Fluttershy's Nature Show

"Remind me what we're looking for this time?"

Twilight stumbles through the Everfree Forest, following closely behind Fluttershy. It's the middle of the day, meaning bright sunlight shines down on them, only to be muted by the canopy.

"Zecora told me yesterday that she saw an injured ursa minor out here. Just because they're big and terrifying does not mean that they don't deserve all of the care and healing that they need. That's why I brought so many bandages with me."

"I remember my last dealing with the ursa minor," nods Twilight. "That was quite some time ago, and quite a task at the time. Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Fluttershy turns around. "As long as we don't upset him, we should be fine. So, don't wake him if he's sleeping, don't shout at him, don't say anything offensive, stuff like that. The less we do to harm our relationship with him, the easier it will be to help him, and a happy ursa is an ursa that doesn't need to be calmed. Happy ursas don't destroy towns. So let's make a happy ursa; a healthy ursa who recognizes that ponies are good to keep around."

"I was aware," admits Twilight. "I just wanted to make sure that those thoughts were recorded on camera. It helps set up the audience expectation."

Fluttershy moves around a bush, holding the branches back for Twilight. As she passes, a loud creaking noise rings out, followed by several cracks, a few snaps, and a boom that dissipates in three waves of muted rustlings.

"What was that?" asks Twilight worriedly, waving the camera around. "Was that the ursa?"

"I think it might have been," smiles Fluttershy. "That's the sound of a tree falling, which means there's a strong possibility that the ursa is nearby. They sometimes knock over trees on accident."

A low growl follows her statement. It's quickly echoed throughout the trees.

Fluttershy's smile immediately fades. "That, on the other hand, is not an ursa. We need to leave. Now."

Moving away from the sound of the tree, the growling turns to barking as the girls run back the way they came. "I thought the timber wolves' hunting season was over?!" cries Twilight. "They're not supposed to come back until mid spring!"

"They see their trees as sacred icons!" informs Fluttershy. "If a tree falls in their woods, they can fly into a rage without the need to hunt! Keep running!"

The camera can't keep a steady image as they run wildly through the uneven ground. Flashes of a clearing are sometimes visible, but before they can reach it, Twilight lets out a gasp, followed by a grunt. The camera goes flying and comes to rest pointing back at her.

"Twilight!" Fluttershy calls out, turning back and rushing to her cameramare's aid. "Come on," she says, wrapping her arm around her. "You're not meeting your end here!"

Just as she's coming back to her feet, a timber wolf bursts from a bush behind them, tackling Fluttershy and pinning her to the ground. Another one follows shortly, pressing Twilight down against the mossy root that tripped her. Four more quickly surround them, barking and growling to each other, and at the mares.

"I'm sorry, Fluttershy," wheezes Twilight. "This is my fault. If I hadn't tripped, yo--"

"No," interrupted Fluttershy. "This isn't your fault, and it's not my fault. It's not even the timber wolves' or the ursa's faults. It's just a thing that happened as part of nature." She closes her eyes as the timber wolf pinning her down lowers his snout to her neck and opens his jaws. Just as she's taking a deep breath...

"Wroulf!!"

The timber wolves fall silent and turn their heads back the way they'd come from. A large, yet very thin timber wolf, papered with curly white birch bark and adorned with a shaggy mane of orange and brown leaves steps forward, approaching the girls. He stops by Twilight first, sniffing her. With his sharp, jagged teeth, as well as assistance from another wolf, he absolutely destroys her clothes, ripping them to shreds despite her protests, until she's completely nude. Grabbing her wrist, he turns her over as the wolf that had pinned her lets him, then returns to his position of holding her down. With one final sniff, he barks a command, and the timber wolves near her grab her by the wrists and drag her back into the woods, in the direction they had come from. Twilight whimpers in fear, her last look at the camera being one of shock and confusion.

The maned timber wolf then turns his attention to Fluttershy. As he sniffs her face, his yellow-green eyes light up. He looks up at the sky and lets out a long, low howl, and what few remain join in. This goes on for a minute or two, then stops suddenly. He takes another deep sniff of her, this time focusing on her neck. He snaps at the one pinning her down, who takes a step back, but continues to hold her in place. She, too, is stripped, in the same manner that Twilight was, but this time exclusively by the smaller wolves, as the big one is licking her neck. With her body bare, a pair of lesser timber wolves drag her off, in the same direction as Twilight. Rather than the trademark fear that Fluttershy is known for, her face is stoic, accepting her fate of returning to the nature she so adored in life. For this, she is not afraid.

The maned timber wolf digs his nose through the discarded clothing, seemingly satisfied after a very short look. He then tears apart Twilight's backpack, apparently looking for something, but not finding what he wants, as he soon discards the bag and its contents. He then tears apart Fluttershy's bag, scattering the bandages everywhere, along with the ointment. He shakes his head and scowls.

This is when he sees the camera. He walks over to it, sniffs it a bit, and picks it up by the handle and carries it back with him. He is, however, holding it backwards, meaning that the recording only manages to see what is between his legs. It's not much to look at, being a bunch of twigs that have pulled together to form a set of ribs and an underbelly, but the viewer can see the fluffy moss of his tail dripping down between his ankles.