“Rarity, are you absolutely sure that this party is a good idea for me?” Fluttershy whimpered meekly as her fashionista friend insistently tugged her by the hand. The two high schoolers were walking at a brisk pace over a suburban neighborhood sidewalk. The sun having just recently set on the horizon. Even knowing where they were headed, Fluttershy was dressed in her simple white tank top coupled with a pair of shorts that ended just before the knee. She had half hoped her fashion-oriented friend wouldn’t have let set foot near a social gathering in such simple attire. Which would have ideally ended with Rarity throwing her arm in the air with a huff and going home. Alas, that was not the case this time.

“For the last time, yes, Fluttershy,” Rarity replied back with her ever persistent smile. “Naturally, I was a tad skeptical for the both of us when that handsome gentlemen personally hand delivered that invitation to me, but the loose snippets around school I’ve heard around school regarding this soirée had everyone simply raving they had an absolute marvelous time being in attendance. And of course, I couldn’t help but think what a perfect opportunity this get-together would be for you, dear. In my personal never-ending quest to get you out of your shell, that is.” From what Fluttershy could tell, her friend spoke with conviction. Her usual prepared list of attempted excuses had done her little good at deterring Rarity from dragging her along this time. She seemed even more adamant about it than she was in insisting she not wear that polka dotted outfit to school. Fluttershy could have sworn reading that fashion was making a comeback...

“B-b-b-but it’s a party… with people I’ve never met, and loud music, alcohol, a-and probably some other suspicious illegal activities,” Fluttershy mumbled, hanging her head down low allowing a lock of her soft bubblegum pink hair to conceal her face as she meekly hid behind it. “Please, at least tell me there’s going to at least be parental supervision!”

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no, darling,” Rarity continued, still unfazed as ever by Fluttershy’s trepidation. She continued dragging the girl that moved like a dense and heavy Tom. “There won’t be any of that at this particular party, believe me. The only ones invited and allowed in are students from the area. Either Canterlot High or Crystal Prep. Not exactly people whom you’ve never seen before. As for your other concerns, any and all music will be for background purposes only. It’s more of the relaxing, and stress relieving variety. Not the dancing sort. Also, there will be pets… in a manner of speaking. And there’s no need for either of us to socialize in the slightest. Why, I don’t believe you need to utter a single word!” To the fashionista’s keen eye Fluttershy visibly perked up as she listed to each counter point. Her nervousness slowly being replaced with outright curiosity as she brushed her concealing hair back behind her ear.

“No talking? R-really?” Fluttershy stammered at the recent revelation. A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. “And you said something about... pets?” That drew her interest most of all. Her imagination running wild picturing a silent show and banquet for the area’s pet owners. If that was the case why didn’t Rarity tell her to bring her backpack full of furry animals along?

“Hold that thought, dearie,” Rarity beamed as they finally arrived on the front lawn of their destination. A large fenced mansion in a secluded area, far from any neighboring houses. Easily one of the more luxurious structures in the entire area. Fluttershy herself had seen it many times living in the city, and like Rarity had claimed, Fluttershy also noticed a few familiar female faces in a crowd outside. One including Baton Switch, Sunny Flare, Fleur de Lis, Cloudy Kicks, Octavia, and others, to name a few. However, unlike what Rarity had claimed, all of them were happily chatting away as they entered the open gate and bounded up the stairs and into the mansion. Their persons noticeably petless. The shy girl released a dejected sigh. She knew it sounded too interesting to be true. Perhaps Rarity had just told her that to get her to come along willingly.

“Just wait until we’re inside!” Rarity quipped excitedly, as she sprung up the set of stairs. Immediately past the doorway there was a sign and a velvet rope separator. Girls were pointed and directed to the right which seemingly ventured into a separate enclosed room. For some reason there were no boys in the incoming crowd, leaving her to assume they all came in the backdoor. Fluttershy nervously wrung her hands together as they both entered the designated girl’s room, all the while her mind ran rampant in fearful speculation. Some of which would cause even the most paranoid of conspiracy theorists to tell her to calm down and rail it back a bit.

“W-what is all this?” Fluttershy noticing a wide array of curious items stacked on various shelves around the room. “Where are all the cute animals?”

“Well, you see… To put it plainly, darling, we are the animals tonight,” Rarity said turning to face her with a impish grin. The fashionista had strategically chosen to withhold the information until they were inside, hoping that was well past the point of no return for her shy friend. To add a cherry on top to her commitment sundae she reached into her purse, pulling out a handmade black leather collar. Hanging below was a silver diamond-shaped pendant with Rarity’s name written in bright blue sparkling ink. On the side was a plain metal D-ring. Fluttershy was speechless, which Rarity half assumed was merely because she was admiring the perfection her latest handiwork. “I know?! Isn’t it magnificent? I spent hours on this beauty! And don’t worry... I made you one too!” The fashionista squealed, pulling out a similar looking collar from her overly expensive purse. The only difference being this one was had Fluttershy’s name with sparkling pink ink in a butterfly pendant. “Now then… from what I was told, there’s a bit of dress up involved that we should see to quickly so we can both get to the party,” Rarity continued, handing her gift off to her friend. Craning her own head forward she reached behind her neck and fastened her own diamond pet collar around it.

“R-Rarity...I-I,” Fluttershy stuttered, staring wide eyed at her collar that sparkled ever so enticingly in her hand.

“Oh, it’s perfect for you, I know,” Rarity bragged humbly, having held a long hunch neck accessories were on the rise. “Now, I don’t mean to alarm you, Fluttershy, but it hasn’t exactly been a secret, to any of us, that you have some deep held desire to... mix things up be the pet for a change. Always the tender and kind pet caretaker but never the pet to be taken care of. Never to receive reciprocation in the same manner for the love and care you show. Understandable, really. So when I was offered an invitation to this little get-together it seemed simply perfect for indulging your adorable fantasy. What do you think?”

Her cheeks were felt burning for a moment, realizing once more exactly how much her friends, especially Rarity, knew about her. Including her more secretive thoughts she had never told anyone but her animal friends or dreams. She clenched her held collar tighter in her hand. Before she could respond, however, Lavender Lace brushed against her shoulder as she walked by them.

“Oh, hey there, Fluttershy!” Lavender Lace called out to her fellow classmate with a friendly smile. “Kind of surprising to see you here!” She turned to face Rarity next. “I suppose, it’s less surprising seeing you, Rarity. Hope we have fun though!” That string of words seemingly caused the first sign that Rarity was thrown off her game as she arched her brow in confusion. Even to a casual observer at Canterlot High, everyone knew of Fluttershy’s infatuation with animals! She had gotten in trouble for sneaking them in into school in her backpack so many times, the teachers simply gave up punishing her over it! One would think that Lavender’s surprise over them both would be the opposite. Though, she didn’t pursue that line of inquiry any further thinking it might distract Fluttershy who she felt she had on the ropes. The two girls merely issued their classmate a quick friendly greeting before Lavender walked off into a corner, Fluttershy following her with her gaze as she glanced about the room. On the various shelves were an assortment of oddly shaped mittens, thick black blindfolds, and plain collars for those who had not brought their own. With which, many of the other students were happily putting on and receiving help from their friends or any other girls they could find nearby.

Admittedly, it certainly helped noticing just how many other girls were present here. In this room alone there was well over a dozen, and who knew how many were already inside the party. This seeming to suggest her fantasy wasn’t all that strange or uncommon. More importantly, it also meant she wouldn’t be the center of attention as well! The fact that Rarity had gone out of her way to drag her to this party, just for her enjoyment, was a warm thought. Rarity really was a great friend, she would hate to say no after all this. And it seemed playful enough.

“Okay… I’ll try it, Rarity…”

“Splendid!” Rarity beamed, clapping her hands together in glee as her inner self breathed a sigh a relief. “I hoped you would decide to! Now then, let’s get these things on so we can both get out to the party! Truth be told, I’m rather eager to see what it’s like myself.” Rarity hurriedly rushed them both over to the nearest shelf, plucking up one of the black mitts. “Hold out your hands for me now, sweetie. You’ll need some assistance getting these all on.”

Fluttershy complied as the fashionista secured the particular items to her hands. It was like a snug and cozy glove… except unlike a normal glove it had nothing for her fingers and thumb. All her hands could do to fit in the space they had was curl up into a loose fist. The mittens were then fastened securely to her wrists, ensuring they wouldn’t come off easily. And from the looks of her hands in them, she would need some outside help undoing the strap that held them to her wrists.

“W-what exactly are these for?” Fluttershy asked.

“According to the rules I skimmed online, these help sell the illusion, darling. Which makes sense. We girls are the pets here, and pets don’t use fingers. Well… besides pet monkeys, but I assume they don’t count here. To us though, that also means we also aren’t allowed to walk on our two feet. So for the party, we’ll be going about on our hands and knees.”

“R-really?” It certainly seemed like this party was going for some next level immersion. She, for one, could certainly appreciate the commitment to the act. “But what about those?” Fluttershy asked next, gesturing with her mitted hand towards a shelf of blindfolds, remembering she couldn’t exactly point as easily now. “Pets aren’t exactly unable to see. A-and if we are already on our hands and knees, wouldn’t those just make it even harder to move around?”

“Yes, well, those also help sell the illusion of us acting as pets, darling. We aren’t just going to be a wild pack of feral animals haphazardly crawling around the house. We are going to be closely led by a handler. That is the boys’ part to play in this party. Mmmm, and I hear they are rather quite the handsome lot. Thankfully for us, we’re each randomly paired up with one as soon as we leave this room. Our lack of sight from to the blindfolds help enforce our dependence on their guidance. And I’m sure they will have a wide variety of activities for us while we live out our role.”

“B-boys will be playing with us like that?” Fluttershy stammered. Her nervousness rushing back into her like a fresh tidal wave. The path to the mansion’s exit already seeming shorter. Her already limited social skills took a sharp nose dive when boys, and cute ones at that, were involved. Admittedly though, this was actually exactly how she always pictured her little fantasy playing out. If she imagined herself to be some domesticated house pet, she could never picture her owner as a woman for some reason. It always revolved around a man… usually curled up in his lap by the fire as he read. To that point, even with how nervous it made her, this was actually sounding rather fun to her now. But she didn’t really want her friend to know it yet. Lest she be invited to a hundred more of these parties.

“Also, the final rule being, what I alluded to earlier, girls aren’t allowed to talk at all. Well, other simple noises an animal makes that is. Barking, purring, whimpering, moaning. Just no words. I thought you might appreciate that one.”

The timid girl breathed yet another relieved sigh. Rarity really did know her far too well and the fact that she was here, trying it with her, only proved how amazing of a friend she really was. Talking with other students was bad enough, talking to boys was even worse, but talking with cute boys while she was blind and down on all fours seemed like a nightmare. She likely would have ended up squeaking more than Sweetie Belle when she was angry. It felt as though another burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

Looking towards the wall the other girls were exiting, there wasn’t a traditional door that led to the party, rather there was a low pet door, sized just right for a teenage girl to fit through if she was down on all fours. For a mere party like this, they sure went all out taking to the pet aspect. Fluttershy was left wondering if this was an event they held often enough to warrant a special door as she took a deep breath as she moved to stand before it.

“Are you ready, dear?” Rarity asked, holding up a black blindfold in her hands.

“I feel... ready,” Fluttershy said nervously, to which Rarity smiled proudly. She could practically feel her friend coming out of her shell already. Maturing into the expressive and talkative grown woman she knew was hiding away in there somewhere!

“Then hold still while I get this on you…” Rarity walked behind her, fastening the blindfold securely into place over Fluttershy’s eyes, completely obscuring her vision in pitch darkness. It was almost like having her eyes closed. She could faintly perceive the light in the room, but nothing else. Her remaining senses, mainly touch and hearing, would have to take over from here. And, similar to the mitts that were tightly wrapped around her hands, Fluttershy reasoned she also wouldn’t be unable to undo the blindfold herself without help from someone else with unrestricted hands. She then felt Rarity wrap her personally made collar around her neck, tightening the strap to a cozy fit, finally completely her ensemble.

“Remember now! You’re just an animal, like you’ve always wanted to be, so act like one! I’ll be out shortly, right behind you. But don’t wait up if a boy wants to take you elsewhere,” Rarity said, to which Fluttershy nodded.

All Fluttershy perceived next from her friend was her hands. Gently easing her down to her knees, then falling forward until she caught herself on her hands. Remembering her last bit of vision, she knew the pet door flap was right in front of her. So, hesitantly, she crawled forward until she felt the flap press into her head. She pushed through it until she felt it sliding over her backside.

Just as the flap swung clear of her feet, she felt a firm hand plant itself atop her head, causing her to stop and innocently glance upwards as if she could see them. Slowly reaching down to her neck, the hand brushed up against a few strands of her hanging pink hair. Shortly after a soft *click* was heard as the mysterious figure attached a leash to the collar she wore around her neck. Fluttershy swallowed a lump in her throat. With that one sound it felt as though she was putting herself entirely in the hands of her newly met handler.

“Fluttershy… hmm?” A young husky male voice spoke, having read the tag hanging from the front of her collar. From the sound of which, it wasn’t anyone Fluttershy recognized. At least, she didn’t think she knew them. Perhaps it was a student from Crystal Prep Academy she had never met?

His hand came up again, this time tenderly planting itself on her head, this time petting her ever so lovingly. It was a simple back and forth motion, but she quickly learned why the animals at the shelter loved it so much when she did it to them. A warm fuzzy feeling radiated through her core, coupled with a sudden sense of belonging as if she could simply feel her handlers mutual hopefulness that their time together would be interesting. Fluttershy would have wagged her tail if she had one. By the time he stopped, she was already taking a liking to her assigned handler.

A rosy red blush crossed Fluttershy’s smiling features as she felt the leash softly tug her forward. “Come along now, girl.” She coyly complied, ready to begin whatever events the night had in store for her as she started to crawl forward, making room for the next pet who ventured out of the changing room. The pet door flaps could already be heard moving from behind her as another classmate of hers crawled out and eagerly awaited a handler’s leash in her collar.

It took her a few slow strides, but Fluttershy soon discovered that crawling came rather naturally to her. Her hands and knees worked in tandem to move herself across the lush, soft carpet of the mansion. Softer than the floor of almost any typical house, coincidentally making it perfect for what all the girls were doing. Though as she moved a new fear slowly crept its way into Fluttershy’s mind. The constant nagging worry that she might hit something, or even someone, with all her crawling. It felt silly, but the thought was still there. Yet, her handler slowly helped put her fears at ease over time as he skillfully led her through the spacious living room. Stopping and pausing, moving to match pace with the sound of his feet, Fluttershy keenly adapted her senses to feel even the slightest tug on her leash as an indication of where her handler wanted her to go. Much like a pony being lead by their reins. Her fears slowly dwindling down over time without so much of an incident. As strange and unfamiliar as it felt, it didn’t appear to awaken the usual part of her that caused her to cower in horror. In fact, she couldn’t even hear her own heartbeat for a change.

She still used her ears to the best of her ability. An assortment of voices were speaking around them in many different directions. As expected, none of them belonged to any girls. Even so, she wasn’t able to concentrate on any one of the conversations to hear exactly what they were saying. It was probably for the best she focus on herself for now.

Her handler lead her for a few minutes, until she felt the leash tug back at her collar, signaling for her to stop. The light leaking through her blindfold suggested there was a TV nearby, on but muted. “Up. Up!” He urged her. Fluttershy turned to face forward as she felt in front of her with her pawed hands and arms. The leathery, cushiony surface felt what seemed like a wide couch. She found the top and obediently hopped up onto it, her leash immediately going slack after.

Fluttershy sat tentatively on her hands and knees, waiting. That was until she felt her handler’s hand softly make contact with her body once again. This time stroking her backside. It felt different now. A quiver shot through her spine like electricity, causing her back to involuntarily arch as she accepted the strong presence running up and down her in a loving display. It was incredible how something as simple as a touch from the one in control of her caused her to react. Perhaps she was far more interested in playing a pet than she initially suspected.

As quickly as it had come though, it was gone again. Instead, her handler’s two hands had roamed down to her feet. Though, they weren’t petting her this time, rather, they were fumbling around. A light whimper escaped Fluttershy’s lips as she felt her shoes being carefully untied and tugged from her feet, one by one. Her socks were peeled off next, leaving her feet bare to the room. Did she make a mistake? Were socks and shoes not allowed on the pets? Her handler quickly planted his hand on her hair, as if sensing her worry and petting her to try to put her fears to rest. And doing an incredibly job at that. A simple petting session from him feeling as though it would be more effective as a stress reliever than a trip to the spa Rarity enjoyed so much. Fluttershy uttered no words. Just like the well-behaved pet she was aiming for… even though that part came easy for her.

“Sit, girl,” he said next in an authoritative voice, Fluttershy promptly sitting up on the couch as her rump found itself on her heels. “Now stay…” That was all he gave her as the presence left her with her socks and shoes in tow, the pet Fluttershy left alone for a brief moment.

She waited, and waited, and waited. Idly, in her head, she wondered what Rarity was doing and what exactly her own male handler had in mind for her to keep her entertained. Seeing as duration wasn’t at the top of questions she had pestered Rarity with, she didn’t know how long this event was scheduled to go for, but so far, she had her paws crossed hoping it to last!

Her thoughts were suddenly yanked back to reality, interrupted as she felt something prod into her arm from her side. It was a nose, not from her handler, but belonging to another pet! It curiously sniffed at the air around her before drawing back. Fluttershy had barely enough time as it was to turn to face them before she was tackled by another girl. The second body pushing her back down against the couch as the other girl held herself over her. Gasping in shock, Fluttershy’s cheeks burned as her heart raced a mile a minute. The surprisingly playful pet teenager was wagging her hips madly as she towered over the feeble Fluttershy. Whoever this bubbly teenage girl was, she suddenly decided to attack her with a series of kisses akin to that of a lively energetic dog. She was likewise blind, so the surprisingly affectionate kisses landed all over her face and even her chest area.

From that alone, she could partly relax, sensing there was no hostility in her actions. Still, not knowing how to properly react in moments like this, Fluttershy tentatively, and blindly reached out with her mitted hands, stroking where she guessed her fellow female pet’s side to be in a half-hearted innocent attempt to calm, or at least, steady, her kisser. But... something was off… Even through the mitts what she felt was… smooth. She had thought there would be a shirt or top in the way. Some sort of material that would catch her mitt as she ran it up the girl’s body. But from her hips up to her shoulder, all she felt was ...skin? Perhaps it was just her imagination. Her train of thought was distracted once more as, through her blindfold, she saw what seemed like a bright flash of light, coming from her side. It lasted for less than a second before it was gone.

“Whoooaaa, down, girl! Down!” Another male voice then spoke out now in a warning tone. This one was different; Fluttershy could have sworn she heard before but couldn’t place a face on. The affectionate onslaught quickly came to an end, replaced by rapid panting, her tongue hanging loose as the girl turned her head to face the direction of her handler’s voice. “You sure seem to have a lot of energy in you today,” he chuckled, clicking his leash back into his pet’s collar. “Let’s see what we can do about that…” Fluttershy felt some hair bouncing up and down on her face as the girl madly nodded her head. The depressions in the couch around her felt fading as the panting girl hopped off and was led away by her handler on her leash. It was a strange overwhelming feeling to Fluttershy knowing that she she had just been kissed by a girl whom she couldn’t see. It could have been anyone from school...! To think she had once thought she was the only one with some deeply held desire to pretend to be an animal. As it turned out, not only were there others, they also committed themselves to the role far better than she thought she ever could! It wasn’t a bad feeling, not in the slightest, it actually felt relieving. Even better than relieving, in a way. Fluttershy actually felt rather... warm, as if the bubbly pet’s affectionate behavior had rubbed off on her.

“Having some fun with the others?” Fluttershy’s ears perked up as she heard her own handler speaking out to her again. Another reserved blush encroached on her face at the sound of his voice, and she didn’t know why. She quickly sprung back up into the sitting position like her handler had ordered her to hold in an act so quick, she could feel her breasts bounce slightly against her bra. Another bounce was felt to her side as the handler plopped down onto the cushion beside her. “You’re probably hungry, so I brought you some food from the pantry. Heh, don’t want my girl to go around starving after all!”

Actually, taking note of herself, Fluttershy did feel rather famished. She must have not noticed given how fast things were happening recently. Thankfully, her handler was looking out for her. It was a simple gesture, but one that left Fluttershy rather taken by her handler’s caring nature. She felt his grip on her side, tugging her over so that she lay on her side, her head and shoulder resting on his wide spread legs, facing up. “Open wide now,” he said playfully as Fluttershy deduced her handler fully intended to feed her himself, given the current state of her eyes and hands. She spread her lips open wide as her handler lowered a treat in from directly above. What touched her tongue felt like a bone shaped cookie he had dropped into her mouth. “Goooood girl,” he said as she closed her mouth and chewed at the tasty snack. The simple phrase he uttered to her causing her body to quiver as her face burned a brighter red. She was likewise relieved to taste real food in her mouth even though, given how immersive things seemed here, she half expected to be fed actual pet food.

He continued to pet her side with his free hand as she chewed her food. It felt as though he was willing to take his time, never in a hurry. Always waiting patiently until he saw that she had swallowed, before offering the next bone dropped between her lips. Though the strokes he was petting her with felt slightly different than before… As his hand traveled down her side, the tips of his fingers brushed up against the soft underside of her bra-clad breast. Even through the garment, her soft orbs of flesh wobbled tantalizingly on her chest, giving a telling impression of just how supple they were to any onlooking eyes. His curious hand continued to venture ever further down the dip that were her curvaceous hips forming the hourglass figure she proudly bore before running across the bubbly rump hiding behind her shorts. None of it was found to bother Fluttershy in the slightest though. Like a true actor dedicated to their role, her mind had completely accepted that she was his pet and he was her handler. No… not so much her handler, but her master. And as her master, he could play with her as he pleased.

She could hear the other party goers nearby a bit better now. Some feminine voices she heard were not speaking words, but rather noises. What could have been Fleur Dis Lee was mewling softly like young kitten, pawing as her master’s ankles as if hungry for her cream. Elsewhere to her side, Cloudy Kicks, or so she thought, held herself as high as she could on her knees, barking a few *ruffs* and panting heavily as she begged for a treat that only her master could give her.

It gave her reassurance knowing that the other girls sounded as though were enjoying themselves as much as she was and that she was not alone in the act. All while she accepted another bone shaped cookie that was lowered into her mouth with a dazzling smile. She may have just been a pet here, but next to her master she felt pampered like a princess. Never had she been in such close contact with a man before, especially not for such an extended period of time. But all previous long-held apprehension that existed concerning boys had faded away with him. All of it slowly being replaced by a new feeling of a hot and heavy sensation of closeness.

Her master’s hand was growing more bold as Fluttershy was fed without so much as a look of protest. His hand gently sliding over her breasts once more, this time squeezing her bosom ever so softly through her top and bra. Fluttershy only saw it fit to respond with a light quiver as small shocks of curious pleasure radiated through her. Neither did she think to complain as he plucked the hem of her tank top up, tugging it upwards slightly so her midriff was exposed in a suggestive display. Her lack of objection being promptly rewarded as she experienced another wave of pleasure, her master now making contact with skin, caressing her side and belly with tender loving care. Each time placed his hand on her it felt like something new and each time it felt like a wave of warm fuzziness radiated through her very core. In the moment, she felt rather selfish, feeling as though she was getting much more out of the relationship than he was. But, despite this, her master selflessly seemed bothered by this one single bit.

She could practically hear her master’s smile as she snacked away. It delighted her to no end that her master was enjoying his time with her. Though a few of her subconscious desires were running amok in her mind, to the point it was being slightly hard to focus. Everything was so new and sudden. She found her thighs had been involuntarily grinding against each other as if her body were acting with a will of its own.

The bones had all been devoured, Fluttershy smiling contently upwards after she swallowed the last one down after chewing. Only then, did she feel the back of her master’s hand pressed against her forehead.

“You seem to be a bit red in the face, girl. I’d hate for you to be coming down with something…” The visible portion of Fluttershy’s own face matched the worry in the master’s tone, the girl instinctively jumping back up to her hands and knees as he rose up from the couch. Her biggest fear being they might believe herself to be ill and boot her from the remainder of the party. A familiar tugging was felt as he grabbed her leash again and directed her off the couch. “Let’s get you somewhere so I can see what’s up.”

Fluttershy nodded her head as she hopped down off the couch. She crawled after her master, eager to clear her name. Both of them moving with an extra touch of speed in their strides this time. It was true she felt rather worked up but she felt fine, better than fine actually. It was a new sensation she was experiencing, one she only described as feeling alive. Unlike old Fluttershy, she wasn’t associating the new with being bad. In fact, she rather enjoyed the rush of this new sensation. It was almost certainly due to her master, and a part of her body and mind were embracing it.

Her master tugged on her leash, stopping his blind pet just before she crawled into the staircase. All feelings aside, a staircase itself proved a daunting challenge to crawl up, mainly while blind. Fortunately, her master had a better idea.

“Down on your back, girl…” Fluttershy complied, her body moving as if on autopilot at the sound of her master, subconsciously obedient to his voice. All of a sudden she let out a meep as her body was picked up and hoisted in the man’s arms. It becoming quickly apparent that her master was strong. He lifted her entire weight with such ease as if she were no more than a sack of potatoes. One arm wrapped around her back, the other, around the back of her knees. She took a moment to react, upon which she nuzzled her head into his shoulder as he carried them both up the steps for the second story on the mansion.

Sitting her back down at the top, he gave his pet a moment to flip back over onto her fours, giving her head a quick pet before pulling her leash forward again. Through the hallway she was led, stopping briefly at several points. From her right side, and through a doorway, she could hear the sound distinct feminine cooing. Girls whom Fluttershy could only suspect were currently on the receiving end of a very vigorous tummy rub. Before she could ponder it further though, her master issued her another order.

“In here,” he said, holding a door open as Fluttershy obediently crawled inside. The moment she was clear, the door was closed shut. A small click crossed Fluttershy’s ears indicating he had locked it. Another click was heard as the boy reached behind her neck to unhook his leash from her collar. “Up,” he added after a few more feet of crawling. Fluttershy felt the plush covers of a bed and hurriedly made her way onto it. Much more room than the couch. She even crawled a circle as she made herself cozy, smiling to herself as she rested herself on the comfy sheets. This bed felt so much nicer than her own! Another bright flash of light was seen through her blindfold.

“You still seem rather hot,” her ever so caring master spoke warmly after a moment, placing the back of his hand on her forehead once more. “And your face still is rather red too. But don’t worry, girl, that’s rather normal around here. So, I think I know the problem...” He said, sounding as though he spoke that part with a smile. Fluttershy bounded up so she sat on her heels, panting excitedly to match the tone of her unseen handler. “Lay on your back and stretch your arms out over your head.” Fluttershy was genuinely eager to comply with her orders, laying down and holding her mitted hands out like she was one long stick.

To her side she could hear her master’s breathing increase in pace to match her own, as if they were linked. It was then she felt a grasp at the base of her tank top and a tug that pulled it steadily upwards. Her initial thought was of him to be lifting her shirt and exposing her tummy for her own rub down, but he didn’t stop his upward tug there. In fact, Fluttershy didn’t even fully realize what was happening before her top had cleared her arms and was cleanly removed from her lithe body completely.

Fluttershy didn’t have time to think before she tensed up. Familiar anxieties rushing back to her in an instant as she panicked. Her reflexes instinctively attempted to grab her tank top back, only to grasp at air with her paws, realizing that her master had taken it from her reach. It could have gone anywhere, and without her sight, it wasn’t likely she was getting it back! The air suddenly felt a good deal cooler as her upper body was revealed to the room’s air. Granted, she still wore a lacy white bra, but that did little to ease the surprise of the sudden removal.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… easy girl,” her master spoke reassuringly, stroking her now bare back in a comforting manner. It was uncanny. Despite Fluttershy’s best efforts, her master’s words were having an amazing effect soothing her worries. The toe-curling yet simple skin on skin contact doing wonders at cutting through years freak outs like a thousand times more effective than intensive therapy. Her willingness to obey to her master’s instructions showing as her body quickly ceased its shaking and it relaxed into her master’s calming hand. “There’s a good girl,” he said with another smile.

There it was again... That magical phrase... Each time he spoke it to her it was like a heavenly chorus singing in Fluttershy’s ears. The blind pet gave her unseen handler a warm smile with her angelic features, wishing once more she had a tail to wag at him.

“See? That wasn’t so hard! Now let’s get the rest of these pesky clothes off you…” He wasn’t done with her yet, but it was different this time with her master’s love. It felt different, and that was all it took to bring out a new Fluttershy. She didn’t object this time as she lay submissively on her back, her body acting to obey her master’s instructions. Her master’s hands were soon felt fumbling with her shorts, unclipping the button and grasping at the waist. He waited for a moment there, glancing up to see if she would so choose to protest once again, but this time only saw her approving yet innocent smile. Though she couldn’t see him, he returned it with a smile of his own before tugging her shorts down and off her legs, leaving his pet clad in nothing more than her matching set of white laced underwear. He left again, placing the next garment out of his pet’s reach. After a moment, another bright flash of light was seen through Fluttershy’s blindfold. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could tell her master was enjoying this from the sound of his hasty movement alone. And Fluttershy’s hazy mind couldn’t help but work to mirror her owner’s enthusiasm.

“Hop on down for me, girl,” he beamed next as Fluttershy rolled up and bounded off the bed. “Now, doesn’t that feel better?” Admittedly, with her outer layers removed, she did feel a more unobtrusive range of motion with her crawling. Her broad hips were even easier to see bouncing and swaying tantalizingly as she crawled about the room. And, on top of all that, it just felt more… natural for her. Even if this meant she was left with a face half covered in a distracting pink blush. Her master was then heard plopping himself down as he sat off the edge of the bed, patting his lap with her hands. Fluttershy hurriedly crawled to the sound, coming to a rest between his spread legs.

“Sit.” Fluttershy fell back to sit on her heels, mitts resting on her now bare thighs as she sat up straight in front of her owner. “Such a good little pet,” he spoke, cradling her chin in his hand. “I could tell you were one to belong here the moment I set my eyes on you.” It was evidence enough looking at that meticulously designed and custom made collar she wore. This was obviously a girl seeking to go all out and commit herself fully to the act. “But… you need your training like the others.” Fluttershy whimpered weakly. Even though things were coming surprisingly natural to her, it was that obvious to her master this was her first time doing this?

“Arch your back forward. Take a deep breath and hold it in.” Fluttershy complied without a second thought, eager to prove to him, and even to herself, that she had what it took to be a pet. “Now… whatever you do, don’t flinch…” Fluttershy nodded as she held herself stone still. Rather difficult given what happened next.

Having a blindfold on, limiting her sight for so long, aided in sharpening her senses. She could feel and even hear her master reaching behind her back with both of his warm hands, fingers fumbling with the metal clasps of her bra that clung so firmly to her chest. The hooks separating in his grasp and, after what felt like an eternity, drifting apart. Her master following up by brushing the straps from her shoulder as the garment grew slack. Perverted gravity taking over as her bra fell with her breasts. Their colossal size and weight quickly becoming even more apparent as they were liberated from their confinement. The large pendulous globes of pillowy soft supple flesh, free of even the tiniest sign of sag or flatness, bounced and swayed free across her in defiance of gravity itself as they finally came out into the open. A erotic display of her natural form that could have easily given a weaker man a fatal heart attack.

But as her breasts hung free and heavy, Fluttershy felt a resurgence of her introverted side. She couldn’t see her master’s reaction. Was he unimpressed? Disappointed? Bored? Angry?! At that moment, as her busty tits were exposed to the first man ever, a weaker part of her being told her to retreat. To drop this entire act, escape back to the safety of her room, and bar herself there until the end of time. Or at least until everyone from her generation had passed away.

Her master pulled her bra off her arms, the straps leaving her tensed arms. “Incredible… you’re beautiful… absolutely stunning,” her master spoke breathlessly. For the first time that night, it almost sounded as if he had dropped the entire pet owner act and was simply speaking honestly from the heart. Speaking compliments during the time the timid girl was most vulnerable. It was the one thing she needed to hear most. “Also, you can breathe now, girl,” he said with a lighthearted chuckle, which Fluttershy was more than eager to comply with realizing she hadn’t been sucking in air this entire time. Breathing as though she had been held underwater, the rapid expansion and contraction of her chest only working to showcase her swaying tits to the man in front of her. They eventually came to a calm before her master’s hands, both coming in to gently palm her great, heavy breasts.

A man… her master, was not only looking at, but touching a private part of her body! Squeezing them, massaging them, groping them, getting a feel of their immense weight and heft. With her sight gone, the world was reduced to the feeling of his fingers sinking into her large, soft globes. There was plenty of squirming and panting on her part as her master continued to play with her chest. Sure, like any girl her age, she had played around with her own breasts before. Yet, coming from him, it felt different. Different but better! The bond she felt towards him only served to skyrocket the feeling of teasing from her unseen lover. His finger traced circles around her rosy areola, gifting her perky nipples with the occasional flick. A lustful moan snuck through and escaped through Fluttershy’s lips, wordlessly conveying to her master just how sensitive she was there. Hinting as if, with his help, she could cum merely from playing with her tits alone.

As all good things had to eventually come to an end, her master eventually broke his contact with her chest. Fluttershy’s deep panting and moaning dying down to be replaced with a needy whine. A plea for more. Yet, she couldn’t stop herself from being happy. “On your back now, girl,” he ordered, likewise enjoying himself but itching to move on. Fluttershy found her back resting on the carpet before her mind could even fully comprehend the words. Just what she needed to get over him stopping. She knew what was coming next, they both did.

Two separate grasps were felt on her matching white laced panties, her master seemingly taking great pleasure now watching her quiver as he drew it out. At a snail’s pace, he gently pulled them from her slender legs the she held them up in the air. This was the next big step, and Fluttershy’s arms couldn’t help but shoot to cover her embarrassed face as she was slowly stripped of her final article of clothing. She couldn’t read his thoughts, but she knew he noticed just how wet she was down there. Her panties were soaked, almost to the point of dripping. A small trail of her arousal connected the garment to her glistening, smooth-shaven womanhood as it left her, tugged down and clean off her legs.

This was it. As soon as the last stitch left her, a wave of satisfying relief washed over her. She was completely and utterly naked like a proper pet! The entirety of her figure was on display. Every curve and every inch of smooth, soft skin. Locked in a bedroom with her fully clothed master who seemed all too set on making her happy. Her clothes were gone. Vanished without a trace thanks to her master. Where to? She hadn’t the faintest idea. Even if she wanted to get dressed, it was unlikely she could find them again unless he wanted her to. It was comforting in a way, knowing the temptation was out of the picture. A choice had been made for her, and was she happy to obediently follow along. As if it were the way things should have been. After all, pets weren’t the ones that wore clothes!

“Good girl!” Her master spoke in his proudest tone yet. Fluttershy squealing with a mixture of playfulness and arousal under his loving touch as he rubbed her belly, drifting teasingly close to her nethers. It was becoming widely apparent now just how much rein he had over her body. But there was always another level to push. She knew it was ironic, given her mitts, blindfold, and collar, but for the first time in her life she felt truly free and unrestrained.

A hand retreated from her belly, shortly afterwards a series of additional bright flashes of light were seen through her blindfold. A soft click. That small sound was all it took for Fluttershy to finally deduce out what the flashes were. It was the flash of a camera! Her master had been taking pictures of her! As typical of any pet owners ever with access to the internet.

Fluttershy was taken by her master’s continued absolute interest in her. Pets had a tendency to be photographed far more than most humans, and Fluttershy felt she should be no exception to that rule. Her arms had been covering her chest in the moment, they were quickly moved out of the way as another flash went off, capturing her impressive bust on film in an erotic yet innocent display. She didn’t resist either as she felt her master spread her legs open. A single finger of his resting on her sex was all it took to send her folds quivering with needy desire. Another flash of light. Fluttershy left purring the entire time, her master finding it a mesmerizing sight to behold.

“Face away. Back on your hands and knees, girl,” her master spoke, his shaking voice conveying his own anticipation now. The now frisky Fluttershy sprung over and pushed herself up to her knees, turning away from him without so much as a second thought. Wiggling her rump as one handful of her soft, round, and perky ass was grabbed, spreading her open as another click was heard, capturing her needy lower holes in yet another picture. Fluttershy’s body was shaking as she held the pose, all while her master got up from the bed. A flash from her left indicated he had captured a profile shot of her, solidifying forever on film just how far her two massive mammaries drooped downward to the carpet without the assistance of that pesky bra.

“Sit, girl. And face towards me.” Fluttershy immediately did so. Every command she obeyed from her master now sending quivers of pleasure up her spine. The back of his fingers were felt caressing her face, which the red faced Fluttershy eagerly nuzzled back. The sound of a zipper coming undone carried over the air shortly after. The fingers caressing her face now pulling her up as Fluttershy scooted forward on her sat heels.

She was almost at the tip of the bed when she felt it. Not her master’s hand, or his leg… not his first two at least. A long overwhelming warm rod of meat pressed itself into her check. The heat of which far surpassing Fluttershy’s own face. She found that her jaw had lowered before she could even process what to do with it! Come to think of it, she couldn’t do much with her hands in the mitts, it had to be her mouth! That was, until her master issued her a dreaded command.

“Stay…” he warned testingly to his pet. Fluttershy froze solid as she stopped all movement, admittedly, she stopped all the movement she could. She closed her mouth, pursing her lips as her body was left quivering in more need than ever known. For the first time of the night, Fluttershy sincerely wished she wasn’t wearing the blindfold! She wanted lay her eyes on her owner’s hunking cock like she would die without it! She couldn’t help how her body felt. The desire to suck it was so bad it hurt!

“Stay…!” Her master repeated to reinforce his command. Fluttershy did her utmost best to do so. She felt the tip of his cock move against her face. Sliding up against her cheek as it passed over her lips. Her heart skipping beats as she hoped to the very Gods above that he would choose to push it in her mouth, but the only sound her master heard was a soft moan. To her utter dismay, it simply slid over to press against her other cheek. The burning rod of flesh warming her cheek allowing Fluttershy a gifted and stronger smell of her master’s musk. It invaded her senses, causing her to go even more wild as if her very brain was melting. It was becoming harder to stay sane, but Fluttershy surely knew her master wasn’t a cruel one. He was doing this for her benefit. Her training, perhaps! Her place was right here besides his cock, obediently fulfilling his every desire with her! Her master then drew his cock to rest a mere inch in front of her lips. Then, he spoke the two words in the entire world that Fluttershy so desperately wanted to hear.

“Now suck.”

With the speed of a striking cobra Fluttershy opened her mouth wide and dove in before her master could even finish uttering the last syllable. The throbbing shaft sliding with ease over her plump lips and tongue. She had never done, or even dreamed of doing something so incredibly lewd with a man’s naughty part, but now it felt completely natural. Instinct alone was all she needed to drive her as she hollowed out her cheeks and bobbed her head. Her mitted hands braced themselves against the end of the bed as she worked her tongue alongside the underside of her lover’s stiff length.

“Keep going, girl, you’re doing amazing…” Her master’s hands were both felt on the back of her head, against her long flowing pink hair, encouraging her rapidly bobbing head. After a time they left, knowing that she needed no outside encouragement to perform her assigned task. Instead, he simply opted to lean back and enjoy the sensation of his new pet taking his cock down her throat with more vigor in a woman than previously thought possible. She might have been new at blowjobs, but her eagerness could not be understated.

Inch after inch of rigid cock shot in and out of her lips. The mushroom-tipped head beating the back of her throat before reversing direction and sliding out against an energetic tongue. Another flash was seen as Fluttershy worshipped God between her lover’s two legs. The exhilarating lust filling her thoughts as it drove her on. Never before had she felt so alive, so feral, just like the animal she was. She gave into her primal urges, her pussy with tingling with excitement, but she devoted all her attention to drooling over the cock in her mouth as she gulped down inch after inch. Curling her toes as she felt both enormous tits bounce and sway erratically on her chest with her movements.

Her master was getting close, the madly throbbing and pulsing shaft lodged against all sides of mouth was clue enough of that. It would only be a matter of moments now before she was gifted with her treat. The culmination of all her obedience. Her positive reinforcement. She was running tired, even so, she redoubled her efforts in a desperate attempt to get her master to cum directly down her throat!

“Stop!”

… Stop?! The order came out of absolute nowhere. Fluttershy couldn’t trust her ears. She didn’t want to believe it. Had he simply misspoke? For the first time, she considered disobeying her master and sucking him off anyway like she wanted. Her master seemingly noticed that as he planted his two hands firmly on her head before forcibly prying the girl’s lips off his cock with a wet pop. Tiny shimmering strands connecting the tip to her lips lingered for a moment, before they snapped. Fluttershy desperately flicking her tongue at the head, as if she believed the smallest touch of hers would be the final straw in getting the man off. When that failed, she was left restless and pouting. Disheartened by the prize that had been meanly yanked from her like a carrot on a stick.

As the cock was removed from her presence the lust clouding her thoughts dispersed slightly as Fluttershy came to terms with what she had done. Wait… had she just really just disobeyed her master?! How could she have done like that? It was a simple order! A single word! She couldn’t believe herself. An awful pet… that is what she was. She hung her head dejectedly, knowing she didn’t deserve such a kind loving master.

“A bit too eager,” her master was heard chuckling, despite his pet’s disobedience. “But I’ll let it slide for your first day. That is what we’re here for, after all.” Fluttershy’s perked up at her master’s words, her expression one of hopefulness. Could she really add forgiving to the list of traits for the world’s most perfect man?

The springs were heard clanking as her master rose from the edge of the bed, walking off as he fetched something unseen elsewhere in the room. Fluttershy waited on her heels as she held still, eager to prove to her owner she was still an obedient pet willing to regain his favor.

The rapid stroking of flesh was faintly heard from the corner of the room, followed by a long pleasurable grunt coming from her master. Fluttershy was deathly curious, but remained still facing away from him. The sound of a zipper rezipping was heard so after.

“Turn around, girl. It’s time for your treat…” he said. The intrigued Fluttershy complied, turning to face away from the bed. Something was placed on the carpet in front of her. Her master then pulling her mitted hand over to touch it.

It was... a plastic dog bowl! From the feel of which, felt like it had a good amount of liquid sloshing around in it. A smile slowly crept over Fluttershy’s face as her nose picked up exactly it was. “Now be a good little girl and drink up all of it. I’ll even give you your reward if you do,” her wonderful master said with a grin. That only sweetened the pot that already needed no encouragement.

Her head went down, her ass went up, and her tongue shot out, lapping up the milky white cum that pooled in the dog bowl. There was just so much of it, Fluttershy had to wonder where her master stored it all! Her breasts and nipples were left mashing against the carpet below, driving her that extra bit wild as they brushed against her sensitive tips. It was difficult splitting her mouth’s time between moaning and licking up her master’s cum. The seed itself was the most delicious thing that had ever blessed her tongue. Like a thick heavenly cream that caused her own taste buds to cry out in joy. One lick would have been all it took to addict her to the substance, and she was thoroughly hooked.

Her master was felt lovingly patting her head as his pet so eagerly drank her treat. He withdrew, taking yet another picture of the teenager from the side. Then he promptly traveled behind her. Fluttershy still held her ass high in the air, moving it ever so slightly as she continued to lap away. Holding an open palm near it, he could even feel the heat radiating off her nethers. He smirked to himself noticing that his pet was nearly done licking up his liquid love he had shot in the bowl. Now was as good of time as any to start giving the girl her just reward.

Fluttershy suddenly tensed up as she felt a finger part and slowly slide into her pussy. “Focus, girl. I want to see that bowl completely clean,” her master spoke, groping and rubbing her ass as in warning her that any disobedience would result in a spanking and rescinding of her reward. His pet didn’t need to be told twice as she promptly resumed lapping at the cum in her dog bowl, all while resisting the heavenly pleasure coming from her womanhood that felt as though it threatened her very sanity. Her master was thrusting two fingers inside her folds now, allowing his thumb to tease her clit as he read her body’s tantalizing reactions. A grin crossed his face, knowing some of the more disobedient girls would have done this themselves at any time, had it not been for the mitts. Among other things, they at least made it harder to masturbate.

Fluttershy hurried to lick up the last bit of cum as her master’s fingering increased in pace. His digits stretching her out a little, only for his hand being involuntary bucked by his lively pet. The tension was rapidly building inside her. She was on the edge, so close, so very close and he could tell by the way she pushed her hips outwards alone. Her tongue licking madly over the dog bowl, blindly searching for the last droplets of her lover’s rich seed. Her tongue found it as the bowl was finally licked dry. A blissful sense of satisfaction passed over her as the cum washed over her taste buds and was eagerly swallowed down to join the rest in her stomach. It was then, and only then, her master finally allowed her to climax.

His fingers and thumb went to town on his dear pet, thrusting inside her and grinding against her love button. Her moans cut out in shock as she felt the last barrier tremble before the invading fingers, then finally yield to their energetic pleasure. The combined tension inside her burst, and she came, harder than she’d ever cum before. Her body spasming with a grand explosion of pleasure, her silky walls hungrily clamping down tight on his digits. Her back arched as her orgasm rippled through her body like an electric shock. Every cell in her body felt as though it was radiating pleasure. Fluttershy’s concealed eyes rolled into the back of her head as the ecstasy radiated through her very core. A feral cry of pleasure escaped her lips, so loud her proud master reckoned the rest of the house could hear it.

The ride of a lifetime soon began to taper down as Fluttershy descended from the pinnacle of pleasure, her master withdrawing his honey-coated fingers from her trembling snatch. The wonderful sensation of their lewd act forever ingraining itself on the girl’s psyche as she collapsed over like an unbalanced structure. Her bare body left sweating, panting, and glistening with sweat as it bathed in it’s well deserved afterglow.

Her master grinned at the girl laying sprawled out on her side, her very consciousness threatened by the most overwhelming orgasm in her young life. An ideal reward that served as the perfect positive reinforcement she needed for her training. Another flash of the camera topped of the proof of the act. Fluttershy’s mind still left reeling from the pure unadulterated ecstasy that had just washed over her body. She had always suspected being the pet for a change would be fun, but never, in a wildest dreams, did she imagine that it felt that... good! Her mind had long since decided itself. She would obey her wonderfully perfect master for all time as long as it led to more of... that!

And like any good relationship between a pet and their owner it appeared as though the strong connection between the two of them was mutual. Her master leaning over to softly pet her side, patiently waiting for her to recover.

“I think we will be keeping you. We are going to be having a good deal of fun together from here on out,” he spoke warmly. “Might even be allowed to take off the blindfold soon.” This pinged Fluttershy’s interest yet again. Though she was fully committed to playing her role as his pet, the prospect of seeing her master and, especially, the mouth-watering piece of meat between his legs intrigued her to no end. Not to mention she was also quite curious to see what the other pet girls were doing in the mansion.

Seemingly having had enough time for her body to recover, she rose up to her knees. She stumbled slightly, still in a mild haze, before dropping back as she sat on her heels. Despite everything she had just done, she still held a heart-melting look of innocence with a smile beaming warmly at him through her afterglow, knowing that was all he needed as an answer.

“Heh, come on. Now that you’re finally calmed down we can get you dressed again,” he said next. Even though all his petting felt that much more magical when it touched her skin, moreso, her naughty areas, she knew it was never going to last forever. Her once radiating smile dimmed somewhat as her master fetched her things he had put aside. With a bit of hassle and a touch of amusing difficulty, her man managed, with effort, to dress her back into her underwear. With her bra and panties back on, Fluttershy sat still, waiting for the rest. Then, a familiar click was heard as the leash was reattached to her collar. “Now then, what do you say we head back out? I have another special friend I want you to meet. I think you’re really going to like her...” It seemed as though her underwear was all she was getting back from her master... Was this the norm for pets here? Regardless, she trusted him, and didn’t dare try to second guess his order.

The lock on the door was switched as he opened it. Fluttershy now happily panting as she crawled out of the room wearing much, much less than what she crawled in with. Elsewhere in her thoughts, she was actually quite curious to learn what Rarity had gotten herself into. Mostly if she managed to find herself a master as good as her own. Not to mention she was still quite eager to see what else was in store for her in this mansion.

On another note, she would have to make sure to get Pinkie Pie and throw the world’s best surprise thank you party for Rarity! Seeing as this entire thing was all thanks to her brilliant idea for her! Once more, she was ever so glad that her friend knew her so well.

‘I’m so sorry, Fluttershy!...’ Rarity fretted in her thoughts elsewhere in the mansion. ‘Heaven knows I didn’t take it too well, but the poor dear must be troubled to wit’s end once she figured out what exactly this... perverted party entails! Below her blindfold the fashionista wore a cherry red colored ball gag, locked securely in place over her lips; her punishment for speaking. Her fashionable skirt had been lifted upwards, her lacy black panties had been yanked to her knees, leaving the stylist’s rear end quite bare.

Unlike what Rarity had initially thought, the event wasn’t so much a party seeing as it was more so considered tryouts for... living here! A session scheduled to last well over a single evening for the any and all kinky school girls interested in such a prospect.

‘I’m so so sorry, dear! It’s all my fault! I should have read the fine print closer on what this gathering was really all about! I shouldn’t have been in such a rush! I’ll make sure and get Pinkie Pie and throw the world’s most apologetic apology party for you. And I’ll apologize profusely to you in person as soon as this thing is over! Whenever that is...’

A flat palm came raining down, planting itself square on Rarity’s bare ass in a firm spank the reverberated throughout the entire room. Her back arched, Rarity squealing wildly, like an animal herself, into her gag as yet another red hand shaped print was added to her bubbly rump. A thick stream of her free-flowing womanly arousal drifting downwards and over the leg of her handler whose lap she lay across.

‘Hopefully it’s never…’