Fluttershy's Nature Show, Season Two

"--ause of that."

"Twilight, it's rude to do that right in front of them. We have oil lamps and we have heated sleeping bags. We'll be fine."

"Yeah, but how are we supposed to heat up our food without a fire?"

Fluttershy shrugs as she comes into frame, sideways. "I'm a vegetarian. Everything I packed is supposed to be eaten cold."

The camera tilts upright as Twilight's face covers everything. "I brought stuff for ratatouille. How am I supposed to enjoy stewed vegetables if I can't stew them?"

Fluttershy holds up her thermos in the background. "I have gazpacho. I'm perfectly willing to share."

"That's not the point. All we would need is a bit of firewood."

"In front of creatures that are made of wood. Wouldn't you be insulted if somepony set your grandfather on fire?"

The video and audio cut out and cut back in to Twilight and Fluttershy splitting a thermos of soup around a lantern. The only sound now is the chirping of crickets and the crunch of the celery and bell peppers. It then cuts out and cuts back in to the two of them crawling into their tents silently.

When it cuts back in, however, there's a new bush that wasn't there before. It just sits there for a moment, then it lifts up to show that the branches are actually the antlers of another cerpress. slowly, he stands up and sniffs the air, working his nose first into Twilight's tent, then, shaking his head, moves over to Fluttershy's. He sticks his whole head in the tent, then the video cuts out again.

When it cuts back in, two more cerpress are gathered around the tent, which has now been ripped open. Tatters of it are stuck to the antlers of the one that had shoved his head into her tent, and were he wearing pants, he'd be pitching a tent of his own with how rigid his tent pole is. He has nudged Fluttershy's skirt out of the way, and is now licking between her legs.

The other two are sniffing around her sleeping form, specifically her face and breasts. The one sniffing around her breasts is nudging her shirt up out of the way, and before too long, they flop free. Fluttershy is still asleep, but she's beginning to stir. As the cervine clamps down on one of her tits, she gasps as the video cuts out.

It cuts back in with her up on her knees, being railed from both ends by the bucks. The one that was sniffing her face is walking around in circles behind her, seemingly looking for an opening that the other two haven't already filled. The two of them have her by the hips and shoulders, their antlers interlocked as they buck their hips forward and back, stuffing themselves into Fluttershy's warm, wet holes over and over again. Finally, the first one to approach slams down her throat, pushing so hard that his front legs, still hooked around her shoulders, lift her hands up off the ground. She audibly gags, just slightly louder than the grunting and groaning of the buck filling her.

As the camera cuts out and back in again, Fluttershy is again being spitroasted, but by two completely different cerpresses. The first one that tore up her tent was a Monterey Cerpress, then the next two were Italian Cerpresses. Now a Leyland Cerpress is wedged up between her knees while the one that had been walking around her previously is probing her throat. And to make matters worse, she is now upside-down, with only her feet touching the ground. She's almost entirely held upright by the bucks. And her night isn't over, either, as a Bhutan Cerpress bounds into frame from behind some trees just as the camera cuts out again.

Fluttershy is back on her knees in the next shot, grunting and whimpering as she's pinned down by the Bhutan Cerpress that's drilling into her arse. He seems to be the only one still around, as none of the others are in frame at the time. Fluttershy is, at this point, covered in so many fluids that the sound of the various slats of bark slamming against her arsecheeks is quite audible.

As the camera cuts ahead, he's still there, panting heavily. Fluttershy is being crushed between the ground and his chest, barely able to keep herself upright. His grunts are growing deeper and deeper until he slams his hips forward, growling and squeezing her. When he finally calms down, he lifts up off of her, and as he pulls out, a fountain of golden brown fluid gushes out of her before she flops to the ground, exhausted.

The feed cuts again to him lying next to her, licking her clean. Every so often, he returns to her face, letting what he licked up drip down into her mouth. What she doesn't catch drips across her lips, and she slurps it up dutifully.

The camera cuts again, and she's pulled her skirt and shirt back down. She's still covered in sticky strips of bark, and the scaly green buds from their leaves. The Bhutan that finished her off for the night is lying next to her, licking at her neck.

"You're really muscular," Fluttershy giggles, running her hand over his neck. "I bet all the does melt before you."

He grunts softly, nipping at the soft skin under her neck.

"Well, they should. You deserve it."

He grunts again, knocking her chin up in the process.

"Oh, you're not that old. Plus, you've just proven that you have more than twice the stamina of those younger ones. And with how pent up you were, I can safely presume that you have a lot more to give. Why, I think you could almost start a whole new herd if only those does would believe in you."

He bleats.

"Yeah, that figures. He was bullying me, too. Nevertheless, we're going to find a way to help you. You're one of the--"

The video cuts to the two of them lying on the ground. Fluttershy is asleep with the Cerpress's head resting on top of her. If the angle had changed, it would be difficult to find Fluttershy, because she is almost completely hidden by the bush her lover has transformed into. And while the camera cuts a few more times, the only notable change is a raccoon stealing her cauliflower about an hour before dawn.