The sun rose up over the high mountains, and rosy tendrils of morning light stretched out across the landscape, illuminating the lush fields. Verdant plains sprawled over rolling slopes, covered in countless flowers, painted every color of the rainbow and all shades in between. Monuments stood in the open meadows, memorials of a time long ago: weathered marble statues depicting equine gods and heroes, the epitomes of strength, virtue, and beauty, each at the center of a ruined courtyard ringed by tall columns. Some of these were still intact enough to support round domed roofs, forming small contained shrines, former sanctuaries of a civilization long lost, now only serving as a shady respite from the elements.
 
Further west, the light crept toward the trees, natural constructions which had been marching steadily across the landscape in reclamation of the world. In the lofty heights of one particular tree, beneath a canopy of pale pink leaves, there was nestled a bundle of collected twigs and branches, the interior lined with cushiony foliage to provide comfort. The sun’s golden rays streamed in and fell upon the form which lay asleep in this nest, covered by a broad fan of yellow feathers. Upon contact, the figure began to stir, giving soft sighs, and the wing pulled away to fully expose her to the crisp morning air.
 
Fluttershy slowly hefted herself up into a sitting position, brushing her long flowing mane of pink hair out of her eyes, and she stretched out her slender arms and wide wings. Shaking off the shackles of drowsiness, she steadily stood upward, hooves holding firm beneath her weight, though the branches which composed the nest creaked softly. The makeshift bed was more than large enough to comfortably contain her body in its entirety, but it only took a couple of steps forward before her breasts jutted out far over the side. Her breasts were of an utterly gargantuan size, mammoth mammaries sprawling out from her chest and totally eclipsing her torso, reaching down past her waist, leaving only the lower half of her legs visible, and their combined width outstripped her height.
 
There was only one thing which could possibly outshine the girth of the pegasus’ chest, and as she tipped forward – almost as if unable to stop being pulled by the sheer weight of her endowments – and fell over the side of the nest. Her wings unfurled to their fullest extent, feathers stretching out far to either side, and with one beat they propelled her from a downward plunge to soaring upward, ascending toward the heavens. She maneuvered herself effortlessly, majestically, with fluid flaps that produced powerful gusts of wind rolling across the flowery fields, even despite the seemingly unwieldy mass which dangled from her torso. She soared high over the fields, racing toward the mountains, and with every motion she could feel her weight swaying and bobbing pendulously in the air currents, filling her with a particularly curious form of exhilaration.
 
Up over the lower foothills and ridges the yellow equine flew, climbing higher and higher, until she crested over the top and caught sight of the other side. The high peaks formed a ring stretching out far in either direction, and this served to contain an enormous lake, its crystal surface sparkling in the light of the sun, and on the opposite end the mountains continued rising up further into the clouds. Islands peeked up out of the sprawling lagoon, decked with trees and greenery, as well as pillars half sunken in the water, holding up ruined pediments and lintels, the final remnants of whatever had once been in this valley before it became filled. She dipped lower, skimming over the placid surface so closely that her bulbous pink nipples were close to brushing against it, and she could feel the coolness of it radiating out against her skin.
 
At the far bank, a large hollow was dug into the hillside with stone steps along its sides, a magnificent amphitheater, with the waters of the lake lapping directly against the stage at the bottom. Fluttershy alighted at the top of the steps, at the very center, where there was a hewn seat of marble jutting up from the ground, which she settled down upon, plush buttocks coming into place neatly in a pair of divots in the stone. She gave a low sigh as she relaxed once more, wings folding into place against her back once more and tail curling around her, while her breasts sprawled out in front of her, consuming her lap and rolling over her knees to rest upon the ground. It was here that she could relax, basking in the quiescent atmosphere of the land and the ambient hum of force which pervaded it, instilled in the earth itself since time immemorial and revered for millennia.
 
As the pegasus with eyes peacefully closed breathed in and out, in and out, her bosom rose, and each time back it fell it inched its way a little further across the ground than it had before. The tide of yellow flesh slowly marched its way forward, soon reaching and falling over the first step, and then the second, the third, and beyond; the process quickly appeared to be exponential, stretching and expanding like a flow of lava down the slopes of a volcano. With the entire amphitheater nearly smothered beneath these behemoth breasts, they noticeably began to gradually lose their simple soft, flabby texture, rounding out further, skin growing taut, and their sloping peaks mounted higher, apexes rising up even above where Fluttershy was sitting, nipples at their farthest ends becoming particularly pert and puffy, even strained. She cooed softly to herself once, stroking the side of one monolithic mammary.
 
All at once her nipples gushed in an explosive eruption of a pale crystalline fluid, dazzling with all the colors of the rainbow in the light. A deluge of the vibrant nectar fell upon the lake with the force of a torrential downpour, countless gallons upon gallons upon gallons, and waves spread outward from the impact to all across the expanse, from one bank to the other. The water level rose up and up until it cascaded over the sides of the mountains, forming trickling streams at the smallest and roaring waterfalls at the largest that fell down to the meadows below, and the colorful flowers erupted into bushes, vines, and fully grown trees, as if they had been there for years.
 
Fluttershy only continued to gently massage what small piece of her bosom was within her arm’s reach, and she looked up over the cresting slopes at the sky as the sun beat down upon her with its hot rays, peaceful and content. Such was the life of an avatar of nature.
 
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