Fluttershy's Nature Show, Season Two

"Are you downright insane!" asks Twilight, turning the camera on Fluttershy. "How can you possibly expect this to work out?"

"I don't know why you're surprised," shrugs Fluttershy as she steps off of the elevator. "This was your idea."

"My idea was to have you examine the creatures from a safe location and tell us what you could find out from that. Not to walk into a stone room with a bunch of creatures that are literally shown to eat metal! They've already ripped off somepony's arm!"

"I know that. But I have to be certain."

"Certain? Certain of what?!"

"I'm sure they're reasonable once you grow to know them."

Twilight sighs. "There's no talking you out of this, is there?"

"There was, half an hour ago. Now I've seen them, and now I want to help."

"Well, good luck."

"We have tranquiliser darts," suggests the guard. "If things escalate out of hand, we can just drug them. And worst-case scenario, we are allowed to just shoot them if they break through the door."

"That doesn't make me feel any better," scowls Fluttershy. "Just send me through."

Fluttershy steps through the first steel door, which closes behind her, and then the next one, as well. Almost immediately, the first skag lets out a roar and starts charging at her, but she doesn't even flinch, dropping to one knee, pushing her left hand out in front of her, and staring it down. It slides sideways as it tries to stop, falling over and collapsing to the ground before standing up. He opens his jaws and clamps down on Fluttershy's hand, but after a few seconds, he lets go, and she starts to pet him.

"Well, I'll be damned," snorts the guard. "That's nothing short of a miracle."

Fluttershy continues to rub him down, whispering as she does. It's clear that she's talking, but it's not clear what she's saying.

"What's she doing?"

"Something I'm probably never going to understand in detail," sighs Twilight. "It's instinct with her."

Fluttershy has her entire arm wrapped around him now, scratching between his shoulder blades. She's smiling and rubbing under his jaw, chuckling to herself as she does.

"So, that's what we've decided to call the sentry of their group," explains the scientist over the intercom. There are three we've referred to as "adults," of which, this is one. Then we have two "spitter skags," which spew a caustic fluid from their mouths. These are the ones with the disproportionately large spikes on their shoulders. Then there's the big one. He's called-- Wait, what's going on here?"

Two more Skags have approached. The blue one has no shoulder spikes, but heavier plating, and as it tastes her hand, tiny blue arcs of electrical current crackle across his skin. However, they stop as Fluttershy begins to pet him.

Before long, the two spitter skags come out to see her, and after she climbs up onto the sentry's back, the five of them carry her into the metal crate.

"I've lost my visual," says Twilight. "I can't see her anymore."

"Oh, we have security cameras," assures the guard. "Just plug your camera into the RCA port on the desk, there. The one that says out, not the one that says in."

"I don't have the cables with me..."

The guard reaches under the desk and pulls out a spare. "Here you go."

Twilight sets the camera down in front of the cable ports. "How do I...?"

"The red cable goes in the red port, the white cable goes in the white port, and the yellow cable goes in the half yellow, half green port. It's not rocket science."

Twilight plugs in the red and white cables, and as she's plugging in the yellow one, the video cuts mid-frame to an alternate view. There is no audio, because the security cameras are not equipped with microphones. But they do show that it is eleven thirty-eight in the morning, and there are at least three cameras, as this is labeled as "Camera 3.04."

It switches to "Camera 3.01" after a few seconds, as there's more motion on that camera as Fluttershy and the skags disappear behind the metal container. Fluttershy says something as her eyes go wide, still riding on the back of the skag. She reaches down and grabs his shoulder spikes as she disappears into the metal crate.

Camera 3.03 shows the inside of the crate, which is absolutely destroyed. Its walls are covered in dents and scratches and torn-out holes. But that's not so important, as the camera shows something far more impressive. Fluttershy is face-to-face with a very large black skag with glowing white eyes, which seems to be silently roaring in her face. Fluttershy just smiles, and as he opens his jaws, she reaches underneath and starts to scritch at his neck.

Almost right away, he arches his back and leans in, drawn into her enthrallment as she smiles and moves her mouth. His right back paw curls up to his ribs and starts beating at his side as his tongue droops out of his mouth. Before the clock ticks over to the next minute, she has him lying on his back with his paws batting at the air while she rubs his chest.

She stops for a moment and climbs off of the skag she rode in on. She places her hand firmly on the biggest Skag's sternum and starts talking. Of course, with no audio, there's no way of knowing what she's saying without exceptional skills at lip-reading, but even then, the definition isn't high enough to guarantee results. Not accurate results, at any rate.

Whatever she says, it's enough to draw their attention. A few of them snap at her, a few scratch at the ground, but the big one just sits there, clicking different sections of his jaws. When one tries to jump at her, jaws open, he is smacked aside with ease by the big one.

Fluttershy takes a step back, as well as a deep breath, then reaches down to her hips and pulls away her skirt and panties, and then her shirt and bra, casting them aside. She then lowers herself down to her hands and knees, crawling up to the big skag and nuzzling the inside of his legs. A deep purple cock begins to protrude from its sheath as she rubs her face up against it, reaching back and fingering herself as she goes.