Fluttershy's Nature Show, Season Two

The camera cuts back to Fluttershy as she stands up and flips the vegetables in the pan, tossing a few dozen yellow currant tomatoes into the mix, all sliced in half. She sprinkles just a little bit of salt and pepper on it before returning to her seat.

The camera then flips back to the hippogriff, panties now wrapped tightly around his beak. His left claw is now fondling his balls while his right continues to stroke, running up and down the entire length.

And what a length it is. From the base, it's very thick, almost thirty centimetres in circumference. Thirty centimeters from the base, four ridges mark a change in colour, from dark to light blue. Above that, this time for forty centimetres, wavy veins cover the thinner section, only about twenty-five centimeters in circumference. Then there's the tip. It tapers down to two points, each with their own spout.

After watching him rub for a few minutes, Fluttershy is once more brought into focus as she pulls out two plates and serves up her fruit and vegetable medley. As she walks out of frame, the camera goes back to him jerking off. And then it cuts back to Fluttershy moving slowly and silently up the stairs. And then back to him jerking off, and finally, it cuts to the second camera in her bedroom. This one faces the stairwell, and he's barely visible in the corner of the frame as Fluttershy comes up the stairs.

"What's going on in here?!" gasps Fluttershy.

The hippogriff doesn't stop. "Mistress said to make myself comfortable. And so I have."

"This isn't what I meant, though..." She folds her arms. "I meant for you to relax and take some deep breaths, not steal my garments and masturbate on my sheets!"

Suddenly, he stops. "Have I done bad, mistress?"

Fluttershy took a deep breath. "Yes. Yes, you've done bad."

As he starts to move out of frame and the camera bolts back to him, he looks to be on the verge of tears, until Fluttershy grabs him by the shoulder. "M-mistress?"

"Don't run off," she sighs. "You've done a bad thing. That doesn't make you a bad pony."

"I'm not a pony," he whimpers.

"It doesn't make you a bad hippogriff, either." She sits down next to him. "Would it make you feel better if you finished?"

He nods.

"Well enough that you could stop being a distraction and help me with the very thing I brought you here to help me with?"

"I guess so, mistress..."

She pushes him back onto the bed and brings her hand down to his now flaccid cock. "Promise me you'll try to listen and do as I say."

He nods tentatively.

"I need to hear you say it."

"I promise, mistress!"

"You promise what?"

"I promise I'll listen better!"

"Good." Fluttershy begins to rub his cock, stroking it up and down with her hand, which apparently feels a lot better than his claws, judging by how he reacts. "You can start by listening to what I said."

"Mistress?"

"What you promised was not what I asked you to promise."

"I'm sorry, mistress..."

"Do you remember what I said?"

"I don't recall the exact wording, mistress, but you wanted me to listen when you spoke."

"I wanted you to try to listen."

"Is there a..." he breathes deeply as his whole body shudders, "difference?"

"Yes, there is. If you promise to listen, and you miss something I say, that's a broken promise. But if you promise to try, the only way to break that promise is to wilfully ignore me."

"I'm sorry, mistress... I'll be better."

She lifts her hand. "What did I just say?"

"I'm sorry, mistress. I'll try to be better."

She resumes rubbing. "That's better." She starts rubbing a bit more vigourously, incorporating his balls into the mix. "I made you lunch, you know..."

"M-mistress is too... too kind."

"I am well-known for my kindness. Also, my demure nature, mild temperament and soft voice. Not to brag, or anything. It's just what ponies say about me."

"They say about me that I'm weird; that I don't need to walk on all fours like this."

Fluttershy shrugs. "There are still collections of hippogriffs that are quadrupedal. I'd consider that to be not very weird."

"But I don't live with them."

She begins to rub faster. "Enough about that. I don't want to hear anything more about how others look down on you. You're a fine specimen of hippogriff."

He whimpers, but does not object. Fluttershy waits a few moments, then smiles as she recognises that he listened to what she just said.

"Very good," she coos. "Now, hold still..."

She shifts her position and presses her face against his tip, sliding her tongue between the two heads. The camera switches to one that can see her face, as there's not much to see from behind her anymore.

"Mistress?"

"Yeah?"

"May I have your permission for something?"

"You'll have to tell me what it is, first."

He clears his throat. "Can I--"

The view suddenly warps back to the kitchen, as Angel and two other bunnies are chasing each other around the room. One of them jumps up onto the table and grabs a chunk of radish from one of the plates, only for Angel to leap up behind them and hit them with a wooden spoon.

No sooner has his makeshift club connected than the other bunny hops up onto the counter and snags a parsnip from the frying pan. It doesn't quite make it into his mouth, though, as Angel leaps over and whacks him in the teeth with his mighty spoon. He then turns and snarls at both of them, swinging his mace for emphasis. Defeated, the two hop out of the room as Angel returns to the table to guard over the plates.

Only then does the camera cut back to Fluttershy and the hippogriff. In the interim, Fluttershy has removed her skirt and panties, and the hippogriff has said panties wrapped around his nose, inhaling her fresh scent between moans as she continues to jerk him off and suckle the tips of his penis.

"Thank you, mistress," he breathes, trying and failing to keep his hips from bucking. "I love you, mistress!"

Fluttershy doesn't answer in kind. She instead moves her head down onto him, filling her mouth with his cock.