filly settled down into the water, suddenly very aware of her friends watching her.

The fillies looked over at each other, still stunned and very aroused.

“That was kind of hot.” Scootaloo finally said.

Rarity laughed at the tomboy, settling back into the tub to clean off. Sweetie and Rarity washed each other off under the suds of the water, before hopping out.

Rarity looked out the window at the settling sun.

“Alright girls. Let’s dry off, and I will give you some homework.” Levitating over some towels, Rarity made sure all the fillies were well dried before they headed downstairs again.

As they headed down the stairs, Rarity had a sudden thought. She concentrated her magic, bringing both Sweetie and Scoot's plugs to her, deftly popping them back inside the fillies as they walked downstairs. The pair inhaled sharply at the sudden sensation, but did not protest.

Rarity had the girls all sit down as she rustled around in a nearby closet. She brought out a large green box, levitating it behind her as she walked back over to her blackboard. Plopping down the box, she brought a strange strapped object over to each filly, dropping it on their desk.

“What the buck is this?” Scoots asked, picking up the strange object.

“Excellent choice of words, Scootaloo!” Rarity exclaimed. “Let’s see what it is, shall we?”

Walking over to the orange pony, Rarity smiled when she found she did not need any sort of magic to hold her. The pony looked up at her with a puzzled look, but made no attempt to move or run. She focused on the strapped object, moving it in front of the filly so she could see it.

“When I was a foal, these were much more popular. Even more so many years ago. When a pony was disrespectful, or said naughty words to their parents or teacher, we would let them wear the bridle until they had a chance to think about what they did.”

“Of course, ponies today still wear bridles. Sometimes as strictly decoration, or for fun in the bedroom.” Rarity said, bringing the object close to Scoots. She could see the Pegasus shift in her seat, delighted that she seemed to be trying to hide her excitement. Her wings flexed slightly, unbidden by the filly.

“My bridles are set up to keep the pony wearing them silent, with a large rubber insert on the bit.”

Scootaloo could see clearly now. A metal bar was connected between the two sides of the bridle, with a large black rubber ball in the middle. Leather straps ran from a silver ring connected to the bit, trailing back to silver buckles.

Let me show you, Scootaloo.” Rarity cooed, slowly moving the bridle into place. Rarity could feel Scootaloo try to resist slightly, keeping her muzzle shut. Chuckling, Rarity focused on Scoot’s plug, jiggling it inside the filly as she tweaked her clit from the front. With a sudden gasp, the bit settled inside her mouth firmly. The filly struggled as she suddenly felt her tongue pinned to the bottom of her mouth. Try as she could, she could not push around the large black rubber ball seated inside her.

“Mmph!” Scootaloo groaned, trying to move her head against the object. Rarity deftly pulled the straps tightly around her ears and under her chin, buckling the bridle tightly to her. The Pegasus jumped to her hooves, suddenly struggling to try to remove the object as she made muffled pleas from around the bit.

“Scootaloo, I’m afraid there’s no way a filly will be able to remove those straps. The buckles are set from the back, so I believe you’ll find even your small little wingtips will not work.” Rarity said, walking around her. “This is your next lesson. I’m very sorry it has to be a fairly harsh one. You will earn the right to not wear the bridle when you can go three days without swearing.”

The filly looked up at her with tears, glancing over at Sweetie as well. The filly looked over at her, shaking her head.

“Apple Bloom, come here. It’s your turn.”

“But…but ah didn’t swear! Ah promise!” The filly cried, jumping from her seat.

“Not what I heard from your sister. Now come here. Don’t make this harder on yourself.”

Narrowing her eyes, Apple Bloom darted away from the uncicorn. “Buck this!” She yelled as she headed at full speed for the door. She felt a brief twinge of freedom as she neared the shop entrance. Only to suddenly realize it was not getting any closer…

Then it appeared to be moving away…

“She got your tail, Blooms!” Sweetie yelled out.

Stopping her escape, Apple Bloom settled down on her plot, letting herself be dragged back to the white unicorn.

“Horseapples…” Blooms muttered, just as Rarity popped the bridle into her muzzle. She furrowed her brow as the straps tightened.

Gathering the fillies together, Rarity gave the two fillies a pat on the head. “Now now, it’s not as bad you make it. You’ll be used to those bridles in no time. I expect you both here bright and early tomorrow morning, so I can take them off. You’ll take them to school, and Sweetie can put them on when you leave. I expect you give her no trouble!”

“And just in case you think I’m giving her special treatment, I can assure you she is not.” Rarity levitated the remaining bridle over to her. She held it for Sweetie, and the foal gladly took it with her magic, strapping it to her muzzle herself.

“Now get on home. It’s already quite late. I will see you both back here tomorrow morning!” Rarity shouted. She swatted the pair on the flank as they trotted out of her shop.

Turning to her sister, Rarity’s eyes glinted as she looked at the filly, seated there in her desk, wearing the bridle. The pony looked up at her with wide eyes, a strange mix of fear and excitement in her gaze.

“Now what shall we do tonight, sister?” Rarity asked, her voice sweet and soft.