Branching Out

by anonpencil

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Fluttershy, Sex, Random, Human, Twilight Sparkle, Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Dark
Length: 2728

Anon is so nice to help Twilight practice her magic, especially with so many new spells to test out. But he quickly finds that things can go terribly terribly wrong when magic acts unpredictably, even if he doesn't feel a thing.

When Twilight asks Anon to be her assistant in practicing new magic spells, he agrees for two reasons. The first, is that he's a nice guy, and the second is that he's in one serious dry spell and hopes this will get him some points with her. But when things go bad and he's left alone, the only one who seems interested in comforting him is Fluttershy.

As in, very interested. Way too interested. And her brand of comfort is...well...a little unfeeling. Poor Anon, his bark is always worse than his bite at least.

Published 2015-06-19 16:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-19 16:40:02 UTC

Getting to the root of the matter...

Author's Note

Dendrophilia is a thing. Look it up after you finish reading.
Or don't. Might help keep your sanity intact.

Getting to the root of the matter...

Twilight looks you over intently as she circles your fidgeting body. As she does she hums an annoying and strangely familiar tune while she tugs at the electrodes attached to your bare skin.The machine next to you hums steadily, a needle on it registering a neutral zero.

Why the fuck did you volunteer to help her again? This has never turned out well for you before, why should this time be any different? Plus, out here near the forest, no one could hear you call for help if things go terribly wrong. Huh, maybe that’s the point. Still, something about a lavender colored pony batting her eyes and saying “Please please pleeeease? It’s for science!” just gets to you. You’re a softie, what can you say? Plus, you won’t lie…you’re hoping it’ll score you some points, maybe get you closer to your goal. Which is, namely, getting one of these god damn ponies to let you fuck it.

You’ve been here long enough now that you don’t care that they’re tiny pastel horses. You don’t care that their boobs hang like testicles between their legs.You don’t even care that they shit on the ground, sometimes while talking to you or eating with you, and eat fucking flowers that grow out of their own shit.

No. No one of that is important anymore. All you care about is that you haven’t buried your dick in something’s pussy for almost a year now. You barely remember the touch of anything on your dick besides your own hand. And these ponies are fucking EVERYwhere. Masturbation has become a sort of secret mission that you rarely manage to get away with. You can’t count the times you’ve just started to spank it in the shower, only to have pinkie pie pop up like a fucking ninja through the foam around the drain with a cheery “Whatcha doin Anon?” Blue balls doesn’t even fucking begin to describe it. So if Twilight wants to monitor your body’s response to her magic, so be it. It’s for the greater good. Of your penis.

She finishes her lap of you, apparently satisfied with what she sees. You shiver as the wind blows past. Why did you have to be shirtless again? She looks up into your face, anticipation and joy brimming in her expression.

“Ready, Anon?” she asks, like the two of you are about to go on some roller coaster.

You sigh.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s do it.”

"And don't worry, I promise you won't feel a thing."

Twilight steps back and spreads her legs into a ready stance. She lowers her head, closes her eyes, and begins to concentrate. All at once, her horn makes a sound like someone abusing a set of wind chimes and begins to glow purple. At the same time, you look down at your body and find you are glowing purple too. The machine you’re hooked up to starts to beep and the needle moves.

It’s not a bad feeling, but your body has started to vibrate at its very core. Your bones feel like they’re…changing. All of you feels like it’s changing actually. As you watch, your skin starts to turn brown, grow ridged texture. You feel your hair changing too, growing soft, cool…leafy?

“Hey, what-“ you start to say, but your mouth suddenly seals shut and vanishes into the rest of your face.

You’re getting taller too, shooting up and up…What’s happening to you? God damn it, you KNEW you shouldn’t have volunteered for this. Twilight, now far below you, opens her eyes wide and gasps.

“Oh, no! No no no, that wasn’t supposed to happen!” she cries.

Great, just what you wanted to hear. She runs up to you and circles you, shaking her head all the while.

“A tree!” she mutters. “I wasn’t thinking tree, I was just trying to turn you green!”

And she hadn’t told you this? Well, you probably should have asked. She finishes a complete lap of what you now realize is your trunk, then looks up at you.

“Can you speak?”

Nope. At your silence, she chews her lip thoughtfully.

“Well, if you can communicate in any way at all, do…something.”

You do nothing. After a moment longer she sighs.

“Ok, well assuming you can still hear me, I need to get a few books to figure out exactly what went wrong. I wouldn’t want to try to turn you back and get things in the…um…wrong places.”

Yes, that would probably be bad.

“Just…stay here, ok?” she says, patting your bark comfortingly.

Like you have any choice on where to go.

“I’ll be right back!”

She trots off, levitating her machine and electrodes with her. You stand there, no way to do anything else, and brood over your own stupidity. Seriously, there’s no way you’re getting pussy over this, and now you’re a fucking tree. And it’s all self inflicted. Just wonderful.

Through your roots you sense more than hear hoofbeats approaching. Twilight’s back already? Gee, that was fast. But no, it’s not the same. These hoofbeats are lighter, more delicate. They’re downright dainty. You search the area, trying to find the source. Over the edge of the hill, you see a yellow figure approaching, accompanied by a entourage of squirrels and rabbits. She’s singing that same annoying melody as twilight and tossing her pinkish mane in the bright noon-day sun.

Fluttershy!

Well, at least you’ll have company while you wait for Twilight. You’ve heard she’s quite the tree hugger after all. As she draws near she seems to spot you and utters a little ‘oh!’ of surprise.

“Why hello there!” she says, brightening up with the most lovely of smiles. “I haven’t seen you here before!”

Is she talking to you? She’s talking to you! As a tree! Wow, she really does like trees. She trots over to you and places a hoof tenderly on your trunk.

“My, you’re a big tree! I wonder how I’ve missed you in my wanderings,” she croons to you, as if she knows you can actually understand her. “Did Applejack transplant you? Or am I just getting careless?”

She’s so cute, you can’t help but feel good. You’d never been partial to the shy little mare, personally. She was always such a chore to talk to, always way too sensitive to your jokes. But now she seems at ease. It’s…nice. Fluttershy glances left and right, a smile spreading over her face. She turns to her animal friends.

“Oh, my dears could you escort each other back to your burrows maybe? I have a new friend to make and I don’t want to make him nervous by having to be in such a crowd. No worries,” she adds as some of the rabbits frown. “I’ll be back to tuck your snuggly little noses in later. Now run along!”

The rabbits and squirrels bound off to their respective areas, leaving the two of you alone. Fluttershy turns back to you, now still smiling.

“You know, I wish I knew your name,” she says with a blush. “But I guess I’ll just have to give you one for now. How about…Timmy?”

Timmy? What the fuck, who names a tree Timmy? She nods to herself.

“Yes, I think that will work, i-if it’s ok with you?” she adds quickly.

No, it’s fucking not ok, you’re Anon. But, of course, you can’t tell her that. Guess you’re Timmy now.

“Oh good, I’m glad it’s ok,” she says, giving your trunk a quick hug. “I always like to get to know newcomers. I’ve gotten to know every tree in Ponyville except for you.”

She slowly looks up at you, blushing deeply.

“So…so now that you have a name I think I can get to know you better.”

Psh, how? How Fluttershy? As cute as this one sided conversation is, it’s getting old. You’re just talking to yourself. How much longer are is she going to go on? She steps back from you and begins to inspect you. Spotting a broken branch near ground level she smiles warmly.

“This will work I think,” she says quietly. “But I don’t want to hurt you, you’re so new to this and all. I’ll get this nice and wet first, ok?”

Wait…what?

She leans over the stubby branch and gazes up at you affectionately, licking her lips.

No, seriously…what?!

You watch in fascination and confusion as Fluttershy wraps her lips lovingly around your branch and begins to lick. The sight is too much for your mind to understand, and you just can’t seem to put two and two together. Is…is she giving you a branch-job? Is a branch-job even a thing? It must be, because damned if that’s not what she’s doing.

She moans softly to herself as she runs her tongue along the ridges of your bark, finding the prongs of jutting wood and caressing them with her lips. Yes, she’s blowing you! Blowing a tree! Damn, she really is a tree hugger! As everything sinks in, you also notice something else. Something terrible.

Oh really? Fucking REALLY?

The first action you’ve gotten in a year, and you can’t feel a fucking thing. Nothing. Not one lick or nibble or suck. Just nothing. You watch in complete horror now as Fluttershy takes more and more of your bough into her mouth. This is what you’ve wanted! This is what you’ve been waiting for! Why cruel god, why are you doing this?!

With a sigh she pulls the branch out and licks her lips, flecks of wood dotting her yellow face. She’s blushing deeply, and you now notice a growing dark patch around her rear. This is making her wet! Sucking a tree is making this pony fucking wet! You’re not sure if this is hot or just fucking sick. Batting her eyes, she turns and you see her marehood in full view. It’s winking, dripping and ready for…No. No fucking way.

She bites her lower lip.

“Be gentle with me Timmy,” she says. “You’re such a big tree, please be gentle.”

Yep. Fluttershy fucks trees. And she’s going to have you fuck her.

You watch, cursing your lack of feeling, as Fluttershy eases her pussy back onto your branch, taking inch after inch of wood. She moans breathily and her hind-quarters shudder. You watch her pussy tighten around you as she takes you in.

Who would do this to you? What power in the universe would allow this to happen!? You’re not a bad person. You only put an eggplant up your ass that one time, and you didn’t even enjoy it that much. There’s also that time with the little orange filly with faulty wings, but that hardly counts, she was into that shit. You don’t deserve this torture.

Fluttershy moans as she pulls away, revealing your bark darkened with her juices. Then she forces you in again and again and again. She gains a rhythm, fucking your branch with loving gasps and murmurs. Her moisture collects along your ridges, dripping down onto the grass and across your trunk. Her ass vibrates with each stroke, looking deliciously like a lemon candy, just waiting for you to bite into it.

"Oh....Timmy," she half moans, half whispers.

Timmy!? Anon! Oh ANON is what you should be moaning you stupid yellow horse! You strain to feel anything, even some small vibration of her body, but no. There’s nothing. Maybe if she was fucking one of your roots or something, but this isn’t working. All you can do is watch and lust after her body as it impales itself over and over on your branch. She closes her eyes and pushes you even deeper, letting out a soft squeaky cry. She’s fucking you with abandon now, with purpose. She’s going to get off like this. She’s going to cum with you inside her. You can hear her breath coming in small panting gasps as her rhythm increases. You can see her haunches shuddering with pleasure. She’s not far off now.

All at once, you’re aware of a violet green over your body. All over it, glistening. Twilight is nowhere to be seen, but that glow is her magic, you’re sure of it! Fluttershy doesn’t seem to notice, she’s too intent on fucking the living bark off of you. Her eyes are shut, her cheeks rosy, and sweat is making rivulets across her back and face with the effort. She’s so into fucking you that she doesn’t notice as the change begins.

Your body begins to shoot down at an alarming rate. Branches become arms, hands sprout out of leaves. You gasp in a sharp breath as your mouth forms and opens. You can feel your body, your arms, legs…And your dick. You can feel your dick. The warmth, the moisture, all of it hits you in an instant. Oh god, fuck yes.

Fluttershy is moaning in a high pitched whinny, and you feel her pussy clamp down on you and release a rush of wetness as she cums. The inside of her twitches and squeezes you, stroking your much-neglected cock.

It’s all too much for you. You’ve waited too long. The frustrations, the tension, you can let it all go now with the force of 1000 suns. With a cry of pleasure and release, you grab Fluttershy around her middle with your newly formed hands and force your member as deep inside of her as it can go. She cries out in surprise, fear, and pain as you thrust up to the hilt into her deliciously moist marehood. You don’t care. This is happening. It's too late for her to stop you.

You groan as a years worth of cum rockets out of you, hitting the deepest recesses of her pussy. It’s so forceful that it propels her forward off of you onto you ground, white goo spraying backwards out of her onto your pants. She lies there, shrieking in terror as a rain of cum falls through the air to coat her fur in your sticky goodness. It feels like it goes on forever. Just her writhing there in the grass, being coated in your seed like a cake being frosted in icing. You, standing over her, moaning in ecstasy as your dick streams long-overdue ejaculate over the landscape like snow. At last, you spurt your last spurt and fall forward onto the grass, panting. Flutterhy blinks at you, tears in her eyes, trembling all over.

“A-anon?” she whimpers.

“AHEM!” you hear.

You raise your head, and now you see a new shape. Twilight. Fucking. Sparkle. And damn, she looks pissed. You're way to weak to defend yourself now, and who knows what kind of damage she can do with that horn! Not to mention the whole magic thing. You feel a heavy lump forming in your throat and a growing dread seize your body.

She storms over to you, eyes practically scorching you with her intensity. Then, all at once, she turns on Fluttershy.

“For pete’s sake Fluttershy, you promised you’d stopped fucking trees!” she shouts.

What, you mean she knows about this? Fluttershy, looks at the ground, ashamed.

“I…I promise I tried Twilight," she murmurs, sounding truly guilty.

“This isn’t trying! You fucked Anon when he was a tree, didn’t you!”

“Well…”

“And you KNEW that I wanted to fuck him as a tree!”

Wat. You now see that Twilight has brought with her, not magic books as she promised, but bottles of lube, ropes, and condoms…oh god...was she intending to... Fluttershy sniffs back a tear.

“I’m sorry Twilight, he just looked so tempting I couldn’t help it. I know it was bad, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, Pinkie swear.”

“It better not!” she yells.

Then she spins to look at you, smiling at you evilly.

“Because I have enough energy to try that spell one more time.”

You hold up your hands in protest.

“Wait, wha-"

Her horn begins to glow again before you have the chance to finish your sentence. You feel that tingling vibration again. It's too late. The change is happening.

“Don’t worry Anon,” she says, still grinning maliciously. “I promise. You won’t feel a thing.”

-End-