Fluttershy looked down at words printed in white letters on the pink baby-doll tank top she was wearing.

Sit. Behave. Obey.

She looked back up at the pony who’d asked the question. “Oh! Um. Well. I’m in charge of animal control here in Ponyville.
I run the animal shelter here in town. I guess you’d say I’m, uh, the resident expert in these parts. Beside I have natural
affinity for communicating with critters. Also I, um, run a training and obedience school just outside of town.”

The chiffon-yellow mare turned back around and began eating her ice cream float. She paused
and then looked back over her shoulder and smiled. The tinest bit of blush tinted her cheeks.

“Uh. Do you have animal that’s in need of, um, training?”

A moment from a recent dream in my Anthro MLP dreamscape.