Fluttershy's Nature Show

Fluttershy wriggles and grunts as the tentacles wrap around her body and tug on her skin. The octopus moves his head up near her shoulders and his tentacles follow along, pulling up her shirt and letting her breasts pop out as a result. immediately, his suction cups find her nipples and and squeeze around them, with his other tentacles exploring everything from her navel to her neck.

"I know you're frustrated and all, but could you please be a bit more careful? Those are really sensitive. Doubly so because the water's cold."

The octopus responds by moving down her body, down near her mid-back. He's no longer caressing her neck, but with some of his tentacles free, he moves down to grab her hips. The tentacle that was exploring her navel plunges into it as far as it can go. While that isn't very far, the twisted bundle of nerves inside cause her body to twist and contort, rocking about in the sand as she loses her ability to control herself. This doesn't last long, but ends with a bout of laughter and smiling.

"That wasn't very nice!" she gasps. "Tickling a mare when she can't fight back is bad form!"

The octopus does not continue probing her navel, but stays where he is for a few more minutes before moving down to her lower back. He stops focusing so much on her breasts and navel, as he has a new hole to focus on. Immediately after finding her cloacal vent, three tentacles shoot into the cavity and begin writhing around inside of her, causing her to squirm quite a bit. The only things keeping her from throwing him off are his intense grip and the fact that her arms are still locked in the entanglement brought on by the net.

Fluttershy cries out in a mix of discomfort and pleasure, her movements only serving to drive her deeper into the trap, until finally, she can no longer move her tail. The octopus has won, and she soon forgets about the discomfort, letting him finish with what he's doing.

After a few moments of soft, shuddering moans from her giving in to the pleasure, he extracts every single tentacle and moves down one last time. His tentacles wrap around her dorsal fin, which is oddly located back behind her pelvis. She's glad of his waning interest in the more sensitive parts of her body, but there is a new problem. The poachers that had lost their net are coming down to find it, and they're armed with tridents.

Just as Fluttershy is beginning to panic, the octopus slides up her body, digs two tentacles into her mouth, and pulls her back. The ropes that make up the net snap, as if they'd been chewed through by something with a sharp beak. Her shoulders slip free first, then her head, and her arms are soon to follow, with the rest of her body quickly sliding out now that she had some amount of freedom.

She grabs the camera, just in time as the octopus squirts ink over their location, throwing up as much sand as it can to cover their escape. He doesn't let go of Fluttershy, coaxing her along as she swims after him. He brings her to a small reef, then releases her, swimming off in the opposite direction for a bit, then disappearing. Fluttershy watches and records as the divers go after him, thinking that he must have kept going. Instead, he had camouflaged himself partially, and buried the bulk of his body in the sand, letting the divers think he was a patch of seaweed.

As soon as they're gone, he rockets back to Fluttershy, running a tentacle along her back. She gently strokes his mantle, and quietly whispers. "I'm sorry for being so difficult. I would have held still for a bit if you'd told me what your plan was, but I fully understand that your beak was busy."

The octopus latches onto a rock and vents a jet of water upward.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Craig. I'm Fluttershy." She adjusts her shirt so that it covers her breasts again as another, smaller jet shoots up. "Sorry, Kraken. I have a bit of water in my ears; I misheard you."

She turns the camera back to the poachers, who have given up the search and are swimming back to the surface. She lets out a sigh of relief as they disappear. "At least they're gone."

Kraken makes a few small noises, the first few of which Fluttershy doesn't react to, but about halfway through, she turns around.

"Really? All the time?" Kraken nods and keeps jetting. "What are they after?" Kraken jets even more, vibrating his siphon in the process, but this time using his tentacles as makeshift hands to explain. "That's horrible. I can't believe they'd do such a thing. Don't they know that the blue-eyed panther shark is an endangered species?" She sighs. "I'll do what I can topside. You and I are going to work together to rid this shelf of their poaching. You just keep untying their nets and cutting holes in them and so forth, and I'll go topside and see about removing them from the sea permanently." Kraken spits out a small noise. "I have my ways. Trust me."

After a few moments of rest and asking for directions, Fluttershy swims back to the bit of reef where she'd left Twilight, swimming back up to the boat and finding the area surrounded by sharks. She surfaces and climbs onto the deck, where Twilight is wearing a bandage on her arm. "What happened?"

"Poachers," answers Twilight. "They told me they were researchers, and demanded that I leave because I was scaring the fish. I told them we had a permit, and then one of them dropped the ball." She holds up a nasty-looking harpoon. "The captain scared them off, but not before I took a shot in the arm. I came down to find you, but there were just so many sharks, I couldn't just wait down there with an open wound."

"They're hunting an endangered species," confirms Fluttershy. "We have to report them right away. Captain, can you take us to the nearest Coast Guard station?"

"I was just waiting for you to come back aboard," comes a deep voice. "We're all safe now, so let's be underway." As the engines roar to life, the camera is lowered to the deck and shut off.