Fluttershy's Nature Show, Season Two

Wrapping his tail around one of the rafters, the creature gives it a tug. More than one, actually. He gives it a few, then leans back and hoists himself up. The beam has little issue holding his weight, and neither creaks, bends, cracks nor buckles. It holds, even as he bounces and shifts his weight.

Now hanging upside down, he looks to Fluttershy's body. Grasping at her hips, he pulls her up a bit, then lifts her by the thighs until her knees loop over his hips; between his legs, but around his tail. Folding his legs, he's very easily able to hold her weight, bouncing a few more times to make sure that the beam they're both hanging from can take their weight. Her tits flop around and bump her chin, but no other problems arise.

He starts to rub her breasts once more, now seemingly more comfortable with grabbing them and shifting their weight around, and now able to do so with both hands. He even takes some time to let the camera admire her abdomen, tracing his fingers along the lines of her muscles, which are visible now that her weight has been redistributed.

His tentacle mouth presses against her shoulder through the mask as the camera looks up her body. Where his hips almost meet hers, his cock is starting to poke through her thighs, and with just a small amount of help from his hand, it pops out, making itself very visible.

He slaps the head against the entrance to her pussy a few times, rubbing the tip against her clitoris. The many bristles on the sides pop as they move through her thighs and clack as they bump into each other.

He squeezes his jaws together between his thumb and forefinger, then presses his way into her. He manages to engulf half of his entire length in the first thrust, which is surprising, given his shape. As he pulls out, there are several small slurping sounds; one for every air bubble between his dozens of bristles.

He presses even deeper in, and this time, as he pulls out, two tiny drops of fluid land on the camera lens, lightly blurring parts of the image. As he starts to pick up speed, the slurping noises become more condensed, meaning instead of a bunch of small slurps, it's one big slurp. Little speckles of pussy juice splatter the camera from time to time, but not egregiously so. Most of the image is still viewable.

Fluttershy begins to moan in her sleep, drawing the camera's attention. Her face is almost at a calm rest, albeit with a bit of a smile mixed in. The camera rubs up against her cheek, leaving a bit of a smudge, but clearing away most of the gunk on the lens.

Her face begins to turn red as he turns back to the primary action. He's eagerly pounding into her by now. Were the bristles as hard and sharp as they looked, he'd be rasping through her skin, but the fluid being dragged out of her is completely clear, and his cock is still blue. The only thing turning red is Fluttershy's cheeks.

As he hits his maximum depth, they both start to pant audibly. His hips buck wildly, slapping into her arse cheeks with loud, wet claps that just barely manage to be heard over her mewls of pleasure.

Finally, he pushes hard into her with a powerful grunt, pulling her up a little bit more by tightening her knees for maximum depth. So clear of padding is her gut that his excretion into her womb causes a rapid expansion of her abdomen as it fills up, bloating her out.

And then, all of that pressure disappears. A torrent of sticky green fluid shoots out of her pussy with great force, going up towards the ceiling before raining right back down again, splattering her with a torrent of alien jizz. When the fountain stops, he pulls back, shooting a few more ropes across her tits and face.

He curls his abdomen up, bringing her up with him until her face is right in front of his dick. It's quite terrifying up close, like some kind of polychaete. The jaws open up and close around the sides of her head, and the various squirming tendrils work their way into her mouth. A few more pumps run from the base of his dick to the tip, spewing a liquid inside of her mouth, which she instinctively gulps down, trying to avoid choking on it.

Once he's spent, he wipes his dick clean on her face and mane, leaving it a mess before lowering her back into her bed, staining the sheets. He lowers himself down, as well, taking one last opportunity to squeeze and massage her breasts as his dick slips back up into his slit.

He turns back to the stairwell, grabbing his bag before walking down the stairs and through the front door. After closing it, he tries to take off, but something stops him, and he falls to the ground, and the camera falls off of his face, rolling off to the side.

It's revealed that his foot ended up caught in the garden hose, and after a few small adjustments, he tosses it back into the porch. Only now is there an image of the extra appendages at his knee and elbow opening up, pulling the skin flaps taut, like the wings of a dragon, while still leaving his hands and forearms completely free. With these wings, he flies quickly back to the Everfree, and a few minutes after his arrival, a bright red object shoots out of the trees, leaving only a small smoke trail behind it as evidence.

Nothing else much happens for the next four hours of footage. The sun rises. A few birds fly by. A rooster crows half a dozen times. The Ponyville Elementary bell rings.

There are some footsteps approaching, and only then does Twilight pick up the camera. "What's this?" she wonders aloud, rolling it over in her hands. After a little bit, she gasps. "It's brilliant! A hands-free flashlight! I wonder how Fluttershy ended up with one of these in her yard?" She shrugs. "I guess we should hold onto it for a bit and see if the owner comes back..."

The screen goes black as she presses a button. The camera has been turned off.