Fluttershy and the other members hurried to the main living room of Menagerie for the Evil mansion meeting. All of the available couches and chairs in the immediate area had been gathered and arranged in an inwards facing circle near the center of the room. Understandably, the members of the mansion were all gathered on them, with girls seated next to or below their masters in a close-knit group. Even more understandable, the closeness in the group arrangement suddenly ended as soon as it came to where Rising Star was seated. Everyone in the mansion elected to give the star stud his own couch to sit on while they gave a wide berth.

Despite everything else that was transpiring at the moment, Fluttershy still felt rather badly for her lonely master and hurried to sit beside him. The other girls in the mansion eyeing her uneasily as she did as if she were tempting the sleeping dragon merely by doing so. They breathed a collective sigh of relief upon seeing him do nothing. Sonata bounded down the stairs with a worried look on her face. She quickly spotted her two friends on their own couch and hurried to sit with them. For the others, the entire process repeated again.

There was already a weird enough vibe going on in the living room without Rising adding to it. Never before in the history of Menagerie were all female members present with all of their clothes on. It was uncanny to say the least. Completely unnatural as if they had all stepped into some twisted parallel universe. But the situation at hand was weird enough to warrant it.

“Alright! Everyone listen up! Sound off for the Zombie Apocalypse Protocol!” Evil announced as all members now accounted for and present. She gave a quick scan of the room to ensure all eyes were on her. “Are all the strays locked away safely inside the basement?”

“Strays? Is that what we’re calling them?” Indigo Wreath commented. “I mean… yeah we put them all in the cages for now. Looks like there’s just over two dozen of them in total from our two respective schools. At least… that’s all of them we could find on the grounds before taking off. I sure hope we got them all.”

“And the status of the front gates?” Evil went on without pause.

“Gate’s locked and secured as soon as the last car made it through. The street was empty when they pulled in so I doubt they were followed. The cars are hidden in the garage, so it’ll hopefully look like no one is home.”

“What about the front door?”

“Already locked, bolted and… barricaded? I don’t know, that last one seems a bit excessive…”

“Windows?”

“Closed, curtains drawn, and covered. No one from the street is going to see anyone inside.”

“Food supply?”

“Oh, me now? I mean… I just took stock. There’s about a year’s worth of dehydrated, canned food, and water stored away. Maybe more. Not to mention our normal food supply seeing as we did just hit the grocery store. Plenty enough for us and our new ‘stray’ friends. Y-you really weren’t kidding when you said you prepared for ZAP, Evil.”

“That’s because I didn’t ever intend for my family to become part of the living undead horde that will eventually overtake and consume this world. You can thank me later,” she proclaimed proudly, plopping herself down into Brawly’s lap. The young CHS male wasting no time wrapping his arms around her waist. His pet deserved a special reward for all that work later. “I also have protocol for earthquakes, floods, foreign invasions, alien invasions, and what to do if and when the stuff from that ‘Purge’ movie becomes a reality. But now that the matter of our immediate safety is addressed, we can move on to the more pressing matters.”

“The Zombie Apocalypse Protocol and all of these lockdown precautions just because some girls at our schools had their minds turned into animals? Isn’t this all a bit excessive?”

“The ZAP isn’t just for our changed classmates, but it’s also for the pandemic going around,” Evil replied sternly.

“The pandemic is the least of our concerns at the moment though. We should really just focus on addressing the elephant in the room…” Juniper Montage spoke.

“Wait-wait… did one of the new girls get assigned as an elephant pet by her master?” Lightning Blue interjected, clutching Baton Switch to his side tightly. “Come on, guys, that’s just mean!”

“No not that! I mean I think we all know who here possesses the power to do this to our classmates. We all know who that individual person or persons are… Whomever they should be…” All eyes in the room turned towards Fluttershy and Sonata. Or rather… not them, but the male whose sides they were currently pressing against. It was obvious to all Juniper didn’t want to point out Rising Star by name while basking in his presence.

Fluttershy briefly recalled Rising mentioning all of the things he had to do to pull off his ‘Sex God’ facade out in public. Things like working out his upper body, standing up straight with his chest puffed out, remaining cool and collected at all times, and wearing black opaque shades that hid his fearful eyes from being seen.

“Rising…” Fleur asked nervously, her voice trembling despite her being the bravest of the bunch… “d-did you-did you do this to our classmates with your powers?” Was Sonata and Fluttershy not enough to sate his urges? Of course they weren’t. Maybe this was all part of Rising’s master plan! To have the mansion lock themselves up tight with him inside. Then, over the course of the cumming nights he would pick them off with Bitch-Tamer, one orgy at a time until all holes in the mansion were pumped full of his unnaturally thick cum!

“I will not confirm or deny any rumors on my abilities…” Rising spoke with thunderous authority, maintaining a level head as he somehow stared everyone in the room down at the same time. The room was agasp as Fluttershy practically swooned by her master’s overwhelming confidence, hugging his arm tighter. Sonata, however, resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead smiled as she saw the humor in the situation. “But,” Rising suddenly added, “I will say I had no part to play in what happened to our colleagues downstairs.”

“Well… that’s a relief at least,” Cloudy Kicks wheezed thankfully.

“What else do we have to go on then? Did anyone notice anything off at school before this happened?” Lighthoof asked the room.

“I did notice some strange girl on campus before class started,” Coco Pommel spoke. “Not in our school uniform. I don’t know… she could have just been a new student.”

“The cafeteria was planning on serving pizza today… so, that’s pretty unusual too.”

“Well I didn’t notice anything other than Roseluck dropping down to her hands and knees and tried to get as close as she could to the nearest guy to her!”

Suddenly, Cloudy Kick’s phone went off, the teenager quickly shooting her hand to the device to check the screen. “Oh finally some good fucking news!”

“What is it?” Shimmy Shake asked, checking the alert on her own phone. “Oh thank god!” she cried.

“Yes!” Royal Pin announced.

“Perfect!”

“Thank god! Thank fucking god!!!”

“Finally things are starting to look up!”

“This makes everything so much better…” Sunny Flare said, wiping a tear from her eye as she pocketed her phone.

“I left my phone upstairs. What is it?” Sonata asked.

“School has been cancelled for the foreseeable future,” Sunny Flare replied.

“YESSSSS!” Sonata squealed in joy, bouncing up and down in her seat.

“The governor is urging everyone quarantine at home for the ZAP,” she went on.

“You mean coronavirus?”

“It’s possible. There could always be some corona zombies out in the streets. Either way we are staying indoors!”

“Good thing too, we won’t have to worry about the authorities again as well. We got lucky and managed to slip this by,” Cloudy Kicks noted.

Evil wasn’t entirely celebratory though. “It buys us some time, but if we are safe from the zombie pandemic in the meantime we need to look into fixing whatever is wrong with our classmates! That’s why we brought them all here!”

“Right… coincidentally we have more experience dealing with human pets and strange magic than anyone else in the city,” Curly Winds said. “If anyone can fix them it ought to be us!”

“This will take some time to figure out. But, it looks like we have plenty of that,” Evil went on. “Cloudy and Juniper, you two are with me in the kitchen to get food ready for us and our new weird guests. A few of the guys should do an extra sweep outside to ensure this place is locked down and no one can get into the property. Lighthoof and Shimmy, wipe down all surfaces in the house with those disinfectant wipes. We all likely don’t have the virus but being extra clean never hurts.”

“Roger that!” the two sister chimed in unison.

“Everyone else disperse and think up ideas of what we could do to fix this whole thing by lunchtime! And girls!” Evil added just as the entire group was getting up from their seats. “Don’t forget to practice the opposite of social distancing. Stay within six feet of your masters at all times unless otherwise ordered!”

The trio of Fluttershy, Sonata, and Rising Star quickly hurried up to their shared bedroom, the siren making sure to lock and secure the door as soon as they were inside. Not a second later did her master in question fall atop his bed.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!! That was so nerve-wracking!” Rising exclaimed frantically as he clawed at his hair. “It’s so stressful. Everyday. Every single freaking day I go out to hide the truth, I’m just digging myself deeper into the lie. I-I think my hair’s going to go white! I keep my secret but what point is it if I age myself into an early death!?”

Oh no. Red alert! Master in distress! Master in distress!

Fluttershy and Sonata both exchanged knowing nods with each other. The two girls needed no training to do what came instinctively to them.

Rising’s nervous rant was promptly interrupted as he felt Fluttershy softly slide into his lap, nuzzling her face to his chest. Sonata was behind him, propping him up so she could massage his shoulders with enough love and care to make any man swoon.

“T-thanks, girls,” Rising sighed as his heart rate slowed. “You really are the best.” At least, his mind could start to drift off to the myriad of other things that was on it before the events of this morning.

“And that was a pretty convincing performance too!” Sonata beamed.

Fluttershy wrapped her arms around the fretting high schooler, calming him until the shaking stopped and Rising offered a mere sigh of resignation. It was true, pretending to be a living, breathing Sex God at all time was incredibly stressful to his wellbeing, more so after joining Menagerie and living with the same people who seemed to be into the idea of such a being. However... having Fluttershy as a friend, pet, and lover was the exact opposite of stress-inducing. As it was now, his mental state was in a weird constant balance of stressful flux, going further up, yes, and yet... it also went further down than it ever had before. It was a weird yin yang type mix that tired him out.

“Do you want to get some rest, master?” Fluttershy asked timidly. Rising blinked in surprise, seeing how his pet had just picked up exactly what he was in the mood for with practically unnerving ease. Maybe it was just a lucky guess…

“Ummmm y-yeah, actually,” Rising answered. “I didn’t really get that much sleep last night. A lot on the mind. Wasn’t really looking forward to going to class this morning with how tired I was.”

“That’s no problem! We have plenty of time for sleep now!” Sonata said, pushing down on Rising’s chest as he attempted to get up off the bed. “No no. Stay down, master, and relax. Fluttershy and I can take care of everything.”

Rising wordlessly nodded as his two new best friends crawled off the bed and gifted him to yet another taste of how boys were treated in this mansion. His two feet were attended to as both pets neatly unlaced and pulled off his shoes, setting them neatly by the door for later use. Rising’s eyes then shot open wide as two arms slid below his back and legs, hoisting his entire body off the bed as if he weighed no more than a sack of flour.

“W-whoa!!” Rising exclaimed in a sudden shock.

“Oh don’t get so worked up, master,” Sonata giggled as she held him aloft without the slightest bit of effort. All while Fluttershy peeled open the bedsheets. “Get your heart racing and it’ll be harder to get some sleep.”

“Okay……” Rising breathed, casting a glance from Fluttershy to Sonata as he was gently set back down onto the unfurled bed. Apparently no one in the room was going to acknowledge that one of his pets was freakishly strong, despite having absolutely no visible signs of muscle mass on her body.

Sonata worked off his belt next, and to his surprise, stopped there, both girls seeming complete with their task. “I think that should be everything,” Fluttershy beamed with a satisfied smile.

“One last thing! Do you want us to join you?” Sonata shot in.

“Really? S-sure.”

With that peace in mind, she more than happily accepted her place beside Rising, cuddled up against his side with her chest pressed into her arms. Sonata too, merely drew the sheets over to cover them all before assuming the same position on her master’s other side. Silently the lazy trio snuggled up into each other as they prepared for a blissful rest.

‘You know… I figured being locked in a pet cage like this could be a bit claustrophobic… but it’s actually kind of cozy in here. I have a roof over my head, a *disturbingly* cozy pad below, plenty of legroom, and some pillows behind me. All it needs now are some blankets, a bit of covering to keep the wind and cold out, plus throw in some books and voila! You have something I would gladly take over a tent the next time I’m out camping!’

Sunset had long since discovered she couldn’t make out the slightest sound from the “Evil Mansion Meeting” taking place upstairs, so for the time being she simply resigned herself to wait and observe. On the bright side, her fellow animal-stricken peers had taken to their captivity with open minds. Not even saddened in the slightest as they were locked in containers designed to house lowly animals. In fact, they actually seemed happier in them.

It was all Sunset could do but watch and take mental notes for how to best act in order to keep her cover as one of them. There certainly was something fishy going on in this mansion… and Sunset had a sneaking suspicion that no one would come clean if she came out as normal-minded.

“You see, TWILIGHT!” Sunset exclaimed to her neighboring cage with just the slightest hint of I-told-you-so attitude. All of which was lost on the science geek on her side currently curled upon into an adorable ball while mewling softly. “This is exactly why we don’t ask each other what’s going on so directly! You have to be willing to snoop around a little to get the answers you want! This is what being a girl is all about!” Sunset said from within her cage.

“Meow?” Twilight purred.

“Exactly…” Sunset glared, shooting her gaze back to the basement door. Suddenly, it opened. Sunset instantly shut up.

“So what are we doing with all these strays again?” Heath was heard saying as he and Brawly trotted down the stairs. Sunset tried her best not to stare at them directly as her ears perked up.

“I figure we shouldn’t keep them all locked up in here for the time being, even if they’ve lost their state of mind,” Brawly replied, walking over to the first cage and unlocking it. “Should at least let them out to stretch their legs in the living room. We’ll just look like we adopted an entire animal shelter for a while.”

“Well… yeah… I guess” Heath shrugged as he unlocked Lavender Lace’s cage. The teenage schoolgirl with a mind of an animal happily crawled out. “But with all of our classmates like this upstairs what if we want to… you know…?” He made a hole with his thumb and finger in one hand before rapidly stabbing said hole with a finger on the other hand. A sight unseen by Sunset.

“It does change things for now, but I suppose if you want to do... anything with your girl just go into your room for some privacy,” Brawly replied, unlocking another cage.

‘Do anything with your girl? What the heck does that mean?’ Sunset pondered as Brawly approached her cage next. It seemed like she would get her chance to snoop around yet.

The context of the situation aside, it was actually kind of exciting. Like a mystery to solve while she was undercover. She just wished she didn’t look so ridiculous down on her hands and knees like this. The dapper undercover agents were so much cooler in the movies.

“Come on, girl, upstairs you go,” Brawly issued to Sunset to urge her onwards. Even going so far as to plant a small tap on her behind.

“Aaaa!” Sunset yelped out of pure instinct.

“That was a weird animal noise…” Brawly muttered suspiciously as he watched Sunset embarrassingly scamper away and up the stairs at double the pace before shrugging to himself. It was probably nothing.

“It’s nice they are listening to our commands but man… this is just so weird!” Heath commented as they both watched what could only be described as a pack of mindless schoolgirls crawl about on their hands and knees around them.

“Why? We have girls crawling around here all the time,” Brawly replied. “Or wait… did you mean girls crawling around while fully clothed?”

“Yeah. What did you think I meant?”

Fluttershy didn’t know how long she lay curled in that bed with Rising and Sonata. She couldn’t sleep, but to her it didn’t matter. She lay still with her eyes closed to keep the act, if only to not disturb Rising’s rest. She would have stayed in this cozy bed for an entire year if things stayed as they were now.

With her female classmates losing their minds, becoming animals in mind, seemingly at random, and this strange virus that was going around, not to mention the thought of zombies fresh on her mind for some reason... Fluttershy realized she felt something now she did not believe she would be feeling for a long time.

Safe.

She was safe in this mansion, secured and locked down from the dangerous outside world. She was safe with her new family here, with enough supplies to last them all for months. Safe with people who just happened to be the best suited people to fix the unique problem at hand with her friends. But most of all, she felt safe in this bed, curled up against the single most important man her world seemed to revolve around now.

Still, being left there, wide awake, gave Fluttershy plenty of time to think to herself concerning her exact relationship with Rising.

‘What am I to him? I was assigned to him as his pet… What if he’s only doing all of this because he feels like he has to?! M-maybe I should be doing more to keep him interested in me. But what do I want from him?’ Fluttershy thought deeply as she pondered the ideal dream situation she and Rising would share. ‘I don’t want us to have a relationship like the one Sunset had with Flash Sentry. I want it to be something different… like we are supposed to have here!’

From her close grip on his arm, if he was awake Rising could have felt Fluttershy’s heartbeat, or more specifically, her heartbeat beginning to race as the girl’s mind began to wander into lewd territory. Something that seldom ever happened in Fluttershy’s entire life prior to this mansion.

‘It’s still all a haze, but I know t-that’s how he liked me last night. That’s how I liked myself last night too! Not a teenage high school student… but just as an animal. I never thought I would be able to make it through my first time. As a pet, with him… it all just felt so blissful...’

The images were flooding through her mind in mass now. Rising standing tall above her, his hand firmly gripped on a leash attached to her collar below. A collar that was the only thing on her. Always naked. It was silly for animals to wear clothes, why would she be any different?

It felt surreal to her that she felt so okay with him not just touching her, but having full access to pet her all over, with no spot on her body being off limits… She could practically feel him doing so now… gently reaching between her thighs for a special sort of pet for being so well behaved.

“Bestie?” Sonata was heard softly asking, kneeling off the side of the bed while nudging her body through the satin sheets with her cheek. “Are you still up?”

It seemed as though Fluttershy had been so lost in her thoughts that she had completely missed Sonata drifting out of bed.

“Y-yeah, I’m still up…” Fluttershy whispered softly.

“Master is asleep now, so we can talk if we are quiet… and if you want. I-I have some things on my mind…” she said, with a hint of worry in her voice.

“O-oh, okay sure,” Fluttershy replied. It seemed as though she wasn’t the only one doing a lot of thinking lately! Carefully, she slipped out from under the bed sheets, silently so as to not wake the dozing Rising Star. Sonata watched closely as the sheets slipped off her friend’s half-naked form before crawling over to the other side of the room to talk quietly. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well it’s about the girls at your school…” Sonata replied, biting her lip.

“You’re worried about them too?”

“Yeah… I have to wonder… why are they all the same height?” Sonata asked bluntly. “I mean, I can’t be the only person who noticed it when I was there! There is no height difference between anyone. Zero. Zip. Nadda. It was like totes the strangest thing there by far, a-and your school had magic in it!”

“Oh… I-I thought you were more worried about all of the girls who have been turned into ‘strays’. Or this strange virus going around.”

“I’m sure both of those things will fix themselves,” Sonata scoffed while quite carefree. “But personally, if you ask me, these mask things are loooooooooong overdue for us.”

“Why is that?” Fluttershy asked.

“Think about it. When you go to the beach, what parts of our bodies do we have to cover up? Our boobs, our butts, and our pussy cats. What do all of those spots have in common? They are all the main places guys love to stick their dicks! Obviously there’s just something in fashion saying we have to cover up those dick-magnet spots in public, but our mouths were left off the list the first time around.”

“Ummm, that wasn’t my first guess…”

“Anyway, what’s on your mind, bestie? If you’re worried about your classmates, don’t be! We can take perfect care of them! In fact, they are probably safer here than anywhere else!”

“Psssssh, you don’t know the half of it,” A girl’s voice from outside was suddenly heard, causing both pet girls to turn their heads. “Now… I’m not hearing any sounds of distressed moaning in there so I’m guessing it’s safe to talk?”

“You mean, Rising Star? Oh yeah, he’s asleep,” Sonata answered to the female’s voice. “He… had a lot on his mind.”

“Asleep? Ooh… that’s how you girls have been surviving with him. Alright, good. Can you two come outside?”

“I-”

“Without making a joke over my choice of words, Sonata…” the voice said.

“Hmph,” Sonata grumbled indignantly and Fluttershy giggled, the both of them crawling outside via the pet door. Even asleep, this girl still sounded afraid of Rising, which was understandable given what she likely believed about him.

Who was she though? She certainly wasn't a CHS student. Fluttershy noted this strange girl she had seen around the mansion. Like theirs, the clothing she had been wearing during the Evil meeting had not lasted long, seen in bearing only a set of crimson red bra and matching thong. An underwear set that went well with her hair that was otherwise red barring two different streaking shades of purple and a distinctive pair of glasses. She reminded her of Twilight. A lot like Twilight.

“I need to see you in my room, it’s important,” she said directly to Fluttershy. “You should come too, Sonata. I wager you are both probably itching for reasons to avoid that star stud in your room for as long as you can. Just don’t tell him it was me when he wakes up.”

“Ummmm… okay...” Fluttershy stammered timidly before holding her tongue, instead opting to silently crawl after the girl with Sonata in tow.

“Man… it feels so naughty with my mouth just exposed like this, bestie,” the half-naked siren shuddered with a shiver racing down her spine. “Where any guy can see it…”

“Huh? Is Rising Star gagging you, Snuggles? Don’t tell me you’ve been getting on his nerves!” the girl replied. “Wait… that’s actually pretty smart of you…” she added after a moment of deeper thought. “Encouraging Rising to keep yourself gagged would at least safeguard yourself from choking on his Bitch Tamer.”

“Wait, what?” Sonata replied cluelessly.

It wasn’t a far crawl, around the corner and down the hall. Fluttershy didn’t mind the practice, especially after being told by Sonata she needed to spend more time on her hands and knees. All of the other bedroom doors they passed were closed. The girls in this mansion may not have valued their personal privacy, but that didn’t mean the men felt the same.

However, upon entering this new girl’s room, Fluttershy instantly noticed it held a stark difference to the one she and Sonata shared with Rising. Strewn about everywhere there were books open and shut, research tables, graphs, and notes, diagrams of DNA structures and medical equipment, all with personalized notes scribbled everywhere on them. The sound of various beeping and mechanical whirling was also heard from various machinery.

“My own master is out cooking up some food for lunch, so we should have some time to ourselves,” she said.

“W-what was all of this?” Fluttershy asked, marveling at the scientific array of technical and expensive looking doodads.

“My life’s work!” the girl beamed, assuming a proper pet sitting position on the floor while arching her chest out proudly.

“Don’t oversell it…” Sonata moaned with a roll of her eyes.

*Ahem* “Thank you for that, Snuggles,” she said, clearing her throat and pushing up her glasses before turning her full attention to Fluttershy. “I suppose introductions are in order. The name is Moondancer, it’s nice to finally formally meet you, Fluttershy.”

“Awwww is that your pet name?!” Fluttershy gushed with a heartwarming smile, nuzzling her hair to her neck. “It’s so cute!”

“W-wha? N-no! Moondancer is my actual name!” she stammered.

“Oh…” Fluttershy replied staring at the floor, ever so ashamed. “S-sorry.”

“Her pet name is actually Titty Biscuit,” Sonata giggled.

“But most people who aren’t my master just call me Moondancer. Only Evil insists on everyone calling her by her pet name. Even at school. Anyways… I’m a senior member here of Menagerie, one of its founding members in fact. But don’t worry, we don’t pull rank here. All of us girls are equal after you pass your initiation.”

“Well, okay. What’s this important thing you wanted to talk about?” Fluttershy asked, her tone conveying she was desperate to make up for her previous blunder.

“It’s this… I think I know what’s going on with the stray petified girls in our basement. Well.. I don't know exactly what caused it, or how to fix it just yet, but I believe it’s related to my research.”

Sonata, ever the skeptic, visibly doubted.

“What is your re-” Fluttershy started.

“I’m glad you asked!” Moondancer interjected happily.

“Here we go…”

“First off, you should know, Menagerie isn’t just an exclusive club started for everyone with the same kink to gather and have fun with it… otherwise Fleur would have joined the anal fixation club and also been seen having troubles walking at school. Oh no… this home is all about the art of domestication. All made possible from a single thing: the submissive gene.”

“Submissive gene? What is that?”

“A phrase I coined myself. It’s a recessive trait, usually from the mother’s side. Something I believe is written into the genetic code of every girl in this mansion. No different than the DNA that dictates our hair color or skin tone. It’s the very reason why we love being dressed and treated as pets by men!”

“I-ummmm, r-really?” Fluttershy asked.

“When it comes to submission in nature v nurture, it’s definitely nature. L-look… Fluttershy, you were a virgin until just recently, right? You said it yourself. You’ve never had sex, I heard you never watched porn, and we all know the abysmal lack of information given in our sex ed classes, and yet… you still had sex. It all came naturally to you, right?”

“Fluttershy is just a natural!” Sonata scoffed.

“The virgin who took on the fabled Rising Star and lived with an intact mind. Everyone in the mansion is gushing about it. I think her skills go a little beyond being a simple natural. Fluttershy!”

“Y-yes?” she answered.

“Do you or your master happen to have any recordings of your romps? Anything at all would be invaluable to my research!”

“Ummm, no, not that I know of at least.” Fluttershy remembered that neither of them had even been expecting to have sex that night after Rising’s truth came out. It all just sorta… happened. Like they were a perfect match. Besides, even if she did have a recording, she couldn’t share it in fear of her master’s secret getting out. Not to mention it would be awfully embarrassing to her.

“Shame… I would have loved to see that…” Moondancer said, apprehensively biting her lip while eagerly rubbing her thighs together. Fluttershy couldn’t quite tell how much of her interest was based on scientific curiosity or perverted lust. I was likely Moondancer herself couldn't tell either. “You see, I’ve spent the last few years studying submission and everything about. How it affects our bodies, how it causes us to react, and how women fall into the submissive spectrum. I'm a bit of a trail blazer in the field. Scientific research when it comes to potentially 'lewd' matters such as this are grossly underdeveloped and unexplored,” she went on crawling over and dramatically pulling down a nearby graph. “You see… not all women could be classified as submissive, and even among submissive women, there are varying degrees of absolute submissivity.”

“Pretty sure that isn’t even a word…” Sonata commented, only to be ignored by Moondancer as she went on with her speech.

“See here?” she said, pointing to the graph where a cute smiling picture of herself was seen. “On the left side of the spectrum we submissives are usually placed here. In the middle… here… are women with no submissive desires present in them. Boring, right? I know. And on the right side of the spectrum it gets even worse,” Moondancer explained, pointing to a picture of an old mature blonde woman with ugly blonde hair and a horrible case of resting bitch face. “These women developed the exact opposite of submissiveness in them in a trait I can only dub as: the Karen.” A visible shiver traveled up the spines of both Sonata and Moondancer as she said that ugly word. “Karens are our natural enemies. Unlike us submissives which my research indicates are well-mannered, obedient, attractive, considerate, and greatly desired among men… Karens are, well, the exact opposite of all that. Those poor unfortunate souls…” she shook her head with sorrow. “But that’s one of the reasons I’m doing what I do! With enough funding I was hoping I could kick-start the production, or at least process, of a vaccine that could potentially stop all Karen-like characteristics, or ‘karenteristics’ as I like to call them, heh heh, from ever developing inside a young girl, greatly improving the lives of every single human on this planet!! But… I would need to finish and publish my research to peer reviewed studies before I could apply for major grants like that, so here we are.”

Fluttershy actually did understand a good deal of what Moondancer was saying. From what she had seen of Crystal Prep’s ex-principal during the Friendship Games, Principal Cinch sounded exactly like she would be classified as one of those… ‘Karen’ things. Certainly not a woman who she would want to be alone in a room with. Thankfully Crystal Prep had upgraded to Cadance as their principal, who likely fell much more left on this submissive spectrum, the school itself seeming that much better because of that.

“Anyways, that is why I was so excited to see someone like Rising Star invited to stay here. A man whose very presence seems to just ooze dominance over us submissives.” Moondancer gave an excited little squeal as she bounced on her knees. “Such a trait is likely the closest thing in the world we have to mind-control. So that’s why you and I, Fluttershy, are going to be spending a lot of time together. Obviously I can’t sleep with him because I need my sanity for my research. I mean, come on. He’s a guy who can do a push up with nothing but an erection. But I don’t have to sleep with him because you have, Fluttershy! You too, Sonata! You both can dish everything there is to know about the legend himself and his mating ritual! This is exactly what I need to kickstart my research to fruition!”

“Ummmm….” Fluttershy and Sonata both deadpanned, exchanging nervous glances with each other as Moondancer bounced her excited panty-clad butt while she reached into a nearby bin and pulled out an empty notepad and pen. She held said pen and stared at the two of them expectantly with a wide open smile.

“Well… you see…” Fluttershy muttered, pushing her two index fingers together.

“Heheh… uhhh…” Sonata added.

“I don’t… hmmm.”

“Maybe he…. No… nevermind…”

“Uh huh! I see! I see!” Moondancer rapidly jotted down her notes.

Subjects appear to be displaying difficulty recalling the exact circumstances of their coetus with Rising Star. Perhaps the sheer unadulterated pleasure from such an experience shorted out their ability to make long-term memories at the moment of penetration. Understandable. Likely why so few first-hand experiences of Rising’s exploits have surfaced.

“L-look, Moondancer, are you sure your research is actually a thing?” Sonata stuttered in a desperate attempt to change the subject. “Honestly, I don’t think it’s science. You were struck with a case of the hornies and were just looking for an excuse to get a D in your life… besides the one in your name or the two on your chest.”

“Again, Sonata? Haven’t we been over this?” Moondancer scowled at her. “My research into submission is real. I can prove it too,” she said, crawling over to a low stationed TV monitor, positioned aptly for a person sitting on their knees. She quickly scanned through a collection of nearby tapes, before selecting one and inserting it into the VHS player. The relic from the bygone era whirling to life as it became to play the recording. Fluttershy and Sonata both staring at the TV with curiosity as Moondancer crawled to the side before proudly crossing her arms over her chest.

The video focused into view on screen. Moondancer was seen leaning forward into what could have only been assumed to be a tripod before walking backwards in what appeared to be a bedroom. Her old bedroom. She was much more concealed in the recording as well, wearing what would only be described as a ‘fugly’ black sweater atop her Crystal Prep school uniform.

“H-hi. Hello. This is… day one of my practical experiment,” Moondancer spoke directly to the camera with visible nervousness and apprehension. “I’ve sequenced my own genetic code over a dozen times… and there can be no mistake now. I believe the submissive gene is embedded in my DNA. Although, I’m, uhhh… I’m obviously a bit nervous about the implications of that, if my previous research is correct. S-so… I’ve decided, just like Barry Marshall who infected himself with an ulcer due to the fact he himself was the only human he could ethically test and prove his hypothesis on, so will I put myself out there and test upon myself in the name of scientific discovery…”

Another figure entered on screen, a male, though his face was noticeably blurred out to be unrecognizable.

“To see if my hypothesis is correct, I will willingly subject myself to a situation that I should, by all means and rights, as a woman, find utterly repulsive… I-If the submissive gene is truly present inside me, then…” she bit her lip. “This is my partner for this experiment. Full disclosure, I have just met him today for the sole purpose of this experiment and only this experiment. He attends a different school than I do, Canterlot High, and he was suggested to me by a girl at my school. Therefore I have no prior relationship with him, or any guy for that matter, especially not one that would warrant any sort of romantic or intimate contact. Yet… I have agreed to give him full permission to subject me to any of his ‘male desires’ for approximately one minute so I may measure and benchmark my reactions. As of this recording, my parents are out of town on vacation, giving us ample time to perform these tests. Also, he has agreed to take this as far as he likes until a point I voice my desire to stop, right?” The blurry face nodded in agreement. “Good… now then, if you are ready, we may begin...” Moondancer spoke putting on a brave face but flinching nervously as the man approached her, a rosy red blush crossing her cheeks. She stuck with it nevertheless, knowing her work was at stake. He was otherwise silent for the film, wanting to keep his identity secret for now.

“That’s just my current master, Heath,” Moondancer explained to Fluttershy’s side. “He goes to your school, I believe. This was actually how we met.”

“S-subject is walking up to m-me,” Moondancer narrated as clearly as she could in the recording. “Knowing only the general idea of his intentions for me… I feel anxious, a tad skittish, and slightly tense. M-my heart is beating as if I ran a mile…”

Heath pulled what now appeared to be a familiar object to Fluttershy and Sonata. “Oh? The s-subject has decided to equip me with a black blindfold,” she said, as he walked behind her and placed it over her eyes. “M-my vision is gone, b-but that should be fine seeing how our session is being recorded for future viewings and prosperity. I actually feel a tad more at ease, having been rendered effectively blind.”

“Oh my god…” Moondancer let slip in a slight moment of unprofessionalism. “H-he’s going for my top…” She shuddered, feeling Heath’s strong hands holding her hip still before grasping at the hem of her fugly sweater and hastily yanked it upward. Moondancer didn’t find herself resisting, allowing her arms to raise in the air as it was lifted off her and thrown to the side. “We just met… and he’s already clawing at my clothes the moment he was allowed to! P-perhaps this behavior itself warrants further looking into!” she noted as Heath tore at her skirt which soon fell to the floor, forgotten. Was this really what guys would do to her if they were given a free pass to?

Even pixelated, the girls could see the wide grin on Heath’s face as he yeeted Moondancer onto the nearby bed where she landed and bounced face down. “Oof! Oh m-my…. Aren’t you taking this a little too fast?” Moondancer stuttered, her nervousness seemed to get the better of her as she felt her assailant making a move for her panties. Heath didn’t answer with words but rather kept a firm hand on her back to keep her down as she started to protest harder while he forcefully tugged down her soaked underwear with difficulty.

SLAP

The sound of Heath’s hand clapping into Moondancer's bare bubbly booty was heard echoing through the room. And it worked, bringing Moondancer’s resistance crumbling to nothing as she lay still, perhaps in a stunned silence, allowing Heath the ease he so desired as he tugged his prey’s panties clean off her bare legs.

Moondancer had lost the presence of mind to speak now as her behavior seemed to have suddenly shifted to that of a mewling animal. Caught by a predator and at his complete mercy, it was all she could do now but to softly whimper in submission. A behavior that was all too dazzling to her future self upon viewing this groundbreaking recording. It wasn’t something easily understood by those who didn’t share the same biological urge to submission, heck she herself would have doubted it prior to this experiment. But one had to be subjected in the moment to fully wrap their head around it.

Heath softly rubbed the sore spot on her ass where he had spanked, as if apologetical to his prey for his necessary actions. Moondancer seemed to understand, not resisting as Heath’s hands made this way up her back next and began to undo the straps of her bra. Flipping her back over, he was able to pull it free from her chest, letting her two twin mounds bounce free as Moondancer was left rendered completely and utterly naked in front of a boy for the first time in her life.

A full minute had passed by and Heath showed no interest in stopping nor Moondancer any interest in voicing a complaint, even as Heath hungrily mauled at her now bare tits with lustful giddiness, reducing her plump mounds to little more than his playthings. Her legs locked together instinctively as her body writhed and reacted to the new-found pleasure coursing through only for Heath to grip both of her knees before roughly yanking them apart and going to town on her pussy with his oddly skilled fingers.

Moondancer was moaning uncontrollably in wanton lust, no longer concerned with properly documenting this scientific experiment turned porno. Her vocal moans however came to an abrupt halt as a plastic ball gag was placed between her lips and locked into place behind her head.

If she could have spoken then, she would have voiced her confusion as to why her test subject had such an object on him. Did he come prepared for this experiment somehow? The same confusion became even more evident on her face as she was flipped onto her stomach and felt a fuzzy pair of handcuffs attach themselves to her wrists as Heath adamantly pulled them both behind her back before securing them in the bind. Her ankles too were soon faced with the same dilemma, strapped together as Moondancer was left naked, gagged, and effectively immobilized. Unable to call for help or even move, she couldn't do anything. It was only natural the bound teenager began to panic as she realized her predicament.

SLAP

As if spanking the disobedience straight out of her Heath delivered another resounding spank directly to the school girl’s plump ass.

“Shhhhh….” Heath soothed to her, gently rubbing her backside as he calmed his captured prey. “Quiet down now… relax….” Moondancer could feel his hands on her butt, as if telling her what was in store should she not behave. Soon she grew still, silencing further panicked wiggling. “There we go… that’s a good girl,” Heath cooed with approval at his prey’s calmness, flipping her back over and sitting her up in his lap. His arms both reached around, fondling her breasts and pussy as if she were a toy he had just captured. It didn’t take long for Moondancer’s scared whimpers to convert back into muffled moans of pleasure. Her body wracked in ecstasy as she was given a crash course in positive reinforcement, embracing the ideal that submission to men was rewarded with pleasure.

Moondancer watched herself on the TV with perverted starry eyes as Heath continued to fondle her body straight to the most powerful orgasm in her young life. Her kind master even turned her to face the camera, allowing it to capture her quivering body as it shook and trembled with tremendous amounts of pleasure from the newfound experience.

After she came down from her euphoric high and hung limply in Heath’s arm, Fluttershy and Sonata were both surprised to see that the boy didn’t move to untie her. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a familiar pet collar, and fastened it directly around Moondancer’s neck.

He then collected her limp body in his arms, carrying her bridal style out the door and out of frame. A few seconds later, a window on the wall showed him outside. Heath was carrying Moondancer’s bound naked body to the trunk of his car. Popping it open, he gently placed her inside before closing it and concealing her from sight. Then, while whistling to himself, calmly made his way over to the driver’s seat, got in, and took off. That was where the video ended as the screen faded to black.

“You see…” Moondancer explained back in the real world, tearing Fluttershy’s attention from the rather captivating home movie, “this isn’t simple arousal we are dealing with here. As you put it, Sonata, ‘horniness’ is an urge our bodies produce in order to motivate us to procreate and produce offspring. The same urge to mate that’s found in pretty much all living creatures because without it, their species would have died out eons ago. Being horny can explain wanting a dick inside you, like pretty much every girl here is mature enough to admit. However, it does not explain how a girl like me could be completely okay with being kidnapped by a guy she just met. Because I remember being in that trunk, being driven to an unknown location. Knowing Heath was taking me didn’t bother me in the slightest! That comes from my submissiveness and my desire to allow this man to do anything he wanted to me.”

“Ummm, where did he kidnap you to, though?” Fluttershy asked.

“Riiiiiight over there,” Moondancer replied, pointing to her nearby bed in the room. The massive bed, unlike the rest of the room was neat and tidy, made by Moondancer herself every morning after her master awoke. “He wanted a much nicer bed, easier to fuck me to pieces on. But he still had my experiment in mind and was considerate enough to recorded the entire thing for my later viewing. I actually have it around here somewhere if you want to review it.”

“Send us a copy later,” Sonata urged.

“Okay. And also, him kidnapping me was meant to teach me a lesson. Apparently I shouldn’t be inviting random guys into my home while my parents aren’t there and allowing them to do anything they wanted to me. Thankfully, it also served as my invite to the mansion where I’ve happily been a member and my master’s plaything ever since. But it did also serve to illustrate a point of the downsides of being a submissive.”

“Downsides?” Fluttershy mouthed almost silently.

“Heath was a member of Menagerie before our first meeting. He was trained in the art of exerting full control over a submissive like me and bending me to his will. However… not all men in this world are nice like my master. Submissives are left with a stark disadvantage to resist such awful men. Some men even make it a game to hunt us down and lure us until their beds wherever they might find us, maybe put a baby in us then dump us to the curb the next morning after uploading a recording of the entire thing online just to get their rocks off. Hence why the term “cat-calling” was so aptly named for men attempting to fish for submissives. That is the reason, well one of the reasons, why this mansion was founded. To give all us submissives a safe place to exist with men who care about our well being and sexual health while hunting down the other submissives at our two respective schools so they can be protected as well. And that is also why this mansion is the safest place for those stray girls downstairs. Circling back to them…” Moondancer went on as she crawled back over to her graph. Fluttershy was just glad she had forgotten about her inquiries into Rising Star for the time being. “Now if I’m correct in my theory, Karens are here on the right, us submissives are here on the left, and those petified girls downstairs are off on the extreme left. The final stage of submission. Being that far left on the scale would mean that they, quite literally, cannot refuse a command from a male, no matter what the order is. I don’t know what it was, but something pushed our classmates deeper down the rabbit hole.”

“So what you’re saying is we need to help our classmates get more Karen,” Sonata concluded.

“Oh god no,” Moondancer quickly replied. “They’d dump them all out on the streets in a heartbeat. But we do need to get them more to the right… somewhere to our level of submission,” she said, pointing to the cute picture of herself on the submission spectrum. “And I think I might just have a few ideas for doing that…”