Chapters A Day in the Roots of Fluttertree
A Day in the Roots of Fluttertree
As the sun perched itself into the horizon, one of the many trees in the Sweet Apple Acres orchard awoke. Although there were rows upon rows of apple trees, this one was different from the others; it was unique, a new creation. It stretched out its branches, allowing the early morning breeze to push through them. Its bright yellow bark rivaled the morning sun's brightness, making the tree radiate an ethereal glint. The vivid pink of the leaves gave off a feeling of joyous laughter, kindness, yet a strange amount of tranquility.
Although a pony wouldn’t notice it, the apple orchard was full of sentient trees. Sadly, they could not speak because trees do not have mouths. The only way they could ever communicate was by chemical signals, which would be received by other trees thus allowing communication of incoming insect artillery rounds or something else I didn’t pay attention to in Biology.
Fluttertree yawned. Once a little bit of the weariness blew over, she noticed that her branches were heavier than the night before. She looked at them with invisible tree-eyes. Her yellow apples were fully grown! They stood firm, proud, nutritious. They stuck to her branches; she embraced them with her leaves. They were her babies, her pride, her life. The apples had grown so quickly, starting off as little stems protruding from each branch, slowly growing into a more discernible apple shape. Now they were at the pinnacle of their life; scrumptious, beautiful, alluring.
Fluttertree looked at them with motherly tree-eyes. It wouldn’t be long before she came. Fluttertree adored her apples, but she longed for the orange earth pony even more. The way sweat beaded down her body, making her body glisten in the sun. The way she exerted herself when she was working, bucking apple trees all day long. The way her stetson bobbed on her head, revealing a ponytail mane. She moved with grace, yet she was determined, hardy. She knew how to work an apple tree, how to make them give up their fruits. It was her special talent after all, and Fluttertree wanted her to use it on her so badly. She longed for it, craved it, lusted for it. Her branches quavered in eager anticipation, rustling against each other. She felt some sap build up under the layer of her bark, trying to force its way through her exterior hide.
Fluttertree’s eyes turned towards the sky. The early morning birds soared in circles, eyes keenly fixed on the ground, meticulously watching to find some sort of food. Fluttertree squinted her tree-eyes as one of the larger black birds started a descent right towards her. She gasped, and tried to move away before realizing she was in fact a tree, and as such, could not move. The crow landed gracefully into her delicate canopy, snapping some leaves and making some of the others fall. Her leaves drifted in the air towards the ground, as Fluttertree silently observed with her non-existent eyes in horror.
A sharp pain added to her worry, as the crow plucked at one of her apples. Her babies were in danger, and there was nothing she could do about it! She tried slapping the crow away, but to no avail. The crow was just too difficult to beat! No... this is the end to my apples! Fluttertree thought. If only a miracle would happen... I need these fruit to survive!
“Stop right there, ya varmint!” a voice boomed, echoing across the orchards.
The crow turned toward the voice.
Applejack stood in front of Fluttertree, her hooves dug into the ground. Her eyes had a fire flickering in them, matching the ferocity of a crazed manticore. She wore her signature stetson, hiding away her mane. Applejack’s face was contorted into a fierce scowl.
“Get outta that tree right now,” Applejack ordered.
The crow matched Applejack’s eyes with sheer malicious intent, before squaking in reply. It turned back towards the apple, intent on finishing its feast.
Applejack galloped over to the nearest apple tree, and bucked it. A myriad of apples fell from its leaves. Applejack picked one of them up between her front two hooves.
“Ah’ll give ya one last chance, crow. Either get outta my tree, or Ah’ll be forced to use violence!”
The crow dug back into the apple.
Applejack grimaced. She tossed the apple up, and turned around. When the apple reached the appropriate height, Applejack bucked it. The apple went flying, and hit the crow right in the chest. An explosion of white apple chunks splattered across the feathers of the crow, as it fell out of Fluttertree.
Applejack trotted over to Fluttertree, and looked at the crow. It was twitching, but still breathing. Probably had brain-damage or something. Applejack turned towards Fluttertree and rested her hoof against her bark. “You okay, sugarcube?”
Fluttertree nearly released all of her sap at that very moment. The embrace of her love right there made her metaphorical heart pound. Applejack would always be with her, watching over her, loving her. These thoughts made her sap churn and fight against the bark, eager to unleash its sticky residue on the orange earth pony. Fluttertree still had some control though, so she held it in.
“Did that mean old crow hurt ya?” Applejack asked, brushing her hoof against the bark.
Fluttertree wished she could answer at the very moment. To be able to tell her how she felt, to thank her, to profess her love for Applejack! She couldn’t though, because trees don’t have mouths and Fluttertree was still a tree.
Applejack let her eyes drift to Fluttertree’s juicy yellow apples. She lovingly caressed Fluttertree’s bark. “Looks like you’re ripe, sugarcube. Ya’ll need some help to loosen up those branches?”
Fluttertree tried to nod. She stopped when she was once again reminded that she was in fact a tree, and therefore obviously could not.
Applejack turned around and prepared to buck.
Fluttertree couldn’t help but stare at her back legs. They looked so well-toned; they were beyond perfect. The way they arched up towards Applejack’s curvaceous rump enticed Fluttertree. This made the yellow tree’s sap lash viciously at her bark, wanting to be released from its prison of wood.
Applejack lifted her rear hooves and struck Fluttertree.
Fluttertree tried to make her fruit stay on her branches. The feeling of having the love of her life pay so much attention to her was too good to pass up, she needed to stall Applejack; make the orange earth pony stay longer, buck her longer.
Applejack perked her ear to listen to the apples falling. Only the sound of a few dropping reached her ears. She looked up to see that the majority of the apples remained on Fluttertree. “Oh, yer being tough today, aren’t ya, sugarcube?”
Fluttertree continued staring at Applejack’s rear. An idea came to her mind; she knew what she had to do.
Drop some mad rhymes.
Yo, yo yo! Word up, name’s Fluttertree, Haven’t heard of me? Got more buzz than a swarm of bumblebees. I be droppin’ mad rhymes on a daily basis, When I’m done, gonna leave you in cryostasis.
Got my homegirl Applejack by my side, when we done, all of you will have learned to abide. Got the sickest rhymes ever laid down on a track, when we finished, you gonna be worshiping my sap sack. WORD TO YOUR MOM.
Fluttertree sighed, she really did have amazing rap talents for a tree. Well, she would have sighed if she had a mouth, but trees still didn’t have mouths, and Fluttertree was still sadly a tree.
“Let’s see how you handle this, sugarcube!” Applejack stated, before bucking Fluttertree again.
Fluttertree moaned when Applejack’s back hooves made contact with her wood. A small crack appeared in her bark, as a dribble of sap rushed to the open entrance and crept down her exterior hide.
Applejack continuously bucked Fluttertree. Every time her back hooves made contact, only a few apples would fall. The strain of constant bucking was beginning to take its toll on the orange earth pony, as every kick in succession was less powerful than the last.
Fluttertree was at the breaking point. She couldn’t hold on to her fruit or sap any longer. When Applejack’s hooves made contact with her bark one last time, a huge hole appeared in Fluttertree, releasing a torrent of sap. All of her apples fell off also, as she became unable to hold onto them, but that’s besides the point.
Applejack was drenched in the bright sticky residue, her eyes dilated from the shock.
“What in tarnation? Ah didn’t even know apple trees had sap!”
Applejack combed herself over with her eyes. Her entire body was darkened to a degree, sap dripping from every inch of it. She brushed her chest with her hoof to collect a sample of the residue. Bringing her hoof up to her nose after collecting a small amount, Applejack sniffed it.
“It... smells like apples?”
Applejack looked both ways, and noted nopony was watching her. She licked her hoof.
“It... tastes like apples and sugar?
Fluttertree giggled at her friend’s predicament. She sure was forgetful today, though, as she then remembered she was and forever will be a tree, and trees couldn’t giggle.
Applejack caressed Fluttertree’s bark. “Ya know... I just might be able to sell this here sap. I’ll be back in about a month, sugarcube. Ya better be ready by then.”
Fluttertree was ecstatic. She would’ve marked her calendar if she had one, but trees don’t have calendars. She made a mental note however to produce enough sap for Applejack - her one true love. Her entire next month would be spent lasciviously watching Applejack go about her chores, longing for the day the orange earth pony bucks her again.
A Day in the Roots of Fluttertree
Many months had passed since Fluttertree’s first juicy apple explosion on Applejack. Or had it been merely days? Fluttertree still didn’t have a calender, so she couldn’t tell. She’d have to ask Applejack one day, if she ever got a tree-mouth. Back to the story though: Applejack had come to visit her on the same day over the last few months. Every time ended up in an eruption of sap, and Applejack getting drenched while holding a giant glass jar. The jar was filled each time of course, since Fluttertree was huge and she had a lot of sap to extricate onto the expectant orange earth pony.
Ever since the first time it happened, each release felt increasingly pleasurable. Of course, Fluttertree had no nerve endings around her sap hole, so she truly couldn’t feel it. Still, she moaned because it just felt like it was something that sounded right for the moment. As usual, she tried her hardest every day to make her apples grow. They seemed to grow at the exact same rate every time though, except when she dehydrated herself by panting a lot. This lead to a shortage of water in her leaves somehow, while she blocked off her roots. Blocking off her roots was hard, but Fluttertree was a professional at blocking things off. She just had skills like that. In that time, her apples didn’t grow at all though, and that made Fluttertree sad.
Suddenly, due to something wrong happening with the space time continuum, Fluttertree was suddenly thrust into the future. She went through a worm hole or some strange shit, that featured images of Hugh Jelly, Ditzy Doo without her crossed eyes, and the infamous giant rock Tom Sedimentary Cruise, or some obscure name like that. He was obviously the best pony. She flew through the circling purple and blue time hole, until she realized she was in the exact same spot as before. It was night time now though.
Somewhere, a purple unicorn was dancing very badly while listening to a gramophone. Fluttertree didn’t know how she knew this, but she just did, so go with it. She tried to nod her head along with what she thought this unicorn was dancing to, but all she ended up managing was causing to her branches to sway in an apparent wind. This was good enough though, trees aren’t known for their ability to dance, and Fluttertree was no exception.
Fluttertree looked around with her invisible tree-eyes. The future didn’t look that different. The ever-familiar feeling of tranquility from being surrounded by rows upon rows of apple trees soothed the anxious tree. The grass was a magnificent dark blue, contrasting the bright pink and yellow of various flowers that scattered the nearby landscape. The moon was rising in the far horizon, pushing itself farther into the sky with each passing second. The stars twinkled like fireflies in the vast night sky, starlight radiating towards Fluttertree as if it was trying to reach out to her. Obviously the color scheme of the ground was wrong, but Fluttertree didn’t care. It was a break from the norm that she had become used to.
In the distance, a red stallion with an orange mane could be seen. He was wearing a top hat and a monocle, obviously a fashionably dapper fellow. Oh, he also had a gold watch on his front hoof. He looked high-class; fancy, rich. I forgot to mention the bling necklace he was wearing. It was a gold piece of jewellery fashioned into the letters BM, encrusted with diamonds of various sizes. He was truly a pimp.
Fluttertree remembered him though, despite his distinctly novel appearance. The stallion was Big Mac. While Fluttertree lusted after Applejack, she had to admit that Big Mac was rather fine looking. The way he chewed on those hay stalks was enticing, it made her sap churn. She wished it was her bark he was chewing on. The way he also maintained that stoic expression no matter the scenario, keeping that beautiful yet peaceful demeanor. The fact that he was the single largest and most well endowed stallion in all of Ponyville.
Big Mac trotted with swag. He had a lot of that. It was a surprise he didn’t have a harem of mares on him at the exact moment. He probably had one inside his barn though, because he was straight up pimpin’.
Fluttertree watched as her heart fluttered. Well, it would’ve if she actually had a heart, but since she was a tree, her chloroplasts or something fluttered instead.
Big Mac shot her a serious expression suddenly, like that really popular gopher. Fifty mares got pregnant at that exact moment, from the sheer stallionliness of his gaze. Also, somewhere, a bird exploded. Yes, Big Mac is simply that awesome. His eyes rolled across her bark, taking in every groove and curve her ligneous extent had to offer. He raised one of his eyebrows, and cantered over to Fluttertree.
“Why, I do believe we haven’t met, my fair sylvan,” he drawled, his head held high. His voice was a higher pitch than the other Big Mac that Fluttertree knew, giving him a snobbish disposition.
Fluttertree was surprised at the fact that Big Mac didn’t know her. I mean, she had been on Sweet Apple Acres for years! She was ingrained in the soil, a legend on the family tree of Apples!
“I mean, I’ve never seen a tree with such a lovely bark as yours before, madame!” Big Mac appraised. “So beautiful... the yellow really matches your pink leaves!” he laid his hoof with his pimpin’ gold watch on it on Fluttertree’s bark.
Fluttertree felt her sap begin to bubble, wanting to be released from her saphole. Fluttertree still had skills with holding her sap in though, so she restrained the immediate urges of her herbaceous longing.
Big Mac stared at her saphole. It was the perfect size, such a nice, tight, solid, wet fit. He was a dendrophile for some reason. Just go with it. Trees made him get in the mood, which is why he worked at Sweet Apple Acres. He felt his member get hard, pimpin’ Big Mac had a tree to explore.
Fluttertree stared at Big Mac’s throbbing branch. It was so huge, but there was something wrong with it! It had no leaves! It still looked nice however, besides its obvious leaf problem. She had to do something about it. She wiggled her own branches, until a couple of leaves fell out of it. They drifted lazily towards the ground, before landing on Big Mac’s muzzle.
The pimpin’ stallion stared cross-eyed at the leaves. He raised his other eyebrow. “Well, madame. I believe I mustache you a question.”
Fluttertree branchbarked at that moment at the egregious joke. Well, she would have if her branches ever reached where ever it was her facial bark was.
Big Mac blew both of the leaves off of his muzzle. “Are you ready to get bucked?”
Fluttertree attempted to nod, before realizing she was still a tree. It should be noted that trees don’t have a good memory and constantly forget that they are trees. Fluttertree was no exception.
Big Mac placed his hoof on the outer rim of Fluttertree’s saphole.
Fluttertree moaned as a wave of pleasure swept through her plant cells. Well, she would have felt pleasure if she had nerve endings around her saphole, but she didn’t, so no pleasure was actually felt, but Fluttertree released her sap anyways with a force that rivaled the strength of a maddened mare in her menstrual cycle.
Big Mac found himself being thrown back by the power of Fluttertree sapping, his member and entire underbelly was covered in the gooey substance. landing on his side many meters away; He got up, and attempted to shake the coat of sticky residue off of his member, but to no avail. Big Mac returned his attention to Fluttertree, while raising both of his eyebrows even more.
“Barks got bite...” he stated solemnly. “I’ll be back tomorrow, treebabe. BM, out!” he yelled, starting to canter away. “Oh, and tomorrow, I’m getting my friend to look at you. You’re not a normal tree, you’re extra special, babe!” he called out.
Fluttertree pondered his statement. She was just a tree, nothing special about her at all! It was getting dark out though, so Fluttertree closed her invisible tree-eyes. Minutes passed, before Fluttertree remembered that trees don’t sleep unless they cut off the chloroplasts that make photosynthesis happen. She was such a silly tree at times.
A myriad of thoughts drifted through her tree-mind, before concluding that she was still a tree, and as such, didn’t have a tree-mind. How this happened, I don’t know. She fixated her tree-eyes on a spot of blue grass that had a fair amount of sap on it, left-over from her intimate moment with pimpin’ Big Mac. There was always the question of who Big Mac would bring over tomorrow. He had lots of friends in where ever she was originally from, so maybe she’ll remember that friend!
There were a few things Fluttertree knew at that moment.
First was that she missed Applejack, she had never sapped on anypony else before and it felt awkward.
Second was that this wasn’t the future, but an alternate time-line where she didn’t exist, which is why this Big Mac had never known her.
Third was that the unicorn was STILL dancing very badly to music from a gramophone for some reason. That unicorn sure had a lot of energy, dancing like nothing mattered.
Fluttertree looked both ways somehow, before noting that nopony was nearby. She waved her branches through the cold night air, imitating dance moves. She was definitely the best tree dancer in all of Equestria.
A Day in the Roots of Fluttertree
Fluttertree looked to the horizon as the sun started its lethargic ascent towards the welcoming sky. The dawn of a nascent day had always been Fluttertree’s favorite time, the way the sky radiated such magnificent colors. The hues weaved through one another; jacinthe orange, azuline turquoise, porphyrous lavender, together creating a melange of blissful spectrum. The spectacle in the morning air issued a feeling of serene tranquility, coupled with an abundance of vigorous energy. It was beautiful, breathtaking, alluring.
Fluttertree knew that Big Mac would be coming soon; he always awoke at the break of dawn to do his morning chores. Well, that occurred in her time-line; this was an alternate, so he may have woken up later. The bright yellow tree closed her invisible tree-eyes and permitted the early morning breeze to soar through her supple branches. Although the air felt crisp, it also felt relaxing, in a way; it was good-natured, calm, and provided her respite. It effortlessly pushed each leaf aside as it traveled through the pink of Fluttertree’s placid leaves.
She allowed her thoughts to wander, her memories to form physical bodies. Landscapes of bright green grass, each blade with the residue from the early morning dew swayed in the early morning breeze, mixed with the vibrant blue sky that held the sun as it gifted the innocent land with its boundless warmth and light. Bright hulking trunks of flowering trees protruded from the moist earth, followed by the flourishing of a myriad of leaves on every single one. Scintillating multicolored apples appeared on every tree. Some were verdant, others alizarin; a few were even colored as are the raw spectra of a rainbow. The grass barely showed through the onslaught of tree dominance, as the leaves blotted out the fiery chromatic sky. An orange earth pony was formed, along with her ever-familiar stetson. Three moderate white freckles adorned each of her cheeks. Her eyes were a piercing lime-green; they radiated the uplifting feeling of pure, unbridled honesty. Her hooves were magnificent, expertly crafted from the finest of imaginations; they outlined her beautiful, curvaceous, tempting rump in a new light. Her long blonde mane was unkempt, free. It flew freely in the wind, like a pegasus foal eager to take off away from its home. Strands flew in different directions, coating the area directly to the side of Applejack with a flood of vitellary hair.
Then a quick thought came to Fluttertree’s mind: Why the bark was she over-detailing everything? Trees weren’t supposed to be good at detail, and Fluttertree was for some reason still a tree! She promised to only moderately detail things from now.
A glint shown from the near horizon, as Big Mac with his pimpin’ swag and bling was trotting towards Fluttertree. He was still pimpin’, as previously stated, because he’s awesome like that. Beside him was some short orange ball of fur, with a strangely long yellow mustache. He looked like he was from some far-off country. Hoofington or whatever its name was. Was it a he, actually? It looked pretty gender neutral.
“I am the Lorax, and I speak for the trees!” shouted the orange furball thing. He bounced over eagerly towards Fluttertree. Up on arriving near the bright yellow tree, he placed his ears against her.
This thing is weird... thought Fluttertree.
“Well, that wasn’t very nice, tree!” the Lorax thing stated. “I can hear what you think, because I speak for the trees!”
Fluttertree was getting annoyed at the creature that was in front of her. The way he repeated everything about trees, the way he could read the minds of the trees, the way his yellow mustache curled up at the ends. It was all so foreign, so alien, so terrifying. She had grown up around trees and ponies, not orange fuzzballs that were tree-psychics.
The Lorax kept his ear close to the tree. “I don’t think this tree likes me, I’d know because I speak for the trees!”
“Ask her what she wants, Lorax,” Big Mac stated, maintaining that devilishly handsome stoic expression he always seemed to wear.
I want him gone.
“Oh, she wants me gone! I’d know because I spea-,”
Big Mac interrupted his speech by planting his hooves hard into the Lorax’s face.
The Lorax went flying through the skies, slowly fading into the horizon. “I speak for the trees!” he yelled, his voice trailing as he soared through the sky. When he was out of view, a small star popped up where he was last seen, followed by a strange ding!
“Remind me to never invite him ever again...,” Big Mac said. He pulled out a BlackApple phone from a side-bag I forgot to mention before. He cast one glance at the phone, and it immediately dialed the number he wanted.
“Hello, my loyal subject,” came a voice that was heavily tainted by boredom.
“Need your help with this tree, Discord,” Big Mac retorted.
The sound of fingers snapping echoed across the orchard, and a bright explosion of purple smoke filled the immediate area in front of Fluttertree. Discord liked purple smoke for some reason, I have no idea why.
Never before had Fluttertree seen a combination of so many creatures into one animal. His head was like a strange horse, with a goat horn protruding on the left side, and a deer antler on the right. One of his fangs were sticking out beyond his closed mouth, and he had a beautiful beard. His left arm had eagle claws, his right arm resembled that of a manticore, and not a lion. Everypony knows that manticores are more badass. His right leg was something that resembled Spike, short and weak. His left leg resembled a goat like the one that will be shown in today’s episode! His left wing strongly resembled a pegasus’, and his right wing was something Pinkie was strangely scared of even though she laughs at Nightmare Moon - bats. Oh, and he had a snake tail, but that’s not really that cool unless it grows back when you chop it off.
Another snap of his fingers, and a giant pair of sunglasses appeared on his face.
Fluttertree could feel his eyes caressing her, taking in every single inch of her being. It was strange, yet enticing.
Discord pushed his glasses up with one of his claws. “So you find me enticing?” he asked, scratching his chin.
Don’t tell me you speak for trees...
“I don’t speak for the trees, I can just...,” he trailed, disappearing into another plume of smoke before re-appearing in Fluttertree’s branches. He knocked on her bark. “Read minds. Sort of a... how do I put this, a perk of being the God of Harmony? Now, if I may ask, what is your name?”
Fluttertree... I guess.
“Well, it’s very nice to meet a sentient tree. You see, there are no sentient trees in this universe!” he said, picking at one of her apples. “Especially none with your color scheme... it’s rather abnormal, don’t you think?”
Not where I’m from...
“I know the answers to everything!” shouted a loud, bubbly voice.
“Oh... not her again,” Discord stated, slapping his forehead and letting his clawhand drag down his face.
A pink blur was bouncing fervently into view. Her coat was a lively vibrant pink, her mane and tail a darker pink that strongly resembled cotton candy. Her eyes were a bright piercing blue, her cutie mark a bunch of numbers and notes.
“I said I know the answers!” she yelled.
“Pinkie...” Discord said. “I don’t think we need you...”
“That’s not what your mom said last night!” Pinkie replied harshly. “Anyway, enough humor aside.” She pointed towards Fluttertree. “I know why you’re here.”
She’s so different from the Pinkie I know...
“She’s a few apples short of a bushel, if you catch my drift. Absolute genius, don’t get me wrong. Sadly she’s chemically unbalanced or something that makes her crazy,” Discord whispered.
“You see... Discord. Relay her answers to me.”
“Do I have to?” Discord asked.
It should be noted that Big Mac was still there, he just didn’t feel like talking.
“Yes, in the name of ALL THAT IS SCIENCE!” Pinkie yelled. “Now, Fluttertree as you’re called. Have you ever rapped before?”
I think I rapped... a few months ago?
“She said she rapped a few months ago.”
“Interesting... that proves my entire thesis!” Pinkie exuberantly exclaimed. “You see, the rhymes you ‘busted’ were so ‘mad’, that the space time continuum couldn’t handle it. It was at the breaking point, where dark matter became a neutral substance, incapable of holding together the very fabric of space. When Twilight started dancing very badly, space itself split open where you stood, hurtling you into this universe coincidentally!” she stated.
I didn’t understand any of that.
“She said you achieved traveling to a different universe,” Discord said.
Alright then... is there any way to get back?
“She asks if there’s any way to get back,” Discord relayed.
“There’s one way to go back to your universe. It involves a level of retardation that has never been shown before. So I called her over.”
“No, Pinkie. Please tell me you didn’t call... her ,” the draconequus pleaded.
“I’m afraid so, Discord,” Pinkie replied. “This is a matter of the security of the entire universe. If Fluttertree doesn’t get sent back soon, the two universes may fold in on each other!”
“Oh, fine,” Discord said, defeated. “Do you have an estimate of when she should arrive?”
“Any second now. While her intelligence is questionable, she refuses to be tardy. Last time she was tardy...” Pinkie shivered. “The entire town was almost destroyed, I’m sure you remember that.”
Discord’s eye twitched. “Don’t remind me...”
An aura of ethereal purple exploded in the horizon, covering the sky in a violet dome. Stands of magic soared lazily through the morning air, drifting where ever the wind would talk them. In the near horizon, a giant ball of purple was moving quickly towards them.
“Oh no... she’s here...” Discord concluded, his eyes drooping while his mouth was agape in horror.
“Hai guize!” a voice rang out across the orchard. “Twilit Sprkle iz here! Let’s al parteh!”
