Fluttershy's Nature Show, Season Two

by Kiernan

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Comedy, Non-consensual, Fluttershy, Sex, Anthology, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 46620

Fluttershy is back to expand your knowledge about the creatures that inhabit the world of Equestria!

After the wildly popular series of video cassette tapes that was very very popular with teen colts for some reason, Twilight is encouraging Fluttershy to once again take to the camera and inform the children of Equestria about the various creatures that inhabit their land. With Twilight behind the camera and Fluttershy displaying her knowledge of Equestria's creatures, this season promises to be both informative and entertaining.

That is, if the animals will behave themselves this time...

Warning: Contains beastiality, and a lot of it.

Published 2024-05-31 21:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-07-29 18:51:05 UTC

Episode Two: Cerpress, Part Two

The cerpress stands over Fluttershy, lowering his snout to her soft folds. As he takes a long, deep inhale of her cunt, his chest presses open her wings. Despites the fact that his body is pretty much made of wood, he almost seems to flex, showing off his masculinity as the bark ripples and cracks.

"Don't hurt yourself, now," urges Fluttershy, reaching back and spreading her skin.

The cerpress vocalises at her again.

"Yeah, I realise that, now. I thought you were facing the other direction. I didn't mean to rub your balls like that."

He bleats again, then starts licking her. It's not a slow, sensual lick, but a series of quick ones. Not like he was dragging his tongue against her for pleasure, but because she has something on her that he needs to lap up. She moans as he presses his lips firmly against her slit, and the way the moss on his throat moves makes it look like he's gulping something down.

Before long, however, he climbs up on top of her, displaying his bright red cock to the camera. Rather than the mossy green or dark brown of his outer coat, and much unlike the woody nature of the timberwolves, the cerpress has a more mammalian build at its core, as if it's more an animal than a plant.

His dick is long and slender, with a conical tip. It still has roughly the texture of tree bark. His balls, however, while woody in appearance, have the exact springiness of skin, if the way they sway is any indication.

After running his dick between her butt cheeks for a minute or two, he pulls back a bit and presses forward. His dick seems to disappear, and her abdomen starts to bulge out just a little bit. This is made more visible as her shirt begins to slip up her body, revealing that she neglected to wear a bra, too.

"You... have to hurry up," Fluttershy pants through her moaning. "Twilight's supposed to be... coming back shortly."

With a strong snort, the cerpress begins to buck his hips, thrusting up into Fluttershy as he goes. He hooks his hooves around her hips, scratching up her skin as he pumps rather roughly. His balls start swinging as he lets out a loud vocalisation.

"No, it doesn't fit because you're too big!" Fluttershy argues back. "I'm not a doe, and I'm much smaller than you. It has nothing to do with me resisting!"

He bleats at her again, gnashing his teeth as he does.

"And were they cerpress?"

He grunts.

"It most certainly is important! That's the crux of my whole statement!"

He puts one of his hooves squarely on her back and pushes her down, pushing the bulge just a bit deeper. Fluttershy can be heard sucking on her teeth between the cerpress's grunts, as if she were resisting the urge to cry out from it.

A moment later, he pulls away, and a thick yellow-brown goop starts dripping from where they were connected. As a few last ropes of sticky sap spew from the tip of his cock onto her thighs, she sits up.

"There. That should have calmed you down, right?"

Apparently, the next grunt means no, as he hops up on her again, wrapping his hooves around her shoulders this time, rather than her hips. The look of shock on her face is short lived as he positions himself for better entry, which just happens to be facing directly away from the camera.

The new angle shows off his balls even more than before, clearly showing the little conical nub down at the bottom of each one. They're big, and hang fairly low, but not so low as to obscure Fluttershy's throat, which is starting to bulge as he pushes her head down onto his dick, stuffing her with his girth.

Fluttershy's moans can be heard through her rough gulping as her hands come up from the bottom of the screen, gripping the backs of his thighs. His skin stretches and flexes as her fingers squeeze, making his anus very visible, even beneath his tail. It's pretty clear that she's not trying to push him off as he begins to thrust into her mouth.

His balls audibly slap against her chin as she grunts and moans. She also begins to drift toward the bottom of the frame as she succumbs to his weight. When he stops and rests, her hair continues to bob, as if she's moving her head independently of his actions.

Before too long, his balls tense up, clutching to his body as something is being visibly pushed in waves down Fluttershy's throat. She gulps and chokes, reaching out and rubbing his balls with her left hand until they start to loosen up and slide down into her hand. Slowly, she pulls away, making a slurping sound with her lips as the cerpress lowers his hooves to the ground. Finally, his dick pops free as the last of his spurts hit Fluttershy's face.

"My goodness. You really were pent up."

He groans in response.

"Well, two is going to have to be enough. Now, help me clean up. Twilight's going to be back any minute."

The cerpress does no such thing, pouting and sauntering a few steps away before flopping down on the ground and disguising himself as a bush.

"Hey! I did something nice for you. Can't you help even a little bit?"

He groans.

"But it's your mess. Can't you pretty please clean it up?"

After no further responses, Twilight's voice rings out from behind the camera. In a rush, Fluttershy stuffs her breasts back into her shirt, wipes the sappy cum off of her face, then sucks off what's stuck to her hands.

"There you are," sighs Twilight, presently coming into frame. "It looks like you're all sweaty. It's not that hot out here, is it?"

Fluttershy takes the water bottle she's offered, one of twelve in a crate. "No, I think it's just a bit of stress. I mean, it's a little warm, but I think it was just because we started filming again after such a long break. And also because my guest star decided he was going to wander off and take a nap."

Twilight throws her head back and grunts in frustration. "This is going to be a long trip..."

Episode Four: Sphinx, Part One

"Are you sure this is the best place to spot them?" asks Twilight, zooming in on a sea of blue. "I'm not seeing any."

"Well, actually, no." The camera turns to Fluttershy, who is cranking a winch. After a moment, she looks to the camera. "What?"

"You said we were coming out here to film them. If this isn't the best place, then why did we come all the way out here?"

Fluttershy points over the starboard bow and the camera follows, revealing a shore several kilometres away. "Over there is the north shore, where the females live." The camera turns around and looks off the port side. Just a dozen or so metres away is another shore. "The males live on this side. So, if we want to see both, this is where they come together."

"Wouldn't we have just as much luck on the other shore?"

Fluttershy shakes her head. "They always come to the south shores. Never the north."

"Why?"

"Oh, it'll be obvious when you see them."

"So, that's why we're here on the south side..."

"Well, it's safer, too. The females can be pretty aggressive. The males are far more benevolent."

"How so?"

"Well, the females have been known to eat anyone that can't answer their riddles, whereas the males will just turn you away."

"Riddles?" The camera starts shaking as Twilight's voice rises in pitch, as if she's suddenly very excited.

"I thought you might like that... Oh, look!"

The camera turns and zooms in. Something that looks like a lion with a human head is on the edge of the shore, its face down near the water. As it rises and a few drops run down its chin, the camera zooms in to show that its nose is missing, replaced with a large scar.

"That's a male sphinx. They usually have noses, but I guess this one's seen some fighting."

He stares at the boat as it approaches, having locked eyes with the camera.

"Are you sure it's the females that are aggressive?" asks Twilight. "He looks quite intent on jumping to the boat..."

"Of course I'm sure. The males are herbivorous."

A screech from above draws the attention of the camera upwards to another human-headed lion, this one with wings.

"That's a female sphinx," confirms Fluttershy. "Now you can see why the south shore is where the two sides meet."

"So, the males can neither fly nor swim?"

"Oh, they can swim. But the shores are several kilometres away from each other. It's not an easy swim. It can be a fast flight, though. Just a couple of minutes."

As Fluttershy says this, the female sphinx turns and starts diving toward the boat. The camera starts shaking. "Didn't you say that the females eat things like us?"

"They do, yes," answers Fluttershy. "That's why I brought you along."

"What?!"

"Because you're good at riddles."

"And you expect me to--"

Twilight does not finish her sentence as everything starts shaking. Even when she stabilises the camera against the mast, the horizon sways back and forth between being flat and listing to the port side. Then another impact is heard as the boat shifts and shakes once more, this time in the opposite direction.

When the deck finally settles, the camera swings around to show that both the male and female sphinx are on the deck. The female begins to step forward, but the male puts his paw on her breast. Oddly, the sphinx's breasts are located nearer her shoulders, protruding from just below her clavicle. And rather than the normal breasts that point downward, these point forward.

"That is my prey," hisses the female.

"That is unfinished prey," hisses the male back. "Let them cook..."

"They talk..." Twilight says breathlessly.

"Of course they do," answers Fluttershy. "I told you, they like riddles."

"Yeah, but you also said that mouse liked long stories, and all it did was squeak!"

"The prey talks to other prey, does it?" murrs the female, licking her sharp teeth.

"We are doing a nature show," proclaims Fluttershy. "We're here to show the majesty, the cunning, and the strength of the mighty sphinx. We ask you, with the utmost respect, for your blessing in this quest, that we may show others the grandeur of your kind."

The male steps forward. "This one is intriguing. I shall begin this challenge. Answer me these riddles three, and I shall spare your life."

"I'm hungry!" growls the female, turning to Twilight. "If you wish to stay alive, you will solve these riddles five!"

"Wait your turn!" snaps the male, once more smacking the female to keep her back. "I will start this off." He steps forward, and Fluttershy steps into frame to join him. "It calls the sun to cross the sky each morning. Each night, it sees its matrons to bed. It is the only chicken that does not lay any eggs. What is it?"

Twilight scoffs. "I'll have you know that I studied chickens, and I believe you will find that all of the different varieties of chickens lay eggs."

"It's a riddle, Twilight," assures Fluttershy. "There's going to be some wordplay. It's all about thinking outside of the box." She sighs. "Now, I have raised a lot of chickens in my day, and even some things that look like chickens, but aren't. Every hen that I've seen, save for those that were too young or too old, have been laying eggs rapidly. That's just how chickens are. The fact that you said "matrons" makes me think young, but there's only one type of chicken that calls for the sun to cross the sky." She takes a deep breath. "You are describing a rooster."

He scoffs. "All chickens roost."

"She means a male chicken," interjects Twilight. "Male chickens are called roosters."

"Are they, now? We had always used another name for them..."

"Oh, right," nods Fluttershy. "What I meant to say was "cock." You're describing a cock."

"Indeed so," nods the male. "Number two: Silently, it walks in the black of night, searching for its prey. Wingless, they live in the trees. Hunters, they are, and solitary, and yet, they are taken into homes to be used as pets, offering nothing but companionship. What are they?"

"It's a dog, isn't it?" whispers Twilight. "They were wolves, once, and they offer companionship now."

Fluttershy shakes her head. "Pussycats."

"That is correct," answers the male. "Indeed, you and your kind have always had a fascination with small pussies."

"Last one," affirms Fluttershy.

"Long and slender, spewing fluid from its mouth. Sometimes with a hood, or with a broad head. Men run from it, women faint before it, and it always manages to worm its way into a tight hole. And when its tip begins to vibrate, the sound turns all but the bravest away."

Fluttershy just scoffs. "Easy. It's a snake."

Episode Five: Sphinx, Part Two

The male sphinx pulls Fluttershy closer to him, stepping so that he's standing over her. "This one has answered my riddles, and is now under my protection." Fluttershy snuggles up to his soft fur, staying beneath him as he moves back out of frame.

The female sphinx hisses. "I can still eat this one," she snarls, leering at Twilight.

"I-I have a riddle for you," interjects Twilight. "Or, wait, you said if I answered your riddles, you wouldn't eat me!"

"I said I wouldn't kill you," corrects the sphinx. "You can live without a leg, can't you?"

"Ask your riddles," chimes the male from off camera. "The prey is unfinished if she has not given thought to her answers."

The female hisses again, then puffs out her chest. "Very well. Let us see if you can fathom the answer to this riddle: Doomed to run from place to place, ever chasing, ever chased. And though I'm always travellin', I rarely change the place I'm in."

Twilight slumps down, setting the camera off to the side. Fluttershy and the male sphinx come into view as Twilight starts to think, hemming and hawing out of frame. As she does, the male sphinx leans down and whispers something into Fluttershy's ear. She lowers her head a bit, but continues to listen as his face slowly starts to contort into a grin. Fluttershy's face starts to turn red, and she nods slowly.

The male sphinx lowers his head, sniffing at Fluttershy's neck with the holes where his nose used to be. Slowly, his paw wraps around her waist and pulls her back, letting her body disappear under him. She shifts and shudders a bit, then a pair of pink panties flops onto the deck at her feet.

"Aha!" exclaims Twilight. "I see, now. You were referring to a river!"

"Quite correct," the female growls. "You see a boat filled with people. You look away, and look back to see that there is not a single passenger nor crew member aboard. The boat has neither sunk, nor capsised, nor has anyone left the boat. In addition, no one has gone below deck. How do you explain this?"

Twilight sighs. "I'm assuming that, the first time I saw the boat, my eyes weren't just playing tricks on me? It'd be a real shame if the answer was "the boat was full of mannequins of cardboard standees." I actually saw real people the first time?"

"That is accurate, yes."

"Okay..."

As Twilight ponders the implication, the male turns sideways to find a more balanced grip for his paws against the side wall of the ship, rather than the flat surface of the deck. This gives the camera a better view of his penis, which seems to be quite large. Then again, he's quite large, himself. Beneath his tail, a large furry pair of balls protrudes, bouncing softly with every step he takes.

Fluttershy spreads her legs, and the barbed tip begins to prod its way in. It's difficult to see its colour, as it's hidden in shadow, but the shape is crystal clear, silhouetted against the bright blue sky. While the veins can't be seen, the bulges where they crest over the edges can, and they are throbbing already.

Suddenly, his hips move forward, and a large bulge instantly protrudes from Fluttershy's belly. Instantly, her hands bolt up to cover her mouth, keeping her from shouting out. She doesn't seem to want to distract Twilight from her riddle.

"I see," answers Twilight. "Very clever wordplay, but I have it now! The reason there's not a single person aboard the ship is because it's couples only! Married or engaged. Filled with people, but not a single one among them."

"In marble walls as white as milk, draped in curtains soft as silk, within a fountain crystal clear, a golden apple does appear. No doors are there to this stronghold, yet thieves break in to steal the gold. What is it?" The female sphinx is clearly frustrated, as her voice is becoming more scratchy and desperate.

The sound of Twilight drumming her fingers is all that could be heard as the male sphinx begins to hump forward and backward, at a slow pace at first. If the horizon is any indication, the boat is rocking no more than usual as he drives his entire length into her over and over again. After a couple of minutes, Fluttershy lets her hands fall away from her mouth, content in her ability to keep quiet, or at least more confident in her mouth than in her balance, as her hands are now gripping the elbows of the sphinx.

He begins to change it up a bit, doing two fast thrusts, followed by a slower, longer, deeper one. With the deeper thrusts, Fluttershy's face begins to poke out from below his chest, with her eyes rolled back and her tongue hanging out. She's very obviously pushing against him, trying to shove him deeper, especially as he begins to pant silently. No sound, but the movements are very obvious.

"I didn't expect this to be so hard," groans Twilight.

"Neither did I," moans Fluttershy.

"But I'm not going to let something like a tough riddle take advantage of me. I'm going to hold myself up, I'm going to push back against it, and I'm going to take it like a mare!"

"Yes!"

"The answer to your riddle is: an egg!"

"Lucky guess!" growls the female sphinx. "There are two sisters. One gives birth to another, and the second in turn gives birth to the first."

Twilight scoffs. "Oh, please. That one's obvious. It's day and night! Make your last riddle an actual challenge..."

"Ah, right, five riddles," gasps Fluttershy. "How many are left?"

"One riddle remains," snarls the female sphinx.

"Two," corrects Twilight. "One for me to answer, and then one for you."

The sphinx snarls again, and barks out her last riddle. "What is it that is never scared, yet can become petrified, cannot make a bird, yet with ease can make a bat, cannot live inside of a house, but would die for the chance to be in one? It will reach for the sky, yet clutch to the ground, and though it may one day leave, it is always around." She chuckles. "You'd better answer correctly. This is your last chance to make it out alive."

Episode Six: Sphinx, Part Three

"Time is running out, little prey," chuckles the female sphinx from behind the camera. "Soon, you will be my lunch..."

"You never said anything about a time limit!" snaps Twilight. "You can't just change the rules in the middle of the game like that, either!"

"Who said anything about the rules changing? There was no point where I said there was no time limit."

"But if you don't tell the other player about the time limit, they'll assume there isn't one!"

"By all means, keep arguing with me," snickered the sphinx. "Your time can run out, you can forget what the question was, you can become flustered and guess wrong... All good options."

"Oh, shit..."

As Twilight falls silent, the sphinx covers Fluttershy's already quiet moaning by shoving his tongue into her mouth. They are really going at it now, the slapping of their thighs muffled by the sphinx's thick fur and drowned out by the wind.

Her fingers curl around his muscles, digging into his biceps as she squeezes and grips. What parts of her face are sticking out from between his front legs are slightly sweaty, and her hair is an absolute mess.

Twilight is currently still turned away, evidenced by the fact that she bumps the camera with her hand. It shows her skirt coming into frame, and the outer seams of her blue and white striped panties show what direction she's facing. Given the fact that there's a female sphinx that wants to eat her presumably behind the camera, it would make sense that she would be focusing on that.

"Time's up in three... two... o--"

"It's a tree!" shouts Twilight. "You're talking about a tree!"

The sphinx is quiet for a moment, then begins to growl.

"I have won your game," declares Twilight. "And I did it fair and square. I didn't even change the rules on you in the middle."

The sphinx snorts. "Go on, then. Ask your riddle."

"Gladly." Twilight clears her throat, covering a whimpering moan as Fluttershy is close to cumming. "What is it that costs nothing, but is worth more than anything, that weighs nothing, but carries a lot of weight, is formed quickly, but lasts a lifetime, that contains no medicine, but always leaves you feeling your best, that one person cannot own, but two can share?"

The boat shifts, pushing Fluttershy back as her foot steps backward for balance, driving the male's cock as deep into her as it's ever been. It is there that he stops, pushing her down onto his shaft, growling softly. A bulge begins to form in Fluttershy's abdomen, growing in stages that seem to coincide with the clenching of his balls.

Fluttershy is stunned, her eyes bulging out of her head. She'd be crying out in pleasure at the feeling of being so filled, were it not for the very large tongue that is snaking its way down her throat.

As the male sphinx pulls his face away, Fluttershy can't help but to suck on his tongue, making a soft slurping sound. It's barely audible, but the rush of air as it slips free of her lips almost sounds like a gasp.

"See, there? She knows what the answer is," taunts Twilight.

"Are you sure about that?" snarls the sphinx. "I would say she's not even thinking of the riddle right now."

"That's right," insists Twilight. "First of all, she already knows the answer. She figured it out. Why would she keep trying to come up with an answer when she already knows what it is? Second, it's not something she should even have to think about, as it's just that simple."

"I think not..."

"That's only because you have yet to figure it out. I'm not even setting a time limit."

Slowly, Fluttershy pulls herself off of the male, keeping a hand pressed against her stomach to keep his barbs compressed. It takes a minute, but she slips free, dropping down to her knees. The puddle of semen gushes out of her cunt, pooling on the deck. As it does, a few more spurts shoot onto her back and drain down her body, with her being too tired to wipe it off, and too shy to complain. This does, however, leave a large amount of evidence of the fact that she and the sphinx just had sex.

"I know the answer," snorts the female sphinx. "It is a rivalry."

Twilight scoffs. "Does a rivalry always make you feel your best? Do you feel better after losing to someone that has bested you?" She pauses. "I think not. That's the wrong answer."

"It is the right answer," snaps the sphinx. "What else can it be?"

"Friendship," answers Twilight. "It costs nothing, it is worth everything, weighs nothing, but carries a lot of weight, forms quickly, but lasts a lifetime, conta--"

"Many of my friendships are over, now," the sphinx retorts. "You lose."

"Then it's not true friendship," counters Twilight. "If they really cared about you, they'd stand by your side. And if you cared about them, you'd do the same."

She snorts again. "You can fuck right off. You and your little slut back there."

As the flap of wings is heard, the sudden imbalance of weight causes the boat to rock violently to either side, and the camera falls to the deck, only being picked up again once everything calms down. Twilight turns the camera back to Fluttershy and the male sphinx, who are both washed clean, covered in the water that splashed over them. The pool of seminal fluid that was on the deck, as well as the pair of panties Fluttershy had left next to it, have been washed overboard.

"Well, that was rude of her," condemns Twilight, wiping the camera lens. "Threatening to eat me, changing the rules, running off when she was proven wrong. I was going to offer her some friendship when I finished the riddle, but if she just wants to storm off like that, I guess not."

"Eh. Don't worry about her," waves the male. "I will be your friend."

"See, Twilight?" smiles Fluttershy. "The males are strong, loyal, and benevolent. The--"

"IF," he interrupts, "you can answer me these riddles three..." He smiles slyly, grinning at Twilight.

"Okay," sighs Twilight. "I'm all warmed up. Tell me your riddles, so we can start filming the actual show."

Episode Seven: Hydra, Part One

Author's Note

The following trio of episodes contain mild violence and partial vore. Viewer discretion is advised.

Episode Seven: Hydra, Part One

"And that's all I have to do?"

"Well, you also have to make sure it's pointed at me..."

The video shifts from a flat sea of brown to Fluttershy standing ankle-deep in a bog, wearing boots that come up to her knees.

"And why couldn't Twilight have been here to do this, again?"

Fluttershy sighs. "I've told you that twice already. How many times do you need to hear it, Rainbow?"

"Twice," answers Rainbow, adjusting the frame. "I just want it on camera."

Fluttershy reaches up and rubs her face. "You know this isn't going in the episode, right? This part's going to be cut out, and no one's ever going to see it."

"I know. I'm going to cut it out myself and hold onto this little piece. Just for fun."

"I don't think tormenting your friends is fun, but if it means we can move on, fine. Twilight isn't here because today, we're studying the hydra, and the last time we were here and encountered a hydra, she almost died."

There's a pause.

"Well, last time, you just said she was scared of this place. You didn't say she almost died. That changes everything. I can't tease her with something like that anymore!"

"You shouldn't be teasing in the first place."

"Hey, I only tease in good fun. It's different when you're actually hurting someone, instead of just poking at them." She sighs. "You're right, Fluttershy. I'm sorry I asked."

"I forgive you. And Twilight will, too. Now come on, let's go find that hydra."

Fluttershy turns and starts trudging through the mire, with Rainbow Dash following right behind her. For a moment, the only sound that can be heard is the wet sucking sound of their boots sloshing through the mud.

"Why do we have to wear the boots, again? What's wrong with just going barefoot?"

"Leeches," answers Fluttershy. "They live all over this place. Here, and back at Beaverly Lake. I mean, they're cute, but I don't want to take them out of their home or fill any of our many swimming lakes with parasites. You understand."

"Most of it, yeah."

"Just most of it?"

"Well, not why you think leeches are cute. I mean, have you looked at their mouths?"

"With the three-pronged jaws and the fact that they have sixty teeth that all face inward? Yes, I'm aware of what leeches and lampreys look like."

"And you still think they're cute?"

Fluttershy looks back, smiles, and nods.

"Sometimes, I wonder why we're friends... This revelation has me scratching my head."

"That's lice, not leeches."

"Parasites, all of them."

"Well, you're no-- quiet down." Fluttershy lowers her voice, then beckons Rainbow over as she moves into the bushes. "Look, over there."

The camera peers through the bush, and a large, four-headed hydra appears on the other side.

"Are we rolling?" whispers Fluttershy.

"Yeah," whispers Rainbow back. "No way am I missing this beastie..."

"Okay." Fluttershy takes a deep breath. "We've just come across a hydra in his natural habitat. Fans of the show know that I've walked right up to manticores and timberwolves with no problem. You might then be confused as to why I'm not just sauntering up to the hydra. This is because, even with manticores being dangerous, they can be handled safely by a professional such as myself. Even dragons can be interacted with safely if you know how. Hydras, on the other hoof, are actually inherently dangerous. Do not approach a hydra, ever."

"What happens if you do?" asks Rainbow.

The hydra cries out with three of its four heads, then the fourth joins in.

"Let's just leave it at the fact that they eat creatures smaller than them. And since we're smaller than they are, being in range of its mouth is probably a bad idea."

"You sayin' I can't take this thing on?" scoffs Rainbow. "I take that as a challenge."

"This one probably won't kill you," noted Fluttershy. "That bellow he just let out was a mating call. He's looking for a female."

"So, there's probably a female around here, huh? All we have to do is find her and bring her here."

One of the hydra heads turns to face the camera.

"Just because he's calling for a mate doesn't mean there's one here," clarifies Fluttershy. "If I called Spike's name, he wouldn't show up. He's nowhere near here."

The hydra begins to approach slowly, keeping its heads low.

"Well, yeah, but why would he be making so much noise if he didn't think it was going to do any good? Clearly, there's something out here."

"The reason he's being loud is to broadcast as far away as he can. That way, he can call the female to him no matter how far away she is. The louder he calls, the further his voice carries. If he wants it to go really far, he'll be really loud."

Standing right over them, he lets out a powerful roar that peaks the microphone.

"Yeah, like that," whimpers Fluttershy. "Run!"

Immediately, the view goes blurry, and the flapping of wings covers most other sounds. This lasts for a minute or so, then Rainbow's voice comes back as the view stabilises. "Woohoo! That was quite the rush! Sure was fun to avoid him, wasn't it, Fluttershy?"

Silence follows the question.

"Fluttershy?"

A scream comes from below, and the camera turns quickly to see Fluttershy with her right leg caught in the mouth of one of the hydra's heads, the one with the longest neck.

"Hold on, Fluttershy! I'm coming!"

The camera starts spinning, coming to a hard stop when it hits the ground, bouncing a little bit, but soon coming to a rest with the image slightly skewed. That is, it's tilted ten to fifteen degrees to the left. Thankfully, it's pointed at the hydra, so everything is visible as Rainbow comes in to punch it in the throat hard enough to cause it to cough up Fluttershy's leg.

Fluttershy tries to fly away, and does manage to, but as she turns around, another head and neck wraps around Rainbow and starts squeezing her. She had been doing well against the head that had grabbed Fluttershy, and even against a second head, she was managing to hold, but the second that a third head with a third brain came up from behind, she was bound.

She's still fighting, though, as she manages to kick away the heads that approach her from below, or let them bite their own neck.

"Go on!" shouts Rainbow. "I'll be fine!"

Episode Eight: Hydra, Part Two

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Episode Nine: Hydra, Part Three

As Rainbow is being railed, one of the hydra heads snakes its tongue down her throat, while another starts to lick her breasts. The other two heads are starting to pant, with one of them even scrunching up his face. Very clearly, it's gearing up for some kind of release, and given the fact that it has three dicks that are rapidly pumping in and out of Rainbow repeatedly, it's not that hard to figure out what.

Despite his closeness, however, he manages to hold off, pulling Rainbow off of his dick and rolling onto his back as most of his heads pull away from her.

"H-hey! Don't quit on me, now!" shouts Rainbow. "I'm not finished with you, yet!"

He's not finished with her, either, as he pulls her back to his crotch. He lines up one of his cocks with her pussy and two with her arsehole.

"What are you...!!" Rainbow's eyes shoot open wide as she realises what's about to happen. "Hey! That's the wrong configuration, dude! It won't fit that way!"

The head that was in her mouth narrows his eyes at her, smirking. It's possible that he understands her, but is ignoring her. Or perhaps he knows exactly what he's doing, and is being intentionally cruel. Or it may even be that he doesn't understand her at all, and he just has to sneeze. There is no way of knowing without him being able to say.

Regardless of his understanding or not, he makes clear his intentions as Rainbow is pushed down onto his multiple cocks. Having a better view from this angle, it seems as if he has no balls.

In fact, if Fluttershy were here, she may have informed the viewer that the hydra, like most lizards, keeps its testicles on the inside, much like they do with their penises when not in use. That, or she'd still be trying to stop the hydra, or perhaps even be astounded by the fact that Rainbow is clearly enjoying her romp with the massive creature. As she's not here, there is no way to know for certain what she might do.

With an admittedly feminine moan, most unbecoming of Rainbow Dash, she manages to take two giant hydra cocks in her arse at the same time. Her face is completely frozen. Whether it is pain she is experiencing, pleasure, or both, what she is feeling is beyond her wildest imaginings, as she can no longer form the coherent thoughts necessary to convey her feelings.

For a few moments, she just rides, completely unresponsive to any stimulus from outside. It is only from the inside that she can feel anything, and that side isn't talking. Not so much as a moan or a scream escapes her lips, which is quite odd because they're wide open.

Before too long, though, the hydra pushes her down all the way, and all of the hydra heads take the same expression; that of a silly, foolish person. This gooned-out state is followed by a groan, culminating in a large amount of white gunk shooting out of Rainbow's crotch.

As Rainbow falls backward, the hydra unwraps itself from her, revealing that her belly is engorged and distended. It's slowly going down as the fluid drains from her body, but it's still pretty full, especially since he has yet to pull free.

One of the mouths grabs her by the arm and pulls her up. She's pretty limp and glistening with sweat. It's obvious that she just went through something vigourous.

The head that has her swings her around to another, which snaps at him for doing so. He offers it to another head which sneers and growls. The last one wraps around her midsection and squeezes, causing a large volume of cum to gush out of her with great force.

Once she's empty, her body is lowered into the mud and dragged back and forth, wiping off what remains of the seminal fluid and replacing it with mud. Now that she's free of any signs of his spunk, he washes himself off, too, drowning his seed in the mire as his penises slip back into his cloaca.

He lifts Rainbow up into the air, and one of the heads positions itself beneath her, opening its jaws wide. Its tongue wraps around her legs, pulling her down into its waiting maw. First, her feet disappear from view, then her knees. As her hips move past his lips, a bulge begins to form in his throat. It grows wider as more and more of Rainbow slides into his throat, until his mouth closes around her, and he swallows her whole.

And then a rope suddenly tightens around his neck, right beneath where Rainbow's body is. The rope tightens, causing him to gag as he loses the ability to breathe, and also to swallow.

"Yee-haw!" shouts Applejack as she swings around the other necks of the hydra. "Looks like we made it just in tha nick a' time!" As Applejack continues to strangle the beast, it's made obvious that she entered the swamp barefoot. Her signature cowgirl boots are missing from her feet, which are covered in mud.

One of the hydra heads that's asphyxiating reaches back toward where Applejack is, intent on biting her, but it's blown back by a blast of magic. "Stay back, you brutish beast!" booms Rarity's voice as she soon comes into frame, wearing Applejack's boots so as to be protected from the mud. "How dare you tear open my spectacularly-made sports uniform! Now I'll have to make another!"

After a few more snaps, and blasts of magic, the hydra is beginning to turn blue, and with a swift kick in the throat from Applejack, the hydra coughs and gags, causing Rainbow to come out, covered in saliva and half-conscious. Only when she's out does Fluttershy fly in and grab her, flying right back out again. Applejack releases her grip on the hydra, delivering one more hard kick in the throat before dismounting and running up to the camera, grabbing it and running away.

After a minute or so of just slopping and gurgling sounds and blurry, brown video, the camera is set sideways on the ground. "How is she?" asks Applejack.

"She's spent, but unharmed," pants Fluttershy.

"Ya know, we coulda been here sooner if'n we didn't hafta swap shoes..."

"Don't be ridiculous, Applejack," snorts Rarity. "You think I could run all the way out here in platform pumps? It's hard enough just to walk in those things. If I hadn't switched to your boots, I'd just be exiting the city limits now. And that would have simply been too late."

"What matters is, we have Rainbow back," finishes Fluttershy. "She'll even be fine. How do you feel, Rainbow?"

As the screen is mostly grass at this point, it's hard to see anything, but Rainbow's arm does peek through the foliage as she gives a thumbs-up. Or down, depending on where she's laying, but probably up.

"Awesome..."

Episode Ten: Bear, Part One

"Oh, yeah. I went to see her today, and she was just fine."

Fluttershy sighs. "Oh, good. I'm glad she's recovering. I hope she's not too mad at me."

"Don't be ridiculous," snorts Twilight. "Rainbow Dash is already ready to forgive you. After all, you brought the ponies that saved her, and the whole reason she fought the hydra to begin with was to save you. That's just who she is. You don't have to worry about her."

"Yes, I do," gulps Fluttershy. "That's just who I am. I can't pretend that I'm not the sort of pony who wouldn't worry about an injured friend. Of course I'm worried about her."

"Trust me, she's fine. Rainbow's been through worse scrapes than that."

"Okay..." Fluttershy takes a deep breath. "At least we're doing something safe today."

"Oh, right. I forgot to look at the schedule. What animal are we looking at today?"

"A grizzly bear."

The camera stops moving through the trees and Fluttershy takes several steps before turning around. "Twilight?"

Twilight clears her throat. "A grizzly bear?"

"Yeah."

"That's what you call "safe?""

Fluttershy sighs. "Twilight, Harry's a good friend of mine. You spotted him at my last critter picnic. He was the one serving tea, remember?"

"I do not."

Fluttershy scoffs. "He and Rainbow went to the beach in May. He was there to play seashells and collect volleyballs."

"I think you're mixing up the details..."

Fluttershy thinks for a moment, then smiles as realisation washes over her. "You're right, forgive me. He went to the beach with me, and Rainbow Dash was already there."

"No, I mean... Nevermind."

"Relax, Twilight," smiles Fluttershy, trekking back to put a hand on Twilight's shoulder. The camera tilts down to between Fluttershy's breasts as she comes closer. "Harry is one of the nicest bears around. He doesn't even eat ponies like us."

Twilight sighs. "Okay. I'll take your word for it."

"Oh, you don't have to do that. You'll see how pleasant he is when you meet him. Again."

Before too long, they come across a cave. Or at least, it looks like one until they step inside. There are miniature skylights, big, open chambers that have little holes in the walls that are decorated with little things, and even a makeshift bed.

"This feels more like a house than a cave," notes Twilight.

"Harry's a very classy guy. He's fixed the place up to the best of his abilities, and it even looks like he cleaned up for our visit. Last time, that carving was covered in dust."

Twilight turns to the roots that line one of the walls that have been woven to resemble shelving. There are some wooden carvings, some of which are discernable as actual carvings of creatures. Most of them are fish, but it's pretty clear that he can tell the difference between salmon and bass. Or if he can't, he can at least put all of the details of a bass to one block of wood, and all of the salmon details to another. Clearly, these are different fish. Then there are other carvings, like a cat, a squirrel, and a flat-ish plank that kind of looks like Fluttershy's face. It definitely has her hairstyle, though her nose is too high, and her eyes are slightly lopsided.

"He carved these himself?"

"Most of them," confirms Fluttershy. "He's a real patron of the arts. And if you think that's a good one, you should see the one he's currently working on. Of course, you'll have to turn off the camera for that. He doesn't want to show it off until it's ready."

"And you're sure he's friendly?"

Fluttershy shook her head. "Twilight, he's fine. He's not going to hurt us."

As if in response to Fluttershy's claim, a very large, very angry bear roars at them from behind the camera. Twilight turns around and can't help but shake the camera as she points it at the massive brown beast before her.

"Excuse me?" growls Fluttershy back at him. "That language is not for civil tongues, mister!"

The bear growls again, then lowers down to the floor.

"That's better. Here, let me help you with that."

Fluttershy straddles the bear's back, showing off her mint green panties as she grabs ahold of his left shoulder and starts yanking, bending and twisting, causing the bear to yelp out a few times, then start cooing as she finds the right spot to knead with her elbows.

"I'll bet it does. What were you doing that damaged your shoulder so badly?"

He growls and vocalises a bit, but it's not very loud.

"Oh, how thoughtful!"

He then lets out a soft roar, followed by a snort.

"How awful!"

"Care to clue me in?" asks Twilight.

"Oh, sorry," bows Fluttershy. "Harry found some baby birds just sitting on the ground. He found the nest just up above, and lifted the chicks back up to safety. But then the branch he was holding onto snapped, and he fell and hit his shoulder on a rock. See how it's all swollen?"

The camera looks a bit closer, but the swelling is invisible through all of the thick fur. What is visible is that the fur is not knotted or tangled, but still a bit whipped, crimped and dirty. Like a shaggy dog that had a bath and had its coat brushed and dried, then went outside a few hours later to roll around in the autumn leaves. For how soiled his coat could be, it's actually very clean, and even shiny in some places, as if he had run a brush through it this very morning.

"You know, I can kind of buy that this particular bear would come to a tea party, now."

Harry tilts his head to the side, letting out a confused croon.

"She is. I tried to tell her you've met before, but she wasn't so convinced. She was at that critter picnic, too."

"Okay, okay," waved Twilight. "I'm big enough to admit that I was wrong. I'm mature enough to acknowledge that I'm capable of forgetting things."

"We forgive you," smiles Fluttershy.

Harry looks up at Fluttershy, furrowing his brow.

"Yes, you do. Or I could stop massaging your shoulder, and we can go on now?"

He lowers his head and snorts in acceptance that he's ready to accept Twilight's apology, whether he likes it or not.

Episode Eleven: Bear, Part Two

The camera pans back across the wall of statuettes and carvings, all while Harry grunts and groans in the background.

"He started with just carving crude imitations of fish when his mom wouldn't take him fishing," Fluttershy translates. "He loved fish, and still does to this day, and if he couldn't taste them, he thought it would be nice to at least look at them. Over the years, he kept doing it over and over, just to pass the time, and when he was allowed to go fishing on his own, he took the time to note the differences between the fish and started to really ramp up his quality. Sometimes, he'd come down to the river and not even catch anything; he'd just watch them swim and try to figure out their movement. You can really tell when you look at his brown trout carvings that he has a fascination with their movements."

The camera moves from statuettes to carvings on flat planks.

"It's not just fish that puts him in a good mood, though. He also likes other things. You can tell by the carvings here that he enjoys berry bushes and honey. He's a real food-lover, you see. He likes having good food, and he doesn't mind sharing it with his friends. Nothing makes him feel happier than seeing other critters enjoying themselves by his design. He loves knowing that he's responsible for the happiness of others."

The panning comes to a stop on the carving of Fluttershy. Harry seems to become more vocal about this one, while Fluttershy becomes less so.

"He says that he enjoys looking at things that are beautiful. He says that one didn't come out right, and he's working on another to replace it."

"This is clearly an image of you," notes Twilight, turning the camera back to Fluttershy, who is sporting an obvious blush. "And it sounds like he said a lot more than that."

She nods. "He did. He went over why he thought I was beautiful and what the image is going to show, and it's just... It doesn't feel great to say things like that about myself."

"But you say nice things about ponies all the time."

"Yeah..."

"Just yesterday, you told Rarity in detail beyond even my understanding how much you liked her dress. Why can't you repeat his words, here?"

Fluttershy lowered her head. "It's different when I'm the focus of the conversation. Rarity loves to hear how great her work is. I'm content to just let my accomplishments speak for themselves, thanks. I don't want to brag about how good I look; it feels dirty."

"If you say so. But Fluttershy?"

"Yeah?"

"You have beautiful hair and an adorable face."

Fluttershy turns even more red as Harry starts to pick himself up. He roars quietly, then walks into the next chamber, and Fluttershy and Twilight follow him.

"So, this is his dining room," translates Fluttershy, drawing attention to the crude, but flat raised platform that kind of resembles what could be called a table, and some rough-hewn seats that were obviously a gift from Fluttershy, as they're cushioned and made from fabric with a butterfly print. "He doesn't use it all the time, mostly when he's expecting company. He's actually prepared a small arrangement for us, today."

Harry reaches back to show that he has a woven straw picnic basket, and upon lifting the cover, he shows that it's full to the brim with wild berries, and two sealed combs of honey.

"He has opted to honor my vegetarian diet and skipped the salmon in tonight's dish."

"I like salmon," interjected Twilight.

Harry furrows his brow and snorts.

"What she means is, "We're so very grateful that you've invited us into your home and made dinner for us,"" says Fluttershy, bowing to Harry. "Your hospitality speaks to your caring and sensitivity."

The video cuts out and turns back on in a different room. Here, there's a big bundle of leaves and grasses, all dried out and covered with yet more fabric. It's about as close to a bed as a bear could be expected to make, considering they were more well-known to sleep curled up on the floor of their cave.

Fluttershy sits down in between Harry and the camera, looking into the lens. "Okay, are we ready?"

"Yeah," answers Twilight. "Oh, wait, hold on..." Twilight comes into frame to wipe a bit of berry juice off of Fluttershy's lip, then goes back out of frame. "Okay, go."

"Before we shut down for the night, I want to issue an important disclaimer. Harry the bear is a very learned, very sophisticated grizzly. Just because he enjoys good food and good company does not mean that all bears do. I do not encourage you to go seek out a bear to be your friend, I just wanted to make sure that you all know that bears are not simple savages, and that they are capable of being kind and gentle."

Fluttershy looks up at Harry, who nods, then opens his mouth.

Bears have very long, very sharp teeth attached to powerful jaws. If I were with a very violent bear the same size and strength of Harry, he could bite right through my arm in one chomp."

Harry turns his nose up at the idea.

"More likely, he'd just grab it and rip it off."

Harry gags, scrunching his face in disgust.

"But their teeth aren't the only thing you need to worry about. It's not even the first thing you need to worry about. Harry, if you would show your claws to the camera?"

He holds up his paw, still reeling from the idea of doing that to Fluttershy, of all ponies.

"Now, as you can see, they have a lot of claws, and they're very sharp. Harry uses his to carve statuettes and decorative carvings, but not all bears do. Most of them use their claws to grab their prey and tear them open. But Harry isn't like that, so we're safe."

The image distorts a little, then comes right back to where it was. "And that's a wrap," says Twilight. "We should probably head home before sunset."

Fluttershy scrunches up her face. "Twilight, it's after sunset."

"Oh..."

"We can just stay here for the night. Harry has a guest room. The mattress is a little small, but I'm sure he won't mind if you sleep there tonight."

"What about you?"

"Well, like I said, the mattress is small. I'll just sleep in here."

Episode Twelve: Bear, Part Three

After Twilight leaves the room, Fluttershy turns around to look at Harry. "So, can I see it?"

His throat rumbles with a soft warble, and he nods. He scoots to the side so that he's closer to the right side of the frame, then lets out a small roar.

"Oh, no, it's not recording. Twilight assured me that that light is the battery indicator. Red means low battery, off means dead battery. Green means it's charged."

With another grunt, Harry reaches to the side and pulls out a very large slab of wood. This one, like the other before it, depicts his favourite pony, Fluttershy. However, this is more than just her head. This shows her entire body, head to toe, laid out flat. The detail is exquisite, showing the intricate lines of her half-lidded eyes, the sumptuous, pillowy softness of her lips, and the distinct folds of her vagina at rest. It's a full-body nude carving of Fluttershy, looking like it was done professionally.

Fluttershy's face turns bright red. "H-Harry...

His smile fades and turns to an expression of concern.

"It's beautiful."

His smile returns.

Fluttershy snuggles up against his chest and traces her finger along the lines. "I mean, just look at this! It's exquisite!"

He coos.

"Did I have to be naked, though?"

It's Harry's turn to blush as he scratches the back of his neck, grunting and growling in embarrassment.

"I suppose that's a good point. But either way, I support your art, and I want you to know that I find it beautiful, even if it is a little bit... lewd."

He groans.

"No, that's not true at all! I don't think you're a gross pervert, nor do I hate you. You're a very special bear." A smile creeps across her face. "In fact, I think I should pose for you again." Fluttershy reaches down and pulls off her top, and unhooks her bra, letting her breasts slip free. "Let's see how you did."

Harry covers his nose with a paw. He seems embarrassed to look at her like this, even though he must have seen her with no shirt several times in order to make the carving.

"It's wood, so it's not going to jiggle around or be soft and bouncy, but the shape is spot-on. You did carve them a little big, though. I'm not quite so voluminous as that."

He growls softly.

Fluttershy giggles coquettishly. "That's horrible! But flattering..."

He nuzzles her, drawing his chin down over her shoulder as his paws wrap around her middle.

"What a sweet thing to say..."

Fluttershy next undoes her skirt, slipping out of that and her panties at the same time. Immediately, Harry's nose starts sniffing, having a mind of its own.

"That's one thing that wood can't ever do," chuckles Fluttershy.

Harry raised his eyebrow, then scoots to the side and tilts his hips up. As his penis slips free of its sheathe, Fluttershy's nose starts to sniff, pulling itself towards the thick, musky smell. Harry coos a bit, slyly.

"Yeah, okay, fine," sighs Fluttershy. "I guess some hard wood does cause positive reactions in others."

As Harry smirks in victory, his expression changes to pure shock, as Fluttershy's lips are wrapped snugly around his cock. It only lasts a few seconds, however, as he soon relaxes and leans back.

"That good, huh?" asks Fluttershy as she comes up for air.

He moans in response.

"I knew you'd like it..."

Fluttershy ties up her mane with her panties and begins to bob her head, going as deep as she can. She goes so deep, in fact, that her lips start to collect hair from his balls, sticking to her skin through her saliva. He doesn't force her, he doesn't push, but he rests his paw gently on her neck, encouraging her to keep going.

Fluttershy doesn't seem to need his encouragement, as her right hand is reaching between her legs. She's already quite wet, as evidenced by the squelching sounds ringing out. Even as she starts to curl and spread her legs, strands of sticky, drippy fluids run down her thighs to her knees. Clearly, she's enjoying herself.

After holding herself down for a few seconds, gagging on the thick tip in her throat, she comes up and gasps. "How was that?"

He coos, clearly enjoying what she's doing.

"Well, if you thought that was good, see how you feel about this..."

She climbs up his body, which is very obviously bigger than she is by a wide margin, and aligns the tip of his penis against the entrance to her pussy, then reaches up to stick her wet fingers in his mouth. As he licks them clean, his paws come down to her hips, and he begins to growl, pushing her down and thrusting into her fast and deep. Judging by his actions, as well as Fluttershy's shock, this is the most aggressive he's been in a long time, or perhaps the most aggressive he's ever been. But Fluttershy doesn't seem to mind. She begins to moan and squeeze her breasts, clearly titillated by him taking over.

Before too long, however, he lets out a few grunts and pushes her down against his hips as Fluttershy throws her head back, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she cums with him.

As they calm down, Fluttershy settles onto his chest and stomach. "You know," she pants, "it's kind of rude to finish inside of someone without asking permission, first..."

Harry looks away and covers his nose, groaning softly.

"It's okay. I forgive you. Just ask first, next time."

He grunts at her.

"Oh, don't be like that. Of course there'll be a next time! This was fun!"

He wraps his paws around her back and she runs her fingers through his fur. While holding her, he scoots into the center of the makeshift mattress and curls up around her, providing her with a bit of warmth, and even bringing her clothes to rest under his shoulder, to ensure that they're not cold in the morning.

With a big smile on her face, wrapped in the warm embrace of a good friend, Fluttershy drifts off to sleep, letting out a single snore before the words "battery depleted" flash across the screen three times, followed by the end of the tape.

Episode Thirteen: Snakes, Part One

"This isn't going to be a repeat of the hydra situation, is it?" asks Rarity, panning around to look at the landscape. "Rainbow's only just come out of the hospital. I wouldn't want to be the next one just because Twilight refused to film, again."

"What happened with Rainbow was an accident. I'm not doing anything dangerous until next week, and Twilight keeps assuring me that they're not dangerous or scary."

"What dangerous, scary thing are you covering next week?"

Fluttershy shivers. "I'd really rather not talk about it. Can we just focus on what we're supposed to be doing this week?"

Rarity tilts the camera to scan the ground. "I'm not seeing them anywhere, dear. Are you sure we're in the right place?"

"It's just a little further. We're pretty close, now. If we spot them, great, if not, I know where they'll be."

They pass through some thick shrubs and into a more open area, looking very warm and filled with yellow grass. As Rarity pans around the area, it looks very hilly and arid. Not big hills, or anything like that. Small hills, like sand dunes. "I thought deserts were supposed to be hot," she proclaims.

"It's not a desert," clarifies Fluttershy. "It's still a plain, it's just... filled with sand from beneath."

"So, with enough wind, the surface of this place can roll?"

Fluttershy shakes her head. "It'd probably rip the grass out, first..." As they crest one of the hills, Fluttershy points to a hole in the ground. "There's a burrow. Come on, Rarity."

They make their way down to the burrow, and rather than sticking the camera in there, Rarity opts to stand back a fair distance.

"Hi," smiles Fluttershy into the hole. "Sorry to bother you, but would you mind coming out?"

No response seems to come.

"Sure. Not a problem. It's the least I can do after waking you up."

She reaches her hand into the hole, and something long and black wraps around her arm, sliding up to her shoulder before its forked tongue wiggles out of its mouth to tickle her ear.

Rarity gasps and shrieks, jumping backwards. "You never told me we'd be dealing with snakes! Gross, gross, gross!!"

"Oh, Rarity, they're not that bad. Most of them keep pretty clean."

"They rub their bellies through the dirt and they don't use soap. "Clean" requires soap and water, and maybe a good scrubbing."

"Opalescence just requires a good brushing," argues Fluttershy.

"Yes, but Opalescence doesn't go traipsing around in the mud. She has more good sense than that."

The snake is now up on Fluttershy's shoulders, wrapped loosely around her neck, with its tail drifting down between her breasts. "She does, I'll give you that. But Hisshel, here, just shed his skin not too long ago, so he's fresh and clean as a daisy."

"A daisy that's been rolling around in the dirt," corrects Rarity.

"Most daisies do grow in dirt," reminds Fluttershy. "Most flowers, too."

"Most flowers aren't slimy, either."

Fluttershy furrows her brow. "Rarity, do you think snakes are slimy?"

"They are, aren't they?"

Fluttershy shakes her head and steps closer. "Rarity, you need to touch the snake."

"Oh, nonono..." She chuckles, taking a step back. "I just had my nails done. It's straining enough to push such small buttons without scratching the polish. I'll just hold the camera, thank you."

Fluttershy steps closer again. "Rarity, you need to touch this snake. Trust me, he's safe."

"He's gross!"

"He's not slimy, he's not dirty, he's not even sandy. He's smooth, shiny and clean."

"I can see that he's shiny," states Rarity. "Shiny usually indicates wet and slippery."

"Are your nails wet and slippery?"

They both go silent as Fluttershy looks directly into the camera. No one, not even the snake, moves.

"There's a small baggie of wet wipes in the camera bag."

Rarity sighs. "Fine..." Her left hand comes into frame, her index finger extends toward the copper head of the snake, just barely touching its nose. As soon as she does, though, the snake lunges forward, wedging its whole head into her hand. She balks and jumps backward, but as she inspects her hand, going over both sides, she realises that the snake is, in fact, very dry.

"He's not... slimy..."

Fluttershy smiles. "This is why I started the show in the first place; to teach our viewers things about animals. See? You learned something, today."

"Why did he lunge at me, though?"

"I guess he likes you. Do you want to hold him?"

"I'm holding the camera."

"It has a tripod."

There's a moment of silence as Rarity considers the offer. "Just for a minute?"

"Just for a minute."

"And if I tell you to take him away, you will?"

"Right away."

"He's not poisonous, is he?"

Fluttershy scratches her head. "You're not... You're not thinking of eating him, are you?"

"No! But I don't want him to bite me and put me in the hospital, either."

Fluttershy tosses her head back and grimaces. "You mean, "is he venomous?" No, he's not venomous. And he's very friendly."

Rarity extends her hand again, and Hisshel coils around it, climbing up to her shoulder, then wrapping down around her waist as Fluttershy takes the camera and sets up the tripod.

"My," chuckles Rarity nervously. "His scales do make for a fine belt."

"Please don't say things like that," urges Fluttershy. "I don't want somepony to come skin him to make a fashion accessory."

Rarity shakes her head. "I would never! But I might just make something that looks like him, but is ethically sourced. No snake killing at all. Don't you think it would look quite nice if I could manage to do so safely?"

Fluttershy thinks for a moment, then nods. "I suppose if it doesn't hurt any snakes, then it's fine. But if you were to do that, I'd think you'd look better with a diamondback than an indigo snake."

Rarity's eyes open wide, and she slowly turns her head to look at Fluttershy.

"What?"

"Did you just say "diamondback?""

"Yeah, it's another species of snake. They're commonly hunted for their skins. If you could make fake skins that look as good as the real ones, th--"

"I can make thousands!" gushes Rarity.

"Oh. I was going to say you could save thousands of lives--"

"And make hundreds of thousands of bits in the process! Why, everypony will be wearing a faux diamondback belt come autumn!"

Episode Fourteen: Snakes, Part Two

"Yoo-hoo!" calls Rarity into the hole. "Are there any other fashion models in here that want to have their likeness shine across Equestria?"

Fluttershy places her hand on Rarity's shoulder. "Rarity, different breeds of snakes don't really live together in the same hole. All you're going to find in there is another Indigo snake."

Rarity looks down at her waist. "He's more a midnight blue than an indigo, darling."

"That's the species name."

Rarity huffs. "Well, whoever names these species should be more aware of what they're doing. If you're going to mislead ponies into picking the wrong colour, then you might as well go all the way and call him a pink polka-dot dog! If you were to tell me that I needed to make an outfit that matched an indigo snake, and this was that snake," she gestures to her waist, "I'd end up providing you with accoutrements of the wrong colour. Because this is not indigo!"

She's clearly growing more heated, which causes the snake to wrap around her even tighter.

"What's he doing? Is he trying to constrict me?!"

Fluttershy places her hand on the snake's back. "No. Snakes are cold-blooded reptiles. They like warm environments, so as your body temperature becomes more suited to their liking, they like to pursue that, presuming that they don't have something else that they're trying to pursue."

"So they like heat?"

"Sometimes. If he wanted to cool down, he could go for one of the many rocks lying around. But he seems to like to be warm, at least right now. And if he were hungry, he'd probably forgo temperature control and just go look for something to eat."

As the snake begins to wrap around Rarity's neck, she begins to feel uncomfortable with the squeezing, as evidenced by the worry on her face. "Can you... take him back, now?"

Fluttershy nods and picks Hisshel up, wrapping him back around her shoulders. "Did you have fun?" she asks him.

"He was fine," answers Rarity. "I'm not about to go out and look for a pet snake, mind you. Opalescence would shred my fall line if I brought a snake into the boutique!"

"At least you're not as upset as you were ten minutes ago," chuckles Fluttershy as the snake moves down between her breasts. "And because you believed they were slimy before, and you've since touched one, you can verify for everypony watching at home that they're not at all slimy. It's good news for everypony!"

Rarity sighs. "I suppose so, darling..."

"Although, as a general disclaimer, not all snakes are as safe to handle as Hisshel. Some of them, like Cottonmouth Joe and Augustus Squeezer, are less safe. Cottonmouth Joe is a viper, and is venomous. He tends to be pretty passive, and cries at weddings, but if upset, he has been known to bite. He bit a goat that stepped on his tail a few years back, so keep that in mind.

"Augustus, on the other hand, is not venomous. However, that doesn't mean he's not dangerous. He's a boa constrictor, and is very much capable of crushing bones by tightening his grip."

"I'm sorry, did you say "Boa constrictor?""

Fluttershy nods as Hisshel's tail disappears into her cleavage. "It's a more tropical snake. They come in bright colours and have diamond patterns on their scales."

"Oh, I can just imagine wearing one to a gala!"

Fluttershy furrows her brow. "You wouldn't want one of these wrapped around you. They crush their food by wrapping around their prey and clamping down tight until there's no room for their lungs to fill with air. You would be strangled to death."

"O-oh..."

"A fake one, perhaps," consoled Fluttershy. "They do look nice, and I can easily see one's likeness becoming a handso--"

Fluttershy's words are interrupted by a yelp that comes out of her own mouth, which she covers, blushing intensely. A close look shows that Hisshel has snaked his way under her skirt, and probably past her panties, too.

"Is everything alright?" asks Rarity. "What's happened, dear?"

Fluttershy grimaces for a moment, doubles over and holds up a finger, then, sweating, stands up slowly. "I bit my tongue," she says, breathing heavily.

"Your face is turning red, dear..."

"Yeah... I'm a bit angry with myself," she responds slowly, with a shaky voice. "I'm going to have to talk slower for a few minutes..."

Rarity sighs. "Here, let me have a look, darling..." She sets the camera down on the ground in front of Fluttershy and stands next to her, giving the camera a very clear view up both of their skirts. "Open wide."

As Rarity fingers Fluttershy's mouth, the gentle breeze shows Rarity's sheer panties, and more importantly, the gold-coloured labial barbell piercings that appear to be chain-linked together, keeping her completely free of insertions, but also showing that she is very willing to suffer some pain for the purposes of looking good. It would presumably also force any stallion to spend a fair bit of time unlocking her before any deed could be done, practically guaranteeing foreplay.

Fluttershy, however, is not wearing any panties. Hisshel has coiled around her thigh and is trying to shove his head into her cavity. By how much he's dripping, it seems as if he had already made it a quarter of the way in, and then was squeezed out.

Pressing his nose up against her again, he pushes, and her lips part. More than half of him disappears in a single push. Fluttershy's fingers clutch at her skirt and she moans out. "Ahh! Right there!!"

"I was touching your cheek, darling," scoffs Rarity. "Are you sure you bit your tongue? I don't see any welts or swelling."

"I'm... sure," she grunts as Hisshel squeezes in up to his cloaca. Since his tail is still hanging out, both of his penises are visible on either side of Fluttershy's clitoral hood, caught and kept from going in..

"I think you should be fine," concludes Rarity, stepping back. "Where's that snake friend of yours run off to, now?"

"Oh, he's around," mutters Fluttershy as the last of his tail disappears. A moment later, his head pokes out just a bit so that he can breathe, right as Rarity is picking the camera back up to refocus on a flushed Fluttershy. "He probably went looking for somewhere warm..."

Episode Fifteen: Snakes, Part Three

As Rarity sets the camera back in place, Fluttershy's abs move in odd ways. It's obvious that Hisshel is wriggling around in there, trying to expose himself to the intense warmth that is Fluttershy's embrace.

"So, do we have any more of your scaly little friends in the area we can talk to?"

Fluttershy shakes her head, her face flushed. "I... I don't know..."

"Well, it isn't going to be a wonderful show without our special guest, now, is it? How in Equestria do you plan on hosting a show about animals without an animal to show?"

"I'm s-sure he'll be back," shivers Fluttershy.

"Are you cold? I think it's rather warm out today."

"No, I'm not cold. Jus a little bit... Mmmph... Light-headed, is all." She bites her lower lip as her face turns bright red.

"Perhaps you should sit down for a bit..." A couch manifests out of nowhere and settles into place next to Fluttershy.

"Oh, Rarity... Are you sure? I don't want to... be a burden."

"Nonsense, dear." Rarity comes into frame and pushes Fluttershy onto the couch. "You take a moment to rest, and I'll go see if I can find a snake that's willing to join you."

As Rarity walks off, Fluttershy leans against the couch, spreading her legs for the camera. "Please, come..."

She's panting too much to finish her sentence, and by the time she catches her breath, Hisshel isn't listening anymore. He merely nods at her words before squirming even more, faster and faster, more and more aggressively.

Fluttershy covers her mouth with her hands, glancing over the arm of the couch to see if Rarity is within earshot. Seeing that she's nearby, Fluttershy sinks further into the couch, biting down on the fingers of her left hand. Her right is rubbing her stomach, trying to push him out, but only managing to increase the pressure against her more sensitive flesh.

Parts of Hisshel begin to pop out of her, starting with a little bit more of his neck, but soon followed by two little lumps. Despite being a petite yellow pegasus, the camera trying to autofocus for some reason blurs the image, and she looks like she has a large, girthy black cock and hefty, powerful black balls. Then the image focuses again, and it's revealed to not be a big black cock, but a big black trouser snake.

Fluttershy reaches down to him and begins stroking his neck. It would be safe to presume that she isn't intending to harm him in any way, merely trying to coax him to come out. She's very wet, and that is reflected in the glistening slurping of her hand gliding across his scales, shiny and brilliant in the light.

She moans as the copper scales under his head begin to turn toward the camera. It stands out, being a different colour from the rest of his scales. This makes his head look like the engorged tip of a very large penis. It's huge.

Suddenly, with a strong gyration, Fluttershy gasped fairly loudly. Biting her lip, she had to turn her head and look at Rarity. She's out of earshot, apparently, as while she's still in frame, she doesn't react to Fluttershy's exclamation.

Hisshel slips a bit further out, running up her body and wrapping around her tits. He squeezes them, still gyrating his tail inside of her.

It's all Fluttershy can do to keep quiet, and she's not even doing a good job at that. The camera is still picking up her adorable moans and whimpers through her lip being clamped between her teeth. Her fingers clutch at the edges of the couch, her knees wrap tightly to the corners, and she even starts drooling and panting. She's obviously enjoying herself.

Lumps and coils begin to poke out before popping back in. He even bites down on one of her nipples. Not being venomous, he's not intending to harm her. It's hard to see inside of his mouth, whether he has fangs at all, or if they're just retracted, but since Fluttershy doesn't shout out in agony, it's safe to assume that she's not hurt by it.

In fact, she's better than expected. After a few moments, she cums, and she cums hard. The amount of fluid gushing out of her is so slick and forceful that all of Hisshel's tail is squeezed out, meaning she's free of him now.

As he tries to make his way back down, she redirects his head with her hand, coaxing him to come up her body and rest on her chest as she closes her legs.

"That was... unexpected," she pants. "But nice."

He hisses back at her.

"I know what I said," she answers. "I meant to say something else, and it didn't come out in time."

He presses his head between her breasts.

"It was supposed to be "please come out." I gasped in the middle, and you just kept going."

He rubs his nose against her cheek, then coils up on her shoulders as she starts to sit up. All of the fluid that had come out of her beads up and wipes away as her leg moves across the cushion. Whatever material this couch is made from, it's hydrophobic.

"Oh, I forgive you," she smiles. "It was nice of you to be concerned about my needs like that."

His tongue tickles her nose.

"Oh, it was no trouble at all," she giggles. "Not at first, anyway. Can you just wrap around under my shirt next time, though? It's kind of warm in there."

With a nod, he starts slithering up her sleeve and across her back, coming out the other side just as Rarity comes back.

"I didn't find any-- Oh, he came back. Or is this another one who just looks similar?"

"No, this is him," confirms Fluttershy. "And I feel much better. Thank you for letting me use your couch."

"Oh, it's no problem at all, dear," assured Rarity. "I'm glad you're feeling better. Now, should we return to the show?"

Fluttershy nods, as does Hisshel. He even extends his neck towards Rarity, who pets him once, then jumps back.

"Ugh! I thought you said that snakes weren't slimy!?"

Episode Sixteen: Dragons, Part One

Fluttershy looks distressed, clutching her head in her hands with her knees pulled up to her face. "How did you convince me to do this?" she whimpers.

"You don't have to do this," snorts Rainbow behind the camera. "Anypony that knows as much about dragons as you can do this easily. It just so happens that you're Equestria's leading expert on dragons."

Fluttershy tightens her grip.

"Look, Ember promised that we'd be given all of the safeties, we're meeting with dragons the same size as us, and Twilight even cast that spell of fire protection on you. At the very least, you can trust Twilight, can't you?"

Fluttershy groans pitifully, sinking back into her bench. "Of course I can. It's just... Dragons? Why did we have to put dragons on the list?"

"Because dragons are awesome?"

The train comes to a stop, and Fluttershy unbunches herself to disembark the carriage. As they step off, there's a white dragon with blue spines waiting at the platform with a cardboard sign. The sign very clearly has the word "ȽʟuteƦSchÍ" written on it.

"Looks like there's no one here to pick us up," says Fluttershy, trying to push her way back onto the train. "Better luck next time..."

"Fluttershy!" calls the dragon, waving. "Over here!"

"What about that guy?" asked Rainbow, blocking Fluttershy's escape. "He seems to be ready to interact with you."

As the dragon approaches, Fluttershy is made to turn around and face him. "I recognise you from your show. I can't believe I'm meeting you, at last." He grips her hand and shakes it. Looking at her, one might assume that he was shaking her whole body.

"You know, that's not how you spell her name," pointed out Rainbow. "That F at the beginning is upside-down."

The dragon looks at the sign. "Oh. Sorry. I'm not good with pony letters. In our Alphabet, it's just five letters."

"It's fine," waves Rainbow. "We knew what you meant. Now, let's go see this place you rented."

"Right. It's just across the way."

It's not just across the way, but a few blocks down from the train station. The town seems to be filled with Equestrian citizens, but they're familiar enough with the dragons that no one really bats an eye. It's not even odd when he turns the key in the lock.

"Guys, she's here!" the dragon calls as he enters the house.

Two more dragons show up, one from a guest room on the second floor, and another from the back yard.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" calls the one from the back. He's purple with dark red spines. "I'm Obsidian. You can call me Sid."

The one from upstairs is more dark brown, but his spines are bright red. "I'm also named Obsidian. I go by Ian."

Rainbow turns to the one that brought them here. "Let me guess, your name is also Obsidian, but you go by Ob?"

He shakes his head. "Nope. My name's Shard. That's short enough that I don't need a nickname."

"Uh huh. Well, I'm Rainbow Dash. I'm filling in for Twilight because she's busy. Princess stuff, am I right?"

The dragons all look at her blankly. "Who?"

"Princess Twilight. You know, the current ruler of Equestria?"

"We know who she is," answers Sid. "We don't know who you are."

"What!? I'm a nationally ranked flight champion! I've won more gold medals than most ponies ever see!"

The dragons shrug and turn to Fluttershy. "Is she qualified to run the camera?" asks Shard.

Fluttershy nods sheepishly.

Rainbow growls under her breath. "Just start the show, already. We can talk about the ways in which I'm disappointed in all of you later..."

"I didn't mean to disappoint you, Rainbow," whimpers Fluttershy.

"Not you, the other three!" Rainbow groans in frustration.

The dragons turn and look at each other. "Sorry about that. How about we move into the living room, and we can conduct the interview from the couch?" offers Shard.

As Rainbow moves the camera stuff into the living room, she grumbles about the dragons having never heard of her, despite recognising Fluttershy on sight. The camera is set up on a tripod in front of the couch between two others, with Shard and Sid taking their seats on the sides and Fluttershy sitting in the middle. Ian kneels down behind the couch, placing his claw firmly on Fluttershy's shoulder. "You ready?"

Fluttershy shakes her head, but Rainbow speaks. "She's ready. Go."

Shard clears his throat and looks into the camera. "Hey, everyone. Today, we're having a big crossover event that's sure to make you all very excited. We, the dragons three, are joined today by an up-and-coming, yet already wildly popular talent, Fluttershy of Equestria!"

The three dragons turn and clap at Fluttershy.

"Long-time fans of the show will know that we first heard of Fluttershy and what she was doing about a year ago. She started releasing videos filled with all kinds of species, some of which I'd never heard of before."

"Seriously," interjects Sid. "Who's ever heard of an aralez before? If I hadn't seen it for myself, I'd have thought it was made up. But no, it's real. I went out and did my research, and wow, I donated ten thousand bits' worth of gems toward the wildlife preservation fund." He pats her on the back. "What a show that was!"

"In fact, I looked at the statistics," agrees Shard. "There's a marked increase in donations to wildlife preservation programs ever since your show started. How does it feel to know that, just as you have enjoyed these animals, they are being preserved so that more ponies can enjoy them the way that you have?"

Fluttershy was silent for a moment, not sure how to proceed. "...Good?"

"You heard it here, first, folks. Making the population aware of how great these animals are makes her feel good. But not as good as you feel when you're with them, huh?" he nudges her with his elbow. "I must say, you really look like you enjoy every minute you spend out there. Were you always aware that you'd have lots of fun with animals?"

Fluttershy pauses for a bit, then just nods without saying anything.

"Now, rumour has it that you're starting a new season. And given the fact that your cameramare is glowering at us for not knowing who she is, I'd say it's safe to assume that it's true. Tell us, can you give us a hint as to what we can expect to see this time around?"

"...Animals?"

"Fascinating."

Episode Seventeen: Dragons, Part Two

Shard leans back on the couch. "So, Fluttershy, tell us, what made you want to come on our show?"

Fluttershy doesn't answer. Not even after a long pause. She just glances around.

"Do you mind if I take a guess?"

She shakes her head.

"I think that you believe that dragons are scary. And yet, your compassion for all creatures and desire to make Equestria a better place for all of its citizens, regardless of race, has you wanting to inform your viewers of how to safely interact with dragons, because it can be done. I mean, we all saw the manticore from your first set of video cassette tapes. Everyone was convinced that there's no surviving an encounter with a manticore, and while we're still convinced that they're dangerous, you've shown us that they can actually be tender and gentle. I believe that the reason you came on our show was to show your audience that, while utterly terrifying, dragons can be very affectionate, too. That we're more than just dumb sacks of teeth and claws. How's that? Am I close?"

Fluttershy nods.

"So, tell us about your cameramare," urges Ian. "Is she going to be joining in, or is she not interested in fun?"

"I'll have you know that I'm an expert in fun!" answers Rainbow. "I'd kick your butts for that, but I just had an encounter with a hydra."

"A hydra!" claps Shard. "Was that for the show?"

Fluttershy nods.

"Oh, I can't wait to see it!"

"We had to record it twice," informs Fluttershy. "The second time, we just kind of stayed in the air. I had another pegasus holding the camera that day. We definitely didn't want to be within reach of the hydra the second time."

Shard smiles. "That's the longest sentence you've said since you showed up. Are you warming up to us?"

Fluttershy shrinks down.

"We're sorry to hear about your injuries... Rainbow Smash, was it?" offers Sid. "If you like, we have a spare tripod. We can set up the camera to run on its own for a bit, if you want to go to the hot tub out back. It has massage jets."

"Are you implying that I can't hold up this camera?"

Ian shakes his head. "Not at all. We're offering you a massage out back to help you feel better."

All is silent for a moment, then the camera is jostled until it finally comes to a rest on a stationary tripod. "Just a short one."

"I'll show you how it works," smiles Ian, escorting Rainbow out the door.

"What a shame," shrugs Shard. "They're going to miss the main content of the show."

Fluttershy looks up. "I thought the interview was the main content of the show?"

"Nope," he chuckles, peeling off his shirt. "That's just the introduction. Introducing ourselves and telling our viewers why you're here on our show, and why we're here on your show."

"I think you ha-A-AH!!" Fluttershy squeals as Sid grabs her by the hips and lifts her up. "Put me down!"

"I was planning to," he assures, slipping underneath her. He's already completely nude, with his erection popping out of his cloaca and standing proud and purple. Rather, lavender with white accents. He lowers her down onto his face, his last utterance being "No panties. Nice," before the gap closes entirely.

"Th-that's..." gasps Fluttershy, before her mouth is filled with Shard's bright red dick.

Shard begins to thrust with his hips, Wrapping Fluttershy's mane around his claws to have a firm grip on her head. "Good, right? I tell you, when you offered to come on our program, I was shocked. I mean, a big name like you wanting to shoot a porno with a bunch of up-and-coming dragons? Very odd. But we had Princess Luna on a few weeks ago, and she was absolutely floored by how skilled Sid is with his tongue. She said... Um... What was it, again?"

Sid lifts Fluttershy up for a moment. "Warm, wet and wild. She said she had no idea that a tongue could push so ridiculously deep." To accentuate this statement, he extends his tongue around Fluttershy's clit and up her abdomen. It passes her navel, it's so long. But then he lowers her back down an retracts it, dragging every centimetre against her nub. As soon as the fork passes it, he pushes back against it, poking at it with the groove that separates his tines.

"Yeah, that was it. Lovely mare, that princess of yours. Took all three of us at once. Even took Ian in her arse. And Ian's the biggest one, don't you know..."

Fluttershy squirms and moans, gagging on the cock in her mouth. It's big enough to provide a very strong seal against her lips, and soft enough to compress so that it's not hurting her. And yet, it still stays rigid. Suddenly, Fluttershy's knees clench, gripping Sid's shoulders for a few seconds before relaxing.

Sid lifts her up again. "Yes, ma'am. You are welcome," he smiles, licking his face. He's very wet. "You were far more susceptible than Luna was. Sorry I couldn't make you last longer." He repositions himself to behind her. "But I am a gentledrake, and I refuse to cease just because one of us already hit our peak."

"Before you do?" interrupts Shard.

"Yeah?"

"Move the cameras closer. We have the wide shot. Let's grab some close-ups while we're here."

Sid snaps his claw and points to Shard. "Good thinking, captain. That's why you're the host, and we're the co-hosts. I'm on it, boss!"

Sid moves over the cameras for the dragons' porn show, setting up one next to Fluttershy's face and another at her butt, and then pulls the camera for Fluttershy's show over to the side of the couch, looking over the arm and over his shoulder. He then zooms in a bit, resets the white balance and focuses. He's actually more adept at setting up the camera properly than Twilight and Rainbow Dash combined. He's even better than Rarity. The level of detail with which Fluttershy's arse is being recorded now is spectacular.

He hops back on the couch between Fluttershy's legs, moves her pussy into frame, and spreads her lips with his claws. "See that right there? See how she clutches and squeezes? Her body's trying to suck this in." With his left claw, he moves his penis into view. It's pointed with a reservoir tip, and a large, bulbous knot sits at the bottom. "How can I deny such an eager beaver?"

Episode Eighteen: Dragons, Part Three

As Sid manually adjusts the focus and zoom of the camera, the detail of his penis comes into better view. The basic chape was visible before, but with a skilled camera operator, every bump, every crease, every tiny barb comes into view. Sid's penis is designed in such a way that it appears to have two ribbed plates around either side of the shaft, with the ridges so small that they could not be seen before, but now that they can be, are a good indication of what Fluttershy is about to feel. His tip has a few barbs on it, but they look pretty mild. It's unlikely that they're going to hurt Fluttershy at all.

He points to a small lump on the left side of the head of his cock. "I'm going to say this for all of Fluttershy's fans, because ours already know; this is an epidermoid cyst. Nothing to be concerned about, I've had it for a long time."

He slaps the underside of his dick against the entrance to her pussy a few times, then begins to press his tip into her with his thumb until it pops into place. He then wraps his hand around the base of her tail and guides her down to the knot. The sharper image gives a sense of exactly how much Fluttershy is being spread and relaxed per centimetre. The pliability of his dick allows it to fit inside, even though she's wrapped quite tightly around him.

"She's really good with her mouth," moans Shard, running his claw down her back. "It's like she's trying to suck my whole body down her throat!"

"And her pussy's really tight, too," adds Sid. "You'd think that she'd be ruined by now, but no. Practice makes perfect, after all."

"That's right," breathes Shard. "All of you watching, if you want to be as good as Fluttershy is, just keep practising. And if you want to know how to please a ma-- Oh, hang on... Sid, are you seeing this?"

There's a pause, then "Holy shit."

The camera is picked up and refocused to show Rainbow Dash through the window, mashing her vulva against Ian's face. He's jerking off, so he's obviously into it, but Rainbow has him by the horns and is forcing him to eat her out on the hot tub deck.

"What an absolute slut!" laughs Shard. "Can you believe this?"

"Yeah," chuckles Sid. "He'll fuck anything that moves..."

"Oh, like you're one to talk," snorts Shard. "What about that yak girl?"

"Hey," snarls Sid, bringing the camera back down to the mare he's doing. "I have standards. They're really low, but I have them. She had the accolades."

"Yeah, but I think her trophy for "cream pie champion" was referring to how many actual pies she could eat, not how big a load she could take."

"Yeah, but she was still a champion of something. What was that number you brought in last week?"

"I'll have you know that she was a fashion model."

"Oh, really?"

"She was a hoof model. Why do you think I wanted her to use her hooves, and not her mouth?"

As they argue amongst themselves about what makes a mare sexy and fuckable, Fluttershy's hips continue to bounce on Sid's dick. She's not doing all of the work, of course, and in fact, Sid's doing most of the work in this shot. Using the couch as a reference point, he's moving three quarters of the way for every thrust, and she's mostly just being bounced up by the impact and brought back down by way of inertia.

Suddenly, he lets go of her tail and grips tightly to either of her arsecheeks, thrusting hard up into her until a final, strong push shoves his knot into her and locks her in place.

"Are you cumming already?" asks Shard.

"Dude, you haven't felt the inside of this cunt. It's heavenly."

"You're a lightweight."

"She's a porn star," argues Sid. "You think she's not well-versed in the art of milking dicks?"

Shard pauses for a moment, then waves for the camera to point up at him for a moment. "For those of you watching at home, knotting Fluttershy in this instance is perfectly safe. Princess Twilight assured me that, because Fluttershy had some safety concerns, she was being engulfed in a protective spell for the duration of her visit. She's perfectly safe."

"Y-yeah," sighs Sid, letting the camera drift down to his knot, which is still throbbing, sending out pulse after pulse of cum into Fluttershy's waiting womb. "She's perfectly fine."

With a grunt, Sid raises the camera again, twisting himself around so as to find a better shot of Shard's dick about to knot Fluttershy's mouth. She's not fighting back, her face now just a red field with her eyes rolled back in her head. Then the knot goes in, and every gulp of seed she swallows goes straight down her throat.

Her eyelids begin to flutter, and soon, they close, drifting shut silently. As her arms fall limp, Shard reaches down to squeeze his knot so that he can pull out. "You aight?"

Fluttershy doesn't answer, but she is breathing, panting heavily as she just kind of hangs there, drooling.

"I think she passed out, bossman," answers Sid. "Maybe it's a good thing Ian wasn't in here, too."

"Alright, pull out, and let's clean her up," orders Shard.

"Right." The camera pulls back to her slit, and after a good yank, Sid slips free, leaving a gape through which a fountain of seed escapes. Sid brings his face in and slurps it up with his tongue, while Shard licks his cock clean. Then Sid does the shame for Shard as Fluttershy's outfit is smoothed out.

Just as they're resetting the camera, Rainbow Dash walks in. "What happened to her?"

"Oh, she passed out," assures Shard. "I think we may have overwhelmed her a bit. But she should be fine." he presses his claws against her neck. "Heart rate's coming to a resting rate, her breathing is calming down... There might be some mild memory loss, but nothing particularly egregious. At most, she might forget the afternoon. But we'd be happy to give a repeat performance. You going to be okay taking her to the train station?

"And what's that supposed to mean?" scowls Rainbow.

"Her and the camera?" asks Shard, indicating to it as it shuts off.

Episode Twenty-One: Lions, Part Three

Unable to lift herself from the grasp of the lion, Fluttershy lays there, grunting and moaning as he slams his hips into hers. The lionesses keep circling the duo, and they look to be rather irked. Some even exchange glances. Whatever's going on between them, they're all feeling it.

"Perhaps you could... slow down a little?" whimpers Fluttershy, glancing up at the lion. "Or maybe one of your other lionesses would like a turn?"

His teeth clamp down on her shoulder and she lets out a groan, arching her back a bit more so that her hips raise higher. The lion responds by continuing to hump her.

Then he stops, and his balls clench again. Fluttershy yelps as his body compresses around her once more. This time, however, a bit of viscous, white fluid drips from between them as she overflows with the second load.

She tries once again to pick herself up, but is pressed down for the final time. As the lion prepares to start a third round, four roars call out all at once as six lionesses all pounce on him, knocking him off to the side. Fluttershy scrambles away as the lionesses all turn on their male, a flurry of swiping claws and teeth.

As they fight, Applejack returns, pulling Fluttershy out of frame and grabbing the camera and stuff to a further distance. This does result in the image being upside down and slightly tilted, but Fluttershy is still in frame.

"What the hay is goin' on here?!" demands Applejack. "Ah leave ya fer five minutes, an' the whole cave goes inta complete bedlam!"

Fluttershy takes a deep breath. "I tried to stop the fight. Really, I did. But there was this big argument about which females would have mating rights, and when it came out that the male didn't hold to his word... Well, this is what happens to dishonest lions..."

Applejack snorts. "Ah had no idea that honesty was that important to a lioness. Ah s'pose we share that with 'em." There's a pause. "So, what happens, now?"

Fluttershy shakes her head. "I don't want to talk about it. It's very gruesome."

"Yeah, well, Ah think if ye'r gonna make a nature show to inform yer viewers about the lives of critters, y'all need ta come ta grips with the fact that they all end up hurt sometimes, or worse, they can die out here."

Fluttershy lowers her head, takes a deep breath, and nods. "Set the camera back up."

Applejack moves the camera so that it depicts the pile of lionesses as they now have the male pinned down. Fluttershy clears her throat and steps into the edge of the frame. "Are we rolling?"

"Lemme check... Yep."

Fluttershy nods. "Civil unrest can happen in the lion's den, just as it can in our own lives. As we've just found out, the male that had collected all of these females was unfaithful to his pride, and as such, is being removed from his position. I know that it's not my place to involve myself in the affairs of the wildlife around me, that I need to let a lot of these situations play out naturally, but I couldn't stop myself. In trying to calm tempers, I was unfortunately bitten and scratched while trying to preserve some peace."

"They bit ya?!"

Fluttershy nods. She'd pulled her shirt up to cover the bite marks, but now she lowers her shoulder, showing the marks left by the lion's teeth.

"Three separate bite marks. But Ah don't see no scratches..."

Fluttershy turns around and lifts up the back of her shirt to show the claw marks. These actually did puncture the skin, just above the bra strap.

"Oh, Ah've half a mind ta whip these mongrels inta shape for that..."

"Applejack, no," insists Fluttershy, turning around. Her shirt's not down for a few seconds, and one of her tits has slipped free of its cup. "Let's not invite more turmoil than is already here."

She turns back to the lionesses to find that all of the fighting has stopped. The lion is down on the ground, held firmly in place, but still breathing. "This is what happens when a male lion is removed from his place in the pride. He will soon be removed from the group, and another male will then take his place."

Applejack scoffs. "That fast, huh?"

"When male lions reach adolescence, they leave the pride, often joining other males that roam around looking for a pride to claim. If there is no male in that pride, as there won't be here, the lionesses have their pick of what male they want. Unless they want multiple males, in which case, they fight to decide who stays. If the lion in charge of this pride is still here, the new one does have to fight him, but the lionesses are capable of changing the odds as they see fit. It's a way to steer the results in the direction they prefer.

"Now, I'm going to take three of these lion cubs with me." She walks over to where the cubs are and picks one up. "Normally, I don't recommend this, but there's something else that often happens when a male lion is replaced. The replacement is often tasked with removing the prior male from the gene pool. And I mean almost entirely. That is to say, the three youngest, here, won't survive. The older ones are probably going to be okay, and the longer the lionesses wait to find a new mate, the better it will be for them."

Fluttershy picks up two more cubs and holds them in her arms. The lionesses caring for them just let it happen, confirming Fluttershy's assertion that they won't last if they stay. "These three are all going to a local preserve, where the rangers will take good care of them. It's a better fate than what awaits them, here, and will give them the best chance for survival."

"Anything else?" asks Applejack. "Do we have what we need?"

Fluttershy nods. "I don't think there's anything else I need to add. If we stick around, it's going to be too scary to show to kids, and we can't have that."

"A' course not," agrees Applejack. "This is good learnin' fer the kids..."

Episode Twenty-Two: Skags, Part One

"Isn't this just so exciting?" claps Twilight. "After all the setup, it's finally here!"

"You're certainly in a good mood," notes Fluttershy.

"How could I not be? How could you not be? This is amazing! Where's your jubilation? Why aren't you celebrating?"

Fluttershy shifts in her seat. "I wonder if the camera is a bad idea this time. I mean, actually doing the show right now seems a bit... premature."

"Fluttershy, this is a brand-new, undiscovered species. Nopony knows what's going to come of this. The camera has never been so important as right now. We only have photographs to look at right now. Video evidence of this creature doesn't exist yet."

"Yeah, but... How am I supposed to present this? I don't know anything about these creatures. How am I supposed to tell everypony what they eat and how their social structure is designed if I don't know, myself?"

"You call it a special episode and we all find out together, that's how."

Fluttershy lowers her head. "I just don't know if I'm going to be very helpful for this one..."

"Of course you will. You know more about animals than anypony I've ever met. You know even more than I do, and that's saying a lot."

The train comes to a stop, and they disembark to a very large white building with a lot of security. There's a small office at the front, and Fluttershy and Twilight are given visitor badges and an armed escort.

"All of this security for an animal?" asks Fluttershy as they walk down the halls.

"No, no," corrects Twilight, keeping her camera covered after a few steps. "There's a lot of top-secret stuff in here, including this new, undiscovered species. I've been hard at work organising your security clearance. It took a week just to bring me in here. The camera was a hard "no" until Princesses Celestia and Luna vouched for me in that I wasn't an enemy spy. We're not allowed to film anything else, we're not allowed to go into any rooms other than the few designated on our badges... We're not even allowed to go to the toilets without an escort."

"I don't know if I want that kind of pressure..."

"A lot of ponies would kill for this opportunity."

"Oh, I don't want to kill anypony..."

"Well, it's a good thing that your entry is predicated on paperwork, huh?"

A door squeaks open loudly, and the camera lens is uncovered as a soft mechanical whirring hums. "You must be Princess Twilight," says a new voice.

"No, that's me," says Twilight, moving the camera up to see a pony in a white labcoat with red stains firmly grasping Fluttershy's hand and forearm, shaking them vigorously. "I'd shake your hand, but I need to not drop my equipment."

"Then you must be Fluttershy," he answers, shaking her whole arm again. "I hear you're an expert on animals."

Fluttershy blushes. "I don't know if I'm an expert, but..."

"She's just being modest," assured Twilight. "She's very good at what she does. Now, we're led to believe that you have a new animal to show us?"

"Six, actually," states the scientist, walking over to a window. "Come, have a look."

As the two approach the window, the camera shows a very large room with stone walls and a stone floor. In the center of the room is a torn-apart steel shipping crate. Rather, one end of it has been torn apart, while the rest seems to be only battered and moderately chewed.

"So, they're all inside the crate right now. We believe that they're all the same species, but with distinct patterns and sizes, we wonder if perhaps it's just a matter of breed. Like dogs, for instance."

Fluttershy nods. "That makes sense. Although, if you're not sure of that, it's not exactly easy to keep dogs sufficiently diverse if the only breeds you can choose from are chihuahua and great dane."

"True, but these seem, upon initial observation, closer in comparison between retriever and labrador. Except way more violent."

"Like a pit bull?" offers Twilight.

The scientist grabs a photograph off of his desk of him holding a smiling, full-size pit bull terrier wearing a fluffy reindeer-themed sweater. "If these things were as vicious as my pit bull, we could sell them as pets."

"It's all in the training," agrees Fluttershy. "So, do we have to go down there to see them, or...?"

"We've been feeding them different things. They keep vomiting it up, but otherwise, it doesn't seem to make them sick. It's just about time to feed them, actually." He pushes a small button on the wall-mounted intercom. "Ground team, feed the skags."

"Skags?" asks Fluttershy.

"It's what the couriers called them," he answers. "Apparently, that's the name given to them by the locals. Personally, I liked the suggestion of "kath hounds," which was suggested by Paper Clip up in PR, but that's when they didn't already have a name. They don't have a scientific designation, though, so our plan is to repurpose the suggestion into that."

There's a loud klunk as a few steel cans are tossed into the enclosure and the door closes. The camera, as well as Fluttershy, look down into the room as a creature walks into view.

The comparison to a dog is not entirely incorrect. The basic body shape of the creature is not dissimilar to that of a large, muscular canine. However, where a typical dog has eighteen toes, this creature had only fourteen; four on the front legs, three on the back. They were short, stubby toes, but capped with massive claws. The index claw on either front paw were larger and curved down to the ground. On the elbows, hips, and shoulders, large, keratinous spikes protruded outward. On its knees, chest, spine, shoulders, face and front paws, heavy and thick-looking skin plates slid across each other. And at the back of its ribs, three holes opened up and closed in sequence, as if it were breathing through them.

Its head looked initially like it was made up of two vertical disks of skin that were pressed together. In the center of each disk was its eye, red in this case, and when it spotted its food, it crouched down, opened its mouth, and let out a warbling roar. Its mouth opened vertically at first, splitting its whole face down the center and opening wide, showing its lower jaw, which was tucked up under its other two jaws.

As it runs out and crushes the can in its jaws, eating the can and its contents with ease, two more come out, all looking a little bit different.

"Ladies," chuckles the scientist, "meet the skags."

Episode Twenty-Three: Skags, Part Two

"Are you downright insane!" asks Twilight, turning the camera on Fluttershy. "How can you possibly expect this to work out?"

"I don't know why you're surprised," shrugs Fluttershy as she steps off of the elevator. "This was your idea."

"My idea was to have you examine the creatures from a safe location and tell us what you could find out from that. Not to walk into a stone room with a bunch of creatures that are literally shown to eat metal! They've already ripped off somepony's arm!"

"I know that. But I have to be certain."

"Certain? Certain of what?!"

"I'm sure they're reasonable once you grow to know them."

Twilight sighs. "There's no talking you out of this, is there?"

"There was, half an hour ago. Now I've seen them, and now I want to help."

"Well, good luck."

"We have tranquiliser darts," suggests the guard. "If things escalate out of hand, we can just drug them. And worst-case scenario, we are allowed to just shoot them if they break through the door."

"That doesn't make me feel any better," scowls Fluttershy. "Just send me through."

Fluttershy steps through the first steel door, which closes behind her, and then the next one, as well. Almost immediately, the first skag lets out a roar and starts charging at her, but she doesn't even flinch, dropping to one knee, pushing her left hand out in front of her, and staring it down. It slides sideways as it tries to stop, falling over and collapsing to the ground before standing up. He opens his jaws and clamps down on Fluttershy's hand, but after a few seconds, he lets go, and she starts to pet him.

"Well, I'll be damned," snorts the guard. "That's nothing short of a miracle."

Fluttershy continues to rub him down, whispering as she does. It's clear that she's talking, but it's not clear what she's saying.

"What's she doing?"

"Something I'm probably never going to understand in detail," sighs Twilight. "It's instinct with her."

Fluttershy has her entire arm wrapped around him now, scratching between his shoulder blades. She's smiling and rubbing under his jaw, chuckling to herself as she does.

"So, that's what we've decided to call the sentry of their group," explains the scientist over the intercom. There are three we've referred to as "adults," of which, this is one. Then we have two "spitter skags," which spew a caustic fluid from their mouths. These are the ones with the disproportionately large spikes on their shoulders. Then there's the big one. He's called-- Wait, what's going on here?"

Two more Skags have approached. The blue one has no shoulder spikes, but heavier plating, and as it tastes her hand, tiny blue arcs of electrical current crackle across his skin. However, they stop as Fluttershy begins to pet him.

Before long, the two spitter skags come out to see her, and after she climbs up onto the sentry's back, the five of them carry her into the metal crate.

"I've lost my visual," says Twilight. "I can't see her anymore."

"Oh, we have security cameras," assures the guard. "Just plug your camera into the RCA port on the desk, there. The one that says out, not the one that says in."

"I don't have the cables with me..."

The guard reaches under the desk and pulls out a spare. "Here you go."

Twilight sets the camera down in front of the cable ports. "How do I...?"

"The red cable goes in the red port, the white cable goes in the white port, and the yellow cable goes in the half yellow, half green port. It's not rocket science."

Twilight plugs in the red and white cables, and as she's plugging in the yellow one, the video cuts mid-frame to an alternate view. There is no audio, because the security cameras are not equipped with microphones. But they do show that it is eleven thirty-eight in the morning, and there are at least three cameras, as this is labeled as "Camera 3.04."

It switches to "Camera 3.01" after a few seconds, as there's more motion on that camera as Fluttershy and the skags disappear behind the metal container. Fluttershy says something as her eyes go wide, still riding on the back of the skag. She reaches down and grabs his shoulder spikes as she disappears into the metal crate.

Camera 3.03 shows the inside of the crate, which is absolutely destroyed. Its walls are covered in dents and scratches and torn-out holes. But that's not so important, as the camera shows something far more impressive. Fluttershy is face-to-face with a very large black skag with glowing white eyes, which seems to be silently roaring in her face. Fluttershy just smiles, and as he opens his jaws, she reaches underneath and starts to scritch at his neck.

Almost right away, he arches his back and leans in, drawn into her enthrallment as she smiles and moves her mouth. His right back paw curls up to his ribs and starts beating at his side as his tongue droops out of his mouth. Before the clock ticks over to the next minute, she has him lying on his back with his paws batting at the air while she rubs his chest.

She stops for a moment and climbs off of the skag she rode in on. She places her hand firmly on the biggest Skag's sternum and starts talking. Of course, with no audio, there's no way of knowing what she's saying without exceptional skills at lip-reading, but even then, the definition isn't high enough to guarantee results. Not accurate results, at any rate.

Whatever she says, it's enough to draw their attention. A few of them snap at her, a few scratch at the ground, but the big one just sits there, clicking different sections of his jaws. When one tries to jump at her, jaws open, he is smacked aside with ease by the big one.

Fluttershy takes a step back, as well as a deep breath, then reaches down to her hips and pulls away her skirt and panties, and then her shirt and bra, casting them aside. She then lowers herself down to her hands and knees, crawling up to the big skag and nuzzling the inside of his legs. A deep purple cock begins to protrude from its sheath as she rubs her face up against it, reaching back and fingering herself as she goes.

Episode Twenty-Four: Skags, Part Three

After a very quick jump through cameras 3.01, 3.02 and 3.04, each showing nothing of particular interest inside of the skag enclosure, it clicks back to camera 3.03, and in that time, Fluttershy has climbed up on top of the big one, and is rubbing his big, purple cock through his sheathe. Most of it is out; she's primarily rubbing the knot and fondling his balls, but her hands are quite busy.

She says something, smirks, then sticks out her tongue and wraps her lips around his penis, tasting it for a little bit before sliding her head up and down along the length, swirling her tongue around the tip with every pull back. She goes all the way down to the knot every time, stopping right before it can spread her jaw apart.

The skag's front paws press against her back as his jaws open up. It is revealed that he has a very long tongue, which soon finds its way between her legs. She stops for a moment, looking back and saying something, then faces forward and starts swallowing his dick once more as he pulls his neck in just a little bit tighter to reach.

As he pushes a little bit harder, his knot slips all the way free of his sheathe, and both of Fluttershy's hands reach down to fondle his balls. Her throat does most of the rest of the work. Even as her jaw opens just wide enough to clamp down on that knot as he pushes his hips up into her face, most of the movement is relegated to her throat and its rhythmic pulsing.

After a few second like that, she dismounts his chest, lowering her knees down to the ground. She even reaches back with one hand to spread herself a bit, wiggling her hips.

It's the blue skag with the electricity arcing across his plates that approaches. His dick isn't purple, but blue. And seeing just the tips poking out, the others make up a wide range of colours. The sentry is red, the spitters are yellow-green, and the last one is brown.

The shock skag mounts Fluttershy just like a dog would, except that his two upper jaws clamp down on her shoulders. He wastes no time in bucking his hips, which he does exceptionally quickly. He ends up scratching her up pretty hard between his teeth and claws, but after another short cut to the other three cameras, he's off of her and licking her admittedly mild wounds.

A spitter skag mounts her next, and as he plunges in, a splash of off-white seminal fluid splatters soundlessly to the ground. Fluttershy's mouth is still stuck on the big one's knot, and her face is just starting to show panic. The spitter, while still moving relatively quickly, is nowhere near as fast as the shock skag, and as such, has no need to clamp down on Fluttershy nearly as hard.

All except the big one have a chance at her pussy, each blowing their loads in turn and knotting her, only to yank the knot right out. Her mild panic turns to struggling, and just as her attempts to force herself off begin to wane in strength, there's enough reduction in his swelling to let her mouth pop free, just as the sentry locks his hips to hers.

She rolls over onto her back, her breasts heaving as the sentry just stands there, holding her hips aloft while she catches her breath. For a short while, she says nothing, not that one could tell with the complete lack of audio, as she may just be using words that don't require any lip or jaw movement, such as "no" or "go."

After she catches her breath, however, she picks herself up on her elbows and wipes herself off with her hands, discarding most of the spilled seed on the ground and licking up and swallowing the remainder. Her mouth starts moving as she collects her clothes and redresses, taking a moment to kiss all of them before she leaves. As she leans up to kiss the big one, he opens his mouth all the way, closing his jaws around her head for a few seconds before she slips off, her mane all messed up from the slobber.

She smiles and laughs softly before hoisting herself up onto his back, riding him past cameras 3.01, 3.04, and finally 3.02 as the video cuts out, then back to the control panel. "--er way back out." The audio also comes back as the microphone turns on, catching the last half of the guard's sentence.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" responds Twilight. "Open the door for her!"

"It's more of a lock," he explains. "She has to go into the first chamber alone."

The camera is carried over to the door as Fluttershy climbs off the skag, scratching his neck before coming inside.

"She's in, and she's alone!" calls Twilight, prompting the guard to close the door and open up the other one. "How are you feeling? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine," assures Fluttershy. "They were very sweet and caring. They're just incredibly frustrated and bored. And not at all pleased with their diets."

"Is that why they were always vomiting up their food?" asks the scientist, approaching from out of frame. "What are they supposed to eat?"

"Well, they're omnivorous, so what food you've been feeding them is mostly fine. "Yellow poppings on log" was a favourite, as was "little green spheres." But what they really liked was the one time you gave them "meat on a half-bone." Corn, peas and ham, I'm assuming?"

"We'll try that," assures the scientist. "What's going to stop them from vomiting it up, though?"

Fluttershy shakes her head. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"It's a two-way digestive system. Food comes in through the mouth, goes to the stomach, is digested, and the remnants come right back out the way they went in. I specifically asked them about it, and they were certain that this was the case. Also, I checked their claim against some evidence. Did you not realise that they have no anuses?"

There's a pause.

"I did not. That would explain the lack of feces."

"Anyway, my point is, take the food out of the can before you give it to them. And also, they need toys, and something that I'm going to have to make for them. Don't worry, they gave me the specifications. I'll make it, Twilight will have it brought in. If you do that, it should calm them down quite a bit."

The scientist chuckles. "Twilight was right about you..."

Episode Twenty-Five: Thestrals, Part One

"Wowie, zowie, we're high up!" Pinkie Pie's words echo off of the dry, lifeless rocks that surround the crag they're approaching. "Not even the clouds were brave enough to fly this high up!"

"We're actually not that high up," clarifies Fluttershy. "We're actually just in an area where the air is uncharacteristically dense, which is causing the clouds to drop down. It's more akin to fog at this point."

Pinkie pans the camera around and shows the giant pillars of stone jutting straight out of the ground and up into the sky. As she peers over the edge of the hot air balloon, the area right beneath them is nothing more than sharp rocks and fog. But as she looks back up, Fluttershy has her gaze set on a mountain with a lot of caves bored into it.

"So, that's where we're going?"

"Yep."

"Not to be a judgy judgerson, but what kind of critter wants to live in a place like this, where there aren't any friends to make?"

"They can make friends with each other," answers Fluttershy. "They're actually very communal. Spend their lives together. Without a lot of ponies coming up here, they're reliant on each other for companionship."

"Well, they maybe wouldn't have to be if they were more willing to come on down to Ponyville. I'd make some friends for them in no time!"

"Well, actually, I--"

Fluttershy is cut off as the basket suddenly pitches, and Pinkie falls out. She screams for a few seconds as the camera tumbles aimlessly, then stops screaming a second before the camera locks in place, staring straight at the ground and panning quickly across the landscape until it stops, coming to a gentle sideways rest on the side of the mountain.

"Oh, you saved the camera, too!" squeaks Pinkie. "I'm guessing you're the creatures Fluttershy told me about?"

There's a warbling squawk from behind the camera as Pinkie picks it up and turns it to the hot air balloon, which is being buffeted around by the wind. That is, until some black blur grabs the basket and pulls it toward the camera. It stops, however, when it's out of the wind, grabbing a rope to tie the whole apparatus to a stone pillar. The balloon is still stranded in the air, but Fluttershy crawls out onto the back of whatever the black thing is and rides it to where Pinkie Pie is waiting.

"Wow, what a rescue! I didn't expect those winds to come out of nowhere like that! I bet it'd be fun to do wingsuit gliding out here!" As she claps, Fluttershy disembarks. "How about you?"

"Oh. No, I'm not a fan of horizontal skydiving. Or vertical. I would prefer a soft, gentle descent on the breeze."

"I wonder what caused the wind to go all loco in the coco like that?"

Fluttershy gestures to the ground below. "There are pits below those clouds. They might be causing some kind of low-pressure pocket that causes air to rush in, creating stronger winds."

"Indeed so," nods Pinkie, nodding the camera along with her head. "Most indeededly..." She whips the camera over to a couple of the black creatures. "So, are these your critter friends?"

The creatures have a body shape similar to that of an equine, except it's desiccated and thin. Even its ribcage is thin and sleek, and it goes back further than that of most animals, going almost straight to its hips. This is made apparent by the fact that its ribs show through its skin. Not that its skin has stretched so tight that its rib placement is notable, but that its ribs go out further than its skin does, creating a partial exoskeleton.

Its legs end in claws, similar to that of a gryphon, but in this case, it's all four legs, not just the two in front. Also like a gryphon, its face is capped with a hooked beak, though its face is more skeletal. Its wings appear to just be black, stick-like appendages, until it opens them, and a thin, clear film fills the space. The same is true of its tail, with the skeletal-looking vertebrae extending down, and a transparent, almost ghostly series of strands come out.

"These are thestrals," explains Fluttershy. "They live out here because they look scary. There have been reports throughout history of one of these creatures walking into town, and death would follow close behind it. This has led to a common misconception that they bring death, and should be cast out, or, more recently, there has been a more believable, yet equally untrue rumour that they themselves are killing ponies. This is a lie."

"So, I'm not going to contract some awful disease if I touch them?"

Fluttershy responds not with words, but by petting one's neck.

"Welp, that's good enough for me!" Pinkie's hand reaches out from behind the camera as it turns to one of the thestrals and gently scritches the underside of its jaw. "Thanks for the rescue!"

The thestral, in turn, nuzzles her hand.

"So, what do we call this little guy?"

"Veronica," answers Fluttershy. "She's a girl."

"Whoopsie!" giggles Pinkie. "My bad. I'm still learning."

Fluttershy gently pets the one she rode in on. "This one is named Thurston."

Thurston warbles and caws in the direction of the camera, then starts strutting off, bobbing his head forward and backward as he walks.

"Do they listen to a lot of music?" asks Pinkie.

"No. Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering why his head's doing that. Actually, lotsa birds do that. Sure would be nice to figure out why."

Fluttershy clears her throat. "The reason is actually pretty simple. If they keep their heads still on their necks and don't move them, they're going to see everything moving at once. If they move their head into position and hold it there for a second or two, then move again, Then the moment where they're not moving allows them to take in a lot of information very quickly. If they held their heads in place while the rest of their bodies moved, everything would be a blur, or, their eyes would need to twitch a lot, which becomes more difficult the wider your pupil is. So, since birds have very wide pupils, as do Thestrals, it's a lot easier to just bob their heads."

"Huh..." snorts Pinkie. "Well, I guess I learned something today. I'm clear to be ignorant for the next twelve hours!"

Episode Twenty-Six: Thestrals, Part Two

"So, thestrals live in big communities. They spend a lot of time underground or in the air. They're actually very accomplished flyers, and are even pretty good diggers. Look down at their claws."

The camera pans down to the thestrals' claws. At their right, the claws were thinner, longer, sharper. On the left, they were shorter and wider.

"They use their right claws to cut through dirt and rocks, and their left to scoop it out of the way," explains Fluttershy. "This back and forth makes it really easy to move through mountains."

"Wouldn't in be just as easy to make their homes in hills?" asks Pinkie.

"For individual homes, maybe," smirked Fluttershy. "Maybe this will be easier to explain if we go inside?"

They head to the entrance to the cave and see that there are hundreds of thestrals all living here together. It's not even dark, because the sunlight reflects off of the jewels in the walls and illuminates the whole cave. It drops down a fair distance once inside, with a lot of small chambers and also a fair few large ones carved into the walls. The larger ones seem to be communal areas where every thestral is welcome.

"Thestrals are big believers in genealogy. Families stay together for a long time, building outward from within. It's not unlikely that every thestral here has a common ancestor."

"Ew!"

Fluttershy looks back at Pinkie. "What's wrong?"

"That means that they're doing... Well, you know..."

Fluttershy shrugs. "What?"

"That thing that families aren't supposed to do?"

Fluttershy takes a deep breath. "Yes. That's common in the animal kingdom. Well, not common, per se, but not very rare. In this case, they don't really have a lot of choice in the matter. This is the only Thestral crag on the continent. They'd have to cross the ocean to find a partner who shares no familial connection. Besides, they're far enough away to not be as big of a problem as you might think. Second cousin is good enough. Third is better. And since there's space enough for them to make it all the way to twelfth cousin, they're pretty diverse."

"That's still kind of gross..."

"Maybe. But that's how it works with thestrals, and it's working fine for them."

"What if it was you and your brother?" pokes Pinkie. "Still okay?"

"No," scoffs Fluttershy. "Zephyr's awful, first of all. Second, not even in thestral groupings is a brother-sister relationship common. That's way too close. Think of it more like... You and Big Mac."

"Nope. That study was inconclusive. We're not officially related, because the records don't go back far enough. Besides, Big Mac is awesome."

"We all know that Big Mac is objectively better than Zephyr Breeze. Not even a contest. Hang out with them for two minutes each, and you'll know which one is better by a longshot."

A trill from Thurston brings the attention back to the reason for the video. "Right. We'll cut all of that out. So, anyway, Let's go see what their private chambers look like. You know, where they sleep?"

Fluttershy climbs up on Thurston's back and holds on tight as he leaps over the side and dives down several levels, coming to a rest outside of one of the small chambers mere seconds later.

"Wowee, that was fast! Whoa!"

Pinkie is jostled as Veronica's head appears between her legs and tosses her back. She's only just able to grab ahold before the thestral she's on takes flight, landing next to Thurston as Fluttershy climbs off.

"Woohoo! What a surprise!" giggles Pinkie. "I love surprises!"

"And I like gentle thestrals that land softly," smiles Fluttershy, reaching up and kissing Thurston on the beak. "So, let's see his room, shall we?"

The camera turns to show the inside of the chamber, and it's very cozy. There's even a raised section with straw, which he lies down on like a bed. There's also another section, just off to the side, which is also slightly raised and has hay, but is more disheveled. Not in such a way that it was torn up, but in that someone stopped taking care of it. It's smaller, too.

"What's with the unkempt bed over here?" asks Pinkie.

"That's a nest," answers Fluttershy. "When a thestral chooses their mate, they make a nest for the egg to be laid in. It is here that the chick will hatch, and grow into an adolescent. The nest looking like this means one of two things. Either Thurston has lost his mate somehow, along with their egg, or more likely, he was not approved of by his potential mate."

"Is that more common?"

"It's more likely that a thestral will say "no" than die, yeah."

Thurston lays his head down, pretty much confirming the claim that he was denied. "It's okay, though," smiles Fluttershy, sitting next to him and rubbing his neck. "Thestrals don't mate for life. Rather, not always. Some do, sure, and that's the ideal, but most only mate for a long time. They can split up and find new mates as they need to. They just have to find a willing party."

"That's it!" squeaks Pinkie. "We'll throw him a party! A single thestral party! That way, he can find himself a mate!"

Pinkie drops the camera to the floor and, judging by the sound of her voice going down in volume, flies off on the back of her thestral mount to one of the communal areas.

"You really should consider going," urges Fluttershy. "Even if it is in poor taste, she means well. She genuinely would be happy to help you find the bird for you."

Thurston sighs and crows sadly, curling his beak to rest on Fluttershy's thigh.

"If I may ask, what happened?"

He trills a little bit, then places his left claw over his face.

"Well, she probably thought it would be too rough on her. That's a lot to--"

She's cut off by a squawk that stops her in her tracks. After a silent pause, the sad trilling comes back.

"Well, I... I certainly didn't consider that. I know it's not a popular opinion, but... I may be able to help you out with that. You know, just to calm you down..."

Episode Twenty-Seven: Thestrals, Part Three

Fluttershy takes a deep breath. Then another, finally, she speaks. "I'm ready. What do you need?"

Thurston lifts his hips up without moving his shoulders from the bed. He does move his beak from Fluttershy's thigh, allowing her to move. She stands up and moves behind him as he lifts his tail out of the way. His legs begin to spread as his back toes curl.

"So... I just..."

He trills impatiently, turning his head over his shoulder.

"O-okay..."

After yet another deep breath, Fluttershy presses her face against Thurston's arse. Immediately, his impatient warbling is halted, giving way to more relaxed cooing. As he starts to relax the front of his body, his back legs seem to become even more tense. That includes the new one forming between the other two.

Thurston's cock, when fully extended, reaches down past his knees. It's a dull blue colour, wide at the base, almost like a knot, but very long and not so bulbous, with a long and slender tip just past a pair of rings in the middle.

Fluttershy's head can be seen moving just behind him, and as she pulls back, a thin strand of saliva runs from the tip of her tongue back to his butt. She pants a bit, catching her breath, then she spots his erection. "Wow. You weren't kidding..."

He caws back to her and lowers his head, back in bliss as she reaches out her tongue to reach his arsehole once again. At the same time, her hands wrap around his shaft and begin to stroke, causing his face to twist upward. He'd not shown a lot of emotion on his face so far, but now he seems to be smiling. Just at the corners of his beak, his mouth seems to be curving upward.

After a few minutes, he squawks again, turning around to drape his tail over the edge of the bed and spreading his legs. Fluttershy follows behind his behind, at first placing her hands on the back of his thighs to guide them gently out of the way, then uses her nose to push his balls out of the way to reach her tongue into his arsehole.

Soon after her tongue sets to work, her right hand moves away from his thigh, grabbing ahold of his cock again and running her hand all over the underside. Shortly after, her left hand moves to his balls and begins to fondle those just over the top of her nose. Her mouth moves up to kiss them, then goes right back into his arsehole.

After a few more minutes, she pulls her face away and begins to finger his pucker. "How am I doing?"

He coos happily, his toes curling tighter and tighter as his balls clench. As an almost immediate result, Fluttershy jumps up and wraps her lips around the head of his cock, just as his dick begins to pulse and his hips begin to buck wildly. A small amount of seed sprays out through her nose as she tries desperately to swallow it all down, almost succeeding.

"Wow," she gasps when it's all over. "You really were pent up."

He crows softly at her.

"Four days?!" Fluttershy reaches up to her face and realises that she has stuff on her upper lip. "Oh my goodness! If that's what you can build up in such a short time, you really do need a mate."

He rolls out of bed and walks over to her, nuzzling her breasts and shoulders.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but no. I really like you as a thestral, but I still have a lot of things to do. Plus, I really don't like laying eggs."

He presses harder against her, causing her to stumble back against the wall.

"I know," she answers, petting his neck. "We're too different, you and I. I mean, just think of what your grandparents would say. Think of what other ponies would say about us."

He caws.

"Yes, I suppose you have a good point but... Look at this." She turns and indicates the nest. "Your goal is to raise a family with a nice thestral girl. And with skills like yours, I can all but guarantee that whoever doesn't scoop you up is missing out."

He pulls away, staring at the nest.

"Come on. You know what you really want. Sure, you and I had some fun, and we can have fun again, but I literally can't be here all the time. You can come visit from time to time, but what's going to make you feel better is having a family. That's what you really want."

He takes a few steps toward the nest, and as she places her hand on his shoulder, he starts cleaning it up. She even helps him out with it, and as soon as they step back, it's beautiful. It looks warm, cozy and very plush, and with the whole thing cleaned up, it becomes clear that one of the parents is supposed to sleep alongside the egg, keeping it warm.

"Now that looks like a beautiful nest. They'd have to be crazy to refuse you with a nest like that."

"I'll say," comes Pinkie's voice from behind the camera as she picks it up. "Your party is all set up! The only thing missing is you!"

Fluttershy rubs Thurston's shoulders. "Now, remember what I told you, Thurston. You're a wonderful thestral, and any one of them would be lucky to have you as their mate."

"Even your cousins!" encourages Pinkie. "I tried to invite all of the single ones. I mean, even if he does strike out, there are others that can still hook up, right?"

Fluttershy takes a deep breath and kisses Thurston on the cheek. "You're ready, big guy. Go show them what you're made of."

The camera follows him out of the chamber and down to one of the larger communal areas where several dozen thestrals are waiting. It's hard to point out the males and females from this distance, but it's easy to see that they're enjoying each other's company.

"Thanks for doing this, Pinkie," says Fluttershy. "He deserves some happiness."

"It's what I do," waves Pinkie. "That party is functional enough to run on its own. And even if he doesn't find the right one right away, it'll at least open some doors for him."

"Pinkie?"

"Yeah?"

"Who's going to carry you back to the cave entrance?"

"Oh. Whoops..."

Episode Twenty-Eight: Dolphins, Part One

The camera clicks on to a view of the side of the boat, then immediately turns outward as it hits the water, showing a bunch of fish all swimming upside-down. It shows this view for a few seconds before a yellow streak enters the water from below, letting the bubbles trickle down towards the surface.

A green bikini top with a broken clasp floats by, and moments later, Fluttershy and her breasts are hanging upside down in front of the camera as she sticks her head through the floor. She says something, but through the surface tension of the water, it's hard to hear properly.

Regardless, something made of fabric hits the surface, and Fluttershy pulls it up into the water, wrapping it around her breasts, jiggling them around a few times to make sure they're properly secured. She then moves out of the way just in time for a purple streak to enter the water. Twilight and her breasts show up next, but rather than needing to poke her head up out of the water, she has her bikini top in her hand, and she slips into it easily.

"Thanks for the heads-up," she says, looking toward Fluttershy. "It's a good thing Rainbow and Pinkie are the only ones out here to have seen us. If we'd actually hired that captain, there would have been a boy out here. And we certainly don't want that."

"I just wish we would have known to take off our bikini bottom before the transformation," says Fluttershy, swishing her mermaid tail. "I really liked that swimsuit."

"I'll do what I can to replace it," assures Twilight. "I'm sure you liked the suit, but I bet you'll like interacting with today's guest even more."

Fluttershy nods. She then grabs the camera and gives it to Twilight, and the whole ridiculous bit about the camera being upside-down is corrected as the camera is flipped to the correct orientation.

"This way," says Fluttershy, after turning to look in several directions. "The boat's motor upset them a bit, but they're on their way back. It'll be faster to meet them halfway."

The view bobs up and down, back and forth, but particles of stuff in the water seem to be rushing by at an increased pace until four blue creatures swim into view. Only then does Fluttershy slow down, along with the camera.

"Is this the normal size?" whispers Twilight. "I thought the group would be... bigger."

Fluttershy turns back to the camera and shakes her head. "Bottlenose Dolphin pods go through stages of fusion and fission all the time. Sometimes, two groups come together to form one, and when they split, they break back into two groups with the separated groups being completely different than the two that formed it."

"Don't they want to stay with their families?" asks Twilight. "Surely, their families are worth something, right?"

"Oh, yes, absolutely," smiles Fluttershy. It's actually very common for the fathers to stay with the young and raise them to be stronger, better offspring, so that their offspring can be yet better."

"That's odd," snorts Twilight. "You would think that the mother would be the one to be protective."

"Not in the case of the bottlenose dolphin. You will find that, in their case, the groups are more often collections of males, rather than females. The boys tend to stay together longer and with more powerful friendships. The girls tend to upset each other and leave."

"That's still pretty odd," sighs Twilight. "I was sure most fish tend to stay together in schools."

Fluttershy turns back to Twilight. She looks concerned. "Dolphins are mammals, Twilight."

"Oh. Right. Duh..." Twilight chuckles. "I knew that. Why did I think they were fish?"

"I don't think that's even a common misconception," pouts Fluttershy. "That's one of those "gotcha" type facts that every schoolfilly uses to try to one-up their friends. Dolphins, whales and bats are all mammals."

"As are platypi, despite laying eggs. I was aware, it's just... I can't always remember everything perfectly. When you have as much information memorised as I do, sometimes facts are misremembered."

"It's okay," smirks Fluttershy. "We can fix it in post, right?"

"We'll fix it in post."

The dolphins are close now, and begin to circle around them. Fluttershy reaches out to touch the top of one's head, gently rubbing him. "You know, Dolphins are one of the most intelligent animals on the planet."

"How so?"

"They've been shown to learn very quickly, and even master complicated concepts. They've even been known to communicate directly with ponies."

"Rats have been known to display the same behaviour," argues Twilight. "Shouldn't they be given a shot?"

"They should," agrees Fluttershy. "They're very intelligent, too. But you know what they're not? Here. And the dolphins are."

"Okay, okay. So, tell us more about the dolphins."

"Well, for one thing, they never truly sleep. They're capable of turning off half of their brain to let it rest, then switching sides so that they always have awareness of what's going on around you. You'll never come across a sleeping dolphin. Only a half-asleep one."

"Why is that, do you think?"

"Because they have lungs instead of gills, they need to keep breathing air, and most marine creatures would sink if they fell asleep. They'd all drown if they couldn't keep themselves close to the surface. They have to fill their lungs with air, and for them, breathing takes some amount of thought. It's not on autopilot, like it is for us. This is called "unihemispheric sleeping," and they typically stay near the surface while doing so. Otherwise, they would die."

"Wow. I was hoping for a theory, but you just have the answer, huh?"

Fluttershy shrugs. "You know I can just ask them, right?"

"I know. I just... You knew without asking them anything."

She shrugs. "I studied before we came out."

One of the dolphins stops circling, putting his body in a shape not dissimilar to the letter S. He lets out a somewhat loud squeak and chitters a little bit.

"You're right, I'm sorry," says Fluttershy, raising a hand. "We'll go back to it."

"What was that about?" asks Twilight.

"Oh, he just insisted that we stop arguing..."

Episode Twenty-Nine: Dolphins, Part Two

"How about a fun fact?" asks Fluttershy.

"Aren't most facts fun?" retorts Twilight.

"Dolphin encounters for the public suddenly skyrocketed a few years ago. Sapphire Shores, the Pony of Pop, said in an interview that a pod of dolphins was protecting her dreams, and a lot of her fans all scheduled times to swim with dolphins. It was a huge influx."

"That does sound fun. Seems like a great way to learn about animals."

"It actually caused a fair amount of damage to a lot of dolphins in captivity. And increased demand meant more dolphins were taken into captivity to allow more encounters. But it did raise awareness of what dolphins are like, and now it's calmed down a fair bit. Some of them have even been released to the wild."

"Oh, that sounds like good news."

"Some of them. Not all of them."

"Well, I'm sure the ones that stayed in captivity are being better taken-care of. I know for a fact that there's one in the Canterlot Aquariums that's missing a few fins."

"That is true," nods Fluttershy. "For those that are disabled, having somepony around to take care of them is a wonderful thing. But for those that are perfectly healthy, a small tank is a horrible way to spend the rest of your life."

"Speaking of remaining life, the battery for this camera is indicating twenty percent. I should go back to the boat and grab another. Can you handle things here while I do that?"

Fluttershy nods, and there's a small whoosh as Twilight retreats. The dolphins start swirling faster, until one breaks off and swats at Fluttershy with his tail.

"Hey! That's not nice."

He opens his mouth wide and starts clicking at her.

"Well, that's no reason to hit me..."

Another comes over and smacks her before taking on a crooked posture. A little red nub pushes out of his pelvis before he swims back into the swirling circle.

"You, too? Why are you suddenly all being mean to me?"

Another comes by, raking his teeth against her ribs. As he swims past the camera, his erection is on full display.

"Ow! If you're going to be mean, I'm going to--"

The last one pushes up against her, locking his tail to hers and humping her while the others watch. Fluttershy is downright shocked by the behaviour, if her face is any indication.

Luckily for her, he doesn't last particularly long and swims off, smacking her shoulder with his tail as he does.

"Well, that was--"

She's cut off again as another dolphin swims up and takes hold of her with his teeth, wrapping his tail around hers just as the other one had. Moments later, his hips begin to buck, and Fluttershy has to hold on to keep his teeth from sawing into her skin.

Before he's even finished, the next one lines up, once again S-posturing. This pushes his dick out of his slit, and it's fairly large. At least, it is compared to what's been shown on camera before it.

As bitey finishes and swims away, the next one takes his place, wrapping his fins around her shoulders and holding her in place as he begins to thrust his hips up into her.

As she's held in place, she continues to be slapped by tail fins as the other dolphins circle around her. She seems to have regained enough of her senses to try to push her assailant off, but every time she finds a good place to grab ahold of him, her arm is smacked away by one of the others. Like the other three, however, he's fast to finish, and he soon swims away.

"Okay," sighs Fluttershy. "That was hard, but I made it through. All of you have had a turn, so we can return to what I came here to do. Now if you cou--"

Once more, Fluttershy is cut off as her mouth is crammed full of dolphin cock. She tries to pull back, but another dolphin from the group holds her head in place with his body, keeping her from pulling away. She tries once more to push him off, but is swatted away once more.

When he finishes and the next one swims up, she struggles just until she's struck by one of the tails, and then she stops fighting it. It is at this moment that a look of resignation takes over.

When the next one swims up, she opens her mouth and grabs him, not to push him away, but to take control of the situation. She starts bobbing her head in time with his thrusts, creating a better seal with her lips, and even moaning as she goes.

As he moves off, she turns to the fourth one and, with steely eyes, beckons him closer. He chitters at her a bit, but she chitters back, and swims a bit closer. He tries to take a more dominant stance, S-posing and clicking at her, but her hand darts to his dick, and before he can try to swim away, it's already in her mouth, and she's swallowed the whole thing already.

Something's different about this one, though. Even after his hips stop thrusting, she remains clamped on, and her tongue darts out of her mouth to rub him down. He tries to swim away, even smacks her with his tail, but she holds tight, a scowl on her face until he starts squeaking in a panic. Even then, she waits several seconds for it to stop before letting him swim away.

"You all were very cruel, ganging up on me the way that you did!" she scolds. "I came out here to talk about how great you are, and not only do you all take a run at me, but you also all team up to make it easier on yourselves. Shame on you! Shame on all of you."

The dolphins stop swirling around her, and the one that she grabbed is floating a bit further away, keeping his head down.

"But you know what the most upsetting thing about all of this is?" Fluttershy asks, turning to glare at all of them. "What hurts the most about all of this is that despite the fact that each of you were only thinking of yourselves and each other, none of you were thinking about me."

As they start to shrink back, she grabs two of them by the fins.

"But now that you've opened up that can of worms, I need to be satisfied. And you're not leaving until I finish."

Episode Thirty: Dolphins, Part Three

With all of the strength of a mare denied, Fluttershy spins the largest dolphin around so that they're face-to-face. She's looming over him, as if she were pinning him down, but not against anything. They're still entwined, but now it's her tail that's wrapped around his.

Her hips buck, her slit enveloping him and gripping his shaft as she rides him. All the while, she's glaring into his eyes, her rarely-seen frustration now on full display.

As was the case earlier, though, his hips buck a bit, and he's finished. For good, this time. Having fired off three loads in less than fifteen minutes, he, like the one Fluttershy had already grabbed, is unable to continue. He's tapped out, and as soon as Fluttershy's grip loosens, he's gone, swimming away in a huff.

Fluttershy practically has to chase the next one down, grabbing ahold of his tail and pulling herself up his belly. "I'm so close," she growls. "Don't take this away from me!"

Grinding her body against his, she slaps her hips against him in measured, yet firm thrusts. Once she manages to be penetrated, he doesn't even last a minute with her.

As he swims away, Fluttershy whorls around, looking for the last one. However, after two full rotations, she stops. Realisation washes across her face when she spots him. He looks horrified.

"Oh, no..." She swims up to him gently. "It's okay. I'm past that, now..."

He swims out to meet her, tentatively touching his nose to her hand. He clicks at her a few times, then falls silent.

"No, and I'm sorry. I lost myself in the moment."

He squeaks at her.

"Well, yes, that's also true, but I shouldn't have snapped like I did. It is true that you all pushed me there, but I was the one who pushed back twice as hard, and I'm sorry. Truly, deeply sorry."

Another dolphin returns to vocalise at her.

"Yes, I need to apologise to you, too. More, in fact. I really didn't mean to do what I did. It was wrong of me, and I regret my decision. How can I make this right?"

Another dolphin comes up from behind and nuzzles her, clicking his tongue.

Fluttershy reaches back and smiles. "I forgive you for that. It's all in the past, now, so we can look to the future."

The first one squeaks at her, draping himself across her lap.

"Oh, no, I couldn't do that! What I did was an act of malice and what you did was--"

She's interrupted one final time by being smacked by a tailfin. As she turns her attention to the dolphin that smacked her, he starts a very long series of squeaks, clicks, and chitters that Fluttershy pays close attention to, not taking her eyes off of him.

"Okay," she sighs when he's done. "I... reluctantly... accept your apology. That doesn't make what I did right, and it doesn't fix the problem, but if it puts us back on equal terms and allows us to move forward, that's something, at least..."

"I'm back," calls Twilight, taking ahold of the camera and pointing it down. As she braces the camera against her abdomen, the front of her tail comes into view, and her vaginal slit is on full display, pulled slightly open by the tension on her skin.

Suddenly, big red letters appear:

WARNING
Main battery removed
Auxiliary battery: 85%
Time remaining: 00H04M38S

Along with this warning, an icon appears in the top right corner of the frame, indicating a low battery. But after a few seconds, it refills, then disappears.

"There we go," explains Twilight, returning the camera to look at Fluttershy and the dolphins instead of her lightly-spread vagina. "Battery replaced. I probably should have done that before we started."

"That might have been a good idea," sighs Fluttershy.

"That's... very passive-aggressive of you," notes Twilight. "Did I upset you?"

Fluttershy shakes her head. "I'm upset with myself." She looks at the camera. "While you were gone, we had a bit of a... I guess you would call it a "disagreement." It was about to turn into an altercation. If you hadn't gone back... If you'd stayed, I..."

A dolphin rubs up against her. It's the last of the four to forgive her.

She sighs. "It's fine, okay? I just... I lost myself for a bit, and now I want to... move on."

"Move on as in skip the dolphins, or move on as in go back to filming?"

"The second one. We were almost done, anyway. Unless you have questions?"

"Other than "What happened while I was gone to set such a mood?" No."

"Well, as I said earlier, dolphins are incredibly smart. They have the emotional maturity to know when they're responsible for mistakes they've made, and to come forward and admit that what they've done is wrong. They also have the strong bonds of friendship that allows them to work together with barely any speech between them, just knowing each other well enough to infer when another needs help, and it's not uncommon for them to rush in to help each other. But even more than that, they can recognise that, even when faced with somepony that's not a dolphin going through a difficult time in their, life, they will come to make her feel better, even if she was acting like a selfish jerk mere moments ago. Because they know she's not really a bad pony, she's just experiencing a bad..."

She wipes her face, then realises that her tears are disappearing in the water, and she doesn't have to. However, in evidence to her claim, one of the dolphins nuzzles her face to make sure she's alright.

"They're intelligent. And though at times, it appears that they're cold and calculating, and maybe even a little bit cruel, it cannot be denied that they experience empathy, they like having positive relationships, and they'll apologise for anything they do that hurts each other, and they're only looking to protect themselves and their loved ones. Dolphins are great, and we should all be thrilled to have them, and have the opportunity to interact with them. We're lucky to be able to experience this in our lifetimes."

"I'm going to go ahead and call it there," says Twilight. "I don't know what happened while I was gone, but I think you need a bit of rest. Let's go back to the boat and review the footage, hm?"

Episode Thirty-One: Eagles, Part One

"--urn this on," answers Rainbow Dash. "That way, we can start right away when we make it up there."

"Good idea," nods Fluttershy as the camera moves from the rocks to her face. She stuffs the last of her sandwich into her mouth and wipes the crumbs from her lips. "Keep it on the straps, though. We wouldn't want to drop it all the way down."

The camera turns and looks down. They're quite a ways up a very steep cliff. "Remind me again why we have to climb this cliff instead of flying? Both of us have wings, you know. And I'm not even injured anymore."

"I know. But today's species is very territorial. And even though they know we're coming, our size and capacity for flight would set off alarms for them, and I don't want to upset them any more than I have to."

"Uh huh..."

Fluttershy pulls her legs up onto the rock she'd been sitting on and stands up. "I thought you liked rock climbing."

"I do," answers Rainbow, draping the camera over her shoulder and jostling it around a she approaches the flat of the cliff face. "I find it to be relaxing and energising all at the same time."

"How do you do both at once?" asks Fluttershy. "Aren't those contradictory?"

"Not really." As Fluttershy climbs a bit higher, the camera looks up her skirt. Once more, she has neglected to wear panties. "It's a simple activity, so it takes my mind off of everything and makes it easy to relax. And then, when I reach the top, I feel great. Ready to take on the world!"

"So why the upset at climbing this mountain?"

"I have shit to do," answers Rainbow plainly. "And flying would be faster."

"Faster, but more upsetting," agrees Fluttershy. "And we need to not upset them. They're kind of already on a watchlist for how rare they are."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we're grabbing footage of them now," assures Rainbow. "It'd be a real shame if something happens to them and it grows too late."

Fluttershy visibly shivers. "Please don't talk about that when they're listening," she urges. "I'll add in an extra monologue about it at the end, just... don't tell them that they're conservation-dependant."

"Okay, okay... You, uh... You stuck?"

Fluttershy has stopped moving, her legs almost closed, and currently out of view of the camera. "I'm fine," she states, looking around. "I just need to find a foothold. That one looks a little far."

"Okay, here, gimme a sec..." Rainbow shakes the camera a bit, then tosses something Fluttershy's way. She catches it with ease. "Tie that to your waist. I'll catch you if you fall, so you don't have to fly."

Fluttershy ties it to her waist as instructed and stretches her foot over to the other rock, splaying out her slit and pucker, opening them both slightly before closing her legs again. "I made it. You should probably take the other side; it looks easier."

Rainbow's hair comes into view, then shuffles again. "Yeah, I was going to."

Little more is said until they reach the top of the cliff. There are a few upskirt shots of Fluttershy climbing, but it's not any more interesting than the big one. Rainbow seats herself and looks back at the cliff they were on just a few minutes ago, just fifteen metres down. They could have flown up here in less than a minute.

"Look, there it is."

The camera turns to see a very large nest, big enough for both of them to sit in. "That's huge!"

"They are quite big," nods Fluttershy. "This is the nest of a Giant Crested Harpy Eagle; scientific name: Harpiinae Hresvelgr. It's the biggest known species of eagles in the world. Large enough, in fact, that you could ride on its back."

"Why do they call it that?"

"Well, they call it giant because it's huge. Most birds don't grow nearly this large. This is one of the few species larger than a pony."

"What do they eat that makes them so big?"

"Jormungandr, mostly. That's actually a species that was recently discovered, as was this particular type of eagle. There were reports, but nothing credible until just recently. With evidentiary support being more accessible over the last few years, and not just drawings and folklore, we've noted about thirty new species in this area. Including this one."

"So, what is a your-ming-and?"

"Jormungandr are a very large variety of river serpent. It's possible that they've been mistaken for anacondas in the past by research teams, because of the mud, but about two years ago, they were found to be a different species entirely. Just a big snake in the water. But we're not here to talk about that."

There's a screech, followed by a strong gust of wind as an exceptionally large bird lands at the edge of the nest, a massive dead snake in its talons. Each claw is the length of Fluttershy's forearm from elbow to wrist, or would be if they weren't curled up. Its wings, still spread open, are the size of sails. Its chest is puffy and white, but its beak and wingtips, and even its tail, are black, though the feathers have grey stripes. It has a navy blue rhamphotheca and bright yellow feet.

"There she is, now," smiles Fluttershy, waving Rainbow closer. "Come on."

The camera moves closer as the bird tucks the snake aside, trilling at Fluttershy. She squawks and tilts her head to the side, then back upright.

"Oh, I see. I hope that's not going to be a problem."

"What is?" asks Rainbow. "Is there something I should know?"

Fluttershy turns back to the camera. "It's nothing too serious. We scheduled this out, and she was expecting to be done with something by now. It's just taking a bit longer than what was expected, that's all."

"Oh. Sounds like it's not a problem, then. Unless it's going to interfere with filming?"

"It might," sighs Fluttershy. "She was supposed to have laid her eggs before we arrived. As of now, she's still carrying them. They're late, but not outside of the timeframe where they're late enough to be a danger to her. For now, it's not a big problem, but it does mean we might be in for some complications..."

Episode Thirty-Two: Eagles, Part Two

Fluttershy takes a deep breath. "Okay. Let's turn our attention to something more fun, hm?" she turns to the eagle. "Would you spread your wings for me, please?"

The eagle nods and spreads her wings out wide. It was a little hard to see when she was in flight or landing, because of all of the movement, but with her standing still, her full wingspan is truly massive.

"Whoa," remarks Rainbow. "How big are those?"

"The distance from wingtip to wingtip is just over ten metres," chuckles Fluttershy. "That's three times the span of an albatross, twice that of a chocobo, and a metre and a half wider than a roc!"

"Rocks don't have wings, though?" snorts Rainbow. "When's the last time you saw a stone flying through the air?"

"Earlier today," answers Fluttershy. "The one you kicked."

"Okay, one with wings, then..."

"Discord has a pet rock that can fly."

"Seriously? You're pulling that card?"

"All of this is irrelevant, anyway. Because when I said "roc," I was talking about the bird. You're not going to make fun of me like that kid in second grade, are you?"

"Which one? You're gonna have to be more specific; there were quite a few."

"Remember when we were learning about sharks, and he was trying to convince everyone that the best shark was the biggest one; the great white shark?"

"Yeah. He was wrong, though. Hammerheads look way cooler."

"And I preferred the chain dogfish for my species. And then I pointed out that the largest shark in the world wasn't the great white shark, but the whale shark."

"And then he called you stupid for believing that a whale and a shark could have babies together."

"That's the one."

"And then I called him stupid because he'd already accepted that tiger sharks exist, and tigers can't breed with sharks, either. Like, even less so, because tigers can't breathe underwater, and sharks can't survive on land."

"Loamsharks and sandsharks can," interrupts Fluttershy. "They mostly live in other countries, though, so I don't expect you to be super aware of them."

"Point being, if he's going to make fun of you for believing that whale sharks exist, I'm going to make fun of him for believing that tiger sharks exist."

"Oh, Rainbow, that was years ago..."

"You brought it up."

"Just to say that, just because "roc" sounds like "rock," they're not the same thing. Neither of which is the main subject of our video today. We're focusing on the giant crested harpy eagle, not the giant snowy sea hawk."

The camera turns back to the eagle, which has since closed its wings, and had been pulling apart and eating the snake it had brought back. Now that it's back in view, it wipes its beak. As it does, its crest is made visible; seven black feathers in a decorative pattern adorn its face like a tiara, fanning out across the back of its head. If seen from above or at level, it would be easy to see, but since the bird stands a metre taller than the camera, it wasn't very visible before.

As the eagle turns around, it warbles a bit. Fluttershy takes a step forward, but stops. "Actually, would you like to ride on her back for a bit?"

"I'm well aware of how it feels to fly," assures Rainbow. "And so are you."

"Yeah, but it's different on the back of an eagle. And our viewers might not know what it looks like, so if you take the camera..."

"Roger that." Rainbow moves around the nest, captures an admittedly gruesome shot of the torn-up jormungandr, then mounts the camera to her shoulder, as it had been while climbing. She then climbs up on the eagle's back.

"Now, hold on tight, but try not to kick her too much or pull out any feathers. Just hook your hands over her shoulders and hold on."

One of Rainbow's hands comes into view, and a moment later, the view past her shoulder and that of the eagle becomes the ground, which they start speeding toward. The rush of the wind into the microphone masks all but Rainbow's breathing as it picks up in pace, culminating in a loud "WOOHOO!!" as they pull out of the dive.

The trees rush past at an amazing pace, and as they turn around, the camera can see the ripples of their mach cone still shifting the boughs. Rainbow laughs triumphantly to herself, as that's one of her favourite parts of flying low over a forest.

Then they start climbing again. "I don't know if I should be telling you guys about eagle facts, or anything, but this one's, like, really strong. And that's coming from a great flyer such as myself. If anypony is going to convince you that an eagle is good at flying, it's gonna be me."

After climbing high enough to perform another dive, the eagle turns and goes into a spiral, spinning downward. Rainbow's arm is pressed against her back by the centripetal force, almost disappearing below her feathers until she breaks the dive into a glide.

The glide is immediately followed with a pained squawk. There's a moment of hesitation, then Rainbow has to ask, "Do you need to land?"

A sharp whistle is heard, and in the distance, Fluttershy can be barely seen, waving her arms as they approach. The eagle lands in its nest, and starts to cry out.

"Come down, Rainbow, quick!" urges Fluttershy, as Rainbow is already removing herself. The eagle caws loudly, then flags up her tail. "Something's wrong!"

"Of course it is!" answers Rainbow. "It happened while we were flying. What can I do?"

Fluttershy puts her hands on her head as the eagle cries out a few more times. "Sorry, Rainbow, but this is going to require the ability to listen to what she's saying, and react accordingly. I know you want to help, but..." she climbs into the nest behind the eagle. "This is something that I have to do. You just... make sure everything is okay, okay?"

Rainbow takes a deep breath. "Okay. Just tell me if you need anything; I'm on it."

Episode Thirty-Three: Eagles, Part Three

Fluttershy positions herself beneath the eagle as Rainbow Dash sets the camera on its tripod, in case she needs to rush in and grab something. "Okay. She says the pain was coming from inside, and that she felt like it was time to lay her eggs. But it's worse now than it's ever been, by a wide margin."

"She's laid eggs before?" asks Rainbow.

"Every two years for the past ten."

"So she would know that it feels different this time..."

The eagle lets out a screech and lefts her tail, and Fluttershy plunges her hands into its cloaca. She roots around in there, rubbing eagerly, but in measured strokes. As her hands find the sore spot, the bird groans louder, until Fluttershy's added pressure is causing too much pain, and her talons very nearly slice Fluttershy's leg open, before her intelligence kicks back in.

"Okay, I've found the problem," notes Fluttershy. "Your egg should be fine, and the baby inside should be healthy. But if you lay it right now, you could injure yourself. Let me just..."

Fluttershy leans forward, pushing elbow-deep into the eagle, who is squawking uncomfortably. She moves a little bit deeper, then pulls her elbow back out a few times, soon showing that her being inside of the eagle has made her arm quite wet. The eagle's talons dig into the nest, locking down tightly to prevent any more chance of accidental scratching.

"Almost there," urges Fluttershy. "You're going to be pushing this first egg out backwards."

The eagle screeches at her.

"I know the risks. In any other scenario, I'd recommend against it, but right now, it's for the best. Remember, I'll be right here to make sure it's safe and secure. You can trust me."

The eagle turns away, then a large, somewhat jagged lump begins to spread her cloaca. Her pink flesh ripples as the bronze egg begins to push into Fluttershy's arms. There's a moment where the eagle relaxes her push, and the jagged barbs start to dig into her skin again, but Fluttershy grabs ahold of it and keeps it from digging in too far. Another big push, and more of the egg comes out, until the whole thing suddenly slips free.

"Holy shit," snorts Rainbow. "No wonder she was so uncomfortable. If those spikes came out backwards, then trying to push those out the right way would have torn her apart! Is that normal?"

Fluttershy shakes her head. "What I suspect happened was that something went wrong while she was creating the shell, and her glands deposited some shells that broke and deformed, but then more of the shell was added to complete the egg. Having them ripple like that is more often a sign of muscular stress, meaning she must have been doing something strenuous when she shouldn't have. Which may not be her fault, because that would have been two weeks ago, and she only went to hunt for food today."

The eagle caws once more, and Fluttershy sets the egg down gently in the nest before digging her hands right back in. "That egg was also particularly large."

The eagle snaps at her.

"Sorry, I should clarify that. A lot of birds tend to lay larger eggs with age, but since she's still pretty young, it's probable that this egg has two yolks. When I say it's a very large egg, I'm not trying to infer that she's old, I'm just commenting on the size of this particular egg. She's in the prime years of her life." She pulls out another egg. This one is equally bronze, but it's very smooth and a fair bit smaller. "This is far more typical of what you can expect."

The second, third and fourth eggs are all the same size, about six decimetres tall and very smooth and shiny. Small copper strands band them. The first is eight decimetres tall, and is clearly covered in jagged edges. The copper strands that band this one are not nearly as consistent, accounting for the jagged nature of the egg.

"There's one more," says Fluttershy, now shoulder deep into the eagle's cloacal vent. "I can feel it, she can feel it, and it's just out of my reach..."

There's silence for a moment, then Rainbow runs in. "I can help!" she calls. "I know what to do!"

"No offense, Rainbow," huffs Fluttershy, "but my arms are a bit longer than yours. I don't think you can reach it."

"Neither do I," answers Rainbow. "Deep breath."

"Deep wha--"

Fluttershy is cut off as Rainbow grabs her by the back of the head and beneath her opposite shoulder, shoving Fluttershy's head and shoulders up into the eagle. Fluttershy struggles for a bit, then stops, then starts again as she starts tapping her hand against Rainbow's wrist. Moments later, Rainbow pulls her out, A slightly smaller egg gripped in her hand, maybe five decimetres long.

"That's the last one," gasps Fluttershy, her face and mane all wet. "That's all of them."

She gently moves the eggs to the center of the nest and makes sure that they're all unharmed and free of damage as the eagle stands up and turns around. Rainbow Dash steps out of the way, but Fluttershy is pushed back down as the bird lowers herself onto the nest, covering her eggs with her breasts. She even nuzzles Fluttershy with her beak, cooing softly.

"You're very welcome," smiles Fluttershy, wriggling her way out as smoothly as she can. "I'm glad we could help you with that."

"Seriously," agreed Rainbow. "You need any help in the future, just ask. We'll totally help. Right, Fluttershy?"

Fluttershy nods, her hair sticking to her face. She then turns to Rainbow. "She's going to have to rest for a bit, and by the time we can do any more, it'll be time to start heading home. Besides, we have the footage we came for. We should head back to Ponyville and let her tend to her eggs in peace."

"Good idea," agrees Rainbow, walking over to her bag. "I packed an extra shirt in case it was hot, and I ended up too sweaty, and I definitely qualify for that now, but your shirt's wetter than I am."

She tosses a shirt to Fluttershy, who removes her top and sets it off to the side, letting her tits hang out as she slips into Rainbow's shirt. It's a form-fitting athletic tank top make for a smaller breast size, so it squeezes her boobs out the side for just a moment until the video stops.

Episode Thirty-Four: Slime, Part One

The camera clicks on to show a partially collapsed building. That is, there's a collapsed wall in the foundation, showing the open basement, with the wooden sill being the only thing holding up the wall, and an awning that completely blocks the front door from opening. As the shot pans across the horizon, the other buildings are faring little better. Windows and walls are broken or missing, some roofs are collapsed, and one building is completely inclined, having slipped into its own basement.

It continues to pan around until it finds Fluttershy on her knees, talking to a squirrel on the remains of a porch. "Okay, it's working now," calls Twilight. "Any luck?"

Fluttershy turns to the camera, smiles, and nods. "She says she's seen the bird we're looking for, and she's willing to go bring him back to see us. We just need to supply something for his nest as payment."

"You're bribing him?"

Fluttershy pulls a colourful ribbon out of her mane. "More like "enabling our messenger to act as a good guest by offering a supplication" than full-on bribery. Like bringing a bottle of wine when you first go over to somepony's house."

"Okay, so, when's going to be here?" asks Twilight as she tracks the squirrel bounding away with the ribbon in its mouth. "And shouldn't we follow her?"

"Oh, absolutely not," insists Fluttershy. "This is a very rare bird, and keeping its nest hidden is crucial to that. I realise that this show is aimed at academics, but this is information for conservationists only. For safety reasons, you understand..."

"Oh, I do."

Fluttershy walks up to a small well and peers down. "Nothing to do but wait. Out of curiosity, do you know what happened to this town?"

"Something about contaminated water, I think," answers Twilight. "I don't remember the exact details, merely that we shouldn't drink the water."

"Sounds fa-AA--!!"

As Fluttershy leans up against the stone wall of the well, the crumbled adhesive that bound it together collapses, and she falls backwards. When Twilight rushes over, some of Fluttershy's feathers are wedged in what remains of a bucket. Just as she reaches the wall and looks down into the inky blackness, there's a splash. "Fluttershy?!"

No answer.

"Fluttershy!!"

"I'm okay!" comes an echo. "I mean, I'm not, but I could be worse!"

"Can you come up?!"

"I hurt my wing! I don't think I can fly out, but I should be able to climb, if you have a rope!"

The camera is set down as Twilight unties the broken bucket. "I'm sending the camera down! It has lights on it, so it should help you see! Can you catch it?!"

"I think so!"

Twilight ties the camera to the rope and clicks on a light on the side, raising the intensity to be ultrabright before lowering it with the winch. It illuminates the well as it goes down, and Fluttershy comes into view, her left wing held all the way out and at a weird angle. She positions herself under the camera, and the screen zooms in on her cleavage as it comes closer and closer.

She turns the camera around, looking at the walls of the small cavern she finds herself in. It's fairly typical. The rocks are moist, the clay is damp, there's not enough sunlight for moss to form. It's just a pool of water underground, a metre and a half deep where she's standing.

"I have the rope!" she calls. "Pull me up!"

The camera stabilises a little bit as it begins to lift away from the water, but it barely goes more than half a metre before the line snaps and Fluttershy is dropped back into the pool. She manages to just barely keep the camera out of the water, moving out of the way just before the rope coils down on top of her.

"Sorry!" echoes Twilight's voice. "I thought that rope looked thick enough!"

"It's probably too old!" shouts Fluttershy back. "Can you find a new rope?"

"I'll be back!" calls Twilight. "Just don't drink the water!"

Fluttershy turns and starts walking off to one side of the pool. The water grows more shallow with every step until she finds a relatively dry rock to set the camera on. It even seems to be fairly flat and smooth.

As she steps in front of the camera, her wet shirt reveals that, for once, she's actually wearing a bra; a pastel green one beneath her white shirt. As she crosses her legs to sit down and wait, it's revealed that she has panties to match beneath her green pleated skirt.

She inspects her wing, and finds some minor damage. It's nothing serious, and she'll probably be flying again within the week, but it's still fairly sore, as evidenced by her wincing as she folds it back up. Some of the feathers are bent, but she'll be fine after some rest.

She sighs and leans her good shoulder against the wall. She looks over at the camera, leans in a bit, then looks out over the pond.

"There's an innate stillness to the water," she muses to herself. "It's the kind of thing that brings relaxation; a tranquility in knowing that the only thing to do is wait."

Some of the water on the wall suddenly becomes thicker, as if swelling. Fluttershy doesn't seem to notice, as it's happening in a direction she isn't looking.

"This situation seems dire," she continues. "With a clipped wing and no way out of here, it would be reasonable to panic. After all, there's no possible chance of escaping within the next hour. But that's okay." Her voice cracks, as if she's trying to convince herself, but failing. "That's all okay. Because I'm not really alone. It's true that there's nopony else at the bottom of this well, and nopony else but Twilight knows where I am, and even the triple-breasted grouse is unable to meet with us, but I'm not really alone. Because Twilight is with me in spirit. Even if she can't find a rope nearby, she can tell Rainbow Dash where I am, and Rainbow Dash will be able to pull me out of here, because Rainbow Dash is the best flyer in all of Equestria. And even if she's gone, Applejack has a rope. And Pinkie has a chain of scarves and a big bag of balloons. I'm not going to die alone in here. My friends will save me."

She swallows hard. "I hope..."

Episode Thirty-Five: Slime, Part Two

Fluttershy starts humming to herself, trying to pretend that she's unbothered by the situation. She even starts rocking herself back and forth, wrapping her arms around her knees, which she pulls to her chest.

While she does that, the wall behind her begins to shimmer, the moisture level growing thicker and thicker. It started off as nothing more than a light smattering of a damp, porous surface, but now, the fluid stuck to the wall is about six centimetres thick, well beyond the level where it should have fallen off. Something is keeping it on the wall, rather than letting it drip down into the pond below.

In fact, nothing is dripping down into the pond below. When Fluttershy showed the various walls a moment prior, they were all wet. One would think that, with the walls being so damp, that there would be at least some amount of dripping, but the surface of the water is placid and silent.

Then something strange happens. Rocks begin climbing the wall through the fluid. Not just any rocks, either. These ones are all very oddly-shaped, and they seem to all fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle. They all collect to form one solid mass, then separate into their original pieces to move to another location on the wall.

Fluttershy sees none of this, as she's not watching the wall behind her. She's far too worried. "I like being alone," she breathes. "It's okay to be on my own. I would prefer being on my own to being in crowds." She rubs her face and takes a deep breath. "But I don't like not having the option to talk to anypony..."

As she begins to weep softly, a tendril starts to form from the fluid, starting from where the rocks are located. The tendril coils around itself like a whip, then, as the stones move again, the tendril snaps in the alternate direction, first straightening out and then coiling back up the other way, wrapping around Fluttershy's waist, shins, thighs and elbows.

Fluttershy lets out a loud yelp as she is pulled back against the wall, though her impact is very soft. It's unclear whether or not she even touches the stone wall. As she tries to push away, the different pieces of the floating stones reshape themselves slightly, forming two hemispherical shapes instead of one on either side of her.

Suddenly, the fluid begins to change colour. Once completely clear, as water should be, it begins to turn red. Not dark red, like blood, but bright red, like a strawberry. It's still very transparent.

"Let go of me!" shouts Fluttershy. "I don't have anything to take! I'm not intending to be harmful! I'm stuck down here and I'm terrified! I don--"

Another tendril reaches up and covers her mouth and nose, but after a few moments, it releases her nose, resulting in some trembling whines. She looks even more worried as she's lifted up and twisted around.

Bubbles begin to form around her, some of which are expelled to the surface of the fluid, and some of which are just moved around, almost as if it were trying to show the flow of the liquid through the gelatinous amorphous blob.

The bubbles on her legs and arms stop pretty quickly, but the bubbles forming on her clothes speed up. Over the next couple of minutes, chunks of fabric are loosened from her body, torn off, and flattened out to be dissolved into tiny black specks that are distributed to the moving rocks.

Before long, she has no clothing remaining, and her skin is free of bubbles. There are some pieces that remain, of course. Forty individual zipper teeth and a pull remain, the last floating pieces of her skirt which are apparently immune from the acidic fluid. The underwire and metal clasps from her bra have survived, and while the felt butterfly has been stripped away, the metal hair slide it was attached to is still clamped just above her ear.

As the fluid rushes between her legs, she lets out a moan. The muscles in her legs tighten, but her knees don't close. When the fluid stops, she relaxes, and her legs open slightly.

It's unrealistic to presume that the mound of living slime knows what a camera is or does, or has any idea what shot composition is. However, despite that fact, it twists Fluttershy's body in just such an angle that it captures her vagina on film, even managing to center the shot on it.

In this position, it's very easy to see the moment Fluttershy's labia part. They look like they're being pulled apart by some invisible force, but as the fluid rushes into her, it's pretty clear that she is, in fact, being pushed open from the inside. The light on the camera, with its position just behind the lens, illuminates her insides and shows all the way down to her cervix, like a speculum would. Only, a speculum wouldn't filter everything through a bright red pigment.

Due to the precipitate in the fluid, it is made very clear when slime starts rushing into and then back out of her pussy. It would have been obvious, anyway, as the volume is great enough to create a bulge, but it's rare to see the space expand with seemingly nothing going in, save for a few bubbles and specks of partially digested fabric.

It doesn't take long for the ooze to discover that there's another orifice between her legs, and after just a few pushes, her anus opens, and the camera is able to see right up her colon. This time, the fluid is free of any detritus, meaning the only way to know that she's being aggressively penetrated over and over again is the expansion and contraction of her muscles.

Oddly enough, her colon is exceptionally clean. There's nothing in there, save for the slime that has just forced its way in. In fact, it looks to be very healthy and strong, given the amount of force that seems to be behind the slime pressing its way inside of her.

In either case, her holes are spread quite wide, and the camera can see very deep into her, thanks to the pressure applied by the amorphous, gelatinous blob.

Episode Thirty-Six: Slime, Part Three

Before long, Fluttershy's holes are gaping on their own, and she's not fighting anymore. This allows the slime to roll her around a bit, first bringing her face near the camera to show that, while her nose is still uncovered, her mouth is wide open and stuffed with goop. Her eyes have rolled back.

She's contorted a few more times until the correct position is found; on her knees with her slit facing the camera. As the slime has her lined up, it once again becomes completely clear. It does this by retracting all of the red colouration into the rocks floating in the mass. Then the rocks all gather together to form an almost spherical clamshell.

The clamshell swells and then opens, revealing a blue orb, about the size of a golf ball. That orb begins to flow towards Fluttershy as the shell closes. It makes it about a third of the way to her opening before another orb is formed, following the first in both path and velocity. Even the small steps backwards are in perfect synchronicity, as if a single muscle were moving both of them. Or rather, all three, as a third orb is created, and then a fourth.

When the first orb arrives, it easily slips into Fluttershy's vagina, sliding through the gape as if it were nothing. However, it encounters some resistance as it pushes against her cervix. Fluttershy almost immediately tries to push back, but to no avail. With a hard shove, the orb compresses just enough to slip all the way into her womb.

The next orb follows along, and the next one, and the next. When the fifth one squeezes its way into her, her abdomen is visibly expanded by it, growing more and more as each glob of forced into her.

Thirty total eggs are pushed into her to await their hatching date. After the last one slips into place, her cervix only barely able to close around it, a new orb begins to form, this one outside of the core. Several small white strands are squirted out of the rocks, then twisted together into a cordage, then rolled up into a ball. This one is roughly the size of a grapefruit, but undoes itself into a fairly thin strand as it worms its way after the eggs. With the way Fluttershy barely reacts, and with the way it disperses as soon as it leaves the slime, it's likely that the white gunk is some sort of liquid, rather than a solid mass.

Fluttershy's holes close slowly, from the inside out. Her arse closes first, reducing the swelling in her abdomen as the slime extracts itself. Fluttershy squeezes, as if trying to close herself, but the slime holds her open, keeping her from pinching off its tendril.

When it's all the way out of her arse, it starts removing itself from her pussy, letting it close as it pulls away. It doesn't quite close all the way, as it has been stretched out and needs to relax back into shape, but after a good minute or so, the slime has retracted enough to remove itself from her holes without leaving more than a thin layer of clear goo behind.

"Can you let me up, now?" she pants.

The slime retracts from her, slinking away , but not before standing her up on her feet. She is covered from head to toe in goop, and has no clothing, as the indigestible metal and plastic pieces are still inside of the slime. It burbles and slurps at her.

"I'll do that, sure, but you really should have asked, first."

It sputters a bit, a froth of bubbles slipping down one side.

"No, I understand perfectly. And I would have offered you an alternative solution if you'd have just let me talk. But it's too late for that now, isn't it?"

There's a long silence followed by a small gurgle.

"I forgive you," sighs Fluttershy. "Honestly, I understand the issue and I accept that there's no way you could have predicted my reaction, but your solution was wrong."

It burbles again, ending in a glug as Fluttershy places her hand against the mass of fluid.

"I'm not going to do that. I'm not a cruel pony. And I'm certainly not going to kill your kids because of your actions. What kind of monster do you think I am?"

No response.

"Oh, and while I'm still angry about you laying eggs inside of me, I should still thank you for healing my wing. That feels much better, now."

The slime creature wiggles and groans.

"I'm glad to hear that." She takes a deep breath. "I can help with that feeling, too."

The slime deforms into a small hook, almost like a question mark, but all in one mass and backwards.

"If you really want to make it easier for me to forgive your actions, you can help me out of this well."

The tendril wraps around her waist again and pulls her offscreen.

"Wait, wait!" she urges. "I need my camera, too!"

There's a pause.

"It's that black thing where the light's coming from. It was sent down here because it contained a built-in flashlight."

Suddenly, the camera is turned to the side and dragged over to where Fluttershy is, and even after it's released, the right half of the image is distorted and blurry, having been smeared with goo.

"Thank you. Now, I just need to make it to the stone. I should be able to climb up from there."

The slime moves quickly to the middle of the pond and then shoots up the well, jiggling Fluttershy back and forth as her tits shake in front of the camera, sticky strands of goo stretching between them, as well as anywhere else where she may have touched her own skin. It's a very fast trip up to the surface, where she's deposited safely in the grass with her camera.

"Thank you!" she calls, turning back to the well and shouting down as the slime retreats back to its lair.

As she turns around, Twilight is just now running up with the rope, having come up over the hill. "Oh. You're out already?"

The camera nods just a bit. "I had a little bit of help from a creature that was living down there."

"What happened to your clothes?"

"The creature that saved me emits an acid that consumes dead organic tissue like cotton, linen and wool. It also removed any dead skin I may have had, like an exfoliating seaweed wrap. I do need a shower, though, before I can put on any clothes, or else, it's just going to eat through them..."

Episode Thirty-Eight: Hippogriffs, Part 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.

Episode Thirty-Nine: Hippogriffs, Part Three

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.

Episode Forty: Ants, Part One

Fluttershy turns on the camera just to have it look up her nose. Almost immediately, she lifts it up over her head and slams it down, stabilising it. She then takes a few steps back to grip a bent handrail with a giant metal log with plastic bark underneath it.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?!" she yells into the air. "They're not that bad!"

There's a dull roar that shakes the camera and knocks Fluttershy up into the air, but she manages to hold onto the rail. It almost sounds like Twilight's voice, but if it were significantly lower and more gusty.

"Okay! I'll see you later, then!"

The booming gust hits the area again before Fluttershy returns to the camera and picks it up.

"Okay. It looks like I'm on my own for this one," she sighs. "I guess we just move along until we find the ones we're looking for. I was hoping for company, as these guys can be fairly aggressive, but I guess not."

She makes her way quickly along the terrain, following the plastic-coated log. As she advances, other rails make themselves known, and stamped into the plastic bark are letters. "THW 12-EWG" keep repeating until the whole thing stops. The ground beneath her suddenly becomes long, sharp, jagged rocks that stretch out along the horizon, and the log curls up and wraps around itself in the air.

Fluttershy walks out to one of the jagged peaks and looks back. With some distance between her and where she had been moments prior, it becomes clearer that she's on a broken fence post that had electrical wires stapled to it. She's just really small, as evidenced by the fact that Twilight's gargantuan head has blotted out the sun.

She turns back to the cliff and jumps off. Her shadow shows that her wings are open, and she is gliding to the ground. She lands among some jagged rocks, though that may just as well be sand, given her relative size. Picking one up, she can see right through it, with only the cracked parts being white. Mixed in with that are some red and brown rocks, and even a few purple ones.

"So, what we see here are sand, clay, and amethyst. It's all been broken down into little pieces to be carried up here."

There's a clicking behind her, and she turns around. There, standing on a pile of dirt, is a giant ant.

Well, maybe not giant, but pretty damn big. Given its distance, it's about three times the size of Fluttershy. Its mandibles are very long and jagged, right beneath its massive compound eyes. Its legs and antennae are exceptionally long and slender, stretching out what would be, if Fluttershy was normal size, three metres each. That is, except for the back two legs. Those are more like four metres, each.

Behind its massive, bulbous head, its thorax is made up of four segments. The first could qualify as shoulders, housing just the two front legs and the head. The next segment back holds the four back legs, and then there are two petioles connecting to the abdomen. As it flexes its abdominal segment, a long stinger emerges slowly, in anticipation of an attack.

"Oh, no! Calm down! I'm not an enemy ant! I come with food, see?"

She fumbles with the camera for a bit, then sets it down as she reaches into her bag and pulls out some crumbs. She holds it out in front of her, and while the ant does clasp its mandibles around her wrist, it lets go after tasting the food she offered, refraining from ripping her arm off.

"Thank you, ma'am," she smiles as she scratches its carapace. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind; I have this nature documentary that I'm filming, and I was hoping--"

The ant seems to hiss at her and clacks its mandibles together.

"Oh, that would be lovely! It'd solve--"

She clicks and hisses again.

"Oh. Oh, I see. You were being sarcastic." Fluttershy sighs. "Is there anything you can do to help me be welcomed down there?"

She smacks her antennae against Fluttershy's shoulders, her hissing sounding almost like a growl now.

Fluttershy lets out a groan. "Seriously? Is that the only way?"

The ant spins around.

"Fine. But I'm going to need some help. If you grab me some secretions from that gland, I'd be ever so grateful."

There's a hiss from the ant.

"Of course. I'll even pay for it in advance." She reaches into her bag again and pulls out an even larger glob of crumbs. "I would gladly offer up even more for your assistance, but this is the only way, after all..."

The ant inches closer, though it's only an inch and a half in distance from her already, and clicks its mandibles.

"Oh, much bigger than what's in the bag," smiles Fluttershy slyly. "If you can find a way to bring me into the hive, I can promise you the same thing I just brought you, but a thousand times bigger. Something... that size." She points to a paper plate lying near the trash pile. "That big, and it tastes just like this. Interested?"

The ant shakes visibly, clearly excited at the prospect. It then hisses one last time and walks away.

Fluttershy chuckles and turns back to the camera. "It has been said several times that you catch more flies with sugar than with vinegar. And while I'm not sure if that's correct, as I've never had to use either to call for flies, there is something to be said about bribing ants with it. What I've just done is offered up an entire small carrot cake in exchange for the pheromones that would allow me to enter the anthill. Rather, they'd allow me to enter the enthill without being attacked... Anthill. Anthill, not enthill. Eh, we'll fix it in post..."

Fluttershy pulls up a pile of rocks and dirt into a slightly elevated seat and an equally recessed hole for her feet. To keep her chair from collapsing and crushing her ankles, a twig and leaf are used to separate the area.

"Nothing left to do now but wait for her to return..."

Episode Forty-One: Ants, Part Two

After a few minutes of waiting in the sand, the ant makes a return, carrying with her a large smattering of oil smeared across her antennae. She hisses as she approaches Fluttershy.

"Oh, how wonderful!" smiles Fluttershy, standing up. She flips her mane back, spreads her feet to be just wider than her shoulders, and holds her arms out to the side. As if she were being frisked, the ant walks up and rubs her antennae all over her legs, arms and torso, coating her in a thin layer of oil. Not so thin that it doesn't make her shirt see-through, and it's made known that she's wearing a green bra.

"Thank you so much," smiles Fluttershy, rubbing herself down for a more even coat. She sniffs at her wrist and hums contentedly. "It smells very woody, like sawdust from cedar and oak, but also kind of sweet, like a maple."

The ant clicks its mandibles a few times.

"Oh, I'm mostly saying that for the camera. It can't smell the scent, so I have to describe it in a way that the viewer can understand."

The ant waves her antennae.

"Well, no, they can't. This is something that is communicated exclusively through vision and sound. They can't taste, smell or feel anything, so I have to describe it to them."

The ant clicks and whistles at her.

"Sure, but that doesn't work for us. We don't have crops. Rather, we have some items called crops, but it's not like yours. The two examples of a crop that come to mind are, first, a food item that is grown in a field, more specifically plants that are edible, and second, an archaic and needlessly cruel piece of leather used to whip horses."

The ant turns her head to the side.

"Oh, gosh... That's a good point. But also, it helps me to prove my point. How could you possibly have context for either leather or horses? You wouldn't know what either of those things are. Unfortunately, I can't really answer those questions without having some kind of context to give you, and not only do I refuse to wear leather, I also don't have any horse pictures or scents or anything to see if you have any familiarity with them. All I can tell you about horses is that they're bigger than that thing."

She indicates to the ant a dumpster larger than a skyscraper in relation to Fluttershy's current size, but would normally sit at a metre and a half tall, a metre thick, and a metre wide, leaving enough room for the wheels and axle. It's the size of a residential trash bin, and that's because it is, but in relation to the size of an ant, that's huge.

"In fact, I'm usually bigger than that," continues Fluttershy. "If I were my normal size, you'd be the size of a horse."

The ant snaps her jaws at her.

"Oh, no, we don't eat them. Well, most of us. They're used for their towing capacity. They're so strong that we can ride on their backs."

The ant hisses.

"Oh, no, I'm not saying that. Relative to your size, you can lift a lot more. I bet I could ride on your back, and you wouldn't feel a thing."

She hisses again.

"Well, if you insist..."

Grabbing her equipment, Fluttershy moves over beside the ant and climbs up onto her back, holding the camera in her arms.

"Okay. Go at whatever speed makes you comfortable."

The ant takes off at a very brisk pace, akin to that of a sprinting horse. However, the ride is much smoother and less bumpy, as the ant has an extra pair of legs and a body shaped like a torpedo. This isn't even the fastest it can go, as evidenced by the fact that it moves faster as it walks up the wall, upside down, and picks up speed as it moves back down the opposite wall. Not just any wall, either; it's a banana peel.

At the other end of the discarded fruit casing, there are more ants going to town on a stack of apple skins that still have large chunks of fruit attached, and carrying the rather large chunks back in a line, making a wide curve around a coffee filter. Despite the fact that there is a candy cane much closer to the anthill, the ants are all staying far away from it.

"I want to take a moment to explain why the ants are avoiding the candy cane," says Fluttershy, turning the camera gradually so that the curved pillar stays in view. "While it is mostly made up of sugar, it's also flavoured with peppermint oil. Anything spicy, bitter or sour is going to deter them. So while they may dig into peppermint sticks if they're desperate, they're less likely to steal spicy food. So, lots of jalapenos and cayenne pepper if you want ants to stay out of your house.

"Of course, if you want ants to come into your house, the easiest way to invite them in is to keep all of the windows open, bake lots of sweets, and leave out bowls of sugarwater. Ants love sweets, especially cakes and cookies. You don't want to seal these if you're trying to draw ants into your home."

As they're about to enter the first chamber, another ant clicks and growls at them.

"Wait, what?"

The ant repeats its message.

"So the queen's not even in there anymore?" Fluttershy sighs. "Well, where is she?"

The ant makes a long series of clicks, then continues on its way.

"Well, thanks for the help, anyway, ma'am." Fluttershy climbs off the ant she was riding and offers up a bit more cake. "For those of you listening, while we were on the way here, the queen died. Luckily, there was another queen ready to take her place."

There's a click from the ant behind her, and Fluttershy crunches some numbers in her head.

"That's twenty-five years. She was alive for just over twenty-five years, which may seem long, as the average ant only lives a year or two, but queens tend to live a lot longer. Twenty-five is pretty high up there, as the highest record we have is twenty-eight years and nine months, but it was pretty clear that her time was coming. So when the old queen died, her chosen successor stepped out for her nuptial flight. If I want to talk to the queen, I'll have to go up there."

Episode Forty-Two: Ants, Part Three

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..."

Episode Forty-Three: Species Unknown, Part One

Author's Note

The following trio of episodes contain somnophilia. Viewer discretion is advised.

Episode Forty-Three: Species Unknown, Part One

This video starts off with speech in some unknown language, in an unknown location, but at a known time; it is night. Looking through the window, stars cover the night sky; far more than usual. Many that are often seen as dim are much brighter in this shot. As the camera turns, the first thing to come into view is the metal framework, indicating that the starry view was through a window. A sideways-facing window...

As the camera turns and moves down a hallway with a grated floor, more garbled speech comes through, and the sound of something rigid clacking against the grates with every step. Occasionally, a hand flashes across the bottom-right corner of the screen, and something definitely looks wrong about it, but it passes too quickly to say what it is.

The camera turns toward a door, and the hand comes into view again. It only has two fingers and a thumb, and is covered in tiny plates. It's unclear whether or not this is a glove, but from the structure of the joints as it presses a button, this is not a deformed hand. That's just how it's supposed to be shaped.

The door opens, and the camera moves into the room. Inside are a great many creatures, none of which have been seen on Equestria, locked in big glass boxes, like cells in a prison. None, except for the one that the camera stops and turns to face, rather than walking right past it.

The creature in this cell is either the same one that Fluttershy had encountered during the previous filming; the one that ate the farmer's porch, or just something ridiculously similar. It's not hard to imagine that it's the same species, and quite frankly, it's not even that hard to imagine that it's one of the very creatures that had laid eggs inside of her.

The creature behind the lens garbles its speech at the creature in the box, and the creature in the box clicks and growls back. This carries on for a good five minutes, with the creature in the box growing very heated and trying to scratch at the barrier between them. All the while, the creature behind the camera stays calm and still, neither swinging its hands nor raising its voice.

After their conversation, there's something familiar brought forth: a clipboard with a piece of paper attached. The text is entirely illegible, though that tracks with the lack of clear language. It's entirely possible that the printed text, as well as the hastily-scrawled stuff being added as the camera turns and walks away, is in whatever alphabet is being used by the creature speaking.

The button to open the door takes several seconds to work this time, as the camera looks up at another camera mounted to the wall. Once the door opens, the view returns to the window, and a quick turn shows a view of Equestria from space.

There's a garbled call from behind, and the camera turns to see a very odd-looking creature. Starting with the head, it's triangular, with two points at the top and one at the bottom, with five eyes. One in the center, two beneath it, and one in the middle of either bottom edge. The bottom tip is covered in several tentacles that vibrate as it speaks.

Its arms are very similar to humanoid arms, with an extra appendage starting at the elbow. currently, it's folded up along the biceps, so its exact purpose is unclear. However, it does have a wrinkly fold of skin trailing down from there to another set of appendages starting at its knees. Its legs are digitigrade, and like its hands, have two main digits, as well as an accessory dewclaw in the back. Behind that, a long, slender tail coils around, tapering down to the tip like a whip.

The clipboard is handed over and inspected, then placed in a hanging box on the wall. The two talk for a bit, and then begin making their way to a different room, where a screen with a map indicates a beacon right where Ponyville would be, if the towns were marked. The discussion continues, with the one not holding the camera pointing at the beacon and waving their hand, as if discussing a plan of action. The holder of the camera is given a small box with a screen and a bunch of buttons, another small box which, upon pushing a small button on the side, folds out into a pistol, and then back again, and a cartridge that slides up into the pistol.

Now fully armed, the camera operator steps into a small pod. The doors close, and the pod just starts falling. As the pod enters Equus's atmosphere, St. Elmo's Fire forms across the window to the pod, starting strong, but diminishing as the descent slows over the Everfree forest, until the pod comes to an almost gentle stop at ground level.

The darkness that covers the window, paired with the dim lights inside the pod, combine to form a mirror image of the creature holding the camera. It's almost exactly the same as the creature that took the clipboard, but it's wearing something on its head with elastic straps. It's revealed to be the camera as it applies a set of protective goggles, as well as a mask over the tentacles that make up its mouth, presumably to respire whatever it breathes that isn't oxygen.

Finally, the pod opens with a hiss, then closes as the creature steps out. It puts its hands out in front of itself, interlocks its fingers with its palms facing away, and pushes out. A little more than a dozen small pops are heard as the joints click into place before it takes off at a light jog.

It takes a few minutes, but soon, it reaches the edge of the forest and peers out into Ponyville. It looks at the town for a few minutes, then checks the box with the screen. The image is updated with a satellite view. A small blue arrow stands at the edge of the forest, and not too far away, a blue circle blinks over a cottage. Turning towards the cottage until the arrow is pointing at the dot, the camera looks up, and there sits Fluttershy's home.

Episode Forty-Four: Species Unknown, Part Two

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Episode Forty-Five: Species Unknown, Part Three

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.

Episode One: Cerpress, Part One

"Okay, it's ready!" calls Twilight. "We're rolling."

As the camera pans up to Fluttershy, the pegasus looks just a little bit unsure. "You said that last time, too. Did you make sure there was film in the camera this time?"

"Fluttershy, sweetie, this is a digital camera. It doesn't use film, it uses digital data stored on a Secure Digital Card."

"I'm just asking. You were so frustrated when it didn't work the first four times. I just don't want to waste your time, is all."

"It's working now," grunts Twilight. "Trust me."

"I trusted you the last three times. I just worry about how upset you'll be if we end up los--"

"WERE NOT GOING TO LOSE THE FOOTAGE THIS TIME!!!"

Fluttershy nods. "Okay."

"Good. Now, where did your friends go?"

Fluttershy turned and pointed to a copse of trees. "They ran off over there when you started yelling."

Twilight sighs behind the camera and starts walking toward the trees. To her amazement, they all hop up and run away.

"What!?"

The camera lowers a bit. "You probably scared them. They're a skittish bunch. Here, let me go talk to them myself, and we'll take it from there. Why don't you check to make sure the recording is working while I bring them back over?"

The screen goes black for a few seconds, then clicks back on in a new position.

"Are we rolling?" asks Fluttershy.

"We are rolling," answers Twilight. "Our earlier discussion is even deleted, so nopony's going to know what was said."

"Oh, good," breathed Fluttershy. "I don't like ponies thinking I like to argue."

"Anyway, I'll cut this out. Go when ready."

Fluttershy takes a deep breath and places her hand on the tree. "It has always been amazing to me when animals were capable of hiding in plain sight. It's an ability that I wish I had, sometimes. Most times, actually. I'm not trying to stand out like a peacock on full display. Rather, being as invisible as a leaf mimic has always appealed to me. So when animals can disguise themselves as sticks or leaves or rocks, I always see it as a cool ability."

She turns to the tree and keeps rubbing. "Cool-looking tree, isn't it?" She smiles. "What would you think if I told you that this tree was actually home to thousands of tiny beetles that look like little green fronds? I bet some of you would believe me. Little green friends that look like little green fronds." Her face turns serious as she looks toward the camera. "Unfortunately, you've just been lied to."

As her gaze turns back to the tree, the camera zooms out, and it is revealed that the tree is changing form into some kind of deer-like structure.

"Holy shit," murmurs Twilight from behind the camera.

"Language, please," urges Fluttershy. "You can silence that part, right?"

"Yeah, but... I've never seen one of these transform before..."

Fluttershy turns back to the deer and moves her hand away from the red spot beginning to poke out of its belly, opting for his chest, instead. "This is a Cerpress. It's the closest-known relative of the Timberwolf, despite looking almost nothing alike. Only a few creatures, just shy of a dozen, can transform into trees like this. This is, of course, not counting the countless subspecies of them. Last season, we looked at all kinds of timberwolves, with the vast majority being oak and maple. We did see some juniper timberwolves, though, and those are the ones that share the most in common with the cerpress."

The cerpress tries to push against Fluttershy, not trying to move her out of the way, just trying to press himself against her. He lets out a loud bellow that causes Fluttershy to blush.

"What'd he say?" asks Twilight.

"Oh, um... I'll tell you later. When the camera is off." Wiping her face and taking a deep breath, Fluttershy composes herself. "So, let's take a moment to talk about their name. Cerpress sounds like Cerberus, the three-headed dog that guards the gates of Tartauros. Well, it has nothing to do with that. You see, the Latin name for deer as a collective is "cervine," much the way horses are equine, cats are feline, and dogs are canine. You will also note that the coniferous trees they turn into are similar to that of the cypress trees. Cervine and cypress are then portmanteaued into a single word."

"I didn't even know that," snorts Twilight. "Makes sense, though..."

The deer vocalises again, and Fluttershy giggles. "Unlike their wolf-like cousins, the cerpress are very docile and not at all aggressive. Most injuries related to them are from ponies trying to fell trees and swinging at them with axes."

"Is that really common?"

"More often than not, they'll jump out of the way, but in the worst ones, it's usually just a swift kick. The greatest damage they can do is with their antlers, but that's almost always when under clear attack, and not just a passive walk-up."

As the deer vocalises once more, Fluttershy's chest starts heaving as her face turns red, and the cerpress tries to pull her in closer, wrapping one rooty, mossy hoof around one of her legs, almost like a hug.

"Uh..." Fluttershy moans, looking away from the camera. "U-unlike most d-deer, they don't... Th-they don't shed their antlers for winter. If they tried to blend into their surroundings, they'd..."

"Are you alright?" asks Twilight. "You seem to be having some issues."

"I'm f-fine," she answers, holding up her hand. "I just... Can you bring me some water?"

"The water's all in the cooler, back at the cart. That's a ten minute walk there, and another ten minutes back. That's going to be twenty minutes."

Fluttershy shifts in place. "I guess I ca-- I can keep going."

A sigh is heard from behind the camera. "I can leave the camera here so I won't have to carry the equipment. I'll just stop the recording."

The picture suddenly becomes blurry, then returns to focus on Fluttershy's face.

"Don't strain yourself, now," calls Fluttershy after her. "We have a whole week out here."

A minute or so later, the cerpress pushes Fluttershy forward, flipping up her skirt. She's not wearing any panties. He bleats out one last time as he climbs on top of her.

"Yeah, I heard you the first time," she answers back. "You smell nice, too."

Episode Three: Cerpress, Part Three

"--ause of that."

"Twilight, it's rude to do that right in front of them. We have oil lamps and we have heated sleeping bags. We'll be fine."

"Yeah, but how are we supposed to heat up our food without a fire?"

Fluttershy shrugs as she comes into frame, sideways. "I'm a vegetarian. Everything I packed is supposed to be eaten cold."

The camera tilts upright as Twilight's face covers everything. "I brought stuff for ratatouille. How am I supposed to enjoy stewed vegetables if I can't stew them?"

Fluttershy holds up her thermos in the background. "I have gazpacho. I'm perfectly willing to share."

"That's not the point. All we would need is a bit of firewood."

"In front of creatures that are made of wood. Wouldn't you be insulted if somepony set your grandfather on fire?"

The video and audio cut out and cut back in to Twilight and Fluttershy splitting a thermos of soup around a lantern. The only sound now is the chirping of crickets and the crunch of the celery and bell peppers. It then cuts out and cuts back in to the two of them crawling into their tents silently.

When it cuts back in, however, there's a new bush that wasn't there before. It just sits there for a moment, then it lifts up to show that the branches are actually the antlers of another cerpress. slowly, he stands up and sniffs the air, working his nose first into Twilight's tent, then, shaking his head, moves over to Fluttershy's. He sticks his whole head in the tent, then the video cuts out again.

When it cuts back in, two more cerpress are gathered around the tent, which has now been ripped open. Tatters of it are stuck to the antlers of the one that had shoved his head into her tent, and were he wearing pants, he'd be pitching a tent of his own with how rigid his tent pole is. He has nudged Fluttershy's skirt out of the way, and is now licking between her legs.

The other two are sniffing around her sleeping form, specifically her face and breasts. The one sniffing around her breasts is nudging her shirt up out of the way, and before too long, they flop free. Fluttershy is still asleep, but she's beginning to stir. As the cervine clamps down on one of her tits, she gasps as the video cuts out.

It cuts back in with her up on her knees, being railed from both ends by the bucks. The one that was sniffing her face is walking around in circles behind her, seemingly looking for an opening that the other two haven't already filled. The two of them have her by the hips and shoulders, their antlers interlocked as they buck their hips forward and back, stuffing themselves into Fluttershy's warm, wet holes over and over again. Finally, the first one to approach slams down her throat, pushing so hard that his front legs, still hooked around her shoulders, lift her hands up off the ground. She audibly gags, just slightly louder than the grunting and groaning of the buck filling her.

As the camera cuts out and back in again, Fluttershy is again being spitroasted, but by two completely different cerpresses. The first one that tore up her tent was a Monterey Cerpress, then the next two were Italian Cerpresses. Now a Leyland Cerpress is wedged up between her knees while the one that had been walking around her previously is probing her throat. And to make matters worse, she is now upside-down, with only her feet touching the ground. She's almost entirely held upright by the bucks. And her night isn't over, either, as a Bhutan Cerpress bounds into frame from behind some trees just as the camera cuts out again.

Fluttershy is back on her knees in the next shot, grunting and whimpering as she's pinned down by the Bhutan Cerpress that's drilling into her arse. He seems to be the only one still around, as none of the others are in frame at the time. Fluttershy is, at this point, covered in so many fluids that the sound of the various slats of bark slamming against her arsecheeks is quite audible.

As the camera cuts ahead, he's still there, panting heavily. Fluttershy is being crushed between the ground and his chest, barely able to keep herself upright. His grunts are growing deeper and deeper until he slams his hips forward, growling and squeezing her. When he finally calms down, he lifts up off of her, and as he pulls out, a fountain of golden brown fluid gushes out of her before she flops to the ground, exhausted.

The feed cuts again to him lying next to her, licking her clean. Every so often, he returns to her face, letting what he licked up drip down into her mouth. What she doesn't catch drips across her lips, and she slurps it up dutifully.

The camera cuts again, and she's pulled her skirt and shirt back down. She's still covered in sticky strips of bark, and the scaly green buds from their leaves. The Bhutan that finished her off for the night is lying next to her, licking at her neck.

"You're really muscular," Fluttershy giggles, running her hand over his neck. "I bet all the does melt before you."

He grunts softly, nipping at the soft skin under her neck.

"Well, they should. You deserve it."

He grunts again, knocking her chin up in the process.

"Oh, you're not that old. Plus, you've just proven that you have more than twice the stamina of those younger ones. And with how pent up you were, I can safely presume that you have a lot more to give. Why, I think you could almost start a whole new herd if only those does would believe in you."

He bleats.

"Yeah, that figures. He was bullying me, too. Nevertheless, we're going to find a way to help you. You're one of the--"

The video cuts to the two of them lying on the ground. Fluttershy is asleep with the Cerpress's head resting on top of her. If the angle had changed, it would be difficult to find Fluttershy, because she is almost completely hidden by the bush her lover has transformed into. And while the camera cuts a few more times, the only notable change is a raccoon stealing her cauliflower about an hour before dawn.

Episode Nineteen: Lions, Part One

"So, lemme see if Ah have this straight," says Applejack from behind the camera. "Y'all are goin' around takin' movin' pitchers of these here animals, an' y'all asked fer me; the least tech-savvy pony of the group, ta handle the technical shit?"

"Please don't swear," sighs Fluttershy. "Twilight's going to have to cut that out."

"Why did y'all pick me, though?"

Fluttershy lowers her head. "Can I be honest with you, Applejack?"

"A' course..."

"I actually wasn't going to ask you, because I was sure you'd say no."

"Really?"

"I was kind of hoping, actually. That way, we could reschedule, and I could take a bit of time to relax from all of this travelling..."

"Why didn't ya say so before we came all the way out here ta the savannah?"

"Because you already said you'd do it."

Applejack takes a long sigh. "Look, Ah'm sorry, alright? Ah didn't know ya was in need of a break. But here, look at it from mah point a' view: If ya finish up here real fast, y'all can take a break real soon. Y'all can relax when we're done."

"I know," sighs Fluttershy. "But at the same time, I don't want to slack on the details. I want to do a good job, I just... Need a break."

"Well, we'll just have to see to it that ya have the time ta take one, won't we?"

Fluttershy smiles back at Applejack. "Hopefully, it won't be that difficult to maintain that camera."

"Only one way ta' find out."

They round a corner and find a cave under a very large rock. It's a very large cave, but not very deep. It only goes a few metres in, but the opening is more than three times as wide. Inside the cave, as well as on top of the flat rock that makes up the top of it, and even scattered around in the dirt and grass under the shade of a few trees, are nearly two dozen lions. One of them is even in a jackalberry branch. Every single one turns to them as they come into view, and a few begin to pad closer.

"Uh... Fluttershy?"

"Yes, Applejack, we're here to talk about lions."

"Just checkin'. Ya know what yer doin', right?"

"I do. Is that camera on?"

"On and filming."

Fluttershy approaches them with her hand out, and one of the approaching lionesses sniffs it, then presses her head into Fluttershy's palm.

"I've just established a rapport with this pride, and we should be safe to film. Just make sure you don't step on any paws or tails with your boots, and we should be fine."

The camera moves slowly and deliberately, following Fluttershy toward the cave. There are a few growls by the lionesses, but it does not escalate to biting or scratching.

Inside the cave, there are a few more lionesses, mostly looking after cubs. In addition, a single male lion is lounging in the shade.

"Now, hold on..." says Applejack. "Ah've seen those fancy talkin' pictures. Ain't lions' manes s'pos'ta be red?"

"They can be, sometimes," nods Fluttershy. "Usually, that's an indicator of average males. The younger ones typically have yellow manes, as the hair grows out before it starts changing colour. Typically, the more powerful and virile males will have dark brown manes. It takes a very special kind of lion to have a black mane."

Fluttershy runs her hands through the lion's mane. It's very deep and fluffy. It's so big that her elbow almost disappears into it. "Look at that!" she chuckles. "Isn't that fun to see? Look how voluminous his mane is!"

"Ah'm more concerned about the voraciousness of his appetite," admits Applejack. "Don't lions hunt things like us?"

"Oh, don't be silly," smiles Fluttershy. "It's the lionesses that do most of the hunting. Big guy like this with his big black mane, he'd not make it as a hunter. But the girls are mostly slender and the same colour as the grass. The lionesses do most of the hunting."

"So... What does the lion actually do?"

"Mostly, he just fights off other males that try to encroach on his pride. He also raises his cubs and marks the area with his scent to make sure that every other creature in the area knows who this land belongs to."

"Scent marking? Really?"

Fluttershy nods enthusiastically. "It happens with more than just lions. Dogs are known to do it, as well. And other animals, too."

"Like the polecat."

Fluttershy furrows her brow. "Well, kind of. They have a different thing going. They just emit their musk through their scent glands."

"You sure? Bic Mac's been sprayed by one before; had ta take a bath in tamater juice and wasn't allowed in the house fer a week."

Fluttershy nods, her face now relaxing into realisation. "You're talking about a skunk."

"Yeah, a polecat."

"Well, actually, the polecat is more akin to a ferret, weasel or stoat. They're mustelids. Skunks are not, though they aren't that far off. They were previously thought to be of the same family, but they have different enough structure to justify separation."

"Thought y'all said they was close enough? The structure can't be that different if no one could tell the difference ages ago."

Fluttershy shrugs. "In the same way that a house and a barn are constructed the same way."

There's a pause, then Applejack shakes the camera a bit. "Ah see yer point. But what does this have to do with this here cat?"

Fluttershy blinks a few times, staring into the camera with no expression. "I honestly don't remember. I don't know what point I was trying to make, there."

"Ya lost the forest for the trees..."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Here, I'm supposed to be teaching you about lions, and I just go off and start telling you about stoats and martens. I'm really sorry."

"It's alright. By me, anyways. Ah'm sure yer fans won't mind, either."

"They might," breathes Fluttershy. "We sold a lot of tapes. We're probably going to sell a lot more. And I really don't want to disappoint them by showing them lions while talking about completely unrelated animals."

"Well, Ah just so happen to have a solution."

"Oh? What's that?"

"How's about we talk about this here lion?"

Episode Twenty: Lions, Part Two

Fluttershy clears her throat. "So, lions are carnivorous. That means that they eat meat. Protein is very important for their diets. If they could survive on plants, that would be great, but I'm not going to condemn them because of the configuration of their stomach. This particular pride, I've learned, practices ethical hunting, mostly dealing in removing problematic prey."

"What's that mean?" asks Applejack. "What makes prey "problematic?""

"Do you remember the swarm of vampire fruit bats that came to your orchard, and you wanted them removed?"

"And you wanted 'em saved, and it ended up causin' ya ta go all batty, an' Ah had ta give up mah prized apple just ta make sure ya came back safely. How many times do Ah hafta apologise fer that?"

Fluttershy waves her hands. "I'm not looking for an apology. I'm just asking if you remember."

"Well, Ah do."

"So, imagine that scenario, but instead of drinking out your apples and replanting the seeds, imagine that they were ripping the trees out of the ground and making wide swaths of your orchard unusable."

"Ye'r talkin' 'bout the beavers, now."

"Okay, bad example, because the beavers help keep the area irrigated and prevent erosion, but if the beavers didn't provide water for your crops, and instead just destroyed them with no intention of using them for food or shelter, then they would be problematic. In this case, rhinos that are knocking down trees, hippos that are attacking other creatures, warthogs that are removing foliage for no good reason, that kind of thing."

"Alright. So how do they know which animals are bein' problematic?"

"They have feelers out in the herds. If an antelope was to come up to them and proclaim that another was causing unrest, the lionesses would prepare to hunt, and the one that was causing the most problems would be handicapped so that they'd fall behind. Or they'd be pointed out if it's from a different herd."

"And that just accounts for all of their food?"

"Well, most of it, anyway. They do have to eat, after all, and if all is at peace, you can't just... stop the lions from eating. And of course, there's always a need for peace to be kept at the watering hole."

"Watering hole..." Applejack takes a deep breath. "That sounds really good right about now. It's real hot out here."

"That's why a lot of the cubs are here in the cave. It's out of the sunlight."

"Any chance somepony like me can use that there waterin' hole? Ah'm plum parched."

Fluttershy takes her canteen from her pack and offers it to Applejack. "Fill mine, too, while you're out?"

"Ah don't even know where it is."

Fluttershy beckons over a lioness. "Would you show her the watering hole? Please and thank you."

"Ye'r not comin'?"

"It's like you said, Applejack; The sooner we finish, the sooner I can take my break. I can handle being alone with a few lions for a minute."

The camera jostles for a moment, then comes to rest as the lion watches Applejack leave the cave. Fluttershy closes up her pack at the same time, and when the lion's gaze intersects with her bent hips, his ears perk up, and he feels the need to stand.

He saunters over to her, his nose twitching as he goes. Just as Fluttershy is about to stand, he rears up, placing a paw on her shoulder and pushing her back down.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

He leans down over top of her, growling softly against her neck.

"Must you? I'm very tired..."

He growls at her again.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it." She sighs. "Fine. Just make it quick."

He moves into a slightly better position, kicking her knees open a bit more. His dick begins to slip out of its sheathe, and while it's fairly short, it's also covered in keratinous barbs that make it look, and presumably feel, much larger. It doesn't stay visible for long, though, as it swiftly disappears into Fluttershy's slit.

Almost all at once, yowling can be heard from the other lionesses, as they gather around the duo and stare. Some are vocalising the entire time, stopping only to take breaths, others are just staring, others crouch down as if they're about to pounce.

And yet, one roar from the male silences them all, at least for the moment.

He begins to buck his hips, prompting small, delicate moans from Fluttershy. She's quite enamored with his movements, shuddering as he thrusts, but unable to move as he has her pinned. She is trapped beneath his paws.

As he starts to buck faster, he lowers his head to Fluttershy's shoulder and bites down on her, causing her to let out a yelp. Because his mouth is now full, his breath can be heard as the air rushes between his lips and Fluttershy's shoulder, and his previously unheard grunting and panting are now loud enough for the entire cave to hear.

Soon, though, he stops, pressing his hips against hers. It's already over, as his balls clench up and he starts pumping his sperm into her.

"Thank you for at least making it fast," Fluttershy pants. "Can you let me up, now that you're satisfied?"

As she starts to push up with her hands, he pins her back down, pulling his hips back and starting to thrust all over again, much to the chagrin of the lionesses. They start yowling again, but the male roars once more. It's louder, but less effective, as the lionesses begin to circle around the duo.

Before he can bite down on Fluttershy's shoulder again, a good look at it through the camera reveals that there's no blood, meaning her skin has not been punctured, but it has left a fair few welts. He hadn't so much bitten her as much as he had used his teeth to grab her and pin her down.

For her part, Fluttershy stays down. He has her between his teeth and under his claws. She had been petting him just minutes ago, and gushing about how fluffy and soft he was, and now he's on top of her, pressing his entire weight between her shoulders. She isn't going anywhere until he's done.

Episode Thirty-Seven: Hippogriffs, Part One

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.