Fluttershy's Nature Show, Season Two

Fluttershy bobs her head up and down, sucking hard on the hippogriff's cock while he sniffs her panties. She moves slowly in a circular motion, tilting her head down as she draws him in, tilting her head forward, and then pulling back, dragging her tongue along his underside. She's only going halfway, though. While she comes all the way up to the tip, she only goes down as far as the medial ridges before coming back up.

"M-mistress! Ah!"

Fluttershy begins to pick up in speed, and every few bobs, slides down another centimetre. When she reaches the base, she holds there for a few seconds, letting the whole thing sit in her throat before coming up for air. Then she goes back down, increasing the interval at which she stretches toward the base with every round.

"Please, Mistress..." he whimpers.

Every few bobs, now, Fluttershy swallows the whole thing, sometimes shaking her head back and forth for that little bit of extra friction. The tip of her tongue rubs against his balls, slobbering on them as she looks up into his eyes. When she moves back up to apply hard suction to the tip, she grasps his testicles and fondles them, prompting small, pitiable whines from him.

He's visibly throbbing by now, so Fluttershy holds his tips in her mouth, running her hand up and down his shaft vigourously, pumping him up and down in an attempt to make him release his fluids. Due to the angle of the camera, it's impossible to see his face, so it's unclear if he has continued to wear her panties on his face, but his claws are definitely up there, as evidenced by his elbow just poking into the corner of the frame.

Ater almost ten minutes of being close, Fluttershy finally pulls him out of her mouth. "Are you intentionally holding back?"

A soft whine is his only response.

"Part of listening is being able to answer when I ask you a question."

"I'm... I'm sorry, mistress," he pants and whines. "Mistress has not... has not... granted..."

Fluttershy doesn't stop. In fact, she just becomes more aggressive with her rubbing. "Granted... release?"

"Perm--" he gasps, his legs clamping at nothing as the pressure grows too high. "Perm--"

"Permanent release?" asks Fluttershy. "I can't read your mind. Spit it out."

"P-permiss-sion!"

Fluttershy sighs. "You have my permiss--"

No sooner does she say that he has permission than he bucks his hips, spraying two thick, heavy ropes in opposite directions; one from either tip. Then two more, and more, and more until the pressure behind them has subsided so much that the ejaculate just dribbles down his shaft.

He lets out a few soft, whimpering moans, followed by the words "Thank you, mistress..." spoken breathlessly from his beak.

In this moment of rest and inaction, the camera pops back to the kitchen. By this time, one of the plates has been cleaned; specifically, the one that had more food on it, and Angel is grabbing more out of the frying pan. He is, in fact, the only one in the kitchen at this time, having chased the other two out so that he could eat the meal Fluttershy had prepared.

The camera then flips back to Fluttershy in the bedroom, removing the comforter from beneath the hippogriff. It seems as though his explosive orgasm has knocked him out cold, meaning he's now asleep, and also confirmed to be wearing Fluttershy's panties on his nose as she removes them to toss into the laundry hamper. She does the same with the rest of her clothes, stripping down to nothing and grabbing a trio of towels.

After tucking him in and leaving the room, she walks past two other cameras to make it into the bathroom, where she immediately jumps into the shower. However, she does not close the curtain. Her showerhead has a low pressure, so that she can clean her bird friends without injuring them. This makes a shower curtain only necessary for privacy reasons, and she's alone in the house, and her friends know not to disturb her at this time.

She starts with her mane, as some of his load ended up splashed in there. Once that's been rinsed, shampooed, rinsed again, and lathered up with conditioner, she pushes that all into a shower cap and does the same to her tail. Once that's wrapped up, she grabs a pouf to lather herself head to toe, then starts rinsing off, letting the water cascade over her body until she's spotless.

But she doesn't stop there. Having been involved in a sexual act for as long as she was and not being eligible to participate, she sits on the edge of the tub, grabs a breast in her left hand, and begins fingering herself with her right. She moans and shudders, apparently forgetting that there's a camera watching her, as she masturbates furiously.

Not needing permission, she finishes herself off quickly, squirting down into the tub before applying a fresh coat of soap. Once that's on, she rinses off, removes the conditioner and grabs the first two towels, wrapping them around her mane and tail, respectively, then dabbing at herself with the third until she's dry. Finally, wrapping it around herself, she leaves the bathroom and moves to the couch, where Angel is now waiting.

"There you are, Angel Bunny," she smiles, sitting down next to him. "Have I kept you waiting long?"

He dives under her towel, crawling up between her breasts to nestle between them.

"Careful, now. That towel's still a little bit damp."

He doesn't seem to care. He's perfectly cushioned between two warm, pillowy mounds.

"I guess you're forgiving me for not having been available to make you lunch today." She leans down and kisses him on the head before wrapping her arms around him and curling up on the couch. "I guess you're okay with having your afternoon nap before lunch, huh? Don't worry; I'll make you a big dinner to make up for it. And even some dessert. What would you like?"

He doesn't answer. Being in such a comfortable place and having eaten so much, Angel is more than happy to have drifted off to sleep already. It's not long at all before Fluttershy joins him, and the whole house goes still until the cameras all turn off due to inactivity.