"Thanks for agreeing to have lunch with me, Twilight."
>You slip into a bench across from your friend, watching as she pops open the Japanese bento she probably an hour before school preparing
>"Of course, Fluttershy!" Twilight says. "It seems like I don't see you as much anymore."
"Well, um, I have been pretty busy. With all my animals, and with, uh..."
>"How is she? She hasn't freaked out at you again, has she? Because if she has--"
>A dangerous tone is just starting to creep into Twilight's voice
>Like many in the school, she still doesn't trust the transfer student, especially after Tempest's violent outbursts in her first few weeks
"She's trying her best, but..."
>"But what? Has she tried to hurt you?"
"No, no! She's just said a few things, but I made sure she knew those weren't going to be appropriate."
"She's calming down a lot. I think. But I'm starting to get a little worried about her. I think she's just hiding her feelings around me, now."
>"Given the kind of things she feels, I think hiding them is for the best."
"Twilight! That's terrible! Even someone with a terrible past like Tempest's still deserves to express herself."
>"Fine, fine. I just don't trust her."
"Well, I think I can still reach the good in her. I just need your help."
>"Yeah? What do you need?"
>You tap your fingers gingerly together in front of your face
"Do you have any of Spike's old collars? You know, that you aren't using anymore..."
>Twilight blinks, processing that
>"His dog collars? Probably, but why-- oh! You want to get Tempest a puppy?"
>You let out a tiny giggle
"Y-yep! Well, um, something like that. At least."
>"You know, that's actually a great idea. If you teach her to care about something precious, it'll probably mellow her out. And maybe her new pet and Spike can play together."
"Heh, yeah. Maybe they can. So, if you have one, maybe you can just give it to me after school, or tomorrow, or whenever is fine with you..."
>"I've probably got a spare collar in my backpack. And a leash too."
"Don't worry, I've already got plenty of leashes."
>Twilight's brow furrows as she starts to analyze what you just said
"A-anyway, um, great lunch! Thanks so much for your help!"
>You pack up your stuff and scurry away
>True to her word, Twilight gets you the collar, plus a leash as well
>You turn it over in your hands as you walk home from school
>It's just plain, black, imitation leather, with little pictures of bones etched into it
>A tiny metal tag dangles from it, though it's been left blank
>Once you've reached a quiet street, and you're sure nobody's around, you hold it up to your neck, just to check
>It's pretty small, small enough that it'll probably pinch tightly around your neck
>When you return home, you sit pleasantly in your living room and wait for Tempest
>Your parents are still out, as they usually are, at work or socializing
>Eventually, you hear a muffled knock on the door
"Come in!" you call out, cheerfully and sing-song, and jump up to open the door for your guest
>Before you can, though, the door is somewhat roughly kicked open, revealing a tall, intimidating young woman standing at the threshold
>"I've returned, as you asked," Tempest says coldly. "But I'm going to ask you to make this quick. I'm afraid my patience for this charade is growing thin."
>She looks at you with cold, steely eyes, set in a face marred by a dark pink scar tracing over her right eye
>Her hair is still styled in the same jagged purple mohawk as when she arrived, but she's at least stopped wearing the ridiculous battle-armor she showed up in
>Instead, now, Tempest is dressed in tight-fitted black jeans and a slate-gray tank-top
>The tank-top does nothing to hide her arms, which end in smooth stumps at her elbows
>On her feet, though, she still has those same combat boots, which thud heavily against the carpet as she strides in
>"You're expecting a report of my progress, I take it?"
"Oh, not necessarily. I just wanted to ask how you're feeling."
>"I feel the same as ever. It's you and your friends who pressure me to change."
>Tempest takes her customary spot on your couch, crossing her legs, and you take a seat on a recliner across from her
"So you feel pressured?"
>"Look, Fluttershy. I appreciate the effort here, but I'm not ready for another therapy session."
"You're the only one who calls this therapy," you say pleasantly, and pull the coffee table over so that it sits between the two of you. "I see it as a friend helping a friend adjust to her new home."
>Tempest looks away, though not before you catch a hint of pink creeping into her cheeks
>"You don't have to refer to me as a friend. We aren't exactly close."
>You give Tempest a small, sad smile
"I know. But that's something I'd like to change. If that's, um, okay with you."
>Tempest raises an eyebrow
"Well, heh, I have a few ideas..."
>You toy with one hot-pink lock of your hair, then jump to your feet
>This idea seemed perfect to you last night, but now that it's come time to propose it to Tempest, you're starting to feel a little nervous
>The palms of your hands are slick with sweat, but you try your best to hide your discomfort as you shuffle towards the kitchen
"Would you like some snacks? I made some fresh herbal tea, and I've got some delicious cookies. They're extra-soft, with sprinkles. That's your favorite, right?"
>Tempest's face softens a bit at the mention of cookies
>"Hmph. If you insist."
"I'll be right back."
>You duck into the kitchen and grab the platter of cookies you've already prepared, along with a kettle of steaming tea
>Holding the snacks awkwardly balanced in your left arm, you use your right hand to grab up the collar you got from Twilight, clutching it behind your back as you rejoin Tempest in the living room
>She's looking antsy, you can tell, shifting positions on the couch and crossing then re-crossing her legs
>You take your seat and place the snacks between you
>Tempest stares at the cookies, visibly salivating
"Help yourself," you say
>Tempest fixes you in a steely glare, as if daring you to make fun of her
>Then she slips her right foot out of its boot, grabs a cookie between her toes, and raises it to her mouth to take a bite
>She closes her eyes, a tiny shudder of pleasure running through her body
>"So good..." you think you hear her mumble
>She clears her throat
>"Thanks for that, I suppose."
"Oh, you're very welcome. There's tea too~"
>You pour her a cup, happily humming to yourself
>Tempest still holds you in a cold, suspicious stare
>"This isn't going like our usual sessions. I have to ask what you're planning."
"Heheh. I'll get to that. Just enjoy, for now."
>Tempest grumbles something
"Sorry, what was that?"
>"The tea. I can't drink it."
"Oh, I'm sorry! Here, let me."
>"It's fine. I don't need tea."
"No, I'll help."
>Tempest turns away from you, blushing furiously
>"Please don't try to feed me. That's the last thing I need."
"Okay. If you're not comfortable with it, I won't. But it *is* pretty good tea."
>"Hmph. Maybe a bit, then."
>She turns back, and lets you raise the cup to her lips
>A painful twitch runs through her face
>"It's... kinda hot."
"Ah! Sorry, sorry. I should have blown on it first, agh..."
>Tempest smacks her lips
>"It was good, though. Thanks, I guess."
"You're welcome! I can give you more soon, when it cools."
>"If you want to."
"I do," you say, beaming
>Tempest narrows her eyse
>"Now out with it. What are you planning?"
"Heheh. Well, um..."
>You're still clenching the dog collar behind your back
"...I had a bit of an idea. For how to help you feel a bit more comfortable, um, being yourself. With us."
>"I have no problem being myself!"
>Tempest slams her foot angrily on the ground
>You recoils against the couch
"Let's not call it a problem! It's just you, um, I think, would be happier if you had something to, erm, take care of. Something to show your nice side to."
>"I have no *nice* side. I lost it long ago."
"T-that's exactly the problem! There's a good side in you, Tempest. I think I c-can help you get it out."
>Tempest leans forward slightly
>"And how do you propose to do that?"
"Heh. I've, um, been thinking..."
>Reflexively, you try to tap your fingers together in front of your face, your usual gesture when you're thinking
>Unfortunately, you're still holding the collar, and such a gesture whips it out for Tempest to see
>She raises an eyebrow over her scarred eye
>"What is that?"
"Oh this? It's a collar. For dogs."
>"You're going to suggest I adopt a puppy?" Tempest asks. "Cute, but I'll refuse. I'd kill any animal you entrusted to me. Animal life means little to me."
"Well, that's what I was worried about, heh."
>You wring the collar in your lap, letting your nervous energy pour into it
>Is this seriously something you're about to suggest?
>It feels so right, but at the same time, it's absolutely crazy
>But it's too late to worry now!
>You made this decision because you believed it was right, and you have to trust in yourself
>You force a look of confidence onto your face, and hold the collar up
"You need to learn the value of caring, of love, but you wouldn't care for any pet I would give you. So if I'm g-going to teach you to care for something, then..."
>You press the collar against your chest
"...then I have to be the pet!"
>"You're going to have to repeat that for me."
"I'll be your new pet! Whenever you come over, you'll have your little Fluttershy to c-care for."
>Just saying those words makes something electrifying and hot unfurl in your chest
>You sink back against the couch and tuck your legs up underneath yourself, letting the sensation rush through you
>"Is this some sort of twisted joke? Did Principal Celestia put you up to this? It's bad enough she insists I meet you for these little therapy sessions, but I'd never consider whatever this is!"
>She looks away from you, fuming, and tucks her stumps angrily at her side
"Oh, no, not at all. This is just my idea. I only want to do it to help you."
>"Hmph. Well, I refuse to play along."
"Are you sure? I'll be a good little pet for you."
>You raise the collar to your neck, wrap it around, and click it into place
>As you expected, it cinches tightly around your neck
>A second rush, stronger than the first, cascades through you
>Tempest hears the collar click, and glances over at you
>A tiny splotch of pink appears on both her cheeks, but she looks away again
"I won't be high maintenance at all. All you have to do is pet me. And cuddle me. And feed me."
*"...and bathe me..."* you whisper
>"This is sick. If you can't act like a normal human being, I'm leaving."
>You try to promise her that, no matter what, whatever she wants to do is fine
>But it's getting hard to speak now
>The collar is so, *so* tight
>Only a tiny, hopeful mew escapes your lips
>"S-stop this at once!" she orders
>You slip down from the couch, ending up on your hands and knees on the hardwood floors
>The tag on your collar jingles lightly as you slowly crawl towards your new master, staring up at her with big, hopeful puppy-dog eyes
>You let out another tiny mew
>Tempest turns away from you, her eyes wide
>Tiny beads of sweat are staring to form along her forehead
>"I hope you realize how sickening this is! Stand up and act like a real--"
>You crawl up to Tempest's leg and nuzzle your face against her knee
>A palpable shudder runs through her, so powerful that you can even feel it against your cheek
>Tempest shuts her eyes and swallows, trying to regain her composure
>Tempest goes rigid
>"This is... absolutely vile. I hope you realize that."
>"I am not going to go along with this."
>You sit back on your butt, tucking your legs against yourself and holding your hands out in balled fists, as if they were paws
>You let out a sad little coo, and hand your head
>"Stop this at once! Between you and the rest of your insane friends, is it so much to ask to get a little... guh..."
>Sweat is now visibly pouring down Tempest's face
>You wiggle your hips a little, pretending you have a tail
>She grits her teeth
>You're pretty sure that's what she said, at least
>Tempest shields her eyes, as if your cuteness were irradiating her face
>"You're going to force me into this, are you? Well, f-fine! If this is what Principle Celestia wants, then I guess I have no choice!"
>You gently rest your chin on her knee
>Tempest sinks into the couch, her breath now coming in short, desirous gasps
>You press your whole body against her leg, rubbing yourself against her and squirming like an adorable little puppy
>Each motion brings sends tiny tremors through you, and your brain is starting to grow hazy with excitement
>The initial nervousness is fading quickly from you, leaving you feeling excitable and a little bit adorable
>Just like a real pet
>Tempest finally looks down at you
>She immediately bites her lip between her teeth
>"So, what s-sort of degeneracy are you expecting from me? Do I have to take you for walks? Play fetch?"
>A big smile stretches across your face when she mentions fetch
>"You really are totally hopeless. Fine..."
>Tempest looks around for a nearby object
>The first thing she spots is one of the throwpillows on the couch
>She grabs one between her toes and flings it across the room
>Happily, you bound after it, losing yourself in the rush of innocent, puppy pleasure
>This is great!
>You bent to the ground, your ass up in the air, wriggling for Tempest to see
>You don't even consider how humiliating that would probably be
>After all, you're just an adorable little Flutter-pet, why should you care?
>Bending your face to the ground, you grab the pillow in your mouth and crawl back over to your owner, presenting it to her
>Tempest takes it from you, not looking like she's sure what to do next
>Blush is creeping along her cheeks now
>She throws the pillow again, and you bound after it
>The floor bites into your knees, but the discomfort somehow serves to sharpen the delight now filling you
>So this is what it feels like to be a cute little animal!
>You feel like you could stay like this forever...
>Obediently, you carry the pillow back to Tempest
>She takes it from you again
>You sit back on your butt, looking up at her with hopeful eyes
>"You want me to throw it again?"
>You shake your head
>"Uh... can you just talk normally? And tell me what you want me to do?"
>"Right, that would be too easy."
>You scoot closer to her and bow your head, making it pretty obvious what you want
>She needs to pat your head!
>Just pat it, agh!
>You need this so badly now; you're entirely body is quivering, and somehow you're sure that the feeling of her touch will complete the sensation
>Reluctantly, Tempest sets the pillow down
>Then she raises her foot and gently pats the top of your head
>"Good, uh... good girl."
>You make your best attempt at a purr, summoning all your animal knowledge to make it as cute as possible
>"Good Fluttershy," she chokes out. "Good girl. Good girl..."
>Her foot runs across your forehead and down your hair
>Surprisingly, she's incredibly gentle
>Her sole is absurdly soft, despite her rugged appearance, and she cradles you as gently as anyone possibly could
>You lean into her touch, resting your cheek against the arch of her foot
>The two of you stay like that for a while, a loving master and her faithful pet
>And then Tempest pulls away, as if snapping to her senses
>"Okay! Lesson learned! That has to be enough for today!"
>You take a moment to respond
>A sort of dreamy feeling has overtaken you, and it takes a bit for you to remember that you're still technically Fluttershy, the normal highschool girl who just happens to be wearing a dog collar
>You snap back into yourself, and give Tempest a bashful smile
"Yes, I think, um, that's probably enough.
>You brush the hair out of your eyes and sit back against the couch
"I think you did really well. If, um, that's okay to say."
>Tempest turns away from you, pouting
>"It was unusual. But I think I'm getting used to your weirdness by now."
>The adrenaline is still coursing through you, making your mouth heavy and hot
"...do you want to try again for our next session?"
>"If you insist."
"Oh, I wouldn't insist. But I would maybe recommend it. Very highly. Heh..."
>You raise your hand to the collar at your neck, gently fingering it, slightly tugging at it just until it starts to choke you
>A tiny patch of heat begins to grow between your legs
>Tempest doesn't seem to notice
>She looks to be in a hurry to get out of here, though you're not entirely sure why
>Her face is shining with sweat now, and a rosy blush now fully colors her scarred face
>She hustles towards the door
>"I'll see you tomorrow, Fluttershy."
"I-I'll see you too! But, um, please, don't call me that."
>"Don't call you what? That *is* your name, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is, but it's not a proper pet name. Maybe you could call me just... Flutters?"
>The saliva in your mouth feels sticky and hot, and it's hard to speak past it
"That's an okay name for your special pet, isn't it?"
>"It... will do for now, I suppose."
>She's trying her best to hide her face with what remains of her arms
>"But I need to go. I have a lot to... study. Yes, study. I should get back to my home. I'll return to meet with you tomorrow."
>"What? Is there a problem?"
"No, just, um... don't say you're going to *meet* with me."
>"Then what should I say?"
>Tempest is standing now, halfway to the door, but she stops and turns back to face you
>You curl into a little ball on the floor, resting your head on your knees
"Could you say you're, um, going to take care of me instead? Or maybe play with me?"
>Tempest staggers backwards, her knees weak
>"I suppose I could. That would be more appropriate for our new relationship, yes. I'll be back to 'play with you' tomorrow."
>Your mind goes temporarily blank with delight, and something wet dribbles onto the ground beneath you
>Tempest either doesn't notice or pretends not to
>"Goodnight, Flutters. I'll see you tomorrow... girl."
>With a stiff wave, she ducks out of your home
>You flop up onto the couch, wriggling with delight
>That actually worked!
>You finally get to be a cute little animal, like you always wanted!
>Oh, and you guess it'll help Tempest too
>That's what really important, you try to remind yourself
>But still, she wants to have you as her special little pet!
>You're so excited, you could just...
>Your hands, almost of their own accord, start to trace their way towards your crotch
>But you catch yourself and stop
>This isn't for you!
>This is for Tempest!
>Sure, you like it, but you're doing it because you want to help your friend, and because you love animals
>Not for something like *that*
>Though, you think to yourself, maybe Tempest would like it like *that*
>The thought itself makes your heart hammer in your skinny little chest
>If she does want it, maybe you'll let her?
>But only if it's what she wants
>Until then, you'll wait
>Like a good girl, you roll off the couch, eat a cookie, and then go to change your panties
>Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day...
>Things between you and Tempest are a *little* bit awkward the next day at school
>Then again, things tend to be awkward between you and pretty much everyone you know
>But it's a bit hard to look another girl in the eye when you spent yesterday afternoon in front of her, on your knees
>With a collar around your throat
>You raise your hand up and rub your neck as you silently walk the halls between classes, rubbing the spots where the collar bit into it
>They still hurt a little
>But you're excited to put the collar back on...
>You're just leaving home-ec when you hear Tempest's voice near your shoulder
>She's resting casually against the wall, her arm-stumps at her side, staring straight ahead
"Oh, um. Hey, Tempest."
>"Hey. It's been hard to get hold of you today."
"Heh, yeah, I can be like that sometimes."
>"You aren't avoiding me, are you?"
>"Okay. I was worried I'd done something wrong, yesterday."
"Oh, no, you did everything perfectly! It was wonderful..."
"I mean, you did wonderful! I think you're really making progress. With our therapy."
>"Ah, right. That's what I wanted to talk to you about, actually."
>You feel a small squick of nervousness, wondering if Tempest is going to back out of the whole thing
>Maybe she was just humoring you yesterday...
>"I wanted to say thanks."
"Ah, I'm so sorry-- wait, what?"
>"Yesterday was weird, I have to admit. But after leaving, I felt better than I have in a long time. And today, I've felt weirdly calm. This stuff you're doing, I think it's working. So... thanks."
"Y-you're welcome! You're so welcome! Wow, I was so worried that I'd-- oh, well, just... ah..."
>"You okay? You're kinda sweaty."
"Mhm. Yeah, really okay."
>Tempest looks gives you a respectful nod, which you guess is about as close to a smile as she gets
>"Sooo, are we meeting-- I mean, uh..."
>Tempest lowers her voice
>"Am I going to play with you again after school?"
>You slump against the wall, lightheaded
>Tempest rushes to support you with her stumps
>"You *sure* you're okay?"
"Totally fine! Just, um, uh..."
>Hearing her say that out loud gave you the biggest head rush of your life!
"L-low blood sugar! Should probably get down to the cafeteria before next period. Get a snack. Heh."
>Tempest looks skeptical
>You both glance down, where her stumps are currently supporting you beneath her armpits
>Then both of you glance away from each other, and she steps back
>"Right. Makes sense. I'll be at your house at four, okay? I'm sure Principal Celestia will want another meeting with me."
"Four sounds great!"
>You turn and run towards the cafeteria, your heart still trembling in your chest
"I, um, can't w-wait to play together!"
>"Please don't say it so loud..." Tempest mumbles, wincing
>Though, as she watches her go, she's leaning back on her heels, rocking herself slightly as a nervous excitement fills her
>As soon as classes end, you say goodbye to your friends and practically skip home, you're so excited
>Once you're there, you throw yourself on the couch, kicking your legs in the air
>You can already feel your inner puppy bubbling up
>She'll be here soon!
>You wonder what you should do to prepare
>Should you make snacks?
>After yesterday, there's still some leftover cookie ingredients, you could make cookies
>But Tempest doesn't seem like she's a huge fan of sweets; then again, she doesn't seem like much of a snack-y person in general
>So maybe there's no pain in making food
>You sit immediately upright as a wonderful idea spreads through you
>Tempest knocks on the door just as you're pulling your creation out of the oven
>They're still steaming, and you quickly toss them into a bowl before running to let Tempest in
>She's dressed surprisingly casually; you think it's the first time you've ever seen her just in regular jean-shorts and a t-shirt
>You both say "hey" at the exact same time
>"Can I come in?"
"O-of course! Just let me go get the snacks."
>"Oh, that's fine. I already ate."
"Heh. I didn't think you would want any. These are kind of for, um... for me."
>Tempest raises an eyebrow
>She stands by the couch and waits while you run into the kitchen and back, carrying a bowl full of your handiwork
"They're, um, probably not as good as Pinkie could have done, but..."
>You hold up the bowl and show her what you've made
>Inside are about twenty little small, hard cookies
>They're un-iced, and don't have sugar, chocolate chips, or anything else to adorn them
>Really, they're pretty boring cookies, aside from the fact that they're all shaped like tiny dog bones/
>Tempest takes the bowl from you and stares at the cookies for a moment, confused
>Then tiny pink splotches appear on her cheeks as she realizes their purpose
>"You made yourself treats?"
"Yep. And you can give them to me when I'm g--"
>Your voice catches in your throat
"When I'm good," you whisper out, and a tiny shiver races down your spine
>"Ah. Yes, of course. An owner should have rewards for her..."
>Tempest also hesitates, struggling against a similar lump in her own throat
>"...for her good girl."
>You fall immediately to your knees, slightly bruising them
>Tempest towers over you
>She looks over at the coffee table, where the collar is ready and waiting
>And this time, there's an old threadbare leash lying coiled next to it
>Holding her bottom lip between her teeth, Tempest slips her foot from her boot, grabs the collar between her toes, and hands it to you
>You raise it gingerly to your neck, feeling goosebumps run down your arms and back as the rough faux-leather runs along your skin
>It clicks into place, a pleasant warmth spreads through you
>The playful pet inside you comes alive, and you look up at Tempest with big, adoring eyes
>She shuts her eyes, shivering
>"So, what do you want to do today, F-Flutters?"
>She stumbles over your pet name, but just hearing it makes you want to throw yourself at her feet
>You crawl towards her and gently rest your face against Tempest's knee
>"You want me to pet you, yeah?"
>Tempest sits on the armrest of your couch and strokes her foot along your forehead
>You arch your back, pressing your face up against her gentle touch
>Tiny coos escape your lips, and you turn your head so that her sole is against your cheek now, gently stroking your face
>Slowly, you scoot forward, letting her foot find its way down your neck, then down to the small of your back, so that she's stroking along your entire body
>Delight courses through you now, and the entirety of your body feels electrified and alive from Tempest's touch
>It really does feel great for a pet to have her owner's attention!
>Tempest rests her foot on your head, patting you gently
>"Did you like that?"
>"I'll take that as a yes."
>Tempest glances over at the leash resting on the coffee table
>A tiny, uncertain frown appears on her face
>Following her gaze, you immediately bound over to the leash
>Without even thinking, you pick it up in your mouth, tasting old rope
>You suppose this is a little unsanitary, but you don't care!
>The adorable little pet inside you is in control now, and all you have to do is follow your instincts
>As you bound back to Tempest, you throw the leash in front of her, then sit back on your knees, panting excitedly with your tongue hanging out
>"You... want me to *walk* you?"
>Tempest looks down at the leash resting between her feet, and an uncertain look stretches across her face
>"I don't know exactly how that's going to work," she says, raising her stumps
"Mew! Mew mew mew!"
>You crawl in a circle around Tempest, excitedly yelping and rubbing up against her
>A walk sounds amazing to you right now!
>More than anything, you want to feel that leash pull at your neck, to let your master lead you around
>You position yourself back in front of Tempest, crouching on your stomach and hopefully gazing up at her
>She averts her eyes, her cheeks slightly red
>"Alright, fine. Man, always gotta make this such a hassle..."
>Though she tries to look annoyed, Tempest eagerly sits in front of you and grabs the leash with her feet
>Showing a surprising amount of dexterity, she clips the leash's carabiner around your collar's metal loop using only her toes
>Then she slips the other end of the leash around her ankle, and stands back up
>You raise up on your hands and knees and yip excitedly, bounding towards the door
>Tempest cries out, staggering as you pull at her ankle
>Her stumps pinwheel, and she nearly falls flat on her ass, only saving herself at the last minute with some careful footwork
>"Hey, relax! You're gonna trip me!"
>"I'm serious. Don't go dragging me around like that."
>"You really won't break character for anything, will you?"
>You sit up and give Tempest a quizzical look
>"Fine, fine. Bad girl!"
>Her words echo with such commanding force that you immediately throw yourself on the ground, cowering
>You're shivering too, but definitely not from fear...
>Tempest looks over at the back door
>She adjusts her stance, balancing her weight on the leg with your leash so that you can't trip her
>"Alright. Let's... let's go for a walk."
>You lead Tempest out into your backyard, where a small emerald patch of unmowed grass sits surrounded by a high wooden fence
>Various empty cages dot the yard, ranging from tiny ones built for rabbits to ones big enough to house a great dane
>You trot happily into the yard, feeling the soft earth squelch beneath your hands and knees
>Tempest keeps pace with you, holding your leash steady with her ankle
>Giddy feelings flare up inside you as she leads you in a small circuit around the yard
>Suddenly, a burst of energy floods through you for reasons you can't explain; your inner pet is just loving this too much!
>You randomly sprint forward, but Tempest is ready for you this time
>She plants her foot and tugs your leash backwards, pulling the collar tight around your throat
>You go sprawling in the muddy grass, panting heavily
>Tempest runs up to you
>"Are you okay?" she asks, sounding genuinly concerned. "What are you doing? There's nothing for you to chase! Crazy little..."
>You stare up at Tempest, dazed
>She's already treating you like her pet, you muse to yourself
>The wetness and muck beneath the grass is rapidly soaking into your jeans and blouse, ruining them and making you slightly itchy
>You wriggle on the ground, trying to scratch yourself
>Tempest just sighs
>"You can be such a handful. Come on, let's get back inside."
>You sound disappointed, but you follow your master anyway, letting her lead you back into the house
>Back inside, you crawl along behind Tempest in your muddy clothes
>Occasionally, you lag behind so that she has to pull at your leash
>Each time she tugs at you, you respond with a tiny, pained squeak
>You don't respond, but merely shuffle forward and nuzzle her leg
>Tempest bites her lip, blushing
>"I seriously can't believe I'm saying this. But you were good on your walk, so I think my s-special girl deserves a reward."
>"You want a, um..."
>Tempest winces as the desire to appear cool wars with her desire to spoil her precious pet
>"...you want a treat?"
>At the word "treat," you go absolutely bonkers
"MEWMEW MEWMEWMEW MEW MEWMEWMEW MEW!"
>You scramble around your living room, knocking over furniture and tracking mud all over the dumb place
>After a full lap of the house, you end up back in front of Tempest, on your knees with your mouth open wide
>Your inner pet wants nothing more than a treat
>You don't even care how it tastes, you just want to know she's proud of you!
>Your tongue lolls out, begging for her to give you what you want...
>Tempest looks kinda shocked, but amused
>Hiding a smile, she pinches one of the cookies between her toes and raises it up, balancing herself on one leg
>"You want this?"
>"Were you a good girl?"
>Tempest pauses for a second
>"Can you do a trick?"
>Without even thinking, you roll onto your back, spreading your legs and holding out your arms
>Tempest nearly chokes
>She drops the cookie, and you somehow manage to catch it in your mouth
>You choke the entire thing down without tasting it, not even caring about the cookie itself
>You made your master happy!
>That alone sends waves of delight rolling through your body that no cookie could ever replicate
>You're currently rolling around on the ground, purring and mew-ing with joy
>Tempest flops back onto the couch, sighing
>"Man, of all the things I never thought I'd see..."
>You recover from your daze and get back on your hands and knees, obediently crawling towards Tempest
>She looks down at you, confused
>"Uh, I don't think I have anything else you want. Isn't that enough for today?"
>You sound extra sad, and stare at Tempest's thighs
>Some pet-instinct deep inside you demands that you curl up on top of those thighs, and your spoiled little self will not be denied
>Tempest hardly looks like she has the willpower to deny you, either
>"Fine," is all she says
>She leans back on the couch, offering you plenty of room
>Purring with joy, you clamber up onto the couch and crawl into Tempest's lap
>Her body is solid and muscular, as you expected
>But her thighs are the perfect firm mattress for you to curl on, and you do so, making yourself into a tiny little Flutter-ball atop her lap
>Tempest keeps her eyes trained on the ceiling, trying to remain stoic through the whole process
>But the blush slowly intensifies on her cheeks, until finally she can't stand it anymore and looks down at you
>You raise your head and meet her eyes, letting out a tiny mew
>"This is so wrong. Why do you have to be so cute..." she mutters
>You lower your head, practically begging her to pet it
>Since her legs are currently occupied by your weight, Tempest doesn't have many options
>She awkwardly places one of her stumps against the back of your head, running what remains of her elbow along your silky pink hair
>Both of you breathe in sharply
>Her stump is surprisingly gently, and slowly Tempest strokes down your back, stopping just shy of your butt, then returns to your head
>"I don't really have any idea how to pet a normal animal, let alone you. Is... is this okay?"
>You let her know just how much you love it
>And you raise your butt up in the air a little, letting her know she doesn't have to stop
>No place is off limits, not with Tempest's special little pet
>Tempest still seems a little shy to get below your waist, but when her stump next passes low enough, you press up against her and rub your butt on her forearm
>Tempest inhales sharply
>You wiggle your hips in the air, mewing
>A pet wants to be played with thoroughly, after all
>You don't even consider how absolutely uncouth what you're doing is; all you want is to be properly taken care of, like your pet instincts demand
>Tempest gingerly lets her stump run across your buttocks and down your thighs, making you shiver
>Tempest runs her stump down your back again, though this time she stops at your butt, lingering there slightly longer than she needs to...
>Tempest freezes up
>"O-okay I think that's enough for today," she sputters. "Good session! Your methods are really working, I should be going now!"
>You shake your head, feeling as if you were surfacing from a pool of deep, warm water
"I mean, really? We can keep going! I mean, um, if that's what you want."
>You clamber of Tempest's lap, sitting yourself on the floor, and she jumps to her feet
>"I'm sorry, I simply have to get home. There are... matters! Very urgent matters which I must attend to."
>You try really, really hard to keep the disappointment out of your voice
>Being her pet was getting so enjoyable, why did it have to end?
>You force yourself to brighten up
"You'll be back tomorrow, right?"
>"Of course!" Tempest barks out almost immediately
>She calms herself down, slightly embarrassed
>"I mean, I believe so. Assuming my schedule isn't too bad. And other things."
"I hope you will. I *really* like doing these."
>You lean forward and nuzzle your face against her knee
>"I do too. They are, ahem, quite beneficial!"
>Tempest staggers to her feet, swaying slightly as if she were drunk
>"Regardless, I'll be in contact with you tomorrow. If you have any new adorable tricks-- I mean, any more therapeutic assignments, please feel free to introduce them to me."
"Oh, I will~"
>Your voice comes out sounding *way* more suggestive than you mean
>Both you and Tempest stare at each other, then look away
"I mean, um, I definitely will! Let you know, I mean. Lots of therapy. Assignments. Heh. I wonder where I can buy a riding crop, heh..."
>You let out a shuddering breath
"Or maybe a shock collar."
>Tempest tugs at the collar of her own form-fitted shirt, and then shuffles over to the door
>"Yes, right. Well, I'll leave you to that."
>The two of you part in the most awkward way possible; you sprint up to your room, and Tempest finds her way to hers, all the way across town
>Both of you throw yourself into bed, thinking about what an idiot you must have made of yourself back there
>But both of you are also trembling with excitement, thinking of what tomorrow will bring
>And you, especially, are wishing you could be Tempest's pet even more than this little slice of afternoon you're getting now...
>That night, you strip out of your ruined, muddy clothes and dip yourself into a refreshing, steamy bath
>Now that the high of being Tempest's pet has worn off, all you can do is hold your face in your hands, flushed with embarrassment
>You made a total mess of yourself!
>And you were begging for her attention like a... well, like a dog
>...so why are you so excited to do it again tomorrow?
>One thing's for sure, you need to be more careful next time
>Your nice pink blouse and a pair of your favorite jeans are now pretty much ruined from rolling around in the mud
>But what else are you supposed to do?
>You suppose you could just stay inside, but the pet inside of you whines at the thought of being couped up all day
>There has to be a way to play outside with your mas-- you mean, with Tempest, without getting your favorite clothes dirty
>Maybe you could...
>It would be natural for a pet, after all...
>The idea brings a fresh wave of shame rolling across you, and you reflexively hide your face in your hair as you walk from the bathroom to your bedroom
>No, no, that would be taking things too far
>Tempest would be totally uncomfortable with it!
>Although, she does seem like she's warmed up to being your owner
>Maybe, you could just casually pass the idea by her, and if she's okay with it, then...
>There's no way you're brave enough to... to...
"...m-maybe, um, kind of not really, um, wear anything? Next time we play together, I mean."
>Tempest nearly chokes on her strawberry milk, which she drinks from a camo-patterned thermos, so nobody will know she's drinking strawberry milk
>You tap your fingers nervously together in front of your face
"I mean, no! I mean, um, maybe, or r-really whatever is fine with you..."
>Tempest glances around the crowded lunch room as pink splotches start to rise in her cheeks
>"This isn't some weird, sick joke you're pulling on me, is it?"
"Oh, n-no, I never pull sick jokes. That's Rainbow Dash's job."
>Tempest is still looking everywhere else but at you
>Internally, you can feel yourself falling to pieces
>You just had to ruin this whole thing, didn't you!
>Tempest shifts nervously in her seat across from you
>"Look, Flutters-- I mean, Fluttershy."
"F-Flutters is fine," you squeak out
>"I really like doing this stuff with you. But..."
>You can already hear her calling the whole deal off, and your body trembles as you try to suppress tears
>It was fun while it lasted, at least
>"...but you don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Not for me."
>"Yeah. You're trying really hard, and I respect that a lot. I've never actually had anyone put in this much effort to... to make me happy."
>Tempest casts her eyes down at the floor
>"But you don't have to push yourself this far, just to help me."
"N-no. Oh, n-no, that's not it at all! It's just, um, oh dear..."
>You start compulsively fidgeting with your hair, unsure how to explain this to her
"This is actually, um... something I'd like to do. As long as you're fine with it, of course."
>Tempest, out of sheer surprise, finally meets your eyes
>You both immediately look away from each other
>Tempest hides her embarrassment well, focusing herself intently on nudging her thermos around with her left stump
>You, of course, aren't so good at hiding it
>You're a a sweating, shaky mess, but by some miracle you still manage to get the words out
"For real. I think it would make a little more comfortable and, um... it would help me feel a little more like... like your p-pet."
>Both of you suppress a shiver of pleasure at hearing those words
>Tempest shrugs, trying to look nonchalant even as a bead of sweat rolls down the bridge of her nose
>"I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want, but if you think this will be more fun-- I mean, help us more, then sure. Go ahead."
>"And I promise, I won't tell anyone. You know, that I've... that I've seen you naked."
"Ah, yeah, t-thanks..."
>Your words come out in a breathy squeak
>So much excitement is bubbling up inside you, mixing with the terrifying nervousness you feel about this conversation
>Tempest takes a long sip of her milk
"So I, um, I guess I'll see you--"
>"Actually I was going to ask if we could walk home together today!" Tempest blurts out
>She immediately clamps her mouth shut
"Oh! That would be wonderful! We could get started right away, heh..."
>"Right. That's what I was thinking."
>Tempest rubs her stumbs together under the table
>"Anyway, I should really be--"
"Y-yeah, me too!"
>"I'll see you."
"Y-yep! See you..."
>You spend the rest of the day in an excited daze, and when the bell finally rings, you rush towards Tempest's locker
>As it turns out, though, she's heading towards you at the same time
>The two of you nearly barrel into each other in the middle of the hall
>"Was just coming to--"
"Y-yeah, me too."
>"Alright then. You ready?"
>You nod happily
>"As much as I can be," Tempest says with a wry smile
>Somehow, seeing that she's a little anxious too makes you way, way less nervous about what you're planning to do with her
>The walk home is bizarrely normal
>You and Tempest get your first chance to just talk, like friends
>She tells you a bit about her childhood, then you politely ask her to please stop, afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight
>That gets an actual laugh out of her; her laughter is short and kinda violent, almost like a dog's bark
>You tell her a bit about your regular self: about your pets, about working at the shelter, and a little about the band you're in
>She listens intently, though your life is all so tame compared to the stuff she's told you
>As you walk, you notice that Tempest is gradually moving closer to you, until her shoulder is just barely pressed up against yours
>You've always been tall for a girl, but Tempest is easily three or four inches taller than you, and her menacing appearance makes her seem even bigger
>Still, it feels kinda nice to just lean up against her
>Deep inside, your inner pet is purring with excitement, thinking about being curled up (and naked, eep!) on her lap
>When you reach your home, though, you can immediately tell something is off
>Your mom's car is parked out front, and the front door to your house is unlocked
>Tempest raises an eyebrow
>"That's not normal, is it?"
"Um, n-no. She's not supposed to be home until r-really late on weekdays. Oh, no..."
>Fearing the worst, you open the front door...
>Immediately, you catch sight of your mom in the kitchen, wearing a flour-dusted apron and kneading dough
>She turns when she sees you, beaming and cheery
>"Oh! Welcome home, sweetie!"
>Your dad is seated on the couch, stroking his mustache while he reads the paper
>"Hey, kiddo," he says, then gestures to Tempest. "Who's this? A new friend?"
>Tempest's face goes a deep shade of red, and she sets her mouth in a disciplined grimace
>"Yes! Tempest Shadow! I'm in your daughter's class. We decided to walk home together today!"
>She reports all of this as if she were in the presence of a commanding officer
>Your dad raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything
>"Well, that's great!" your mom says from the kitchen. "I was just gonna bake some fresh bread. You girls hungry?"
>You are, actually
>But there's something you need way more than food right now
"Oh, um, that's okay. We actually just came here to, uh..."
>You glance over at the collar and leash, which you left on the coffee table, right in front of your dad
>Then you look at Tempest, desperate
>Lying isn't something that comes naturally to you at all!
"We, uh... were going t-to, um..."
>Your brain scrambles to come up with a convincing lie, but nothing seems to click
>Tempest steps forward, and for a moment you feel like you're saved
>"Your daughter has been helping me adjust to life here in Canterlot. We've been meeting here after school. I'm sorry to intrude."
>She drops to one knee, respectfully bowing her head
>Your parents glance at each other, clearly touch
>"Oh, there's no need for that, dear! We're always happy to host a friend of Fluttershy's!" your mom says
>"That's right," your dad agrees. "You two just make yourselves at home. We promise, we won't get in the way," he says, all good-natured and cheery
>You notice both of them are momentarily taken aback at Tempest's lack of arms, but neither of them stare at her
>Tempest stands up, glances at the collar and leash on the table, then at you
>You gulp, and take a few shaky steps forward
"We're, um, g-gonna need this too, heh..."
>"Oh? Whatcha need the collar for? You aren't planning to bring home a puppy again, are you?" your dad asks, chuckling
"N-no! Of course not! This is just, a-ah..."
>Again, Tempest steps forward, raises her chin, and announces in a strict voice:
>"Fluttershy has been--"
>You realize she's about to just blurt out exactly what's going on, and clamp your hand over Tempest's mouth
"Eheh, I'm going to get *her* a puppy! Animal bonding, y-you know, I think it'll help her g-get used to life here a lot."
>Your parents look confused
>But then their expressions soften
>"Good for you, sweetie," your mom says. "You two have fun now, okay? I'll bring you some bread when it's ready."
"T-thanks," you awkwardly sputter
>Then, supplies in hand, you and Tempest shuffle up the stairs to your room
>She collapses onto your bed and wipes her forehead on her shoulder
>"I wasn't expecting company."
"N-neither was I!"
>You sink onto the floor, controlling your breathing so you don't hyperventilate
"W-what if they catch us! What if they h-h-hear us? Oh no..."
>"It'll be fine," Tempest assures you. "We can stay quiet. And just, you know, lock your door."
"I've n-never locked my door before..."
>You shake your head
>"Huh. Now can be the first time, I guess."
>Tempest slips her boots off and pads barefoot over to the door
>Using her toes, she twists the lock on the doornob, and a small click fills the room as the bolt locks into place
>Then she turns to you, with a sigh of relief, and leans up against the door
>"So... are you ready to start?"
>Tempest looks around
>"What time were you waiting for?"
"W-well, um, I don't really know, I just..."
>"If this isn't cool, we can call it off. Let's just try again tomorrow, when they're not--"
"N-no," you whisper
"No, I w-want to do this. Today. Now."
>"Are you sure? You seem pretty nervous."
"Nervous? N-no, who's nervous? I'm f-fine! Just a little s-s-surprised is all, heh... heh..."
>You suppress a shudder
>Are you seriously about to take your clothes off in front of Tempest?
>Outside your parents, nobody has ever seen you naked
>To think of going so far, already...
>Maybe you got in a little over your head
>But the prospect of backing out now fills you with a cold, dreadful disappointment
>This is something you really want!
>But, are you brave enough?
>You look at the collar still held in Tempest's lap
"C-could you, um, give me that?"
>"This? Yeah, sure."
>Tempest pinches the collar between her toes and leans back on the bed, holding it out for you
>You take it and slowly raise it up to your neck
>In response, your inner pet begins to run in excited circles within you, filling you with nervous energy just waiting to burst out
"I, um... this m-may sound a little weird, but... I'm a little worried I'll get, uh, c-carried away."
"I don't really know. But uh, if I d-do something you don't like, just..."
>You swallow, finding your throat dry and your mouth warm and sticky
"Say 'b-bad girl.' And if you have to, you can..."
>Your words are barely whispering through your choked-up throat now
"...you can hit me."
>Tempest waves her stumps in protest
>"Whoa, no. No, no. I'm not gonna hit you."
"It's okay! Just, um, don't do it *too* hard. But be a little rough, if you need to. And hit me where people w-w-won't see. Like, um... h-here."
>You gesture point sheepishly towards your butt
>Tempest is blushing furiously, but has nowhere to hide her face
>She turns away, trying to keep herself composed
"Right. Well, um... h-here goes..."
>You place the collar against your neck, now unable to swallow
>This is crazy!
>This is so, so, so crazy
>You force your mind to go blank and click the collar in place around your throat
>Immediately, a change rushes through you
>Your inner pet springs to live, filling you with confidence
>The clothes that felt like a necessary protection are suddenly an itchy burden, and you start shedding them with no care for modesty
>You awkwardly struggle out of your jeans first, flinging them aside, then grab your shirt and start pulling it over your head
>Unable to see, you trip over your own feet and fall to the floor with a thud
>Tempest jumps up, but you make it clear you don't need her help
>Arm flailing and legs kicking, you finally manage to get your shirt off, and throw it aside
>The last bits, your bra and panties, come off the easiest
>You simply pull off your bra and slip your panties down your legs, and then you're naked
>It's nowhere near as terrifying as you thought
>In fact, it feels great!
>Your inner pet loves being free, and you bound up to Tempest, happily mewing
"Mew! Mew mew!"
>Tempest is just staring at you, mouth agape
>"Whoa. You are... *way* more built than I thought you were..."
>She shakes her head, tearing her gaze away from your lower regions and focuses on your head
>Slowly, she sits back on the bed, then leans forward to pat your head with her stump
>"Good girl. Good, good girl. Holy shit..."
>Tempest is profusely sweating now, and you realize you are too; beads of perspiration are forming all along your nude form
>They cool in the open air, filling you with a freeing, energizing vigor
"Mew! Mew mew mew mew mew!"
>Like a proper pet, you let your energy spill out of you, scampering excitedly back and forth across the room and making a godawful racket
>Tempest looks horror-stricken
>"They're gonna hear us! Are you crazy?"
>The Fluttershy part of you is just as terrified as she is
>But the Flutter-pet part of you?
>She doesn't care
>In fact, she hopes your parents come; that would mean more people to play with!
>Tempest glances at the door, her face paling
>Large beads of fear sweat are rolling down her face now
>"Hey, I'm serious! Cut it out, I don't want to explain any of this to them?"
>You sit back on your haunches, feeling the plush carpet caressing your bare bottom
>Being a pet feels so great!
>Whatever worries Tempest was feeling immediately slip from your mind
>You fall onto your back, raising your legs up in the air, and wiggle happily atop the soft carpet
>It scratches your back as you squirm around
>It feels great
>Tempest is really starting to stress out
>She looks down at her feet, biting her tongue as she considers what to do next
>You, meanwhile, are starting to feel desperate for a belly-rub
>Placing your feet against the ground, you wriggle on over to towards the bed, ending up at Tempest's feet
>You present your bare chest and stomach to her
>Please, please, please...
>All you can think about is how great it would feel to have her gently rub your soft little tummy
>Tempest, however, looks like she's having a lot less fun
>She glances at the door again, and though you aren't in a mental state to notice it, she's staring very intently at the lock
>Her throat bulges and moves as she gulps, fearful of who might be right on the other side...
>You flop on the ground, feeling neglected and unhappy
>What's a pet supposed to do if she can't get her master's attention?
>Tempest looks down at you, torn
>Her leg twitches; you can tell she wants to pet you
>You wiggle your soft little tummy for her
>"Just... keep it down, okay? I won't want to explain to your mom why I have you naked in a collar."
>You mew innocently like you don't even know what she's talking about
>"Goddammit," Tempest swears. "Why do you have to be so cute..."
>She mutters under her breath, and gently places her foot against your tummy
>Slowly, she strokes her sole up to right under your breasts, then back down again, stopping right before she reaches your crotch
>Again, you're enchanted by how soft her toes feel against your skin, and you arch your back, pressing your belly against her foot
"Meeeeeew..." you purr
>Tempest relaxes a bit
>She takes her foot away, then sits near you on the floor
>Instead of her feet, she uses her stump this time, rubbing her knob of flesh over your naked skin
>You purr in approval, and even twist your body enough for her elbow to bump against the squishy underside of your breasts...
>Tempest flushes, and pretends she didn't notice
>You wiggle up closer to her, letting your side rest against Tempest's knees
>There's not even really a sexual desire in your head; you're just an innocent pet who wants to be as close to her master as possible
>Tempest, meanwhile, is blushing harder and harder
>She alternates between staring intensely at the walls, door, your stuffed animals, or anything but your nude body
>And then she allows herself those brief moments, in which her eyes sweep over every inch of you before returning to her feigned ignorance
>You scrunch your face, unsatisfied with the lack of attention
>But a good pet has plenty of ways to make her master notice her
>You sit up and lick Tempest's stump
>She recoils, her eyes wide
>"Isn't... isn't that going just a *little* far?" she asks
>You look as innocent as can be, resting your butt back on your heels
>Tempest looks down at her stump, where a wet trail of your saliva still marks the spot where you licked her
>"Look, I think we should tone it down for today. I'm not really... I'm not really sure about this."
>Her words aren't even reaching you
>All you hear is the tone, and you understand that your master is sad
>You fall back to the floor, keeping your head low and your butt up in the air
>"Can you just snap out of it? Let's just... go downstairs and pretend this isn't happening, or whatever."
>You must have done something wrong
>Maybe you can make her happy, somehow, but how...?
>"Aren't you listening?" Tempest says. "Let's just cut this for today. Be Fluttershy again, or whatever, and let's..."
>You give her your wide, wet puppy-dog eyes
>Slowly, you clamber into your master's lap
>Tempest's thighs are hardened with muscle and concealed beneath her jeans
>But still, they make the perfect pillow
>You flop your nude form atop them and curl into an innocent little ball
>Tempest's teeth clamp down on her upper lip
>"You are *so*... adorable. Even if you're totally crazy."
"Mewmew," you coo lovingly
>She's can't help but run one of her stumps through your hair
>You tremble with pleasure
>It feels so, so good to have your master petting you!
>Just knowing she's happy to be holding you send a burst of radiant warmth flooding through your chest
>You worm around in her lap until you're lying with your back against her thighs your face facing hers
>Tempest places her stump against your brow
>"You're being such a good girl, too."
>You know those words!
>You roll off her lap and start scrambling around the room again, waving your ass up in the air
>Good girl, good girl, good girl!
>You're a good girl!
>Somehow, those words fill you with so much energy you can't even sit still
>Tempest's entire body clenches in fear
>"Hey! Shush! Your parents are right downstairs, remember?"
>You can't shush!
>How can you, when you just got called a good girl?
>Something about that simple combination of words lit a fire inside you, and a playful, white-hot energy is still rolling through your body
>You sprint from one side of your bedroom to the other on your hands and knees, thumping and yelping
>Tempest stares at the door, looking like she's near panicking
>And when you pass her, she makes her move
>Tempest raises her foot and brings it down, hard, against your butt
>Her sole rebounds off your buttocks with a sharp *smack*
>Tempest falters for a moment, seeing the scared look in your eye
>All the energy inside you evaporates
>You're a bad girl?
>Your rump still stings, but it's nothing compared to the pain of seeing your master unhappy with you
>You slink over to her, your head bowed
>Your hair trails along the ground, and your posture is meek and apologetic
>Tempest nearly chokes
>"H-hey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."
>"I didn't! I just, it's just... I don't want anyone to hear."
>You can't even finish that one
>Tempest looks grief-stricken
>"It's okay," she assures you. "You're a good girl. Good... good Flutters."
>You perk up ever so slightly
>Tempest runs her stump along your face, letting her scarred elbow caress your cheek
>"I didn't mean it. I just let myself get carried away. You're still a good--"
>*Knock knock knock*
>Someone is rapping every-so-daintily on your door
>Tempest straightens up, her eyes going wide as her worst fear is realized
>You simply roll off her lap and round over to the door, yelping and mewing at potential intruders and/or new friends
>"Hey, stop! That's probably your mom! Relax!"
"Myeh! Myeh myeh myeh!" you yelp angrily at the door
>"Fluttershy?" asks your mom from outside your room. "Is... is that you sweetie?"
"Mye! Mye myeh!"
>You position yourself right in front of the door and holler at it
>Tempest is beside herself with worry
>Standing on one foot, she tries to spank you with the other foot
>But, as it would turn out, that's really hard to do
>She stumbles and falls, her stumps pinwheeling and unable to catch her, and hits the ground with a loud *thump*
>You immediately forget about the weird intruder, whoever she was, and rush to your master's side
>You open your mouth and start licking Tempest's face
>And then, the door's lock clicks open
>Slowly, the door swings open, revealing your mom holding a tray of freshly baked bread in one hand and the emergency master-key in the other
>You sit back on your haunches, smiling innocently with your tongue flopped out between your lips
>Tempest looks mortified, with her face half-covered in your spit
>Your mom takes a long, long moment to analyze the scene
>The first thing she notices is her own daughter: naked, wearing a collar, and grinning like an animal
>The next thing she focuses on is the edgy, scarred amputee that she let into her house
>Slowly, she puts one and one together
>It would take an idiot not to notice what's going on here
>Tempest immediately realizes that she's not going to get out of this one
>She tenses up, ready to be chased out of the house, potentially by angry parents wielding a shotgun
>But it doesn't happen
>Instead, Fluttershy's mom beams at the two girls
>A bright pink blush creeps into her cheeks
>"Aww, look at the two of you! You're already so open with each other! Fluttershy, you're finally expressing yourself!"
>Both of you are stunned, in your own separate ways
>Fluttershy's mom shouts downstairs to her husband
>"Dear, you have to come see this! Fluttershy and her new friend are bonding!"
>"That's great! Bring them down, and we can all have dinner together!" Fluttershy's dad shouts back
>"Actually, um..." Tempest tried to protest
>But you've already lost your mind at the word "dinner"
"Mew! Mewmewmewmewmewmew! MEWMEWMEWMEW!"
>You sprint in a maddened circle around the room
>All you can think about is food!
>Even better than your master's love, you want food, food, food!
>Tempest shuts her eyes
>Secretly, she's wishing she could suffer a fatal heart attack right here and now
>You are Tempest Shadow
>You're seated across from two people you barely know; your friend's-- or your pet's, you suppose --parents
>They're both wonderfully homey, midwestern types
>And you want nothing more than to shrivel up and die
>"So, how long have you known Fluttershy?"
"Since I started at CHS. Several months now."
>You answer automatically, trying to ignore what's going on beneath the table
>The dinner itself is wonderful, you have to admit
>The freshly baked bread is buttery and melt-in-your-mouth levels of fluffy, and Fluttershy's parents have served with with a beef-and-mushroom goulash that sends waves of warmth traveling down to your toes
>But it's what's by your toes that's the problem
>See, Fluttershy isn't seated next to you at the table, though she is still quite close
>As it turns out, the Shy family has a dog-bowl just lying around
>And at their insistence*, you heaped plenty of bread and goulash into the bowl
*"Really, Tempest, you must! See how hungry our little girl is? Give her what she wants, you'll be her little hero..."
>Now, just inches from where your feet rest on the kitchen floor, Fluttershy is noisily gulping down her dinner from a plastic dog bowl
>She still hasn't put any clothes on
>In front of her own parents
>Shamelessly, she has her ass up in the air for all to see, wiggling back and forth as she devours her food with an animalistic, fiendish hunger, smearing sauce and crumbs all over her face
>You feel so much shame for both of you that you genuinely are surprised you haven't burned to ash yet
>"Wonderful! We always worried about our little angel making friends. But she's done so well for herself. We're really quite proud," Fluttershy's dad says
>How are they not weirded out by this!?
>"And it's just so wonderful she's found a friend as open-minded as you. Hard to meet someone who'll understand this side of a young girl," Fluttershy's mom says
>"Aint' that the truth! Every pairing that really *gets* this stuff is blessed," her dad agrees
>The two parents rub noses in front of you
>Beneath the table, Fluttershy has finished her foot, and is now resting your head on your knees
>"Aww, she wants attention!" her mom says. "Look at what a cutie she is. She really is a natural, isn't she dear?"
>"A real cutie. You're a lucky lady," her dad says with a wink
"I'm having trouble believing that at the moment."
>You look down and meet Fluttershy's eyes
>They sparkle with so much innocence, it's almost possible to believe that this is all totally normal
>You look over at her parents, who are eating like nothing is wrong, then down at her again
"You know, I think I'd like to, um..."
>"Something wrong, sweetie?"
"No! I would like to take Flutters... out. For a, um..."
>You can't bring yourself to engage in this weird therapy-game with them
>Sure, they're accepting and that's great
>But this is insane!
>You need out!
>Fluttershy bounds obediently behind you, and you lead her to the back door
>Your pet trots along happily behind you, her face still slightly messy from dinner
>As soon as you're out in the grass, she runs in a quick circle, getting her feel for the terrain beneath her hands and knees
>When she comes back to you, you sigh
"Look. I think we need to call it here for tonight."
"Please, Flutters. Just talk to me normally."
>She seems to sense you're worried, but still won't talk to you
>Instead, she just cozies up to your knee, rubbing her face against your leg
>You glance down at her
>Aside from the collar, she's wearing nothing at all
>Maybe, if you just...
>Using your toes, you unhooking the collar and take it off of her
>The change in her personality is immediate
>Fluttershy, no longer your pet Flutters, looks around herself
>"Wait, why am I..."
>She glances down at her nude body and yelps
>"W-why am I outside! The n-n-neighbors will see me!"
>She jumps to her feet, covering her breasts and crotch with her hands
>"Oh, w-what was I thinking. This is r-really crazy. Oh no, oh no. And m-mom and dad saw me too. Ah..."
>She lets out a humiliated sigh
>You don't really know what to say, and instead just scratch the back of your head with your stump
"Sorry. I... I didn't think it would go this far."
>Fluttershy mumbles something
>"N-no. It's not your fault. This is what I wanted. I just, um... didn't realize it would be so scary."
"Me neither. I wasn't expecting your mom and dad to be so accepting."
>"They're, um... a lot cooler than they seem. I kinda caught them doing some weird stuff when I was younger."
>Well, that explains a lot
>You're half tempted to ask...
>Fluttershy waves her hands in front of her face
>"B-but, um, we can do this somewhere else! I mean, you know, in the future. If you still want to. So you don't have to worry about them anymore. But, if you don't want to meet with me after this, I'll understand."
"Whoa, whoa. I definitely want to. Today was..."
>In spite of yourself, you laugh
"Today was *crazy*. Even with the kind of things I've been through. But I think I could keep going. I think I really want to keep going."
>The tiniest hint of a smile stretches your lips
>It's a weird feeling, and it kind of hurts
"But being around your parents is way too much for me."
>"I u-understand. I think it's a b-bit too much for me, too. And I have to live with them..."
>"I can't believe they f-fed me like a dog. Ah..."
>You can't tell if she's humiliated, aroused, or both
>Fluttershy glances around, noticing the lights on in several nearby windows
>"Maybe, um, l-let's get inside soon."
>You press your shoulder against hers and let herself lean up against you, covering what she can with your lean, muscled bulk
>You lead Fluttershy up to her room, where she meekly dresses herself and sits across from you on the bed
>She still seems nervous, and pretty heavily embarrassed
>Since you're still barefoot, you reach out and place your foot atop her hand; it's the close you can come to hand-holding, now
>Fluttershy intertwines her fingers with your toes, squeezing the ball of your foot
>"Next time, um... let's find somewhere just for us, okay?"
"I won't complain about that."
>Fluttershy gives you a nervous smile
>"Maybe, um, there is this small dog park, not too far from here. I used to volunteer there, when I was l-little."
"A dog park? Won't there be people there?"
>"N-not if we go late in the day. And if you go deep in the woods, there's n-never anybody around. It'll be a nice, p-private place for us to place."
"Ah. We could make that work. Are you sure you'll be comfortable? Out in public, I mean."
>"Oh, v-very comfortable. As long as I've got this, heh..."
>She twists the collar in her delicate little hands
>"The pet part of me isn't afraid of anything."
"I can't argue with that," you say wryly
>"Then, the park next?"
"Sounds good to me. I'm... actually kind of excited to play more. I mean really, just.. play."
>"M-me too. Though, um, maybe next time, you c-could, um, heh..."
>Fluttershy's cheeks are hitting that familiar reddened blush
>"...punish me more? When you did it earlier, it w-was, eheh..."
>She shifts her weight from buttock to buttock
>"I mean, eheh, feel free to discipline me, if you n-need to! I'm not always a perfect pet. B-but I want to play with you, and be good for you, so... so I'm really looking forward to tomorrow! And every other day we do this!"
>'Every other day you do this?'
>The thought stays in your head through the long walk back home
>It's only been three days now that you and Fluttershy have been doing this weird pet-master thing
>Granted, you had your weird therapy sessions with her before, but they were always stiff, awkward, and featured a lot of you staying silent and chewing your lower lip while you stared out the window
>Now, you actually are starting to find that the hours you spend with her are the highlight of your day
>You're halfway home, just passing CHS on your way back, when you find your path blocked by a tall redhead wearing a leather jacket
>"Sup?" she asks you, her voice measured and friendly, but holding sharp undertones just beneath its surface
"Shimmer. Is something wrong?"
>"Nothing wrong. Just noticed you've been spending a lot of time with Fluttershy lately."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
>"Nothing. Just want to make sure you're treating her well."
>Sunset advances towards you
>You continue your stride, not pausing for a moment
>Both of you advance towards each other, radiating "bad bitch" energy
>Sunset apparently had a reputation as the resident terror of CHS, before you arrived, but she went soft after some sort of mystical beating from Twilight Sparkle
>You, on the other hand, are as hard as the day you arrived
>Even though you did just spend the afternoon caring for a naked girl in a collar...
>Still, you're way harder than she is, and your mutual auras have attracted you to each other since you first arrived here
>And now it seems like things have come to a head...
>You and Sunset advance until you're standing chest-to-chest, and you're happy to find you're a solid few inches taller than she is
>With a smug look, you stare down your nose at her
"I think you're in my way."
>"Oh, am I? Guess that's my bad."
>She plants her feet firmly
>"I just wanted a quick chat with you. That's all."
"Let's hope it's a *really* quick chat."
>"Only if you want it to be."
>The old fire is rising in Sunset, and something vicious burns in her eyes
>"Listen. I know Principal Celestia wants you hanging around Fluttershy. But I don't think it's such a good idea."
"And why is this any of your business?"
>"Because she's my friend. And she's sensitive. Not the kind of person who should be hanging around with a wannabe punk like you."
>You press your chest against Sunset's and step forward, knocking her backward
>She balances her weight against you, and the two of you squish against each other, eyes locked in mutual hatred
"I've seen shit you wouldn't even believe."
"How do you think *this* happened?"
>You shrug your shoulders just enough for Sunset to get the point
>That actually seems to give her pause for a moment
>She blinks, but she doesn't break eye contact
>"I'm not here to talk about your past. I only care about Fluttershy."
"Then you should back off. She seems pretty happy with me around."
>"As if. She's not that kind of person."
"People can have different sides. You should know that better than anyone, I'm told."
>Sunset's mouth stretches in a grimace
>"Watch it. You just might be right."
>Something very much like literal fire flashes in Sunset's eyes
>"You really won't want to meet other Sunset. Do you, *Fizzlepop*?"
"Don't call me that!"
>You flex your thighs and slam your chest against Sunset's, knocking her back
>She staggers, nearly falling on her ass, but she catches herself at the last second
>You take a step back, your legs and jaws tensing as you ready to fight
>For a split second, Sunset looks ready to tear into you
>But she forces her eyes closed, and lets out a deep, angsty sigh
>"You don't wanna do this."
"I was thinking the same thing. Just in a different direction."
>"I've heard girls try to get aggro with me before. You don't wanna know what happened to them."
"It would be like a picnic compared to the things I've seen."
>Sunset's mouth twists in a wry smile
>Sunset straightens up and brushes her hair out of her eyes
>"Just don't screw around with her, and we won't have any problems."
>You don't even respond to that
"I'll see you around, Shimmy."
>"Don't call me--"
>She clamps her mouth shut
>"Yeah. I'll see you, Fizzy. And I'll be keeping my eye on you and Fluttershy."
>You turn, meet here eyes just for a moment, and flash her a dark smile
>Sunset recoils, thrown off, and you turn around and just walk home
>Your apartment feels dark and cold without your pet
>Already you're missing the feeling of Flutters' soft, squishy body in your lap, of her skin beneath your stumps
>You kick off your boots and flop into bed, staring up at the ceiling
>Mixed longing for your pet and hatred of Sunset roil inside of you
>But gradually, you shut your eyes and focus on the sensation of petting your special girl
>It's a good feeling, and it's one that gradually brings you to sleep
>The next day at school, you relish every moment that you and her pass each other in the hallways
>You share secret, knowing glances with her
>And though you try your best to hide it, you're blushing during a lot of your walks between classes
>She really is great...
>You blow off your mid-day pre-calculus class so that you can eat with her during her lunch period
>But as soon as you arrive in the cafeteria, you find Sunset already sitting across from Fluttershy
>Sunset's talking to her in hushed tones, a serious look on her face
>Fluttershy keeps waving her hands in front of her face, looking nervous
>Something angry and protective flares up inside of you, and you stride towards the table, your eyes burning into Sunset Shimmer
>Nobody is going to take your pet from you!
>Especially not her...
>You stride across the lunch hall and plunk yourself down next to Fluttershy, sitting protectively close to her
>She looks relieved to see you
>The look on her face makes your chest swell with pride, and it makes Sunset's eyes narrow in suspicion
"Something wrong, Shimmer?"
>"Nothing at all. Just having a chat with my friend. I'm pretty sure this isn't your lunch period, is it?"
"I was hungry, so I skipped class."
>"Tempest! You shouldn't be skipping your classes!"
>She gives you a pouty, scolding look
"I know, I know."
>"You should go back! There's still time."
"Ah, come on. It's just pre-calc. Besides, Ms. Harshwhinny is a total--"
>You take note of the look on Fluttershy's face
"Alright, fine. I do want to talk to you, though. Soon."
>Sunset is glancing between the two of you
>A look of horror is spreading across her face; she's putting pieces together, for sure, though you're sure she's not possibly going to figure out what's really going on
>"A good talk. Or, um, a bad one?"
"Good, I think. That's..."
>You drop your voice low enough that only she-- and maybe Sunset --can hear you
"...that's actually why I skipped. I didn't want to wait before I could see you."
>Fluttershy blushes deeply and lets out a tiny, delighted squeak
>"O-oh. Heh. You should have, um, s-said that sooner..."
>Sunset shakes her head, as it trying to wrench herself out of some horrible dream
>"Are... are you two... *dating?*"
>"N-no! I mean, n-not really, but..."
>You and Fluttershy look at each other, then at Sunset
>Her face goes from shock, to revulsion, and then back to a low, simmering anger
>"I see. Not gonna pretend I like this. But you can make your own choices, Fluttershy."
>Sunset slams her hands on the table and gets up
>But before she leaves, she jabs a finger towards you
>"But I'll be keeping an *extra* close eye on you. If you do anything to hurt her, I swear to everything that's holy, you'll be heading back home missing even more pieces than you already are."
>Fluttershy looks horrified
>Sunset's face goes blank
>"I... I didn't mean... whatever."
>She whirls around on her heels
>"You'd better be good to her. Or else."
>And with that, she storms off
>Fluttershy wraps her hands around the stump of your right arm
>"S-she didn't mean that! I promise! She just, um, k-kinda gets like that when she gets angry. She's not really--"
>Your voice sounds strangely calm, even to you
>Somehow, she's pissed you off so badly that you've ascended beyond the emotion of anger
>Instead, you feel cold and blank inside
"Let's meet up after school, okay?"
>"O-okay. Are you sure you're okay?"
>You let yourself rest, briefly, against Fluttershy's body
"I will be soon."
>"So? What did you want to talk to me about?"
>It's after school, and you and Fluttershy are walking home
>Well, in the general direction of her home
>Of course, that's not your destination...
>You don't actually know where this dog-park is, but Fluttershy seems to have the route there memorized
>It's a beautiful day, with just enough cloud cover to keep the sun from totally cooking you, but with enough sun for everything to feel cheery
>On a day like this, there's a good chance there'll be other people at the park...
>Fluttershy very gently nudges you
"Huh? Sorry. It's nothing important. But Sunset's been acting weird, and there's a good chance she's warning your other friends about me."
>"Oh. Y-yeah, that does sound like her. She can be a little... overprotective."
>You awkwardly scratch your cheek on your shoulder
"I just wanted to make sure I'm not going to get you in some sort of trouble. Doing weird stuff like this."
>"You t-think it's weird?"
"I'm pretty sure most of our class isn't going home to put on collars and leashes."
>"Y-yeah, but... I guess you're right."
>Fluttershy looks a little hurt
"W-weird doesn't mean bad!"
>You stumble a bit over your words, nervously waving your stumps in front of your face
"Weird is actually perfect. I love what we're doing! That's another thing I wanted to tell you, actually."
"This is the best I've felt in a long time. So, this therapy or whatever it is, it's working."
>"Therapy? Oh! R-right."
>Fluttery gives you an embarrassed smile
>"I kinda forgot that's what we were even supposed to be doing. I just really, really like being your pet."
"And I like being your, uh..."
>Fluttershy nudges you
>"Say it," she whispers
"You know, your..."
>Fluttershy stares blankly at you, then she giggles
>"That wasn't what I expected to hear. I like being your friend, but, um... there's another word I'd like you to use... if that's okay..."
"What wor-- oh."
>Fluttershy presses herself up against you
>"You can whisper it, if you want. But, um, I really want you to say it."
"Right. I really like..."
>Fluttershy sucks in her breath
"...being your master."
>She goes weak at the knees, and you have to awkwardly steady her between your stumps to keep her from fainting
>Fluttershy is uncharacteristically bubbly and clingy for the rest of the walk
>She walks with her shoulder touching yours, and her hand occasionally brushes against your hip
>You find yourself wishing you had a hand for her to hold...
>Wait, no you don't!
>The two of you are still just friends, even if you're playing this weird game together
>And besides, you wouldn't the two of you to be anything more
>You don't need that sort of hassle in your life
>Fluttershy nudges you
>"You're making that face again."
>"The one that looks like, um..."
>Fluttershy looks up at you with this intense, frigid death glare, complete with an exaggerated frown
>A rare peel of laughter escapes you, and Fluttershy beams
"I just have a lot on my mind. But there's no way I frown *that* much."
>"I dunno, it's p-pretty close," Fluttershy says, chuckling
>She rests her hand on your hip, and this time doesn't pull it away
>Something inside your chest clenches, a feeling very similar to when you first saw her in her collar
>Speaking of, Fluttershy points up ahead, where a sign featuring a collar and bone is planted in the ground next to the sidewalk
>"There's the park's entrance!"
>She runs ahead a little bit, and you quicken your pace to catch up
>The park, as it turns out, sits on a chunk of mostly undeveloped land
>There's a large clearing, and a few fenced-in areas for dogs to run around in
>A trail runs through the park's grounds, eventually disappearing into more heavily wooded areas at the back of the property
>Fluttershy bristles with excitement
>Unfortunately, you're not the only ones here
>Several cars are parked out front, and you see a young couple playing with their dog out in the fenced-in part of the park
>Still, the trails look pretty quiet
"Are you sure about doing it out here?"
"Maybe we should go somewhere else. My place is available, I suppose. Or--"
>"N-no. I want to do this."
>Fluttershy balls her hands up at her sides
>"Once I g-get my collar on, I'll feel a lot more confident."
"Ah. Of course."
>"And, heh, the p-pet part of me is really, *really* excited to play here~"
>Fluttershy can't keep the trembling out of her voice
>She leads you down the path, her legs slightly wobbling
>Fortunately, the woods are pretty dense, and there's plenty of hills to hide you from view
>About a half a mile into the woods, Fluttershy shows you to a small clearing, where the ground is carpeted with dead leaves and littered with twigs
>Trees circle you, providing a comforting silence and a semblance of privacy
>A row of untrimmed hedges hides this place from the main path
>Nobody will spot the two of you, you're sure, unless they were to come specifically looking for this place
>Fluttershy takes a quick walk around the perimeter of the place; it's about thirty or so feet in diameter, plenty of room
>She stops in the middle, rocking excitedly back and forth on her heels
>Her hands fidget behind her back as she shoots you a bashful glance
>"I, um, think I'm ready to start. If you are..."
>You sigh, taking one last nervous look at the path over your shoulder
"I'm as ready I'm going to be."
>Fluttershy drops her backpack to the ground and roots around inside of it, pulling out the familiar collar and leash
>Just seeing them already produces a bit of a Pavlovian response in you
>Warm anticipation starts to fill your body, and your mouth is getting a little wet
>Fluttershy closes her eyes as she raises the collar to her neck, and both of you suck in your breath as the collar clicks shut around her throat
>"Mmmew~" your pet purrs
>She blissfully wriggles out of her clothes, dropping each article into a pile next to her backpack
>"Mewmewwww..." she coos, delighted, as she drops her panties onto the pile
>Fully nude, your pet drops to her knees, and you spot goosebumps breaking out all along her skin as the fresh air caresses her bare form
>Fluttershy opens her eyes, beaming at you
>Your teeth pinch around your lower lip
>Fluttershy wriggles her butt happily in the air, but stays put
>She's waiting for you to call her over, you realize
"Uh, here! Here, girl!"
>Fluttershy scampers over to you, her hands and knees kicking up leaves and quickly becoming dark with grit
>You drop to one knee, holding out a stump towards her
>Like an overly enthusiastic puppy, she doesn't stop at your feet, but instead barrels right into you
>Fluttershy, as it turns out, is *dense*
>Suddenly, an entire naked girl is on top of you, straddling your stomach and pinning you to the ground
"Gah! Get off me!"
>You try to shove her off, but your pet is all over you
"You crazy little--"
>Fluttershy licks your face
"Bleh! Agh, stop! S-stop!"
>But the rational part of Fluttershy's brain is far away now
>Your pet only hears shouting, and probably thinks you're enjoy this as much as she is
>She runs her tongue over your face against and again, bathing it in her hot, wet spit
>Your stumps wave feebly, unable to cover your face
"I said... stop..."
>This is disgusting!
>You should hate this!
>So why don't you just shove her off?
>Even without hands, you're trained enough to easily toss her off of you
>So why don't you
>You let your mouth open slightly, and Fluttershy's tongue slides over your lips
>A shiver passes over your skin, starting at the back of your neck and ending between your thighs
"Bad... bad girl..."
>You begrudgingly surrender to the weight of Fluttershy's chest mashing against yours, resigning yourself to just endure this
>That is, until you hear a familiar voice coming up the path...
>"...insane! Weirdo. Pervert."
>"If you hate it so much, you can just head back," says a teasing, commanding voice
>That voice, the one who's clearly in charge, belongs to Sunset Shimmer
>Panic floods you, and you nimbly twist out from beneath Fluttershy
>She looks around, confused
>You put a finger to your lips
>The other voice is still vaguely complaining
>"I can't believe I put up with your psycho fetishes," she says
>"Neither can I. We must be pretty desperate, huh?" Sunset says, that same light-hearted, teasing tone in her voice
>"S-shut up! You, maybe. But I used to slay pussy all over CHS! Before that rainbow-haired cunt took my-- ow, hey!"
>"Bad girl. You don't want to get punished again, do you?" Sunset asks
>"N-no," the other girl groans
>"What was that?" Sunset asks
>"No, mistress!" the girl practically shouts
>Fluttershy perks up, her eyes wide with excitement
>She tries to sprint towards the sound of the voices
"No!" you whisper-shout. "Flutters, come back!"
>You lunge after her, but you can't get ahold of her with your stumps, and you only end up slamming your face against her ass and then falling back to the forest floor
>Fluttershy, meanwhile, charges through the bushes
>Right onto the path
>She's yipping like a puppy the whole way
>"Gah!" the unfamiliar voice shouts
>"Who is-- Fluttershy!?" comes Sunset's voice
>There's no way you're getting out of this unscathed, is there?
>You freeze in the middle of the clearing, glancing left and right
>Maybe you could dive into the cover of the trees and just hope nobody will find you?
>No, that's the coward's way out
>And besides, you're pretty sure Fluttershy would come bounding right to your side, like the loyal pet she is
>There really isn't any escape
>So, fuck it
>It's time to flex on Sunset Shimmer
>You walk right out into the path, emerging from the bushes and planting yourself behind Fluttershy
>She's on all fours, waving her bare butt in the air as she growls at Sunset's ankles
>Sunset is standing with some girl you haven't met: a blonde, with windswept hair and an athlete's build
>Both of them are staring in horror at the nude girl mewling at them
>Sunset's eyes immediately lock onto you
>She looks like she's ready to knock your head off your shoulders
>Or, at least, she's ready to try; you're pretty sure it wouldn't end all that well for her
>"You! What did you do to her!?"
>She's already advancing towards you, but you step back, calmly
>Fluttershy, sensing the tension, darts towards you
>"Meeeeeew..." she growls
>She plants herself protectively between your knees
>Sunset looks dumstruck
"Me? She was fine until you got here. What did *you* do to her?"
>"Don't play dumb with me! Fluttershy would never do this... this kind of... degeneracy!"
"Of course. Unlike you, right?"
>You point a stump towards the blonde, who has a suspiciously collar-looking choker around her neck
>"T-that's not what we're talking about! Put her back to normal right now!" Sunset demands. "I swear, if you conned my friend into some sick shit, I'll--"
"You'll do what? Take her away from me?"
>Sunset's face twists into a frown
>"If I have to."
"Good luck. It seems like she's pretty happy with me."
>Fluttershy nuzzles her face against your knee
>Sunset recoils in disgust
>"I swear, Fizzle, Celestia is going to hear about this."
"Cool. Maybe she'll threaten to expel you again."
>"That was one time! And it was only because--"
>Sunset takes a step forward, already rolling up her sleeves for a brawl
>But the blonde girl jumps between the two of you
>"Hey, relax! Look, I'd love to see a quality bitch-fight, but we all *really* don't want park rangers showing up, right?"
>Both you and Sunset look at each other
>"So let's just cool it, okay? I'm sure Fizzlepop--" the blonde starts
>"Whatever. Tempie and her friend here--" she continues
>"Mewmew!" Fluttershy interjects, happily
>"--are just enjoying whatever weirdness they're doing. And unlike us, who are totally normal, they're just weirdos. So let's let them be weird, and just keep walking."
>The blonde starts walking, and waves for Sunset to follow her
>And, if you had just kept your mouth shut, that probably would have been the end of that
>But you just couldn't contain yourself; any opportunity to embarrass Sunset is an opportunity worth taking
"Yeah, keep walking, in this dog park, without an actual dog. That collar looks great on you, by the way."
>Sunset's face lights up with fury
>But her friend, the blonde, straight up lunges towards you, snarling
>You step back, tensing the muscles in your legs and readying yourself to fight
>But you don't have to
>Fluttershy, with a cry of fear, jumps in between you and this crazy bitch
>Both girls collide and roll one-over-the-other into the grass
>Both you and Sunset jolt forward, protectively reaching out to grab for your respective girls
>But both of them are tussling in the dirt now, scrabbling with hands, feet, and teeth to try and force the other to submit
>And... Fluttershy is somehow winning?
>Despite being a soft, effete little waif, Fluttershy actually has Lightning pinned to the ground
>She's straddling Lightning's belly, grinding her bare crotch against the other girl's midsection and keeping Lightning on her back as she nips at Lightning's neck
>Now, in Lightning's position, a normal woman would probably be yelling out "Stop!" or "Help!" or "Get this crazy dog-girl off me!"
>But Lightning isn't doing any of that
>Instead, she's barking and snapping her jaws like a deranged mutt, trying to get her teeth fixed around Fluttershy's throat
>"Arrrrr! Arf arf!"
>You and Sunset temporarily forget your feud and stare at each other
>It's hard to tell who's more embarrassed
>"Look, I'm sorry about her. This is just kinda a game we do, and..."
"Yeah, Flutters isn't normally like this..."
>Lighting wriggles out from beneath Fluttershy and tries to make a run for it, but Fluttershy throws her entire naked self on top of Lightning, tackling her to the ground
>And, to your unending shame, she starts humping Lightning's behind, forcing her into submission
"No, no! Bad Flutters, bad!"
>You run towards the two girls, desperate to break this up before it gets worse