Fluttershy's Nature Show

When the camera turns back on, it's just before dusk, with the natural light dying out. However, the glade is not completely dark, with mild glows emanating from every tree and timber wolf that moved about. It's very dim, but the camera manages to pick up every bit of movement.

The camera moves up into the tree branches, wrapped in the fronds of a willow mask. As it finds its place, Twilight is seen still kneeling next to the tree, but rather than being held by two timber wolves, her wrists, neck, and thighs are held in place by more willow fronds that have sprung out of the ground. She is not in danger of being harmed, so long as she continues to sit on the ground and not cause trouble.

Fluttershy, still wearing the mask, sits down on the fallen oak, her feet pointing back toward Twilight. The camera is located behind her, viewing Twilight's face. "You are sure you want to watch?" she asks, the snarls and barks still tied into her voice.

Twilight nods. "I'm sure. Fluttershy was there for me; I'd be a really shitty friend if I wasn't there for her."

"Suit yourself."

As the last light of day fades, the timber wolves all begin howling again. Fluttershy scoots forward and lies back, leaving her hips only barely supported as her back seeks a more comfortable position. Twilight turns her head partially away as Fluttershy's knees open up.

The birch wolf approaches Fluttershy, moves between her legs, and thrusts his cock deep into her in a single push. As he begins to hump her in full view of Twilight, Fluttershy lets out a loud, resounding "Yes! Breed me! Give me your young!"

Twilight does not seem to be pleased with this, as she's certain that Fluttershy would not agree to be impregnated by creatures that she has, in the past, indicated a fair degree of fear towards. She makes a note to herself to look into this further if ever given the chance.

It's not particularly long before the birch wolf finishes inside of her, and quickly dismounts. Twilight lets out a sigh. "Glad that's over," she says. "Now, it's time to--"

She's cut off as the mulberry wolf takes the place that the birch had just left. Fluttershy says nothing this time, as she is busying herself eating the fresh mulberries out of his mane as he fucks her. She is still a pony, after all. A pony that skipped dinner, to boot.

When he finishes, her chest and shoulders are just as red as his, smeared with berry juice. As expected, the spruce wolf is next. Being the largest of the three, Fluttershy is very vocal about how large he is, commanding him to fill her with his seed, which he does. By the end of it, Twilight is upset.

"Great. We've done the three big guys. Can we go now?"

"Of course not," smiles Fluttershy. Trees such as myself can have hundreds of mates. We've only just begun."

As a lesser timber wolf mounts Fluttershy, the tape cuts out and resumes an unspecified amount of time later, just as one is finishing. The camera has moved closer, and has changed its angle to see Fluttershy's gaping pussy.

At some juncture that the camera had not recorded, three timber wolves had fought over their place in line, and had torn themselves apart, rejoining the line as an exceptionally large one, and he now approached. He did not need to mount her in the traditional way, as the others had, but instead needed to crouch down, as he towered over her.

Twilight had to look away as the red wooden cock stretched Fluttershy's gape even wider. She did experience some pain, calling out "Too big!!" Thankfully, she was so tight around him that he didn't make it more than halfway in before blowing his load, with such force that the pressure through Fluttershy's vagina caused some to squirt out.

As timber wolves have no external testicles, this sloppy cumshot blew right between his legs, splattering Twilight right in the face, cementing her right eye shut temporarily. "It went up my nose!" she eventually managed to gag out.

As the big wolf joins the others who have already taken their turn, Fluttershy dismounts to log, makes her way over to Twilight, and licks the wolf cum from her face. Her tongue is longer, wider, and flatter than usual, and she quickly swallows it before returning to the log to be mounted once more.

The tape cuts again to much later in the night, as the last timber wolf in line is mounting her. The morning sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon, giving everything a spectacular golden glow. The wet splats of wood on soaked flesh ring out as Fluttershy is railed for the last time this day.

When the timber wolf is done, Twilight huffs. "That's all of them. The ritual is over. Release us, as you promised."

Fluttershy picks herself up as best she can. She's been accepting loads all night, and has been rubbed raw. She has a few splinters in her thighs, and a vaginal opening so wide that she could be fisted hard with the only issue being the soreness from the chafing. She slides down to the ground, unable to stand, and looks at Twilight.

"The ritual is not over. There is one step left. When that is done, the two of you will be returned to the edge of the forest."

"Then do it," demands Twilight. "Finish the ritual and be done with it. I want my friend back!"

Fluttershy smiles, opens her mouth wide, sticks out her tongue, and holds her hands open in a spout shape. One by one, in the same order they had had their way with her, the timber wolves walk up to Fluttershy, lift their legs, and piss on her face.

Twilight is clearly upset by this. "How is this part of the ritual?!"

Fluttershy stops the line and wipes her chin. "It's not enough to plant a seed. In order to make it grow into a great tree, it must be watered." With no other words, she resumes drinking as the wolves deposit their fluids into and onto her, coating her completely and washing off all of the mud and cum, save for that which pools beneath her.

This is a much faster process, as up to two can piss on her at the same time. By the time she's done, she swallows what's left and stands up with the help of the birch wolf. She'd accepted so much fluid into her body, the equivalent volume of one hundred and fifty testicles, added to the volume of seventy-five bladders, minus what had already come back out.

As she stands up, two saplings have grown out of the ground during her downtime; one growing up her arse, with the other up her cunt. As she drapes herself over the birch wolf, some cum spills out, already having a few green sprouts forming.

"The forest will live on. With the sacrifice of your friend, our numbers shall rise." As the mask falls off, Fluttershy immediately passes out. Twilight is released, given the camera, and after turning it on herself, she stops the reel.