>"Hmph. How exactly do you think YOU'RE going to help me with my grades? Aren't you too busy being a pervert?"
>The filly scoffs at you, turning herself away as if you're nothing more than common trash.
>"Come on, Diamond Tiara, Anon is our last resort. You know if your grades continue the way they're going you might be kicked out."
>"Whatever. It's not going to make the classes any less boring, but I'll try it."
>Giving you your payment and thanking you again, Filthy Rich leaves Diamond Tiara in your care.
>"Well? Where are the books? Aren't you supposed to try and tutor me or something?"
>She raises a sceptical eyebrow to you.
>You grab the textbook and take a seat on the couch, patting the cushion next to you and allowing her to climb up beside you.
"Okay, so, uhhh, it's math you're struggling with, right?"
>"It's everything I'm struggling with, but I'm not going to learn anything like this."
"Like... what?"
>"Just sitting here talking. If I was going to learn that way I would already be doing better in class, wouldn't I?"
"So... how would you like to learn? Maybe I could put on some quiet music or..."
>"For starters, this."
>You're surprised as she crawls across the couch and lays down over your lap, wriggling around to get comfortable.
"Uhhh... I don't think this-"
>"Do you want me to get better, or don't you?"
>Well, I guess if you're sure..."
>"I am. Oh, and don't just let that hand sit there doing nothing."
"Excuse me?"
>She just points to her belly, and remembering how much Filthy is paying you for this session, you reach over to start rubbing it.
>It's soft, fuzzy, and slightly reacts to your touch.
>Diamond Tiara rolls onto her back, letting your hand reach every part of her belly.
>She immediately seems more relaxed, sighing contentedly and looking up at the book you're holding.
>"Well? Are you going to teach me or not?"
>You begin reading out of the book to her, your hand still occupied by rubbing her belly in little circles.
>She seems to be listening, as relaxed as she is. 
>It's simple stuff, really. Just basic fractions.
>"Ears please."
>You pause for a second, but then fulfil her wish, giving the soft backs of her ears little scratches as you continue to read to her.
>She gasps, blushing, and you can feel her relax into your lap a little further.
>You continue to play with the filly's mane, ears, and chin as you read to her, and surprisingly, every time you ask her to repeat something back to you, she does it.
>Her spiteful, snooty demeanor melts away entirely as your finger rubs along her chin, reaching up to give her muzzle a soft boop.
>"Mmh."
>She writhes against you happily, wriggling her shoulders against your lap and relaxing into you, kicking up her hind legs as you massage along her cheeks.
>She's so relaxed you're surprised she isn't falling asleep, but with every question you ask she's quick to answer.
>She really does seem to be more receptive to learning this way, and you can't complain yourself.
>While you read off the book you have a warm, yawning, loving filly that fits perfectly in your lap and is almost completely unidentifiable as the Diamond Tiara who turned up at your door a half an hour ago.
>There's a knock.
>Even if it's only felt like five minutes, your hour session is over.
>You're surprised to see the two of you have gotten through the entire text book.
>With a yawn and a stretch the filly reaches her hoof up to boop your cheek affectionately.
>"Looks like my dad is here."
>After waiting for her to jump down off of you you go to answer the door.
>"Ah! Uh, how did she do?"
>He notices she's sleepy and smiling, but doesn't question it too much.
"She did great! We got through basically the whole textbook."
>"In an hour!?"
>Diamond Tiara skips past you and leaves with her dad, who waves goodbye, a little confused but happy the sessions seems to have gone well.

>The door knocks.
>"Uhh.. Anon. I don't know what to say other than whatever you did last week worked. Miss Cheerilee told me Diamond Tiara's grades have gone up from an E average to a B average! I don't know what you did, but how does two sessions a week sound? I'll even pay double if you'd like!"
"Two... a week?"
>"Yes! Diamond Tiara hasn't stopped talking about you, either. She keeps saying how much she wants you to tutor her full-time, but of course I'm not asking anything like that."
"Yeah... I think I could do that. Tell her she's welcome here anytime."