Rarity's Assertiveness Training Course

Fluttershy's eyes dart back and forth between her two friends, her stomach already tingling with the
telltale signs of panic.

"W-what are you doing here, Twilight?"

The other ponies stare back in amusement, leaving Fluttershy feeling even more vulnerable, once again
locked in Rarity’s bedroom and forced to wear yet another bizarre outfit. Well, sure, the lace is rather pretty,
but she can't understand the purpose for these funny feeling “panties” at all. As if it weren't bad enough that
Rarity gets to see her in this ridiculous getup, now she finds Twilight's here as well?

"She's here to help with our lesson," Rarity responds, interrupting Twilight even as she opens her
mouth to reply. “Isn't that right, Twilight?"

Fluttershy watches, astonished as her purple friend meekly lowers her head. “Yes, ma'am," she says,
her tone much more subdued than usual.

"You see, I've been teaching Twilight to be more humble," she continues, “and it occurred to me that
she would be the perfect assistant for our little exercise today."

"But, Rarity, I ... I don't think I'm ready!" Fluttershy objects, fidgeting with the white, lacy bands on her
stockings. “And you know I don't like ... um ... dressing up like this.”

"But it does look good on you, Fluttershy!” Twilight says with an encouraging smile.

“Yes, dear. You look simply adorable in that ensemble. Although, I am sorry that you had to wear the
white set when pink would have looked so much better on you. But, as you can plainly see," Rarity says,
giving a small tug to one of Twilight's silky, pink stockings, "white wouldn't work on Twilight at all. And as
I've said before, the outfits are so important to the process,” she notes as she rises back on her hind legs,
catching up her long, purple mane in her hooves. Her glamorous yet provocative pose intentionally
emphasizes the tiny leather triangle strapped about her nether regions, along with a nearby pair of glittery
silver rings.

Fluttershy's hoof flies to her mouth, "Rarity! You have piercings in your ... oh my."

“Proper accessorization, dear,” she says with a wink as she lowers her hooves to the floor. “Now then,
let's not waste any more time. Come, Twilight."

Twilight is quick to obey, approaching the bed timidly while Fluttershy looks on in trepidation.

"Hooves up," Rarity commands, a stern edge to her normally friendly voice.

Feeling a twinge of fear, Twilight places her forehooves on the bed, her silken stockings almost slipping
against the red, satiny comforter. In a moment, she feels her hooves, both before and behind, suddenly
gripped in the misty hold of Rarity's magic. Through the quivering in her stomach, she tries to remind
herself that this whole thing is for her own good.

But that doesn't mean that it isn't painful.

And it sometimes feels a bit ... strange, as well.

With surprising strength, the chains of mystical energy slowly pull at her hooves, sliding her feet along
the floor and spreading her hind legs in an embarrassingly suggestive manner, her panties squeezing tight
against her hips. She can already sense the blush creeping into her cheeks. She tugs against the magical
bonds, finding them completely rigid, rendering her helpless as she feels one tendril of magic lifting her tail,
leaving it to cascade across her back, and another wrapping itself delicately around her ... her horn.
A sharp jerk pulls her head to the side, Rarity forcing her to watch as she levitates a thin, wooden cane
from beneath her bed.

Fluttershy can hardly believe what she's seeing. "Rarity!" she gasps, "W-w-what are you planning to
do with that?"

Despite her anxiety, Twilight can't resist an amused scoff. "Yeah, it's a real mystery ..."

“Twilight!” Rarity looks at her with obvious disapproval. With a huff, she lightly flicks the cane
against the little ruffles at the tops of Twilight's stockings, “My, my, we definitely have to do something about
this ... sarcasm."

"You aren't going to hurt her, right?"

"Oh, don't be so naive, Fluttershy. If she isn't punished, how will she ever learn?" With a wicked grin,
Rarity moves the tip of the cane along Twilight's backside, leaving tiny taps here and there against her skin as
she slowly draws it up, past the pastel frill of her panties, along her bare belly and up to her cheek. "Besides.
if she didn't like it," she adds, turning to Twilight as she rubs along her chest, "she wouldn't keep coming
back. lsn't that right?"

“Yes, ma'am," she replies with a breathy whimper.

“So,” Rarity swings the rod through the air, driving Twilight to visibly tense at the vicious sound it
creates, "this is where we start your lesson as well. Fluttershy, I want you to remind her why she's being
punished, so that you can become more accustomed to using your voice in a strong, assertive manner."

"Actually, I probably shouldn't, if that's okay with you."

“No no, you came to me for help, so help I shall!" Fluttershy lets out a surprised squeak as Rarity taps
her on the flank with the cane. “This practice is exactly what you need. Be loud, and be forceful!"

"Okay ... forceful."

Twilight watches from the corner of her eye as Fluttershy approaches and assumes her most confident
stance. “Twilight,” she says, clearing her throat in preparation, “every once in a while, I think you can be a
teensy bit ... um, brusque."

Rarity merely sighs. “Try again, dear. And with a bit more ‘oomph’ this time, if you please.
Remember, we're trying to teach her to be humble. You know, ‘take her down a peg,' as they say?"

"But, Rarity ..." she whispers, "I don't want to hurt her feelings!"

"You d-...You don't..." she groans in exasperation, putting a hoof to her forehead, “Alright, look at it this
way Fluttershy: you like animals, right? So, why don't you just think of Twilight here as one of your fuzzy little ... creatures?"

"What? Um, but, why?"

"Well, your animals don't normally listen to polite suggestions, now do they?"

"Oh, no, sometimes they can be very stubborn. But that's just because they don't know any better.”

"You have to be rather ... forceful?"

"Oo~oh! Now I understand!" She grins. "Yes, I think I can do this!” After a quick moment of mental
preparation, she sets her hooves firmly and looks down at Twilight with an almost disturbingly harsh glare.
“Twilight Sparkle! I'm very, very disappointed in you!" she declares, her voice dripping with attempted
bitterness. “How do you think everypony feels when you say those mean, sarcastic things to them? We all
know you're smart, but that doesn't mean it's okay to make the rest of us feel stupid!"

Already unexpectedly intimidated by this new, assertive Fluttershy, Twilight turns her face away as
she feels regret bubble up in her breast. "Oh." She wonders, had she really been too careless and made her
new friends feel bad about themselves?

She feels her regret even more keenly when the cane cuts across her backside.

"Aaackg!" She bites off a scream, her body jerking against the grasp of magical fetters as the agonizing
pain spreads across her rear. A choked sigh escapes her throat, her cheek falling against the bed as the razor
sting of the strike fades and becomes a burning, buzzing tingle that washes all along her haunch, down her
legs, even into her belly. Her breaths are heavy as she lies against the bed, the clean scent of Rarity’s sheets
very acute in her nose, the firm feeling of the magic against her limbs and even the soft touch of her lingerie
suddenly much more perceptible.

Fluttershy stares in horror as Rarity gently strokes Twilight's flank with the edge of the cane, a long,
red welt already rising on her skin. "Are you sure this is safe?" she asks, her heart throbbing with concern for
her friend.

"Don't worry yourself, dear; it's perfectly safe. I know exactly what l'm doing. Wouldn't you agree,
Twilight?"

"Y-yes ... ma'am."

Rarity looks quite pleased with herself as she turns to Fluttershy. “Well?” she prods, "You both have
much more to learn, darling. Do continue."

Seeing the contrite, but somehow contented look on Twilight's face, along with Rarity's reassurance,
Fluttershy's doubt steadily begins to dissolve. Besides, for a just a moment, being assertive had actually
felt ... good.

"Twilight, have you ever thought about how you make others feel with your know-it-all attitude?" she
asks, her voice stronger than it has been in a quite some time. “Poor Pinkie Pie gets the worst of it too, and
you know how sensitive she can be! You're supposed to be her friend!" Fluttershy watches without flinching
as Rarity lands another lash across Twilight's rear end.

"Why, you should be ashamed of yourself!" Fluttershy continues, even as Twilight shivers from the last
strike. As she lies there, nearly sweating, her face heating with her ever rising blush, two more rapid strokes
whip across her bottom.

A whimper escapes her clenched teeth, her eyes dripping tears into her mane as she buries her face
into the bedspread. She can feel the force of the strikes reaching inside her body, the thought of brutal, pink
stripes burning into her flesh drawing a hot flush to her hindquarters. Twilight releases a quiet, quivering
moan as the initial pain begins to cool and spread like needle pricks across her delicate skin.

"Ashamed ..." Fluttershy looks away, finding herself struck with a mischievous idea. "Yes," she says,
“you should be ashamed of yourself ..."

Rarity watches curiously as Fluttershy walks to the shutters that cover the bedroom window ...

... and throws them open.

“It would be such a shame to waste this beautiful day, too," she says with a strange smile, "I wonder,
what will the pegasus ponies think when they fly by? Soon, everyone in town will know just what kind of
pony you really are." She practically stomps back to the bed. "Look at me,” she demands coolly.
Twilight turns her head nervously to the sound of her voice.

"Take off your panties."

Quickly glancing in confusion at Rarity, who fails to stifle a chuckle, Twilight turns back to the hard
gaze of Fluttershy as she feels her hooves released from the grip of unicorn magic. Finding her legs rather
wobbly and her head too fuzzy to concentrate, she reaches her forehooves back toward her rear. As she
touches the silky cloth, a realization breaks through the blur in her mind: she's about to ... expose herself. Of
course, normally she wouldn't wear clothes anyway ... but this is hardly a normal situation, is it? “What if
someone really does come by the window?" she wonders. “T-they'll see me being ... punished!"
They'll see her tail lifted in such an obscene and downright immoral fashion, they'll see her bent over
the bed, see the red stripes across her backside. They'll see ... everything.

"Well, dear? You don't want Fluttershy to get angry now, do you?" Rarity asks, tapping the cane
impatiently against the floor.

Her heart pounding, her chest heavy against the bed as her tears roll down her cheeks, Twilight presses
her trembling hooves against the waistband and begins to gently lower her panties. She pulls them down,
past the thick curve of her flank, past the harsh, stinging marks of the cane that stand out so much more
vividly in the bright light of the sun until, drifting one final inch, they softly slip over her hocks and slide
along her stockings to the floor,

Her breath catches as she pulls one hoof out of the pink undies, feeling the grasp of magic on her legs
once again, the thin, glittering fog roughly forcing them apart even as Rarity binds her forehooves, extending
her forelegs up and across the bed, leaving her in an even more uncomfortable position than before. She
suddenly becomes very aware of the breeze blowing through the open window, flowing over the fiery marks,
rolling a cold touch down her thighs and up, even to the freshly bared regions beneath her tail.

Rarity smiles as she brushes the cane teasingly across Twilight's newly exposed, naked buttocks, pulling
every so often at the bands of her stockings, letting them snap back roughly against her legs.

Despite the blush quickly rising to her own cheeks, Fluttershy is determined not to become flustered
this time, no matter what. "Now," she says, feeling unexpectedly satisfied at the sensation of her own voice
reverberating in her chest, “Apologize!”

Twilight responds as best she can with her face pressed against the bed, "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" she asks firmly " ‘I'm sorry for being a sarcastic know-it-all.’ Say it.”

“I'm sorry for being a sarcastic know-it-all!"

As a piercing crack rings out, Twilight squeals and throws her head back, sending her mane flowing over her shoulders. The cane cuts another slash against her bare bottom, weaving into a pattern that stretches across both cheeks of her rump, the feeling even more fierce, the area of the strike even longer without so much as a scrap of cloth between her backside and the hard shaft of the cane.

“Again!”

“I'm sorry for being ..." she pants, "for being a sarcastic know-it-all."

Her body quakes, her mind flooding with sensations as she anxiously awaits the next lash. Rarity
enjoys the opportunity to play with her a bit, watching her quiver as she pokes and prods at her, savoring the
sound of her shaky breaths.

The next blow is especially ferocious, cutting loudly through the air and landing with an echoing crash.
Twilight lets out a sharp cry as the cane connects, which quickly dissolves into quiet, sobbing moans as she
presses her cheek to the bed. Her backside shakes as her hips buck time and time again, her back arching,
her rear end wiggling as she struggles against the magic that holds her legs apart and locks her forehooves to
the bed.

"Again!"

"No," Rarity smirks, “I don't think you'll be getting anything else out of her today, Fluttershy,” she says
as she once more teases Twilight with the cane, caressing her flank with it, stroking her cutie mark and
slipping it down the inside of her hind legs, from the soft flesh above her stockings all the way to the pair of
crumpled panties still lying carelessly around one hoof.

“You've both done very, very well," she adds as she draws the cane over her fuzzy, purple neck and up
to her mane. Twilight continues to shiver, her hips still jumping as the cane moves to the base of her horn,
and gasps as it slides up the spiral, a small spurt of magic suddenly escaping the tip.

Rarity laughs as she pulls the cane away, licking off the wayward glimmer of magic that clings to the
end. "Now, Twilight," she says in an exaggerated, pouty tone, the electric flavor dancing about her tongue,
“I'm jealous! It just isn't fair that you get to have such fun all by yourself ..."

With the earlier adrenaline of the lesson fading, Fluttershy drifts once again into a familiar anxious
uncertainty. She watches Rarity take position alongside Twilight Sparkle, placing her hooves on the bed and
leaning forward as she spreads her back legs, the black leather strip of her strange panties quite visible
between her gleaming white haunches.

Brushing slowly up her own flank this time, Rarity raises the cane into the air. With an eager swipe,
she brings it down, groaning and laughing excitedly as she strikes herself. With enthusiastic, deliberate
motions she brings the rod down over and over against her own rear, the hot, red lines quickly accumulating
on her lightly bouncing backside.

“Goodness,” Fluttershy thinks to herself as she watches over her two friends, their bodies stretched
across the bed, their legs apart and rear ends lifted and covered in long, painful streaks, "I certainly hope I
never need humility training."

Fluttershy holds Twilight comfortingly to her chest as they all lie about on the floor, both Twilight and
Rarity holding ice-packs to their aching hindparts.

“I hope I didn't sound too mean. Um, you know I only said those things to help you, right?" she asks
hopefully, looking into Twilight's watery eyes.

"Uh huh."

Rarity speaks up, a bit regretful in hindsight about her lack of restraint (she won't be able to go outside
for days thanks to those ugly red stripes) “Well,” she sighs, “I hope we've all learned something today."

“Yes,” Twilight replies, sniffing as she wipes away a tear, “I‘ve learned that it's very important to stay
humble, and to always take your friend's feelings into consideration, even in the little things." Her expression
suddenly brightens. "Hey, I should tell Princess Celestia about this!"

“No!” Fluttershy panics, "Oh, uh, that is ... I think we should keep this just between us friends, you
know?"

"Oh. Well, I suppose that does make sense ...”

Fluttershy smiles as she closes her eyes, lowering her forehead to Twilight's, “Thank you."

Twilight shudders and squeaks as Fluttershy's head brushes against her horn, sending a small burst of
magic twinkling along her pink mane. She looks up, her eyes shimmering in apology, "... I got it in your
hair."

Her friend remains benevolent as she gently replies. “It'll wash out."

A loud clatter from outside suddenly draws their attention. To their surprise, they find a pair of blue
hooves struggling along the windowsill.

"Uh, guys," says a rather scratchy and somewhat panicked voice, "little help here, please?”

With a storm of worried exclamations, the three of them rush to the window.

“Rainbow Dash!?"

"Are you alright, dear?"

"We're coming just hold on!"

Together, they manage to pull their friend from her precarious position.

Heaving a relieved sigh from the safety of the floor, Rainbow Dash turns a blushing face to her friends. “Uh...thanks for the lift?”

"What ever were you doing out there?"

"Why didn't you just fly away?"

“Well, that's kind of a ... funny story," she says nervously. “See, I was just flying by when I happened to
notice the three of you in here, right? And then, for some crazy, unrelated reason, my wings suddenly,
um ... stopped working."

Her face flushes even more brightly as all eyes in the room fall on her wings, solidly erect and
immobile on her back

"Rainbow Dash," begins a rather upset Twilight Sparkle, “What did you see?"

“Oh! Uh, nothing ... weird or anything like that. Heh ... heh heh."

Fluttershy and Rarity exchange devious looks as Twilight falls to the ground, groaning as she buries her
face in her hooves.

“You know, Rarity, I think that Rainbow Dash could use a little lesson in sensitivity."

"Why, Fluttershy, that is a wonderful idea," she grins. "A wonderful idea indeed ..."