Beast Babe tames Molly

After hearing those words, Molly's heartbeat doubles in speed. She can feel her face grow flush and she meets Beast Babe's eyes properly for the first time. Although she can't tell what it is, something seems different. There's a sort of... scent that the woman is giving off. Molly breathes deeply instinctively and the scent washes over her. It's like a perfume, but less floral. It smells like the wild.

"Why don't you just give in to your urges, kitten?" Molly's eyes widen. How does she know? Beast Babe chuckles again. "Your arousal is written clearly on your face, little girl," her voice drops, "and I can smell it too." She takes another deep sniff and Molly trembles. She feels so small next to this hero, not just physically. This woman is clearly meant to be in charge. She seems to know so much. Beast Babe smiles again and her eyes flash with power. "Give in, kitten. You're nothing but an animal at heart." Molly's knees feel weak. She felt this before, but now the feeling grows until her legs can't support her weight any more and she drops to her knees. She looks straight up at the hero, still unable to take her gaze away from those yellow eyes. Somehow, she still feels unstable on her knees, wobbling as though she's balancing for the first time. It doesn't take long before she falls forward and catches herself so that she's resting on her hands and knees.

Beast Babe walks across the room and sits in an armchair in the corner, one leg crossed over the other. "Come here, girl!" She encourages. Molly perks up. She wants to go to her, she wants to... obey. So she does. Crawling on her hands and knees, the intern makes her way quickly across the room before resting in front of Beast Babe on her knees, with her hands rested on the ground. She tilts her head up to look at the hero.

"There, isn't that better? Doesn't it feel good to revert back to simple urges?" Beast Babe speaks as though talking to a pet, and Molly's heart flutters high at the attention. The hero reaches out and pushes the girl's hair back, causing a tingle in her scalp. "Aren't you uncomfortable though?" Molly tilts her head inquisitively. "Well, most of the animals I know with hate being put in little outfits, even ones as cute as that."

Part of Molly fights back. Wait, she's not an animal, right? Although humans were animals too, what does that have to do with clothing?