Fluttershy's Nature Show

The reel switches automatically and begins recording a few seconds after the last one ended. The biggest difference is that the buck has moved to the other side of Fluttershy and is now moving back in front of her.

"You're feeling particularly fidgety today. I'm the one that's stuck, remember?"

As Fluttershy chuckles at her own joke, the buck rears up on his hind legs, then brings his hooves back down behind Fluttershy's armpits, his barrel resting over her head and shoulders. He stands there for a moment, then grabs tightly to her chest and pushes his hips against her face. Slowly, his bright red conical penis worms its way across her nose. She pulls away from him as best she can, but after a thrust lands it up in her nose, she contorts her head and lets it rub against her cheek, instead.

"You do know that I'm trying to pull myself out of the mud, not sink further down into it, right? Why are you pushing me further into the muck?"

The deer grunts something illegible in response and thrusts a few more times, his cock sliding into her mouth after a few attempts. His grip around her shoulders tightens, his back legs drift a bit further apart, and his thrusts run deep, if a bit slow at first. They soon pick up speed. From beneath Fluttershy's chin, the camera can see his testicles swinging back and forth, just skirting the mud and slapping it against the underside of her neck.

Fluttershy can only call out in the form of moans and grunts, unable to move her tongue and unwilling to close her teeth. She resigns herself shortly, and just lets it happen. After a few more minutes, she's bobbing her head against him, helping him to plumb her deepest reaches.

All of a sudden, his thrusts become frenetic and shallow, his sheathe pressed firmly against Fluttershy's lips. After a few quick bursts, he pushes as deep as he possibly can. His testicles clench and throb, and Fluttershy lets out some satisfied moans, accompanied by an intermittent gulp.

Her moans quickly turn to surprised gasps, as the subtle movements of her arms, accompanied by his pulling up on her shoulders, has brought her arms more than halfway out without her having realized it, and with another powerful push from his hips, her front half is free of the mud, leaving only her legs still caught. With her partially freed, he dismounts her, and starts sniffing around her waist as she flings what mud she can from her hands, trying not to splatter him with it.

With her hands marginally clean, she kisses his cheek when he comes close. "Thank you for pulling me partway out of the mud," she smiles, gently rubbing his neck. "You're very kind to have helped me."

"I'm back!" calls Twilight from off camera. "I couldn't find a vine that was long enough, so I tied a few together."

"That's a smart move," nods Fluttershy. "They'll probably be a bit stronger that way, too."

"They'd be even stronger if I weaved them, but I don't want to be here all night. They'll probably hold. Actually, since your hands are free, this is going to be a lot easier." Twilight wraps the middle of the vine rope around a tree, and tosses both ends to Fluttershy. "Tie these together around your chest as tight as you can."

Wrapping the ends of the vine under her armpits, she ties them over the top of her breasts. She makes sure the vines are taut and her knot tight. Twilight pushes a branch into the loop, pushing the two sides apart right up to Fluttershy's back. She pushes another branch through the loop and begins to twist, tightening the vines and forcibly pulling Fluttershy back onto her feet. The buck also helps, digging against the mud and clearing a path for the air to replace the mud that Fluttershy's legs are pulling up with them. The inability to form a vacuum makes it much easier to pull her legs out, and the branch pushing the loop apart near Fluttershy's shoulders keeps the twisting vines from crushing her ribs.

Within a minute of starting, Fluttershy's legs are pulled free of the deep mud. She lays in the shallow mud, her body covered in the brown and red muck. "I knew I'd lose a shoe in there," she laments. Sure enough, her left foot is bare. It's possible, even probable, that the only reason her right shoe is still on is because of the swelling of her right ankle. It seems as though she was right about the twisted ankle.

"That ankle looks pretty bad," observes Twilight. "Do you think you can walk back to town on it, or should I seek help first?"

The buck lies down next to Fluttershy, offering to carry her out. "I think, with his help, I can make it out of the trees at least."

With a nod, Twilight gathers her things from where she left them, including the camera. When she returns her attention to Fluttershy, she's already stood up, her right arm draped over the deer for balance. She is not riding on his back, as one would a horse, but being halfway supported by his shoulders. It is not her intent to harm him, even if he would likely forgive her, and even if he had offered to let her ride on his back.

It's slow going back through the swamp as Fluttershy hops along. Twilight stays right behind her every step of the way, ready to step in if Fluttershy suddenly needs more help. The buck holds his head high, proud of his achievements today, though he might have stood a bit prouder if she had taken his offer. Still, he seemed happy just to help.

As it had only taken a few minutes to reach the muddy section, it takes less than an hour to reach the edge of the forest. Despite this being as far as Fluttershy had planned to be assisted, the buck's pride will not let him abandon her here. There's still a fair distance to town, and even when she lets go of him to try hobbling on her own, he stays by her side, just in case she falls over or needs aid. He doesn't hold back until the group is well within half a kilometre of town. By then, several citizens are rushing out to them to see what kind of damage she's sustained to garner such a limp. As they run to them, he turns tail and runs off, the camera shutting down with his bounding frame disappearing among the tall grass.