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Au Naturale by FleetlordAvatar
Streaker(s) Anthro Fluttershy

The water was cool against Fluttershy’s skin as she cut through it like an arrow, her wings effortlessly propelling her like a pair of giant fins. Fish, otters, water voles and even a platypus raced alongside her as she easily navigating the rock channels cut into the lake bed.

This was one of her favourite times with her animal friends. Ever since the beavers had built a dam over one of the rivers in Whitetail Wood, the waterfall that once fed a raging torrent now cascaded down into a placid lake. Aquatic life was soon drawn to it and Fluttershy had followed, the lake providing a safe, and more importantly private, environment where she could indulge in a secret pastime of hers; nude swimming.

She had always been nervous about her appearance, more so about her body. She felt that her breasts were too big and her butt stuck out just a bit too much, but the truth was she had a full figure that most mares would die for. However that didn’t stop her doubts creeping in, especially after her brief stint with Photo Finish, some of the models she had been exposed to had slender bodies that made stallions drool, which only served to undermine her own body confidence even further.

Her animal friends on the other hand didn’t care about her appearance; they loved her for the kindness she showed, not the size of her bust. She had learned to swim so she could be closer to the aquatic animals she often helped. Otters, frogs, fish and many other species had benefited from her action because, in a strange twist, it turned out that while Fluttershy was nervous about flying, in the water she was transformed. The meek Pegasus moved with a graceful speed that would make the most talented swimmers jealous, and a confidence that was contrary to how everypony else saw her.

Maybe it was this confidence that caused Fluttershy to take that first nude swim, maybe it was her desire to be as close to her animal friends as possible, all she knew was that the moment her skin had touched the water, she did not want to swim any other way.

Redirecting her body upwards, she propelled herself to the surface with a mighty flap of her wings. Breaking the surface like a dolphin, she angled her body back down into the lake and dove in with a splash.

Emerging a moment later, the Pegasus mare lay back and started to gently float on the water, gently sighing as her aquatic friends broke the surface and started paddling around her. She giggled as several otters scrambled up her bare sides and onto her belly, tickling her with their damp fur. One bold otter scampered up her torso and between her ample breasts to give her muzzle an affectionate lick.

“Nice to see you too Mr Ottersey,” she said, gently stroking his damp fur.

The otter responded with a few eager squeaks and chitters.

“Yes I have been practicing; Rainbow Dash was kind enough to show me some new techniques.”

Some more eager chitters followed as she began to scratch the otter behind an ear.

“You like that don’t you? Yes you do, yes you do!”

The otter didn’t respond as the sensation of Fluttershy’s fingers had it lying on one side, tongue lolling out in an expression of ecstatic bliss.

Giggling at her friend’s response, Fluttershy lay back in the water once more, lazily drifted across its surface, the otters lying on her body curled up as her warmth lulled them to sleep. The pegasus was on the verge of joining them, as the peace and quiet of the forest created the perfect place to take a nap. However, she realised that while it was quiet, it was in fact, too quiet.

The surrounding trees, normally filled with multitudes of singing birds, had fallen silent, and her animal friends were showing signs of agitation, lifting their heads and quickly darting their gaze across the shoreline.

Then the wind shifted, bringing with it the smell of rot and decay, like dead leaves after a heavy rain, and she knew why everything had gone quiet. There were Timberwolves coming.

Thoughts of her own safety were shoved to back of her mind as that of her animal friends took priority. Twisting her body back into the water, unseating the otters as she did, the yellow Pegasus started swimming back out into the lake.

“We need to hide.” she said fearfully, even as the already nervous creatures gathered around her. She looked around for somewhere close, the waterfall looked like a good idea, but there wasn’t enough space behind it for every creature. Thankfully, another solution presented itself as two beavers came forward, chittering and gesturing to the large den that rose from the centre of the lake.

“Good idea,” said Fluttershy, “lead the way.”

With a salute, the two beavers dove underwater, Fluttershy following with the rest of the critters. Having been to the beavers on previous occasions for afternoon tea, she knew the den was large enough for herself and all of her animal friends. Furthermore, it was in the centre of the lake and the entrances were hidden underwater, preventing the Timberwolves from reaching them.

Reaching the den, Fluttershy and her friends followed the two beavers deeper until they reached the entrance. Quickly herding the animals inside, Fluttershy made sure that every creature was safe before following them up the submerged tunnel and inside.

She emerged from a pool at the edge of the dens living space, the floor was carpeted with dry leaves and bracken, with the walls made of the same white oak that made up the dam. All around her, nervous critters scampered, bounced and chattered among themselves. Some tried to calm the others, but the presence of Timber wolves was making it difficult.

She felt a tapping on her bare shoulder, and she looked up to see one of the beavers pointing out an opening near the top of the den. Pulling herself out of the pool, the Pegasus mare carefully made her way through the throng of animals and peered outside, her breath catching in her throat at what she saw.

A whole pack of Timberwolves had emerged from the forest and were now stalking the edge of the lake, sniffing and growling in their search for prey. Some were by the lakeside, while others followed scent marks along the shore, but what made Fluttershy the most nervous, wasn’t that they might find a way into the den.

It was the fact that they had found her neatly folded pile of clothes, and two of them were now sniffing at it curiously. The Pegasus was silently regretting that she had brought a bag of animal treats with her that day, and had put it into her pocket before stripping down to swim.

The two Timberwolves moved closer and stuck their noses into the folded garments as they caught a strong whiff of the delicious treats that lay within. Then, one found where they were hiding and the pair pounced. The green blouse that had been a gift from Rarity was reduced to little more than rags, her underwear and dress quickly following suit as more wolves caught the scent and joined in the massacre of her defenceless clothes.

Fluttershy could only watch in horror as all this occurred.

It wasn’t until the bag was tossed free from the ‘slaughter’ that the Timberwolves broke off to fight over it, trampling what was left of her outfit into the ground before one of the bolder creatures managed to grab the bag in its jaws and take off into the forest, hotly pursued by its pack.

The silence in the den was so thick you could have heard a pin drop, a tiny pin, onto carpet, as every creature held its breath until the sound of the Timberwolf pack had completely faded.

Cautiously, Fluttershy slipped back into the water and led the creatures out of the den. Keeping herself as low as possible, she silently swam to the shore, scanning the treeline for signs of life. Thankfully, there were no signs of the Timberwolves, the predators were now long gone.

With a sigh of relief, the Pegasus mare pulled herself onto the shore and looked dejectedly at the remains of her clothing. She picked up the remains of her silk bra and watched as the fabric between the two cups snapped, her blouse had been torn to ragged strips and her dress was little more than kindling, even her shoes had not been spared.

“Oh,” she moaned. “This terrible, I can’t get home like this. What if somepony sees me, what if EVERYPONY see’s me.”

Familiar fears started to surface, eyes wandering over her naked form, the mocking laughter of colts and the flashing of cameras, eyes all around her, so many ponies staring, laughing, judging, her breathing quickened and her heart started to thump in her chest as she tried to force the images out of her head, but they kept coming, more and more elaborate than the last, she might have frozen up there and then if it weren’t for the animals chittering as they crowded around her in concern.

Snapping out of her nightmare, she looked down at a dozen concerned expressions from some of the most adorable creatures in Equestria.

“I’m not okay” she said, tears beading in her eyes. “I’ll never make it home without somepony seeing me; I’ll be the laughing stock of Ponyville, Cloudsdale, Equestria! What am I going to do?”

The animals looked at one another, rapidly chattering and squeaking in their own language. After a few moments, several otters dove back into the lake, while the two beavers darted into the treeline, returning a moment later with several large leaves and piles of grass. The otters resurfaced shortly after with a pile of large shells and Fluttershy immediately caught on to what her animal friends had planned.

Searching through the materials, she selected two large clam shells while the beavers started stringing the grass and leaves together with the scraps of her old outfit. Once they were done, they used a similar technique with the clam shells, tying them together to create a very crude bikini top and grass skirt. Slipping into the outfit was a little difficult, but once it was on Fluttershy felt a little more confident.

“How do I look?” she said, doing a little twirl for the assembled creatures.

Animalistic cheers erupted, with several chipmunks giving her thumbs up and a wink.

Her cheeks burned, it was still embarrassing, but at least she wasn’t naked anymore. Saying farewell to her friends, Fluttershy started back towards home, although several otters and the platypus insisted on following her in case the Timberwolves returned.

The Whitetail wood was different from the Everfree Forest in many ways; the trees didn’t feel so oppressive, and the lack of magical beasts was a plus. However the Timberwolf pack was unusual, the animals were known to roam looking for prey, but this was the first time she had seen them this close to Ponyville.

“I don’t suppose you know why those Timberwolves were here?” she asked the platypus.

“Grnrnrnrnrn.”

“Maybe, that’s quite insightful.”

“Grnrnrnrnrn.”

She continued on through the woods as the sun blazed overhead, the warm light felt heavenly against her bare fur and even the breeze carried a pleasant heat to it. Fluttershy was even content enough that she almost forgot she was wearing an improvised bikini. She skipped and hummed a little tune to herself as the group moved through the forest, the birds singing in response to her beautiful voice.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and she soon found herself at the edge of the wood, facing the road to Ponyville. It was here that her nerve once again deserted her, wearing a grass skirt and two clam shells in the forest was fine, but walking through part of the town was something else entirely.

Nervously wrapping her arms around herself, she ducked into a bush and scanned the area for anypony that might see her. Thankfully, there was nopony on the road at the moment and she shifted her gaze skywards to check for pegasai. She breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of clear sky, save for a single cloud drifting lazily towards the tree line.

She didn’t know how it got there, but it gave her an idea.

“Okay, if I can sneak up there, I can hide in the cloud and then use it to get home, easy…right?” she swallowed hard.

Saying goodbye to the few critters that followed her, the yellow Pegasus flapped her wings and flew straight for the cloud as quickly as she could, using her tail to hide her marehood from anyone that might be watching from the ground.

Thankfully, it was quiet at this edge of Ponyville and she made it without incident. Flopping down onto its fluffy surface, she manipulated the clouds structure until she had created the perfect hiding space for herself. On the outside, nopony would suspect the cloud now held a semi-naked pegasus. Peeking out from the fluffy interior, Fluttershy checked the sky was clear before using her wings to direct the clouds path towards her cottage.

Disappearing back inside, she lay down on her front and risked a peek through the floor. There was no pony there and with no winds scheduled today, the cloud would just drift lazily to her cottage, no pony would be the wiser.

Sadly, fate had other ideas.

While it was true that no breeze was scheduled that day, it didn’t mean that the weather team had the day off. The cloud silo at the far end of town had suffered an unfortunate accident when the Cutie Mark Crusaders attempts at firework making went awry in spectacular fashion. The resultant explosion might have been pretty to watch, but it also destroyed part of the silo, and several clouds had drifted out over the town. Rainbow Dash, already frustrated at having her nap disturbed, had ordered the team to fix the mess and clear the clouds that had already gotten away.

One such cloud was spotted by the Pegasus, Open Skies and his partner as they did a sweep near Whitetail Wood, the same cloud that now hid the underdressed Fluttershy.

She had just ducked her head back inside when somepony landed on the surface, causing her to meep in surprise.

“Did this cloud just ‘meep’?” said Open Skies.

“You’re just hearing things,” replied his partner.

Fluttershy held her breath.

“Let’s just clear this thing and get going, the boss lady is still mad at Thunderlane and I don’t think this is helping her mood.”

“You got that right.”

The two pegasi lifted themselves from the clouds surface and gave it a hard buck with both hooves.

This had two effects, the first was that their hooves went straight through the surface and impacted two full yellow butt cheeks. The second was that the forces involved abruptly propelled Fluttershy like an arrow out of bottom of the cloud with a loud scream.

With the cloud cleared, the two pegasi watched a yellow shape speed towards the ground below.

“See, I knew I heard something!”

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The outskirts of Ponyville were quiet, although that wasn’t to say they were completely deserted. This part of the town was near some of the richer houses and still saw a fair share of traffic to the businesses in the area. A small crowd was making its way through the streets, with several carts parked by the roadside to unload their goods.

In the outdoor seating area of a Cafe, Photo Finish lay back in her chair with a frustrated sigh, surrounded by her usual entourage of designers, makeup artists, technicians and assorted hangers on.

“Something the matter boss?” asked Sure Shot, one of her assistant photographers.

“It iz zis town,” she moaned. “I can find no pony to be my model. Playcolt vill be zo dizzapointed, Zeeze poniez do not inspire me to create…ze magiks!”

“Well…maybe your methods are a little…’invasive’?”

“Vat?! My mezods are not ‘invazive’! I just stripped a few mares and said their naked bodies would be on full and unrestricted display across thousands of pages while readers everywhere silently judge them. It’z not my fault they refused.”

“Dramatically, refused,” replied Sure Shot. “You’re lucky we haven’t been arrested!”

“Ack, you vorry too much. Itz dayz like this I miss Flootershy,” she sighed, resting her head in her hands. “Zhere vas a mare that could vork the camera.”

“Or hide from it,” he muttered.

“But, she said she did not vant to do zis again, and it iz not like she vill juzt fall out of the sky!”

In a display of prophetic irony, everypony’s eyes were drawn skywards by a high pitched scream as a yellow meteor rocketed towards the ground. Before anyone could firmly identify the object, it smashed into a cart of hay bales, resulting in an explosion of dust that coated everything around it.

As it began to clear, Sure Shot took a few tentative steps forwards and picked up something that had been thrown clear in the chaos, it was a clam shell bikini top. To his left, another stallion lifted up the remains of a crude leaf skirt from among the debris.

Fluttershy groaned, at least she had landed on something soft, even if it had knocked the wind out of her. Shaking her head in an effort to clear it, she slowly became aware of several things, firstly, she was lying on pile of hay and it was stacked in such a manner that her ass was sticking up in full view of the gathering crowd of ponies. Second, was that said crowd contained a few stallions that were focused on her glorious rear end, and the exposed treasure that was winking at them from between her legs.

Yelping, she pushed herself off the cart with a wingbeat, but she only got a few feett before her foot got caught on a bale of hay and she was sent crashing to the floor, her tail draping over her back and further exposing her marehood to the crowd.

Her head spun and her cheeks burned, she was naked! Naked in front of a crowd of ponies! They were going to laugh, tell her she’s too fat, that her breasts were funny shapes. She had to get out of here, she had to hide! Standing up, she covered herself with her arms and dashed forwards.

Straight into a camera wielding Photo Finish.

“Ach, Flootershy!” she exclaimed. “Zat was perfekt timing! Ze embarrassment, ze drama, it zpeaks to me. I must capture…ze magiks!”

Fluttershy squeaked as Photo Finish started snapping away, the photographer darting around her body like moth to a flame. Worse, as soon as Photo Finish has started, it was like a spell had been broken. The crowd, previously frozen in place, came alive with cameras and closed in on the poor pegasus like a plague.

Fluttershy tried to hide herself as flashes and lights went off all around her, but it was futile. Hiding her breasts, exposed her behind, while covering her pussy or ass left the other, and her breasts, exposed to the cameras. She flitted this way and that, her heart quickening as she started to panic. Then a flash went off from directly beneath her, and she looked down to see Photo Finish had slipped between her legs and taken a picture of her exposed marehood.

“Get away!” she screamed, roughly shoving her way through the crowd. The ponies were closely packed together, eager to get a glimpse of the naked mare that literally dropped from the heavens, and as Fluttershy pushed herself through the mass of bodies, she felt hands grasp and grope at her boobs and butt. She yelped as somepony roughly slapped her ass, putting on a burst of speed that was encouraged by a few more swats to the behind.

“After her! Ze magiks, zey must be captured!”

Bursting through the crowd’s perimeter, the yellow Pegasus stumbled, flashing her pussy to the crowd before literally streaking down the road. Fluttershy tried to fly away, but her wings had locked up in response to her panic.

Still covering her body as best she could, the Pegasus looked back only to get another flashbulb to the face, as Photo Finish and her entourage pursued her.

Seeing stars, she put on a turn of speed to gain some distance before ducking around a corner and down an alleyway. Hiding behind a row of barrels, she tentatively peered out as the crowd sped past in a cloud of dust, waiting with baited breath until she was certain they were gone.

She took a few deep breaths to try and calm down, but recent events had left her humiliated beyond belief. Everypony had seen her, everypony had taken pictures, she would be all over Canterlot in the next few days! Her house would be surrounded by press, she wouldn’t be able to go outside, she’d have to change her name, leave Equestria, go into a complete retreat from civilisation itself!

A cold wind blew down the alley and Fluttershy shivered, nervously cupping her marehood with one hand while she wrapped an arm across her breasts. She wanted this nightmare to end, she had to get home.

Silently, she slipped down the alley between the houses, and hopefully away from the crowd. As she moved through the twists and turns of the back streets of Ponyville, Fluttershy realised that she had no idea where she was going. The high walls and tight corners made it difficult to see any landmarks, and her wings were still locked up so she couldn’t fly out. In the end, she proceeded slowly, as many of the walls also had doors set into the brickwork and she didn’t want to attract any more attention to herself.

SMACK!

She leapt forwards with a yelp as somepony smacked her squarely on the behind, spinning around to see a drunken stallion leaning on one of the doorframes.

“Heeeeey beautiful,” he slurred.

Fluttershy screamed and took off like a rocket, blindly running down the maze of backstreets as she sought to get away from the stallion. However, in her haste to escape, she did not check the road ahead and accidentally ran face first into something solid.

Falling backwards, Fluttershy was forced to brace herself with her hands. It was only after she had recovered her senses that she saw what, or rather, whom, she had run into.

It was Big Macintosh.

The red stallion’s muscular frame was clad in a flannel shirt and denim overalls, and he had also been knocked onto his ass by their collision. Once his eyes had stopped spinning, it was his turn to see what he had run into, and his coat turned an even deeper shade of red.

In bracing her body against the fall, Fluttershy had been forced to remove them from her person. The result was that Big Macintosh now had a full, unimpeded view of her naked body. Her full breasts and tight slit were completely exposed to him, worse, the cold had caused her nipples to harden and they now stood proud against her soft chest fur.

With a shriek loud enough to wake the dead, Fluttershy pulled her knees to her chest and tried to hide behind her flowing pink mane.

“Ummm…Fluttershy?” said Big Mac, nervously.

“…eeyup,” she replied, just loud enough to hear.

“Ya’ll do realise you’re naked right?”

“…eeyup.”

“…okay…why are ya’ll naked?”

Fluttershy squeaked in embarrassment, remaining silent as tears beaded in her eyes. She considered staying like until a hole opened up and swallowed her whole, but Big Mac was the first pony to ask about her state of undress rather than shove a camera in her face, so she slowly told him the whole story.

Big Macintosh had thought that her situation was the result of a bet, much like it had been with Applejack. However, as Fluttershy spoke, he came to realise her situation was the result of bad luck, and an insensitive photographer. Although he was still unable to keep a lid on his hormones, as her body sent blood rushing to other regions of his anatomy.

Big Mac was silent for a moment as he brought his body under control.

“What is it with the mares in this town lately,” he muttered.

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you Big Mac, I just want to get home and hide until this is all over,” she whimpered.

“I know, in fact, I may be able to help you with that,” he replied.

Standing up, he quickly stripped off his flannel shirt, causing Fluttershy’s cheeks to burn even hotter. Now it was her body's turn to react, as the sight of his strong arms, sculpted chest, and firm abdomen, caused nipples to stuck up even more.

“Take my shirt,” he said, snapping her out of a private fantasy. “It should keep ya’ll covered until you get home. This alley opens into a quiet street alongside Filthy Rich’s mansion; it’s got a high hedge and there's nopony in the street right now. Do you know the way from there?”

“Yes, thank you Big Mac,” she replied, gratefully.

“No problem Fluttershy,” he replied, turning so she could have a little privacy.

Pulling on the garment, Fluttershy was relieved to at least have some form of cover, however, it didn’t quite reach all the way down and a breeze blew between her legs, lifting the shirt. She would have to keep it pulled down until she got home.

Big Macintosh turned around as she finished dressing, doing his best to keep his eyes on Fluttershys face, although this seemed to make her blush even more pronounced.

Their ears pricked at the sound of a crowd echoing down the alley, and Fluttershy heard a familiar slurred voice echo down the street.

“She went that way, beautiful mare, just wish she stuck around some more.”

“Umm, I have to get going now…I’ll bring the shirt back when I can,” she said hastily.

“Keep it,” replied Big Mac. “I’ll go towards that lot and distract them.”

The Pegasus heart fluttered as the stallion turned to leave; despite herself, she raced forwards and gave him a brief kiss on the cheek before sprinting away.

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Big Macintosh had been right, the street she emerged onto was quiet and there wasn’t a pony in sight. Even better, her pursuers had been silenced, but fear was still keeping her wings locked up.

Leaving the alley, she moved quietly down the cobbled road, hoping that no pony would appear and see her. Keeping her hands firmly gripped on the hem of the shirt, she alternated between pulling it over her ass and marehood. Although, she was certain that a permanent blush had taken its place on her face, as anypony that did see her would get an eyeful either way.

It also didn’t help that fate was feeling particularly cruel that day.

“There she iz!” came a familiar accented cry, and Fluttershy’s gaze snapped behind her.

It was Photo Finish and her entourage, although they seemed to have picked up a few more
followers.

“I told you I wasn’t seeing things!”

“Nice ass Fluttershy!”

“Twenty bits if you show your tits!”

As catcalls and wolf whistles started flying her way, the yellow Pegasus pulled the shirt over her butt and bolted as fast as she could towards the end of the street, the perverts of Ponyville, and one strangely obsessed photographer, in pursuit.

“Zat shirt, it is terrible! It muzt be removed to expoze…ze magiks!”

Not eager to have any more of ‘ze magiks’ exposed to Photo Finish’s tomfoolery, Fluttershy risked a peek over her shoulder at the pursuing mob and saw the photographer herself was out front with her own camera, and she was closing fast.

Realising she was more likely to be caught than to out run the strangely athletic mare chasing her, Fluttershy’s frantic mind opted for a change of tactics, putting on a burst of speed to give herself some distance, she dove straight through the hedge to her left…and into a high class garden party being held by Filthy Rich.

This wouldn’t have been so bad, if the flannel shirt hadn’t been torn from her body during her trip.

The lull of polite conversation abruptly ceased as the naked mare rapidly realised that she was, once again, naked and in full view of a crowd of strangers. Several mares dramatically fainted, and a few started to glare disapprovingly, mutterings of, ‘lewd’ and ‘disgusting’ starting to circulate.

“Umm…miss…” said a nervous butler as he approached. “You are er…ahem…that is to say…you are underdressed...”

Doing her best to hide behind her hair, Fluttershy ran for the back gate.

Obscuring her vision might have hid her mortified expression, but it also meant she didn’t see Filthy Rich emerge from the mansion and step straight into her path. The stallion’s eyes widening for a split second before the naked mare collided with him and they topped backwards in a mass of flailing limbs.

“Ugh,” he groaned, landing on the lawn. “Did I really see that?”

He question was soon answered, as his senses returned and he found himself staring at a pair of flawless, yellow, butt cheeks, the smooth lips of Fluttershy's marehood sensually winking at him from between them.

There was a tense moment of silence as Fluttershy recovered her wits, and became acutely aware of the crowd staring at her. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she roughly scrambled off Filthy Rich, snatching a pair of wide brimmed hats off two guests and sped through the garden gate.

“What is it with this town lately?” he groaned.

Using the hats to hide herself, Fluttershy quickly ran down the mansions back lane and onto the road towards her cottage. She was beyond mortified at this whole event, her cheeks were burning like a stove and her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped animal. She couldn’t escape this, and no amount of time would make her forget the humiliation she suffered. It would be emblazoned on walls, magazines and in pony’s minds until the universe was swallowed up by its own mass and forever obliterated.

Thankfully, her cottage wasn’t much further away; if she kept up her pace then she could make it without being seen.

But fate, once again, had other plans.

A flashbulb going off above her was the only warning she got before, once again, Photo Finish and her entourage descended like a group of hungry predators.

“Zere! Ze Magiks! Capture Zem!”

Blinking in an effort to clear her vision, Fluttershy continued to run, using the hats to hide her ass and marehood. Unfortunately, this left her breasts exposed and bouncing up and down for the pegasi that managed to get ahead of her.

“Nice boobs, are they natural?”

As yet more cameras were brought to bear on the poor Pegasus; she shut her eyes, just wanting this ordeal to end and for everypony to go away. Then her foot caught on a stone and she was sent sprawling. The two hats flew from her grasp, giving the crowd a perfect view of her naked body once again.

“No, go away!” she screamed, doing her best to hide as more flashbulbs went off around her.

Fluttershy was humiliated beyond measure, her breasts, butt and vagina were exposed for all to see, and no matter how hard she tried to hide them, another camera would distract her long enough for somepony to sneak in another shot.

“Perfect, just perfect!” said Photo Finish as she excitedly took more pictures. “But ve need more of zat flawless marehood.”

With a snap of her fingers, several of her loyal assistants grabbed Fluttershy by her arms and legs.

“Noo, let me go!” she screamed and struggled, but the assistants were used to dealing with unruly, and often unwilling, models. Their grip was like a vice.

“Ahh, zis is it, ze glorious final spread!” said Photo Finish, getting as close as she could with her camera.

“Show..me..everything!”

Fluttershy struggled as best she could, but the strength of the ponies around her was too much and she wasn’t able to close her legs to the perverted photographer. A breeze blew across her nether lips, and her body to involuntarily shuddered, her nipples hardening once more. She tried to flick her tail between her legs, but a sharp tug indicated it was being held by yet another pony, guaranteeing that her pegasus pussy was exposed for all the cameras.

“So smooth, does she wax?”

“I bet her pubic hair is pink,”

Photo Finish flittered around Fluttershy as she struggled against her captors. The photographer snapping picture after picture of her vagina, capturing it from every angle.

“Lift her up, I vant to see zat beautiful behind,”

With an involuntary squeal, Fluttershy’s abdomen was lifted, exposing her smooth butt cheeks. After taking a few shots, Photo Finish snapped her fingers yet again and Fluttershy yelped as her cheeks were firmly gripped, and slowly spread to expose the crinkle of her anus. The cameras went off with renewed vigour.

“Yez, Yez, Zis is it,” said Photo Finish as she got in close to Fluttershy’s marehood.

Fluttershy once again, shuddered involuntarily as the photographers hot breath washed over her most private area. She tried to wiggle backwards as Photo Finish’s delicate fingers reached out to touch her nether lips, gently caressing the soft, tender flesh before slowly spreading them wide for the camera.

Fluttershy was frantic, tears ran down her face and she cried out for it all to end, for somepony to save her.

A bestial roar answered her pleas and silenced the cameras before something large and hairy barrelled into the crowd, scattering them like ninepins. The assistants released Fluttershy like a hot stone as the creature made a beeline for them, clawing and biting with a vengeance. Blinking through her tears, Fluttershy saw that her saviour was Harry the bear, and he wasn’t alone. On his back was Angel, directing the raging beast with a tiny swagger stick as more reinforcements descended on the crowd.

Birds dove from the sky to peck and scratch at those who would torment their caretaker, Squirrels, mice and ferrets thundered past her in a tiny stampede that went straight up up pony’s legs to bite at extremities. The larger creatures arrived a moment later attacking anypony that tried to escape from their wrath, cats hissed and scratched at faces, a dog pack herded ponies into Harrys path, a sea lion even used a tortoise as an impromptu projectile, its armoured shell smashing into Photo Finish and her entourage.

“Ack, flee! Ve must flee!”

With nopony arguing, the crowd rapidly dispersed, pursued by the unrelenting menagerie of critters.

Harry, having clawed a few pony butts to speed their departure, lumbered his way up to Fluttershy and draped his arms around her in a protective hug. The Pegasus threw herself onto her saviour and sobbed into his furry shoulder.

“Oh Harry, it was awful. They just wouldn’t leave me alone! I’ll never be able to show my face in town again!”

The bear let out a sympathetic grunt as Fluttershy sobbed, holding her close like he would one of his own cubs. Angel bounded down from his shoulder and gently nuzzled against the cheek of his owner, the bunny wishing they had gotten there sooner so he could have spared her this humiliation.

A flash of light heralded a new arrival as Discord, the Spirit of Chaos, materialised before them, although he was now sporting a black blindfold.

“Hello, Fluttershy? Are you there? I can’t see anything under this!”

“I’m behind you Discord,” she sniffled.

Turning his head, but not the rest of him, towards the sound of her voice, Discord snapped his fingers and a red, silk dress, with matching shoes, appeared before her.

“Here, put these on, sorry if it’s a bit tight, I had originally created it for myself,” he said, with a hint of embarrassment.”

Not questioning why her mismatched friend had a dress, after all he had pulled stranger things out of his proverbial hat; she quickly snatched it from the floating hanger, with Harry acting as a screen while she put it on.

“Word of advice, don’t make drunken bets with a demi god during your college years… erm, can I take this off now; my neck is starting to kink.”

“Yes”, she sniffed. “I’m ready.”

Unravelling the blindfold, the spirit of chaos was treated to the sight of Fluttershy’s full figure in his form fitting dress. It had a low cut top to show some cleavage, and a slit in the fabric that ran from the base to just above the knee so she could show a bit of leg, perfect for a girls night out.

Although right now, such an activity was far from their minds.

“Your animal friends saw you fall from the cloud,” he said, twisting his head and body back to normal. “They tried to find you but you had already fled the scene. So they came to get me as fast as they could, but you can imagine how hard that was, realms of chaos being what they are. Once I knew what was happening, I sent a message to Angel there to ‘rally the troops’.

The bunny gave a sharp salute with his swagger stick.

“I’m sorry Fluttershy,” he continued, head drooping. “I’m your friend; I should have been here to save you from this.”

Fluttershy sniffed again as she tried to regain her composure, but recent events were just too much and she broke down again.

“Why did Photo Finish do that,” she cried, throwing herself into Discord's mismatched arms. “I knew she could be insensitive, but she chased me all over Ponyville! It was so humiliating!”

Discord maintained the hug as Fluttershy continued to cry, running his claw down her mane in a comforting manner, although inside he was silently fuming. Now he knew the name of the one who had put her through this, and he would make sure that she payed.

Eventually Fluttershy had calmed down enough that she stepped back, though she kept a firm grip on his lion paw.

“Feeling better?” he asked

“No…”she whimpered. “But, thank you from being here…it helped.”

“Anything for a friend,” he replied. “And don’t worry about those photographs.”

With snap of his clawed fingers, over a dozen cameras appeared in his clutches. Summoning a large furnace, he casually tossed them inside and finger snapped it out of existence. Somewhere in the distance echoed an accented cry of anguish.

“All taken care of,” he said with a smile. “Although I must protest about the amount of chaos that’s being caused in this town lately, If I’d have known a few nude mares’ are enough to turn just about everypony into a slavering pervert, I wouldn't have bothered turning everything upside down and inside out. I swear, it’s like someone is trying to steal my thunder!”

“Please, let's not talk about this,” she sniffed. “It was just so awful; all I want to do is get home and hide until nopony remembers any of this.”

“Of course Fluttershy, I’m sorry,” he replied, realising he had accidentally upset her. “Let's go home, I’ll make some calming herbal tea and put a level ten forcefield around the cottage.”

As Discord comforted his friend, a miniaturised version of himself had appeared on the shoulders of both Angel and Harry.

“Drive that bunch of perverted pictioneers out of Ponyville, and don’t stop until they are sufficiently deterred from ever returning! Don’t damage Photo Finish too much, she's mine.”

With a nod of understanding, Angel bounced up onto Harry, who loped off after the fleeing photographers with a roar.

Wrapping his arms around Fluttershy, Discord snapped his fingers and the two teleported to her cottage, the spirit of Chaos already plotting an appropriate revenge against Photo Finish and her insensitive crew.