Rarity's Assertiveness Training Course

"Rarity, really, you don't have to go through all this trouble just for me.”

Fluttershy tries to hide behind her long pink mane, scuffing her hoof nervously along the floor as Rarity circles about, pulling and prodding and tightening the dress that she'd insisted Fluttershy simply had to wear.

"Nonsense, it's no trouble at all. And do stop fidgeting, dear," she scolds as she adjusts the luxurious ruffled skirt that perfectly accents Fluttershy's tail.

“Just one more snap and...there!"

Hoping that Rarity won't notice the rosy tinge of her cheeks, she turns to observe her wings as she flexes them up and down through the openings in the tight, red leather garment. Although she'd never, ever, ever say so, Fluttershy actually feels a bit embarrassed in the unusual outfit that Rarity picked out for her. She's never worn a ... corset before, and the way this itty-bitty skirt is framing her rear seems awfully lewd.

"Are you sure this is all, um, necessary?"

"Of course!" Rarity replies as she practically skips to the finely carved doors on the opposite wall of her bedroom. "Wearing the proper clothing is one of the most important aspects of this whole exercise. If we're going to turn you into a confident and forceful young mare, you'll have to look the part..."

"If you ... say so ..."

"And I'll have to look the part as well," she continues, producing a strange assortment of leather straps from somewhere deep inside her enviably large closet. "Today, you're a princess. And I am your humble and willing maidservant."

“Princess? M-maidservant?" she stutters. Nervously glancing about the room, the doors locked and shades drawn ("I want you to be completely comfortable, Fluttershy. We can't have anyone looking in on our training exercises now can we?"), she begins to wonder just what kind of crazy situation she's gotten herself into this time.

"Well, oh my ... Well, um, okay but ... where's your dress, Rarity?"

She gives her a rather amused look, "Why, it's right here," she says, dangling the straps about playfully.

Fluttershy stares questioningly for a moment at the tangle of belts and buckles and o-rings. It seems like the sort of thing she would imagine a workhorse should have. She can't fathom what use a delicate and sophisticated pony like Rarity would have for something like that.

"I'm so glad you finally agreed to this. This is just what you need, you'll see."

Very deliberately, Rarity begins fastening herself into the shimmering black leather harness. Beginning with her forelegs, she slips her hooves through the straps and slides them slowly up and over her shoulders, carefully locking down the first buckle just above her withers. She notes with amusement that it's times like these that make her truly appreciate being a unicorn. She never has to worry about not being able to reach. Not even if her whole body were tied up, her legs wrapped and bound with a fresh and silky rope, leaving her rolling and writhing and twisting about on the floor, lusciously hogtied like a steer at one of Applejack's rodeos ...

Rarity shakes herself out of her fantasy, remembering that she's doing this for Fluttershy, after all.

She places the next belt about her chest, firmly against the muscles just above her tummy. This is one of her most favorite straps: an especially thick band, the biggest one in the whole set. She can never resist tightening it just a little too much, and lets out a little moan as she fastens the buckle. She just loves to feel the wide belt squeezing against her flesh with each and every tiny movement she makes. It's so constraining, so ... delightful the way it denies her the very deepest of breaths. That feeling of being just on the edge of danger is simply exhilarating.

She ventures a glance at Fluttershy, finding her pink-faced and watching curiously as Rarity dresses herself. She suddenly finds herself blushing as well, now a bit flustered at the thought of doing all this in front of somepony.

It is, one might say, an unexpected bonus.

With extra care, she gently slips the lower straps between her hind legs and around her haunches, giggling as Fluttershy timidly looks away. She passes a third strap over her croup, firmly attaching it to each of the smaller straps about her legs.

Eagerly, she turns her attention to the penultimate pieces of the outfit. Being sure not to move too quickly in her excitement, she pulls a pair of tight leather stockings onto her hind legs, first one, and then the other, clipping each one to the belts around her rump. Rarity grows rather giddy at the wonderful feeling of every inch of her legs squeezed and pressed into the soft black sleeves. She flexes each knee for just a moment, savoring the lovely tension that it creates before moving on to the best part; a very simple little strap that she latches to an o-ring at the inside of each leg.

Fluttershy, having summoned the courage to look once again in Rarity's direction, finds herself confused at the latest addition.

“Rarity," she asks, "um, excuse me but, why are you tying your legs together like that? Won't it be hard to move?"

"Well, yes, dear, that's the whole point," she replies, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And now, for the piece de resistance," she announces as she happily buckles a collar and leash around her neck. "Aaah, yes, that is simply marvelous."

After taking a moment to stretch and test the integrity of her straps, she turns to Fluttershy with a sober and serious expression.

"Alright, it's time for the lesson." Fluttershy shrinks under her stern gaze, much to Rarity's disappointment. "You see, Fluttershy?" she huffs, "That is your problem: you're simply too afraid of conflict!"

"Oh, I am? I'm sorry."

Rarity sighs and gives her a pitying look, "It's alright, darling, that's what we're here for. Now, I want you to stand with your head high. Today, you will be the one in charge. You are powerful and deserve respect. I want you to command me. You see, getting used to the feeling of power will help you become more open and more willing to make your presence known. You must force your will upon me. Do you understand? "

"If ... if that's what you want ..."

"Good, now let's begin."

With that, Rarity lowers herself to the floor. She coaxes Fluttershy to take her leash and looks up through her long and carefully maintained eyelashes, "I'm all yours, my Mistress," she says, fluttering her eyelids cutely. "Drag me around. Step on me. Give me your orders. I'm ever so eager to please you."

Fluttershy stares down at her friend, quite certain that she's never been in such an odd situation before. She shakes her head. "No," she thinks to herself "this is no time to worry about little things like that. Rarity went through a lot of trouble for me, so I'm gonna do my best."

"Alright," she says, raising herself up to her full height, gripping the leash firmly in her teeth, "lets, um ... go for a walk then."

Rarity almost squeals in excitement as Fluttershy turns away, pulling at her leash and goading her to stand. They walk very slowly around the room, but the white pony's beautiful heart is, nevertheless, beating rather quickly. Fluttershy is quite fond of animals, after all, so it only makes sense that she'd know how to use a leash. Rarity luxuriates in every second, feeling life in every inch of her body, hugged inside the firm and loving grasp of her harness. With each hobbling step she takes, she feels her stockings gripping her legs, tight against her skin as her very body fights against itself, each leg tugging and yanking at the other. It's simply delicious. Every so often, she'll pull slightly against the collar, testing her boundaries only to be stiffly pulled back in line by her Mistress. She could go on like this forever. "Mmmm..."

"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" Fluttershy asks in a slight panic.

"Hm? Oh, no, perish the thought, dear! You're doing wonderfully!" Rarity suddenly pauses as she's struck by a realization: she's been acting rather selfishly, hasn't she? "You are doing very well, Fluttershy, but ... well, all we've done is walk around my bedroom. Perhaps there's something else you wish for me to do? You are my lovely and intelligent Mistress, after all."

Fluttershy wavers for a moment, thoughtfully considering what sorts of things she could possibly ask for. Generally, she tries not to be a bother.

"Well, um ... I guess ... turn around?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Rarity replies as she eagerly spins about, her tail twitching as she leaves her backside exposed and unprotected. "What could be next?" she wonders. "Is she going to slap me? Or maybe even a kick? And with my back turned, I won't even see it coming. Fluttershy can be so clever sometimes," she thinks, "this is so devilishly exciting."

She continues to wait. And wait. And wait ... her anticipation waning as Fluttershy remains silent.

"Okay ... now, I guess ... stand on one leg?"

Rarity complies distractedly, growing slightly concerned that perhaps the exercise isn't going exactly the way she'd hoped.

"Well now, um," Fluttershy continues hesitantly, "um ... hop up and down?"

"Fluttershy~!" Rarity whines, clopping her hooves irritably, "This isn't Simon Says!"

"Am I doing it wrong?" Fluttershy asks, dropping the leash from her mouth and lowering her head in shame.

Rarity looks on, conflicted with feelings of annoyance and compassion. "You're supposed to be giving me real orders," she pouts, "Something that makes you feel powerful and important."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Um ..." she trails off uncertainly, "What sort of things did you have in mind?"

Rarity pauses, absently tossing her mane back as she thinks, her curls bouncing vibrantly against the collar on her neck. "Well ..." she says, "Oh, I know! How about a hoof massage!" She claps her forehooves together excitedly, "What fun! It'll be just like a day at the spa!"

Fluttershy smiles shyly. She is rather fond of massages. "That does sound nice, if you wouldn't mind that is. Oh! I mean ..." Lifting her head confidently, she looks Rarity square in the eye, clears her throat and says in her most self-assured voice "I demand that you massage my hooves."

Rarity approaches Fluttershy with a satisfied smirk, placing her forelegs around her neck and drawing her lightly to the floor. "As you wish, my Mistress."

Her pink locks cascade over the sumptuous violet carpet as she turns about to lie upon her back. Rarity circles around her backside, giggling as she slides her hoof along Fluttershy's left hind leg. "I will obey my wonderful Mistress's every whim."

Carefully and slowly, she begins to squeeze the sides of Fluttershy's hoof, kneading it between her own forehooves with the practiced skill of a professional. With large, gentle, circular motions, she moves along the edge of the hoof, pressing into the firm surface. She can already feel Fluttershy melting under the effects of her caress, her eyes closed, her muscles loosening and her breaths slowly growing ever deeper. Rarity herself can't help but savor the touch of one hoof against another, drawing long, smooth lines into the soft region at the center of her svelte extremity.

She gradually begins to move higher on the leg, sliding her hooves along her ankle, past her knee, up to the very edge of her hindquarters. She moves aside the ruffled fringe of Fluttershy's skirt, slipping her hoof underneath and gently massaging her supple haunch, smiling as Fluttershy lets out a satisfied moan.

The young yellow pony sighs in contentment at the feeling of Rarity holding her leg, rubbing her hoof slowly along her limb to the side of her rump, the knots in her muscles all but dissolving away. She'd had no idea just how tense she'd become. Sleepily, she opens her eyes at a curious wet feeling on her hoof.

Her heart jumps, her face quickly heating up as she finds Rarity hovering over her hoof, her mouth resting on the tip, watching her with a seductive gaze that brilliantly displays her alluring blue velvet eyes. Fluttershy, blushing and stammering, simply doesn't know what to think "Wha? I...I...I..."

"Is something wrong? Am I not pleasing, my Mistress?" Rarity asks, her voice plaintive, almost whiny in tone "Tell me I'm good," she kisses the sole of her hoof, "Tell me I'm...bad."

"I...I...I..."

Rarity touches her lips lightly against the flat of the hoof, ever so slowly drawing her open mouth along, savoring the feel and texture of the hoof as it slides past. Fluttershy finds herself twitching, shivering at the feeling of Rarity's light, warm breath, her cheeks growing hotter with each passing moment.

Pushing back the strands of purple hair that have fallen across her face, Rarity begins to draw tiny circles with the tip of her tongue, one after another upon the pastel pad. And then larger circles, until at last she's greedily licking the bottom of Fluttershy's hoof, loving every cute little gasp and squeak that it elicits, each one like a word of praise from her kindhearted mistress.

"Fluttershy, you're such a strong and beautiful young lady, have I ever told you that?" she asks as she moves to the other leg, once more running her hooves smoothly from haunch to tip. "You're always thinking of others, but you must think about yourself sometimes too, darling." She pauses and looks up pleadingly. "Do you want more?"

Her mind still buzzing, Fluttershy responds succinctly. "Heeee."

Rarity laughs "My Mistress, I simply must have your order. Please," she urges breathily, "command me."

"M-more ... please ..."

"What was that?" she asks mischievously.

"More!" Fluttershy lies back, shutting her eyes as she absently begins to rub her forehoof on her own lips. "More. It's ... very nice."

"Yes, Mistress," she replies, pressing her cheek to the hoof. "As you wish."

Clutching Fluttershy's rear limb with her forelegs, Rarity begins to nuzzle her way down, softly rubbing the leg against her cheek, prodding her soft and yielding muscles with her snout, all the while leaving the yellow pony quivering excitedly under her ministrations. When she reaches the base of the leg, she gingerly touches her tongue to the surface, drawing a sharp gasp from her Mistress. But still she continues, now up toward the hoof, lapping hungrily at the supple surface of her skin. With long, slow licks, she takes in the scent of wild strawberries, the texture like the skin of a peach against the flat of her tongue as it travels up the back of Fluttershy's hock.

As she once more reaches the round and pliable surface of her Mistress's gorgeous hoof, she smirks as she peers over the top, finding Fluttershy rather occupied herself, her eyes closed and her cheeks nearly as pink as her hair, anxiously licking the surface of her own forehoof.

She begins rolling and massaging her Mistress's hind hoof, watching with a playful grin as Fluttershy wiggles about on the floor, her wings splayed and erect. She lowers her face once more, giving the edge of the hoof a teasing nip. Tiny, gentle bites, one after another, each followed by a small kiss.

Fluttershy twitches when Rarity sets her teeth gently on her hoof, squeezing the tough but delicate flesh with her mouth, warming the surface with her breath and tickling the skin with the mild touch of her tongue.

Rarity feels so dirty, and disgusting, and wonderful as she pulls her tongue away, drawing a thin thread of saliva before greedily returning and capturing the edge of the hoof in her mouth, forcefully sucking on the rough edge of the pad.

"H-hhhhnnn! Ah!" Fluttershy opens her eyes, heaving throaty breaths as she watches her friend suck heatedly on her hoof. Her eyes lock with Rarity's as she tauntingly extends her tongue, tickling the surface of her sole before kissing the edge of the hoof.

"Am I doing well, Mistress?" she asks.

Fluttershy smiles roguishly, "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

She giggles as she lies back once more, running her hooves through her mane, her eyes on the luxurious ceiling above, reveling in the feeling of Rarity's soft tongue on her hoof.

She thinks she just might enjoy being assertive.