Miss Rarity's Finishing School For Fillies

“No. Way.” Dash said, flying around Scoots. She had meet the filly on the way back to her aunt’s home.

“You must have really pissed her off.” Dash said, looking at the bridle. Scootaloo hung her head slightly, face flushing red even in the dim light of the early evening.

“It’s not so bad, kid. We have to wear those sometimes for formal events with the Princesses. Just part of being a proper mare sometimes, ya know?” Dash trailed on, flying alongside the filly. Scootaloo kept her silence. She had soon realized it was impossible to try to form any words wearing the bridle.

The fact her idol and de facto sister seemed to have no issue with Rarity doing this to her hurt her the most. She just wanted to get home…

“I bet it feels really weird, huh?” Dash asked. “It feels pretty strange the first few times, but you get used to it. I have one for fancy events at home; I barely notice it when I wear it anymore.”

The orange filly stayed silent. She had no way of knowing Dash was merely talking about her dress bridle, specifically designed to not even be felt when worn.

And of course it didn’t gag the Wonderbolt when she wore it.

“Don’t want to talk about it, huh? That’s fine.” Dash said. “You’re gonna be glad you’re doing this someday. Trust me.”

“AJ and I only had you go to Rare’s because we thought it was the best thing for you.” Dash continued.

Scootaloo looked over at her, seeing the mare looking at her with kind eyes. Feeling overcome with frustration, Scoots just turned away and kept walking.

Dash leaned over, patting the filly on the mane. “It’ll get better. Just don’t give Rare any more trouble, okay?”

The cyan mare took off into the sky, leaving the very flustered filly to walk home by herself. She sighed into the gag, still finding herself chomping on the thin metal bit.

This sucked.

The strange feeling of any pony in the town seeing her like this kept clawing at her thoughts. Still focused on trying to keep her tail low to conceal the plug, she suddenly was aware of how ridiculous she looked wearing the bridle. And she had no way of telling them why, even if she wanted to.

Reaching her aunt’s, she was extremely relieved to find nopony was home. She went to the side door, letting herself in. She slipped down the dark hallway, locking her room behind her as she went inside. Turning on a small desk lamp, she flopped down on the bed.

She reached down and rubbed herself inadvertently. The stupid plug still made her body feel warm and bothered, even after all this time. Thinking back to Rarity’s house, she found herself feel a sudden flutter through her stomach as she pictured the mare having her way with the filly.

Scowling, Scoots flipped onto her side, pulling a new edition of a Daring Do comic form her nightstand. She turned to the middle, picking up on the story line where she left off.

Hopefully she could take her mind off things…

“Ahahaha! Mac, git in here. This is just too funny!” Applejack shouted, trying to control her laughing.

The large stallion plodded into the living room, almost instantly sniggering to himself.

“Rare’s has got ya all trussed up, ain’t she Blooms?” Applejack laughed. “She must have got sick ah that lip of yours. Can’t say Ah blame her.”

The filly just looked back at her defiantly. Of course her sister didn’t care. Why would she? She sent her to Rarity in the first place!

She bit at the bridle slightly, finding her tongue still well pinned to the bottom of her mouth. She could barely move it at all against the thick rubber. Her muzzle flushed bright red as she turned away from her sister.

“I remember when ole Granny first made me wear one ah those. Ain’t no big deal. You’ll get over it.” Applejack said, wiping tears from her muzzle.

“Yep!” Added Mac, still chuckling to himself.

Apple Bloom just turned to the stairs and started walking upstairs, looking away from her sister. She still felt incredibly embarrassed, as she still strained to hold her tail down. Her whole body felt warm as she felt exposed and foolish in front of her family.

“Silent treatment, huh?” Applejack said. “Well now ah can see why Rare’s did you up like that. Well go up to yer room if yah like, Ah’m not bringing any dinner up though, yah hear?”

The filly walked down to her room, shutting the door and collapsing on her bed. Running a hoof down, she poked at the plug, furrowing her brow as she felt a twinge of excitement through her body as she fiddled with it.

Why did she feel this way suddenly?

She sighed, settling back on her bed, trying to ignore the warm sensations flowing though her thighs.

Walking through Ponyville, and in front of her family, it had felt so weird. She fought the feelings inside her. The filly felt a wave of shame at getting turned on by such a strange act.

Pulling out a book from class, she tried to occupy herself on something else.

It wasn’t working very well.

“Alright girls. Let’s get those off.” Rarity said, smiling. It was very evident neither filly had even attempted to remove the bridles the previous evening. They were still buckled tightly around their ears, bits seated well in their mouths.

She did Scootaloo first, looking the filly in the eyes as she undid the straps. Scoots backed away quickly when she felt them fall away, pulling back from the bridle quickly. She moved her mouth a few times, getting used to the sensation of not having the gag inside her.

Rarity loved the embarrassed look on her face as she removed it. The filly stared back at her, but didn’t say a thing.

She had Sweetie undo Apple Bloom’s. The farm filly moved her tongue around as she felt the rubber pull away, smacking the top of her mouth, thankful to finally be free once more.

“Thanks Bells.” She said quietly.

“Scootaloo?” Rarity said, looking over at the filly.

Glancing at her friends, she looked back at Rarity, looking up at her. “Thank you Rarity.”

The unicorn cleared her throat as she looked back at the filly.

"Um...Miss Rarity..." Scootaloo said softly.

The unicorn smiled back at her. “You are very welcome dear. If I hear no more word of you swearing or talking back to your sisters or teacher, we can talk about not wearing them all the time, alright?”

Rarity reached out and tussled the filly’s magenta mane. The filly blushed as she just looked down at the ground.

The trio waved good bye to the mare as they started off to school. They walked in silence for a while, not encountering any other ponies at this hour on the street.

“Okay, ah’m just gonna say it. Ah’m sorry ah got on yer case for talking about clopping the other day, Scoots.” Apple Bloom finally said.

Scoots looked over at her friend, surprised. “Huh? What?”

Sweetie Belle looked puzzled for a moment, before a grin spread on her muzzle. “No way! You didn’t?!”

“Did what?” Scootaloo asked

Apple Bloom just sighed.

“She totally clopped last night! You got turned on by all the bridle stuff didn’t you?” Sweetie Belle replied excitedly.

Apple Bloom looked over at her friend. “Look. It just…happened. Ah just felt so embarrassed by my family.” She said softly. “Why the buck does that make me feel that way?! That’s weird, right? Am Ah some kind of freak?”

“It’s alright Blooms.” Scootaloo said. “I know what you mean. I felt the same way last night.”

“It’s not the first time I wore it.” Added Sweetie happily. “I already knew it turned me on.”

The other fillies turned to their friend, staring at her, before turned back to the path.

“Look, Dash totally knows what’s going on. And she’s perfectly fine with it.” Scootaloo said.

“My sis knows too. She was laughing at me last night!” Apple Bloom said angrily.

The three could see the schoolhouse in the distance, hearing the bell softly toll.

“Okay, I’m actually looking forward to school.” Scootaloo said. “That can’t be right, can it?”

Apple Bloom giggled at her. “Not really! Look girls, let’s just get through the day, okay?”

Walking to the Boutique after school seemed somewhat different that day.

The fillies looked at each other as they trotted down the street, sensing there wasn’t the same level of apprehension as they had before.

Apple Bloom had to admit to herself, that she was actually a little interested in what they would be doing that day. She had made a mental note the previous night, that hoofing herself was nowhere near as fun as when she played with Sweetie. Rarity was definitely right there.

Scootaloo looked particularly anxious as well. She found herself thinking constantly of sex during school. The strange feelings from the previous night had never really gone away, and she had done nothing to take care of them herself.

She kept picturing different things Rarity or her friends would do. The filly had kept sneaking sidelong glances at Rumble as well during the school day, wondering if he’d like to join in as well.

Neither would admit it, but they weren’t necessarily dreading their lesson that day.

Sweetie opened the door, letting the trio inside the room. Rarity was already waiting for them at her large desk, walking over as they entered. She smiled widely at them.

“Such good fillies! You made excellent time today.” She said, beaming.

Slowly walking to their desks, Rarity stopped them with her hoof.

“Not yet girls. First thing first. We haven’t finished with your language training.” She said, bringing the bridles over. She slipped the first one onto Scootaloo, noticing the filly willingly opened her mouth to accept it. She cinched it firmly over her head and ears, stroking her mane gently.

Rarity glanced over to see Sweetie doing the same for her friend, placing the bridle firmly in the farm filly’s muzzle. Apple Bloom did not protest, letting her friend strap it on.

With a glow, Rarity brought the third bridle and placed it on her sister.

“Now, tails up girls.” She said softly.

The mare was delighted as all three fillies followed her command without complaint. She walked around them, starting with Scootaloo.

“Scootaloo! You are positively soaked! You poor dear.” Rarity exclaimed, reaching out with her magic and running a strand of purple magic along the filly’s sex. She gathered a large dallop of her juice, making the filly twitch her flanks, sighing into the bridle. Rarity tasted her, making sure the three couldn’t see exactly what she was doing.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you sorted soon.” Rarity cooed. “Now, just a little pressure here, just for a moment.”

Scootaloo tensed as she felt something slide inside her snatch. Whatever it was was small, but was shaped to push against her sensitive bits from the inside. After a few moments of trying to push the object out, she eased up, letting the pleasurable sensation of the object push against her.

Rarity repeated the process on Apple Bloom. The little filly barely reacted when she inserted the small rubberized object, but Rarity could feel her clench on the item as it seated itself inside her.

“Somepony else is worked up today too, aren’t they?” Rarity said, giving Apple Bloom a firm pat on her flanks.

With Sweetie, the mare simply handed the device to her. Sweetie had seen it many times before, sighing to herself as she lit her horn and inserted it herself. She flexed her flanks slightly as she adjusted to the size inside her.

“Now, you may all have a seat.” Rarity motioned to their desks.

The trio all tried to crane their necks as they walked over, trying to see the strange devices inside them. Scoots got the best view, as she looked over and could see Bloom’s sex fully exposed. She could see a large black flared piece sticking out of her friend, flat against her slit, preventing whatever it was from entering her any more.

Scootaloo sat down gingerly, felling the object press against her as she made contact with the bench. She sighed as it pushed against her clit from inside her body.

“Girls, you may be wondering what I’ve placed inside you today.” Rarity said, grinning. She motioned to the blackboard, where she had placed a crude drawing.

“These are all small vibrators, designed to be placed inside a pony. You’ll be wearing them for the first hour of class.”

Rarity motioned to her drawing. “One difference though. These are specially designed for a unicorn. I can turn them on and off with a thought.”

As she spoke, all three fillies jolted off their seats as all three vibrators turned on inside them. Looking at each other in shock, they confirmed they were all suddenly in the same predicament. Scootaloo tried to settle back down on her bench seat as the vibe slowly moved inside her, but found it was almost unbearable as the pressure seated firmly on her g-spot. She decided to settle onto her rump, feeling her plug push inside her more, accentuating the feelings from her marehood.

Apple Bloom simply planted herself down, letting the device vibrate fully on her most sensitive bits. She sighed as it went to work, hoping her friends wouldn’t notice the enjoyment she was getting from it. She moved her hips slightly, trying to buck herself against the seat.

“I’ve also enchanted the switch to respond to pressure. So basically, any clenching whatsoever will turn it off.” Rarity added.

Sweetie Belle mumbled in annoyance into her gag, as her vibe turned off almost immediately. Unlike the other ponies, she was used to Rarity’s toys, and was excited as soon as she saw the black objects. Rarity didn’t always set them to turn off though, a new development that made the filly curse at herself in frustration.

Blooms suddenly realized the same annoyance, as the buzzing sensation turned off as she winked. Trying to push herself into the thing, she realized she couldn’t really hit the right spots to get herself off, seated at the desk as she was. She mumbled into the bridle, trying to get any sort of assistance from Rarity.

“No winking girls. Or off it goes.”

Scootaloo grunted in annoyance as her vibrator turned off as well. She could feel her entire seat already wet with her sex, and wanted desperately to keep going. She looked over at Rarity with pleading eyes, trying to make any sounds around the rubber gag.

“You’ll find this is a great tool for controlling your mate. If you deny them pleasure for a longer period of time, not only will they want it from you even more…” Rarity spoke, while walking over to Sweetie Belle. “The sensation when you allow them that pleasure, will be several times greater.”

Rarity reached out, touching the filly’s horn. She almost immediately felt a shot of electricity course through her young body. Sweetie moaned, trying to grind her plot into the desk, seeking some relief.

“Her whole body gets more sensitive the longer she’s like this. If you can edge your partner long enough, they’ll do whatever you like…” Rarity said softly. She walked back to her desk, watching the three squirm. She grinned when she saw their vibes turn back on, seeing the young ponies moving their hips at the movement, trying desperately to get off.

Rarity pretended to go over some aspects of how to deny the orgasm in other ways, pointing out some other points on her blackboard, but in reality she wasn’t paying attention. She concentrated on watching the fillies nearing their climax, starting to count how many times they were edged to the brink. Focusing on her own sex, she rubbed herself slowly, making notes on a pad in front of her.

Scootaloo got up to eleven within the hour.

Impressive.

Absently bringing over one of her well used sofas, Rarity positioned it in front of the trio.

“Scootaloo.” Rarity called out. The filly looked over at her, near panic and desperation showing on her face. Her wings were aching after being erect for almost an hour. Rarity could see her breath coming fast as she chomped occasionally at the bridle.

“I know today has been very rough on you. You’re going to help me with the next part.”

Thankful for any respite from the constant assault on her sex, the filly hopped out of her seat. Rarity chuckled when she saw the desk chair completely glistening with the young tomboy’s essence. Making sure the other fillies could see, Rarity lay back on the sofa, spreading her rear hooves widely for Scoots, displaying her damp marehood.

She focused her magic on Scootaloo, popping the vibe from her backside. A small trickle of pre dripped down the filly’s legs as she shuddered at the strange emptiness.

“This is the perfect chance to show you another way to pleasure a female partner. A mare or filly can stand in for a colt.” Rarity said, pulling Scoots to her. She guided the filly to stand between her legs, placing her front hooves around her chest. Scoots gave her an unsure look, until Rarity grasped her rump firmly and pushed the filly’s sex against her own.

Scootaloo gave a sudden gasp at the sudden warmth of the mare, feeling her clit rub against the incredibly silky folds of the unicorn. Rarity winked as she moved against her, nibbling slightly on the filly’s clit. Scoots moaned into the bridle, starting to move on her own.

“There we are dear. Up and down.” Rarity sighed, letting the filly take over. She reached down and started caressing her flanks. She would occasionally reach out and push her little plug inside her, making her young body tense up, rubbing harder against the mare.

Moving her hooves, Rarity started caressing Scoot’s wings, running up and down the soft undersides, and making circles around the base.

“You can see how sensitive she is after all that time waiting…” Rarity said with a sigh, feeling herself getting close.

Scootaloo found herself in quite a state. Her whole body was one bundle of pleasure as she felt an almost electric sensation course through her. Her mind was clouding as she rode against Rarity, reaching down and running her hooves against her body. Even the touch of her fur seemed to make her tingle. She could feel her orgasm coming like a slow, unyielding force, pushing through her. She was moaning constantly into the gag at this point, a thin trail of drool running down her muzzle as she arched her back.

Rarity pulled her muzzle to her own, kissing the filly deeply through the bit. Scoots could feel the mare tasting her, but could do nothing to meet her, with her tongue trapped as it was. Scoot’s eyes glazed over as she came, pulling away from the mare as she started gasping. She lost control of herself entirely, as Rarity held her close to her body. She could feel the filly spasming against her as the pegasi squirted against her sex, drenching the unicorn to her fetlocks. Feeling the pony cum against her drove Rarity to focus her magic on her sex, bringing herself off as Scootaloo finished her orgasm. She rubbed herself on the filly’s still twitching body, massaging her clit hard against the soft velvet of the filly's nethers. Rarity opened her mouth slightly, feeling her cum mix with the little tomboys on her legs.

“Ahn….ahn…..” Scootaloo moaned into the bit, breathing quickly as she tried to process everything. Her whole body felt like it had been wrung out, exhausted but still feeling horny for some reason. She could feel her sex still absolutely throbbing as Rarity still gently rubbed herself against the filly.

Sweetie and Apple Bloom sat there, muzzles slightly agape.

Rarity helped Scootaloo off her, letting the dear rest on the sofa next to her. The filly still felt fuzzy, trying to gather control of her limbs again.

“Alright girls, up you go.” Rarity said, moving both filly’s from their desks. As soon as they were on their hooves, they felt a plopping sensation from their nethers as Rarity freed her vibrators.

“Time for practical application, girls.” Rarity said. She motioned to side of the sofa that wasn’t drenched in marecum. “I’ll help dear little Scootaloo here. Looks like it was a bit much for her.”

Rarity levitated the pegasi to a sitting couch she usually used for patrons. Rarity took the bridle off of her, letting Scoots muzzle gape open. She placed the filly on the sofa gently with her magic, kissing her on the forehead.

She trotted back to her desk, eagerly watching her sister and Apple Bloom, already intently repeating her lesson. She smirked as she saw Apple Bloom take the lead, mounting her friend and holding her down as they ground against each other.

“Just like her sister…” said Rarity softly.

Finding one session of tribadism to be the limit for such young ponies after all the build up, Rarity sent the other two Crusaders home, both looking exhausted, but smiling none the less.

“Remember girls. If I hear one instance of backtalk to Applejack, Dash, or any other adult, the bridles go back on. And next time, you’ll wear them to school too.” Rarity said as they walked to the door. Scoots noticeably grimaced, but Apple Bloom just turned to face the mare.

“Um…Miss Rarity?” She asked.

Delighted by the proper words, Rarity looked down at the filly. “Yes?”

“Could um…Could ah borrow the bridle maybe? For a bit?” Blooms asked, shuffling her hooves slightly.

“Really? Whatever for?” Rarity asked.

“She’s totally gonna clop wearing it…” Scootaloo said, interjecting.

“Am not!” Apple Bloom said, glaring at her friend. “Ah mean, ah won’t Miss Rarity. Ah liked wearing it, that’s all. Even if my sis made fun of me.”

“Well, I could I suppose. I can reverse the straps so you could take it off yourself.” Rarity replied, levitating Blooms bridle to her. She deftly undid some fasteners, quickly reversing the buckles so that even an Earth pony could take it off, with a little effort. She held it out to the filly, whom gratefully took it with her muzzle.

“Remember though, we are all proper fillies and mares here. If I hear about you clopping outside our classroom, you will be punished…” Rarity said softly, looking down at the filly with a somber expression. Apple Bloom nodded enthusiastically, quickly leaving with Scootaloo.

Rarity just grinned to herself, turning and walking back inside. She used her magic to collect Sweetie Belle, still panting as she recovered from her time with Apple Bloom.

“Come along sister. We need to get into the bath.” She said, levitating the resting pony up the stairs