Fluttershy's Nature Show, Season Two

Fluttershy takes flight, soaring up towards the top of the dumpster. That's where the new queen has gone, apparently, so that's where Fluttershy needs to go.

She plants the camera in the trash can's plastic lid the same way she'd planted it in the wooden fence post earlier, by raising the support up over her head and slamming it down. She has to try twice because it doesn't stick the first time.

"Okay, so... I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but here goes... Since I can't film myself without the camera sitting on the tripod, and I would be unable to move throughout, Twilight devised this device to make the camera follow me around. It's supposed to handle panning and optical zoom, based on my location. I wanted to wait until we were clear of everything, but if our first test has to be a field test, then so be it."

She spins the camera around twice, then points it up her nose again while she fiddles with something on the bottom, then places it back on the tripod with two more spins in the opposite direction.

"Okay, so the camera can't track me, and the device can't even track me. What the device can track is the little tag, here." She holds up a collar with a gemstone that's glowing softly.

"I actually have never been in a position to talk about my stance on collars for the show," she muses, wrapping it around her neck. "I've interacted with a lot of collared pets over the years, many of whom have their own thoughts on collars, and if I am to advocate for the various animals that have worn them... Collars are okay if done correctly. If they're too tight, they're uncomfortable. If they're too loose, they're just going to fall off. For a pet, wearing a collar is like wearing a belt for a pony. You'll notice it at first, and every time you sit down, you'll feel the buckle digging into your gut, but after a little bit, you'll forget that it's there. If you apply it correctly. If you can't fit four fingers in there, it's too tight. If it falls off, it's too loose."

She takes a deep breath. "Okay, enough stalling. Let's see if it works, first..."

She moves to the left, and the camera follows her.

"Panning works. I can't test the zoom without a camera operator, and if I had one of those, we wouldn't need to be testing this. So, assuming that, first, the device works, and second, that I set it up correctly, let's go collect this footage that may or may not be usable."

As she flies off, the camera turns to follow her, and to Twilight's credit, it even successfully zooms in with every fifty metres or so that she travels, ensuring that she doesn't just turn into a speck in the distance. Due to the angle at which she's flying, it's clear that she's once more forgotten her panties.

"Can you still hear me?" she asks. Her voice is a little bit staticky, as if she's broadcasting over a radio. "I don't expect you to answer. That would be silly. Can you see me? I'll wave."

She turns around and waves her hands over her head. It's a little blurry at this distance, but it's still easy enough to see what she does and hear what she's saying.

Suddenly, a buzz comes over the radio as an ant with wings approaches her. She barely manages half of a "hello" before grunting as she's battered with his antennae and legs.

"Exc-cuse me," she grunts. "This is--"

The image is clear enough that it captures some kind of appendage pops out of his abdomen. With a hard sting upward, it punches right into her, which she confirms with a yelp and a whimper.

His legs hold hers in place as he bucks his abdomen a few times, then rips away from her, flying down out of the frame. Now able to move her arms and legs again, Fluttershy spins around, looking for something. As she does, she moves past the threshold where the next level of optical zoom is applied, and everything comes into better focus, too.

"We're going to have to cut this part out," she sighs. "We can't show th--"

She's interrupted as she's grabbed again, this time from behind. The male ant holds her still, smacks her face with his antennae, and the protrusion pops out of his abdomen. It's a little clear tube with three triangular tips that form a cone. As it thrusts up into her pussy the first time, she yelps again. He humps her a few times, each pulse sending a big glob of something white up into her, and when he's done, he pulls out. The triangles have all fanned out, and one of them is just broken most of the way off.

As he leaves, another male takes his place, and then a fourth, and then a fifth. Fluttershy's own abdomen is swollen as the sixth approaches, but by now, she's caught some of her breath. "I'm not the queen!" she gasps, pushing him away. "I know I smell like the queen, but that's a false positive!"

The ant smacks his antennae against her several times, then swipes at her several times with his legs, spraying a new round of oil on her while wiping away the old. He chitters at her, and she nods. "Thank you..."

She glides back down to the lid of the dumpster, panting and visibly uncomfortable. She looks directly into the camera and sighs. "None of that was usable. I'm going to have to tell Twilight to remove all of that." She taps on the lens. "You hear me, Twilight? Cut all of that. You can only use it to confirm whether your device is working right, and then you throw it out."

There's a buzzing noise, dissimilar to that of the various males, approaching her from the left of the frame. It comes to a sudden stop as Fluttershy turns to face it.

"You must be the new queen," she chuckles nervously. "It seems I was mistaken for you. I had some pheromones from your mother. I have... Here." She reached into her bag and pulled out some cake. "I have a gift for you, and quite a phew spermatophores that I should give back..."