Fluttershy's Nature Show, Season Two

Twilight looks into the camera as it clicks on. As she steps back, it's revealed that she's standing in Fluttershy's house. "Are you sure you don't want me around for this?" she asks.

"Of course I want you around," answers Fluttershy as the feed switches to the kitchen. "But he mentioned that he doesn't want ponies staring at him the whole time he's here, as it makes him feel very uncomfortable. That's a sentiment that I understand fully."

"Yeah, but it's just going to be the three of us."

"And the fifty thousand ponies watching the tapes," reminds Fluttershy as she walks into the living room. "I struggled with that a lot, too. That's why it took so long for me to agree to doing this again."

"And yet, here you are."

"That's because my desire to help animals is greater than my fear of performing. And the only reason I have the strength to move past that is because I can put my trust in you to make sure that anything embarrassing or untoward is cut out. Like this conversation, for example."

Twilight nods. "Fair enough. I'll leave you two alone, then. The cameras are on, and set to record in whichever room is seeing the most activity."

"Except the toilet, right?"

Twilight scoffs. "What kind of pony do you think I am? Of course I put one in your lavatory!"

"Twilight!"

"Oh, don't worry. It faces the bathtub. It's exclusively there to show the transformation into his aquatic form. If you don't want it shown, you can just draw the curtain. Or we can find a hippogriff that's less shy. It's not like we can't use a different hippogriff."

"Please don't say to his face that we're "using him...""

There's a knock at the door, and as Twilight moves to the other side of the room, the view switches to the door. Twilight opens it, and a very large hippogriff is standing outside. He keeps his head very low as he looks up at her. "Mistress Fluttershy?"

Twilight furrows her eyebrows and turns around. "Fluttershy, it's for you."

"It is my house," reasons Fluttershy, "and I was expecting company..."

Twilight steps out of the way and waves him in. He's walking on all four legs as he does, keeping himself low.

"I thought most hippogriffs were standing upright these days?" asks Twilight.

"Twilight, you're setting off his anxiety."

"T-Twilight?" The hippogriff's eyes widen and turn watery before he throws himself at the floor in front of her. "Forgive me for being so rude! I didn't know I was talking to a princess! Please don't send me away!"

Twilight glances sideways off camera, and the feed cuts to where Fluttershy is sitting, waving with her hands for Twilight to leave.

The camera cuts back to Twilight backing away towards the door. "I leave you in the care of Fluttershy. It is her decision whether or not to send you away."

As the door closes, the camera moves back to Fluttrshy, who stands and walks over to her guest, offering him a hand. "Would you care to come in and sit down?"

With a trembling claw, he takes her hand and stands up, moving over to the couch as directed, but sitting down in front of it, rather than on it.

"Why don't you come up?" asks Fluttershy.

"I have not been invited, mistress," he answers.

"That was an invitation," she says, patting the cushion next to her. "Come on up."

He climbs up, first with his front claws and then with his back hooves. He does not sit, but lies down with his beak on Fluttershy's leg. As if on instinct, she starts petting him, and his tail begins to wag before she stops and realises what she's doing.

"You do realise that you're not a dog, right?"

"I do, mistress."

"I've asked you in my letters to stop referring to me as "mistress." You can feel comfortable with me."

"I am comfortable, mistress."

Fluttershy sighs. "Okay. You can sit like that if it makes you feel comfortable."

He looks up at her. "Does this make you uncomfortable, mistress?"

"A little bit..."

"I'm so sorry, mistress!" He leaps to the floor and bows to her. "Please don't send me away!"

Fluttershy places her hand on his head and then lifts his chin. "You seem a little bit high-strung. Is everything okay with you?"

"I've upset you, mistress," he winces. "Please, forgive me!"

Fluttershy rubs her face, then sighs. "It's fine," she finally answers. "If it will make you feel better, you can continue to call me mistress."

"Oh, thank you!" He kisses her feet. "Thank you so much, mistress Fluttershy!"

She's still visibly bothered by it, but she seems less bothered at the prospect of being called "mistress" than he is at not being allowed to refer to her as such.

"I think you need to relax a bit before we begin our talk. Why don't you go lie down, and I'll make some food for you, hm?"

The hippogriff wags his tail and smiles up at her. "Oh, yes, mistress. Where would you like me to wait?"

Fluttershy points to the top of the stairs. "My bed is very comfortable, and surrounded by things that are designed to be calming and comforting. You can rest there for a bit to calm your nerves."

"Oh, thank you, mistress!" he kisses her foot once more, and then bolts up the stairs, activating the camera. As it records the whole room, it notes him just standing in the door, then snaps to Fluttershy in the kitchen. She starts chopping up vegetables and moving around her kitchen, preparing a small pan to sauté some root veggies with herbs. Some carrots, a few turnips, and two different varieties of radishes.

As she sits down in a chair to let them cook on their own for a minute or two, the camera flips again. The hippogriff is lying on her bed, her panties in one claw and his balls in the other, rubbing himself and moaning as he holds the cloth against his face. How he found himself in that position is unclear, as he must have moved from the door, but he would have had to move less than Fluttershy in order to avoid setting off the motion sensor that activated the camera. However he did it, he must have been very fluid with his movements.