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Professor Twilight's Humility Class

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Something was wrong. It was a beautiful day, the sun was high in the sky, flowing across Celestia's path, the clouds were placed within the standard margin of error, and the animals were generally getting on and doing their own thing. This was all outside of Twilight's closed windows, however - within her treehouse, she was acutely aware that something was very wrong.

 

Sitting up and walking away from her window, the Bearer of Magic frowned. On her mind was Rainbow Dash. She occupied a lot of Twilight's thoughts these days, ranging from her current stress, to more personal matters late at night. Right now, however, the problem was simple - Dash was being problematic. Too many times over the past few weeks had she tested the patience of her friends, and the rest of the village. It wasn't that she didn't mean well, it's just that her ego gets in the way of her doing the right thing. Well, Twilight, taking on the responsibilities her education in Friendship places upon her, decides that the best course of action is to talk to Dash, get her to understand that the way she's carrying on can't last.

 

Announcing her departure to Spike, Twilight leaves, her eyes and ears on the lookout for any signs of Rainbow Dash, watching the skies, and listening for the telltale whistling in the air. Nothing. Ponies mill around her, going about their daily business, but none of them are Rainbow Dash. Friends, acquaintances, ponies she'd wave to, but never start a conversation with. No Rainbow Dash. Mentally running over her list of "Things Dash likes to do", she checks off the ones she's clearly not doing - practicing, it's too quiet. On the list of two items, that leaves just one remaining. Sleeping.

 

A few pulses from her horn later, and Twilight finds herself appearing in front of Dash's house. She's not outside. A bit of magical sensing later, she finds that Dash isn't inside either. That would be too easy. Her favourite tree in Sweet Apple Acres? Dash-free. On top of the town hall? Not a single rainbow in sight. Twilight considered giving up and trying again later, walking back to her treehouse while staring up into the sky, not really paying attention to the cloud formation clearly shaped like Dash's cutie mark. Until she noticed it, that is - clearly giving away Dash's position. Appropriate that a discussion on Rainbow Dash's egotism was to be held on a giant floating replica of her ass symbol - but the convenience went over Twilight's head as she scrunched her eyes shut and prepared the risky teleport.

 

Then the ground wasn't there any more. her eyes wide, Twilight stared at the rapidly expanding ground beneath her, having missed the cloud by quite a margin. Falling wasn't her favourite pastime, but she grew up in Canterlot, the grand capitol city of Equestria, and, most importantly, the only city to be built on the side of a mountain, with a very long drop to anybody falling off the edge. Slowfall spells were among the first taught at Celestia's School for Talented Unicorns, she was in no danger at all.

 

Raising the glow around her horn, Twilight concentrated slightly, before being knocked silly by a blue Pegasus moving at a good fraction of the speed of sound, who'd dived down to catch her. Winded, Twilight looked up at Dash's face, her determination visible, and probably practiced, as she returned the two of them to the ground, letting Twilight catch her breath.

 

"What the hay, Twilight?! You want my attention, shout or something, what if I hadn't woken up to save you, huh?" snapped Dash, the determination in her face swapping to anger. Twilight's silence didn't make the situation much better, her lungs still recovering from the powerful blow earlier.

 

"Dash, I...", she coughs, "I'd have been fine, I just need to talk to you"

 

"Fine?! You're a smart filly, Twi, you know you don't have these babies", with a flourish of her wings. Really just underlining the point Twilight wanted to make, though the unintentional rescue somewhat takes the wind out of her argument's sails.

 

Spluttering, Twilight finally manages to tell Dash why she's here - a reason that takes Dash back slightly, as she calmly, condescendingly explains how Twilight would have fallen to her death had Dash not bravely, brilliantly risked life and limb so snatch her from the jaws of death itself. Not to mention interrupting a very important nap, which she really needs to get back to. And then she's gone.

 

Slinking home, silently fuming, Twilight resigns herself to having to try and change Dash in less drastic ways. A little suggestion here, a compliment there, maybe in a few months she'll be more agreeable all of the time, not just when she thinks she's needed. Maybe Twilight just isn't as good as she thought she was. A relaxing day reading some trashy novel will help her calm down, so, when she arrives back home, she tells Spike to go spend the day doing something outside, pushing a few bits into his hands as she closes the door behind him, throwing the rarely used bolt lock shut.

 

The rest of the day was to be hers. A nice smelling candle, a high quality hot chocolate (Rarity's favourite, imported from Canterlot itself), and whatever's next on the fiction pile. For a few hours, she even got it, slowly sipping her drink, keeping it at just the right temperature with a quick magic spell, lying on a comfortable floor, with a book locked in front of her face. The day's troubles seemed so far away. Dash seemed so far away. Dash's complete lack of humility seemed so far away. Her annoyingly attractive body, combined with that incredibly frustrating, albeit exciting mind was so, far, away. The whistling sound she makes as she speeds through the air, the wind running over her smooth, toned, aerodynamic body, pushing her mane back to flow, almost liquid, behind her head, was so far away. That last one, however, was getting closer.

 

Quickly followed by all the rest, as Dash's tumbling body found its way through a window, smashing through the glass and slamming into a bookshelf with an audible crack. The bookshelf broke, spilling its contents all over her. It would be funny, if Twilight could bring herself to laugh. Instead, she sat there in silence, not even angry because of the absurdity of the situation, as Dash pulled herself free, shaking the slivers of glass out of her coat. She was fine, of course. Somehow. "Hey, Twi, what's up? Sorry about the mess!" announced Dash, bold as brass.

 

Twilight's eye twitched. Her horn flared, and the slivers of glass began to form larger sheets of glass, which replaced themselves in the window. The bookshelf got the same treatment, and the books themselves were placed in whatever order she got to them. Spike could fix that later, Twilight had been putting off learning the alphabetisation spell lest she steal Spike's purpose. Turning back to Dash, she finds her in the act of trying to sneak out of the door, her muzzle fiddling with the bolt, trying to force it open. She does, and opens the door, before turning to say goodbye and zipping off.

 

Something, somewhere in Twilight's mind, broke. The strains and stresses of dealing with Dash on a daily basis finally all hit her at once. Dash will learn some humility, and she won't leave this treehouse until she does. That she's already left is not an issue. Reaching out with her horn, Twilight starts to probe around, feeling each pony's natural magic aura until she finds the mid-air one glowing brightly. Dash. Gripping her tightly and pulling, she feels the panic rise, and the pointless struggles, as she pulls Dash right back along her escape route, holding her mouth closed to limit the chances of anybody seeing.

 

Pulling her through the door, Twilight closes the door, locks it, and jams the lock in place with an enchantment. Releasing Dash's mouth, knowing the entire building is soundproof now, Twilight leans in and whispers to Dash: "You DO have an ego problem, I AM a student of Friendship, and as your Friend, I am going to fix your problems.", finishing with an uncharacteristically harsh "Do you have a problem with that, Dash?"

 

Gulping, Dash shakes her head. She's seen Twilight like this. It didn't end well for the town last time. Hay, last time it took the princess to calm her down, but Celestia doesn't appear to be anywhere nearby.

 

"Good!", cries Twilight, clapping her hooves, "Sit over there, I have to check up on a few spells. I'll just be a few moments"

 

Dash was, rightfully so, worried. She knows Twilight wouldn't want to hurt her, but she has that look in her eyes. Almost feral, like she's not fully in control of her actions any more. She's reading something now, Dash doesn't know what. A thick tome, certainly, but that could describe a great many of the books in Twilight's library.

 

Twilight's promise of a few minutes was accurate, though it seemed much longer to Dash, both because she's unused to sitting still, and because she has no idea what's going to happen next. If she was going to be honest, she'd say she was scared of Twilight right now - but Dash would never admit to that.

 

"Okay, Dash, we're going to have a little lesson in 'Not driving Twilight completely insane with your constant, neverending ego and lack of ever accepting you have weaknesses', won't this be fun? Now, hold still...", timing the strong flow of magic with the end of her sentence, holding Dash in place with an iron grip while she starts to concentrate on one specific part of Dash - her head.

 

Placing the tip of her horn at the base of Dash's neck, she starts to push deeper. Through the skin, beyond the bone, into the brain. Dash has a problem, and Twilight is the solution. Talking doesn't work, trying to show Dash up with some absurd superhero scheme didn't work, getting her a suitable pet did nothing to temper her. Twilight begins to pour through Dash's mind, looking for the important bits. The importance of loyalty is easy to find, it's central to her personality. It's exactly what Twilight is looking for - Dash won't not think of others if she's completely loyal to them. Easier to start with one pony, though, she thinks, as the hooks up Dash's concept of 'Twilight Sparkle' directly to 'Loyalty' with the strongest bond she can.

 

Back out on the surface, Dash is frantically trying to escape, her fear finally great enough she just wants out, regardless of the consequences. Her wings won't move, though. Her mouth, as she opens it to scream, doesn't open. Her legs remain in a firm sitting position. Then the world goes black, and she falls to the floor.

 

...

 

Her mind swimming lazily back to conciousness, unaware of the battle still raging inside of her as Twilight's changes slowly start to take hold, Dash groggily awakens and picks herself up off the floor. Twilight is nowhere to be seen. The image of that purple mare lingers a moment longer than it normally would, but Dash dismisses it, rushing over to the door and biting at the bolt, trying to slide it open. Nothing, it won't budge. A window, then. Looking around the room, Dash spots exactly zero windows. That's unfortunate. There has to be some way out of Twilight - that beautiful, smart pony - Twilight's house, but nothing jumps out. The door seems jammed, there are no windows on this level. There must be windows on this level. How did she get in? She came round to visit Twilight? No, that's not right. Crashed through the window, that's right. Didn't want to see Twilight - the gorgeous, talented mare - at all.

 

That doesn't add up, though. If she crashed through the window, into a bookshelf, then why are there no damaged bookshelves, and why is there no window? The train of thought is distressing and slightly painful, and there doesn't seem to be any way out of here. Perhaps it would be best to just wait for Twilight.

 

Luckily, Dash didn't have to wait long before Twilight teleported back into the room, carrying a paper bag, which she sets down on the table. Emotions flare through Dash's mind - anger at what Twilight has done, relief that Twilight is finally home, lust for that shapely purple frame. An inexplicable urge to stay quiet until she's spoken to is easily squashed, as she flares her wings and prepares to pounce. Twilight looks up, and commands - "Down, Dash. Sit over there".

 

A few moments later, Dash is indeed sitting where Twilight pointed at, not entirely sure why. Opening her mouth to talk, she's suddenly overcome with reluctance to speak. She's Rainbow Dash, she never holds her tongue! This won't do!

 

"Twilight, wh-"

"Silence, Dash."

 

The rustling of the bad, and the crinkle of the paper within it, the sound of Twilight's breath, and the clip clop of her hooves as she walks across the room, carrying a grass sandwich, are the only sounds audible. Dash stays still and quiet, as commanded, knowing something is wrong, but not being able to pinpoint it. Something about the whole situation is horribly wrong. She sits there pondering it in silence. What is it? Something obvious, something right under her nose. That sandwich smells good. Twilight smells good. Like lavender, but... prettier. Dash feels a warmth spread through her body, running from the tips of her hooves to the top of her head, gathering especially strong around her crotch.

 

"Would you like a bite, Rainbow?", inquired Twilight, her caring voice filling Dash's ears. She nods - she would like a bite very much. Twilight smiles.

 

"You don't want something better? More than just a bite? You're not going to give me some sarcastic remark, or break my plates - again?"

 

"Of course not, Twilight, why would I do that?" - Dash was confused. Why WOULD she do that? She was being offered a sandwich by... what? What were these feelings? Every time she spoke, it was like nectar against her ears, and something stronger down below. The pony she'd die for. The pony she'd fly faster than she ever had, just to see a few minutes sooner. The pony she, right now, wanted more than anything else in the world, and the pony she was waiting for permission from.

 

Twilight seems satisfied with the answer, but has another command - "Call me 'mistress', Rainbow". Dash complies without a second thought. Without a first thought, even. It seems natural, as if she'd been doing it all her life. She has, hasn't she? That's why she's here, isn't it? She lives here, as Twilight's assistant. That's what she does. Right?

 

Twilight's hoof reaches out and brushes along the edge of Dash's outstretched wing, prompting a loud moan. "You like that, don't you?"

Dash nods, eagerly. Her mistress' touch feels like a thousand volts of pleasure running through her willing frame.

 

Twilight leans in for a kiss - Dash gladly reciprocates, the feeling of her owner's tongue on hers the most glorious thing she could imagine. Leaning further in, almost slipping on the floor beneath her, now already slick with her dripping arousal, she pushes herself into her mistress, eager to please her. As Twilight breaks the kiss, she points down with a hoof, the symbology obvious. Kneeling down, Dash presses her head between her master's thighs, her tongue greedily lapping at the sweet ambrosia, the taste almost enough to bring her over herself, requiring a gargantuan mental effort to hold back - she hasn't recieved permission for that yet.

 

Twilight's breaths grow sharper and harder as the constant stimulation from her Dash brings her closer to the edge. Reaching out with her talented horn, she begins to stroke Dash's dripping, hungry vagina, thrusting in and out with her mind, causing Dash to quickly fall out of control, her licking and probing becoming eratic as her ruler's touch overrides her senses and burns out the last resistance to Twilight's magic, as both of them cum simultaneously, Dash giving her mind as well as her body, both completely, and freely, with no strings attached.

 

Twilight recovers first, Dash still in awe from being allowed so close to the most important point of her universe. Sitting back up, she coughs to get Dash's attention, and asks a simple question.

 

"Who are you?"

 

Dash's answer is immediate and curt - "Yours."

 

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Several days later, as Twilight finally begins to comprehend what she's done - the true horror of what she's capable of - as she watches Dash happily sing away to herself while preparing dinner, idly chatting away to Spike as the two of them discuss Twilight's work, her being the center of both of their worlds - one natural, and the other artificial - the first pangs of regret start to run through her heart. She had achieved her goal, Dash was no longer the brazen, egotistic jerk she was last week, but... she was no longer really Dash, either. The smile on her face when Twilight walked into a room might be honest, but it wasn't true. No, Dash had to be put back to how she was, Twilight could wipe the memories of the past few days, make up something full of sleeping and flying, she'll never spot the difference. Robbing ponies of their mind isn't right.

 

On the other hoof, the signs for Trixie's return show have been up for a while now. The last few days of having a beautiful assistant have been enjoyable - maybe she can keep that without losing Dash. But that's a story for another time.