I'd Like to be a Tree

by Totally_Not_Furry

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Comedy, Fluttershy, Sex
Length: 4339

FluttershyxBloomberg clopfic

Fluttershy has to cope with her long time lover moving away. As she goes to say goodbye, she makes their last meeting a memorable one. Be warned, this is a clopfic between Fluttershy and Bloomberg.

Published 2011-11-21 21:36:24 UTC
Last updated 2011-11-21 13:09:20 UTC

Chapter 1

I’d Like To Be A Tree
By: Totally_Not_Furry
Edited by: Reahidru

Fluttershy quickened her pace as she trotted along the trail to Sweet Apple Acres. She glanced over her shoulder again to make sure nopony was following her.

“Oh, why am I always so paranoid that I’m being followed when I walk down this road? Nopony has ever followed me before, and the animals always listen to me when I tell them to stay home.”

Fluttershy returned to a trot as she continued down the path. She could feel her heartbeat through her chest, a testament to how nervous she was. Fluttershy had traveled this trail countless times and knew it like the back of her hoof, but something else was rattling her nerves. This might be the last time she would take this path.

The pony’s mane flowed behind her as a cool spring breeze blew through the orchard. The tree leaves rustled ever so slightly as the branches bounced around. Apples shined in the midday sun, their scent filling the cool air. Fluttershy inhaled and felt herself relax a little as she watched the trees sway in the wind.

The sound of a twig breaking behind Fluttershy caused her to freeze. The pegasus’s heart skipped a beat as she realized somepony was following her. Her eyes widened and she quickly spun around to confront them.

Nothing but rows of apple trees extending for miles was in view. A minute passed before Fluttershy finally exhaled and adjusted her saddle bags. “C’mon Fluttershy, there’s nopony around. Let’s just turn around and keep heading to--”

“Howdy Fluttershy!”

“EEP!!!” Fluttershy’s legs locked up and she fell over, knocking her saddle bags aside.

“Oops, heh, sorry for scaring ya. You okay sugarcube?”

Applejack helped Fluttershy to her feet, which was quite a challenge since the yellow pony wasn’t moving. After tipping Fluttershy up onto her stiff and unresponsive legs, Applejack grabbed Fluttershy’s fallen bags and threw them over the shy pony’s shoulders.

“What'cha got there?” Applejack gestured towards the dusty saddle bags.

Fluttershy started to visibly shake, “Nothing… um, I mean, nothing really.”

“Nothing?”Applejack asked inquisitively

Fluttershy turned away, lowering her head and using her body as a shield from Applejack’s gaze. “Yeah it’s, um, no not really, um, supplies.”

All Applejack heard was a soft, high-pitched squeak.

Applejacks eyes lowered into an accusing squint. "What are y'all up to?"

Fluttershy squeaked even softer as she curled up into a ball on the ground. Applejack stared at her for a few seconds.

“…Okay I’ll let you be then. I gotta start packin’ supplies for our trip to Appleloosa anyhow.” Applejack left Fluttershy and turned to head back to the barn, wondering what in the wide world of Equestria had gotten into that mare.

For a couple of minutes, Fluttershy didn’t move from the protective ball she found herself in. Eventually, a gust of wind filled the orchard with the sounds of fluttering leaves and swaying trees. Fluttershy poked her head up as if she had just heard her name called. Looking around her, she saw nopony around and ran off of the trail and into the orchard.

Fluttershy ran until she reached a section of the farm with younger apple trees. She stopped to look around the expanse of the farm.

“Is anypony around?”

There was no response except a calm breeze that flowed through the trees. Celestia’s sun peeked out from the cloud it had been hiding behind and enveloped the grove with sparkling sunlight.

“So we are... alone?”

Again, the only sound Fluttershy heard were apple trees swaying in the wind.

“Oh, I’m so relieved. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t see you again Bloomberg.”

Fluttershy trotted quickly over to the sprightly apple tree. He was young, but strong, the first of his grove to bloom. His leaves shined a deep green and his bark a healthy brown. A breeze caused the tree’s branches to sway, as if Bloomberg was waving at Fluttershy. A blossom slowly drifted down from the upper branches and landed near Fluttershy’s feet. Fluttershy’s cheeks went pink.

“Oh, that’s, um, awfully nice of you Bloomberg. You, um, don’t look too bad yourself.”

Fluttershy walked up to the tree and nuzzled its trunk. The rough, uneven bark felt amazing against Fluttershy’s furry cheek. As she pulled away, bits of bark got caught in her mane.

“Oh Bloomberg, what am I going to do? What are we going to do? You leave for Appleloosa this week and we might never see each other again.”

A strong gust burst through the orchard, sending the trees around Fluttershy into a frenzy. She backed away from Bloomberg and threw her quivering hooves over her head to protect herself. As she looked up, she saw that Bloomberg only gently swayed. His branches danced around gracefully, making music amongst the chaos. In the madness stirred up by the wind, Bloomberg was calm, just like the first time Fluttershy had met him...

A gust of wind almost knocked Fluttershy over as she ran. She landed on her front left hoof and pain shot up her leg. The trees around her in Sweet Apple Acres had never looked this scary, this intense, this... wild. Fluttershy got to her feet and winced at the pain. She kept moving forward with a limp, scared to think of what the trees would do to her if she stayed put any longer.

What was supposed to be a relaxing nap on the in the middle of the farm turned into a nightmare as a vicious storm cloud appeared out of nowhere. A weather system moved over the Everfree Forest faster than the weather team could contain it and it was wreaking havoc on the farm. The gusty winds turned the once comforting grove of apple trees into a violent obstacle course of hazardous roots and fallen branches. Fluttershy had woken up when a branch crashed down on her tail. Only after wiping away the leaves blown in her face had Fluttershy realized she was in danger and started to run.

The yellow pegasus limped along, fighting back the tears forming in her eyes. She had to find shelter, but where could she run to? She was surrounded on all sides by huge, gigantic, terrifying, enormous, branch-waving, splinter-giving, fast-moving, scary noise-making, could hurt a pony in one…

Fluttershy thought her eyes were betraying her. In the middle of the orchard, a solidary tree stood gently swaying in contrast to the chaos around it. It seemed... safe... inviting... comforting. The smooth movements of the branches were calling to Fluttershy, wanting to protect her from the storm.

Fluttershy limped her way over to Bloomberg and crawled into a ball and the base of the tree. The roots cradled her, hugging her close in the wind. The creaking of the branches played a lullaby that drowned out the cacophony of the wind. The ground was soft and warm, soothing Fluttershy’s nerves and clearing her thoughts. Fluttershy felt warm in the chilly air, she felt safe.

Fluttershy stayed curled in Bloomberg’s roots for hours and hobbled home when the weather subsided. The next day, Fluttershy came back with a lily blossom to give her thanks. However, when she approached the tree, her body failed her. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, and all she could do was stare; stare at the strong, little tree. Slowly, the timid pony walked to Bloomberg and gave the tree a short little kiss. An apple blossom fell off one of Bloomberg’s branches and landed in front of Fluttershy. She tried to turn her head as she blushed, but her body wasn’t responding to her thoughts. Instead, her body’s desires were taking over. Fluttershy moved closer as her body knew the only true way to reward this marvelous tree…

Fluttershy had only met Bloomberg two years ago, but she felt Bloomberg knew more about herself than anypony else in Ponyville. Bloomberg was Fluttershy’s first, and they had spent many intimate afternoons together. She wanted to be with him forever, but he was leaving for a new home, far away from Ponyville.

Above the whirling winds, the gentle bristles of leaves in a passing breeze could be heard. Fluttershy, whose hooves had crept over her head as she shivered in fear at the resurfaced memory, lowered them to the ground and stared at Bloomberg. He was shining. Rays of light highlighted every groove in the trunk, every twirl in the bark, every leaf on the branches. Bloomberg looked majestic.

For the first time that day, Fluttershy felt relieved and relaxed. The pegasus smiled as she dropped her saddle bags and started to nuzzle the tree. The uneven grooves felt electric on Fluttershy’s neck as she moved her head about the trunk. Fluttershy moved her body forward as she kept brushing herself up against Bloomberg. The firmness against her coat traveled down her body to her rump. Fluttershy ground her cutie mark into the tree, sending a tingle down her spine.

Fluttershy reluctantly pulled away. She shivered as the chills that coursed through her body subsided. Her face now was now a shade of orange as her yellow fur blended with her flush red face. Fluttershy’s breathing picked up a bit and her deep breaths were clearly audible. Bloomberg stayed silent.

“I still can’t believe you’re the shy one when we do this” Fluttershy giggled.

Fluttershy teased the tree with her tail, quickly swishing it back and forth to tickle the trunk. While she teased, her pink tail caught on the trunk of the tree and would tug her tail whenever the Pegasus moved her rump. Pleasure and pain shot up Fluttershy’s rear which stimulated the aroused pony even more. Fluttershy jumped up on two hooves to embrace the tree with a quick hug and nuzzle, before she dove in for a deep, passionate kiss.

Fluttershy’s hooves moved up and down the sides of Bloomberg’s trunk. She loved the feeling of her fur moving over the rigid bumps and grooves in the bark. Fluttershy’s nose took in the scent of fresh apples and tree bark, which sent her into a fury as she tightened her embrace. Fluttershy moaned slightly as her tongue caressed the tree, swirling about the trunk and exploring the cracks in the bark. Bloomberg tasted of apples and tree sap. A quick breeze lifted Fluttershy’s pink mane and whisked it forward, wrapping around the tree in a hug of its own. The breeze pushed the pony closer to Bloomberg. Her chest pressed against the trunk; the sensations sent Fluttershy’s heart into a flurry as she took a deep breath. Her stomach contacted the tree; Fluttershy couldn’t help but moan a bit louder. Finally, her groin met the tree; Fluttershy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as her knees grew weak.

Slowly, Fluttershy’s began to grind her hips up and down into the tree. Her moaning grew louder as she increased her pace. A steady rhythm sent pleasure racing through Fluttershy’s nerves as her groin grew flush with heat. After a minute, Fluttershy broke her hug and pulled away apologetically.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Just, um, I’m going to get something from my bag, I mean, if that’s alright with you.”

The tree moved gracefully in the breeze.

Fluttershy smiled and walked over to her saddle bags. After sifting through one bag, she found what she was searching for, a piece of sandpaper. Fluttershy walked around to the other side of Bloomberg, where a lone branch had been sawed in half. The remaining branch, which was almost exactly horizontal to the ground, was at a height just below Fluttershy’s chin. Fluttershy sat down right next to the limb and hummed a tune as she began to sand.

After a bit of sanding, the limb had become smooth and sleek. Fluttershy gave the limb a quick peck and a gust of wind caused the tree to shiver.

Fluttershy looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Do you like it when I kiss your wood?” she asked with a wink. “Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves”

“That is, um, if you don’t mind...”

Fluttershy quickly spun around, pulling her tail across Bloomerg’s trunk and limb. She took the sand paper in her mouth and put it back in her bags. A steady breeze ruffled the tree’s leaves as Fluttershy slowly circled the tree, dragging her tail along the trunk. Fluttershy came back right in front of the shortened branch and sat on her haunches. Bloomberg’s leaves rustled as strong breeze whipped Fluttershy’s mane straight back. Fluttershy ducked her head under the limb and slowly licked it from the bottom of the shaft up to the tip. A strong gust thrusted Bloomberg over Fluttershy as the tree’s leaves draped over the pegasus.

“MEEP!” Fluttershy stepped back as she squeaked. The gust subsided and the tree returned to standing straight up, branches bobbing in the wind.

Fluttershy looked up with a hint of annoyance in her eyes. “Bloomberg, you always scare me when you do that. Now promise me you won’t do that again.”

Leaves stirred in the wind.

“No buts mister.” Fluttershy moved her hooves on her hips.

The wind finally died and Bloomberg stopped moving, returning to his upright stance.

“That’s better.”

Fluttershy returned to her seat in front of the shortened branch and admired it for a bit. Months of sanding had given it an almost perfect cylindrical shape. It was wider near the trunk of the tree with a girth of almost two inches, and the tip was a little more than half that. The limb was a hefty ten inches long and sleek, but not perfectly smooth. Fluttershy intentionally left some bumps and ridges around the shaft to give herself the most pleasure.

Fluttershy closed her eyes smiled softly and brought her face close to Bloomberg’s limb. She inhaled deeply, his rich scent filling her nostrils as another shiver ran down her spine. She could also detect a hint of tree sap. Dots of his thick nectar were beginning to leak from their wooden prison, she could feel him begging for release. The scents swirled around in Fluttershy’s head, jumbling her thoughts and widening her smile. A sensual exhale released Fluttershy from her temporary high while she glanced up at Bloomberg with her suggestive, cyan eyes.

Fluttershy took the limb in her hooves and began to massage it. Slowly, she began to pepper it with kisses. She started at the tip and kissed it all the way down the right side to the trunk. Gingerly, Fluttershy stuck her tongue out across the bottom and slid up to the tip and back down to the base. Fluttershy covered the right side of the branch with an open mouth and slid up, swirling her tongue against the smooth wood as she traveled. She gave the tip a playful bite and could taste a bit of the delicious tree sap within Bloomberg. Fluttershy slid her mouth down the left side of the branch and brought her head underneath the limb, flicking her tongue back and forth as she drew her head out towards the tip. Fluttershy swirled her tongue around the tip of the shaft as her hooves caressed the sides.

Slowly, Fluttershy snaked one of her hooves down between her legs. She was soaking wet and incredibly hot as she started rub herself. Fluttershy rubbed deep into her haunches as she finally took the tree limb into her mouth. Fluttershy started bobbing her head up and down the shaft, sucking hard with every movement. Fluttershy could taste the sap she was sucking out of Bloomberg, which caused her heart rate to skyrocket as she continued rubbing herself with her hoof.

Fluttershy started to feel flustered as her body was overcome with heat. She began rubbing herself more intensely, her leg spasming erratically with every circle she made. She also increased the speed she was sucking on the shaft. She worked him for ages before popping him out of her mouth and looking at Bloomberg with her bright cyan eyes. Fluttershy took her hoof that had been between her legs and brought it up to her muzzle. The smell of her juices was driving her wild. The taste drove her even wilder.

Fluttershy continued to lick and suck on her hoof, teasing Bloomberg with her eyes. Bloomberg didn’t make a sound.

“I’ll be right back, don’t you move.”

Fluttershy gave a quick lick to the tree limb, lapping up any sap she missed before, and trotted over to her saddle bags. After rummaging through one of them, she came back to Bloomberg with a Trojan Horse condom.

“Sorry, you know how I always use protection. Still, I hope you don’t mind.”

Bloomberg’s branches swayed gently in the breeze.

Fluttershy skillfully rolled the condom down the length of Bloomberg’s limb. For this time, Fluttershy decided against lube, she was so wet that it would be unnecessary. Fluttershy licked her lips as she turned around and stuck her tail in the air, exposing herself to the tree.

“Okay Bloomberg, let’s take this nice and slow.”

A breeze tickled Fluttershy’s haunches and blew her pink mane over her eyes as she positioned herself in front of the branch. She twitched when she felt the warm tip against her slit. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Fluttershy took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, and slowly pushed back.

The shaft easily parted Fluttershy’s moist lips and slipped inside her. Bloomberg’s limb became covered in the pegasus’s juices as it spread her out wide. Fluttershy gasped for air as Bloomberg filled her up. She took short, sharp breaths as she was overcome with pleasure running through her body. Fluttershy stopped a third of the way down the shaft, taking a minute to catch her breath while Bloomberg continued to stretch her apart.

Fluttershy continued to push against the tree, driving the branch straight into her wet, tight body. Her jagged breathing slowed as she let her tongue loll out of her muzzle. The sensation of Bloomberg sliding inside Fluttershy’s body across her tight walls was making her sweat. She continued to push, waiting for Bloomberg to finally--

Fluttershy squealed. The bumps she left on the shaft had hit her g-spot. Fluttershy reflexively clasped tight around the limb, composing herself to continue to push back into the tree. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she started heavily panting. Fluttershy was now two-thirds of the way down the limb. If she went any farther, Bloomberg would tear her in half. Her heart was pounding through her chest while her entire body felt like it was on fire. Slowly, Fluttershy began to rock her hips back and forth, letting the shaft slide in and out of her at a gentle pace.

Fluttershy slid on the shaft effortlessly, her juices acting as the perfect lubricant. She spasmed everytime the limb grazed her g-spot while she drilled herself onto the tree. Grunts and moans escaped Fluttershy’s mouth as she began to pant. Pleasure shot through Fluttershy’s body, blurring her thoughts. As this was happening, a strong wind picked up, causing Bloomberg to start buck violently back and forth.

“oh... YES... um, call me, ugh, call me dirty...” Fluttershy panted as she increased her rhythm against the gyrations of the tree. Her tongue flopped around with each push made against the tree, each push accented by a very sharp breath and loud moan. Her eyes couldn’t focus on anything around her as the wind blew her mane straight out in front of her.

Fluttershy could smell her sex as the wind blew past. Her juices trickled down her legs, leaking out of her with each thrust back onto the tree. The tree branch slid through Fluttershy’s body. The bumps rubbed up against her G-spot. Each thrust was more pleasurable than the last as a buildup of pressure was starting to develop in her haunches.

“Oh, oh OH YES! YES. I. AM. A. TREE. I’M A DIRTY TREE! A DIRTY TREE! YES!” Fluttershy barked.

Fluttershy abruptly stopped. “Not that trees are dirty...”

Fluttershy bit her lip and returned to her steady rhythm. Her body was on fire, her hind legs soaked, her mouth dry from panting, her throat hurt from screaming. She was in heaven. Fluttershy fought to keep her eyes open as she pounded away on the tree. The buildup of pressure in her loins signaled that she was close to coming. The wind intensity increased tremendously, causing Bloomberg to buck even wilder. High pitch moans came out of Fluttershy’s mouth as she made stronger thrusts against the wildly bucking tree, feeling Bloomberg slide in and out of her so forcefully. In just a few more thrusts, she will--

“Fluttershy! Is that you screaming?”

Fluttershy instinctively jumped backwards and gasped louder than she ever had before. Part of this was her being startled by Applejack’s voice. The other part was because Bloomberg’s entire ten inch limb was now deep inside her. Fluttershy felt like she was being split in half at the seams. The wind didn’t let up as Bloomberg kept bucking to and fro, sending vibrations through the limb, turning it into a natural vibrator.

Fluttershy watched in horror as Applejack appeared around a bend in front of her and started trotting up to where she and Bloomberg were.

“Oh goodness, you’re okay. I heard you screaming and I thought something might be attackin’ ya.”

Fluttershy couldn’t respond. She could only stare at Applejack with wide, terror-filled eyes and an open mouth as Bloomberg kept vibrating against her g-spot. The only audible sounds to come from her were the quick, sharp breaths Fluttershy was taking. She was creeping closer and closer to an orgasm with every passing second.

“Well, you sure as sugar look frightened. Sweet Apple Acres does get its fair share of mean critters, but they’re mostly harmless.” Applejack shared. She walked over to Fluttershy’s saddle bags on the ground. Fluttershy could only follow her with saucer-like eyes as her panting became more forceful and frantic. Strong gusts of wind were whipping Bloomberg back and forth, causing the tree to gyrate even stronger.

“I sure am gonna miss Bloomberg, he is a strong little tree. Always could withstand the harshest of storms without even losin’ a couple of little leaves here. Well, except for that one storm that took his lower branch.” Applejack turned towards Fluttershy and could see her entire flank bare against the tree. Fluttershy just stared back at Applejack making unintelligible noises as she struggled to hold back her moans.

Aplejack looked at the Bloomberg and then to Fluttershy inquisitively. “Say, where is that stubbly ‘ol branch of his?”

Fluttershy couldn’t answer the question, she could only pant. Her eyes and mouth were still wide open and even her eyebrows began to move up and down with her breathing.

Applejack wondered why Fluttershy was still spooked. Wasn’t having a friend nearby enough to calm her nerves? Applejack looked to Bloomberg... Then back to Fluttershy... Then she noticed the smell...

Applejack’s jaw dropped in horror. When her eyes met with Fluttershy’s, they matched them in size.

“no...”

Applejack looked to Fluttershy’s saddlebags, her heartbeat rising. She noticed the Trojan Horse condom wrapper on the ground.

“No.”

Fluttershy was now squeaking with every breath, keeping the same facial expression as Applejack met her look with a face of pure terror.

“Fluttershy... NO!”

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!”

Applejack fainted.

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Twilight was cleaning up her library to get ready for bed when Applejack burst through the door.

“Twilight, I need one of em fancy schmancy spells to erase the last 10 hours of my memory.”

Twilight looked utterly befuddled at Applejack, whose face showed pure desperation.

“Why would you need that?”

“Just do it.”

“Are you going to tell me--”

“If I wanted to forge-- AHH! MY BRAIN! I’M THINKING ABOUT IT AGAIN!”

Twilight watched Applejack writhe in pain on the floor of the library. She quickly readied and fired off the memory erasing spell, which she committed to memory after the whole peanut butter fiasco. Applejack’s body rose into the air in a swirling purple ball which quickly enveloped her head and dissipated. Applejack fell down hard on her rump and slumped to the side, out cold.

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Spike woke up Applejack in the morning to offer her some breakfast. Her body ached, her rump hurt, and she was attacked by a massive headache after she opened her eyes. The farm pony fell out of Twilight’s guest bed and labored to stand up on her legs. She stumbled her way downstairs and joined Twilight in the kitchen for some oatmeal.

“What in tarnation happened last night that I ended up here Twilight? And why’s my head buckin’ more than a bull at a rodeo?”

“You ran in here last night asking me to erase your memory, so I did.”

“What did I do that I wanted my memory erased?”

“Even if I knew, would you want me to tell you?”

“... point taken.”

Applejack ate her breakfast quickly and painfully stumbled her way back to Sweet Apple Acres. There were still plenty of chores to do before heading off to Appleloosa that week, and Applejack didn’t want to leave Big Mac and Applebloom with too much to do when she left. Applejack decided to check on Bloomberg before she got back to the barn.

“Well Bloomberg, you sure are shinin’ today. You tryin’ to leave a lasting impression before you...”

Applejack noticed the condom on Bloomberg’s lower branch. For a good minute, Applejack stayed silent. Her breathing picked up as thoughts raced through her head for what could have happened that past afternoon.

“... I didn’t...”

Applejack reached back to touch her rump. It was sore; she winced from a simple tap.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

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TO BE CONTINUED?

Fanart from CartoonLion: http://i.imgur.com/Y7lIw.jpg

Dramatic Reading from MicTheMicrophone: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmcG8shWukI&feature=channel_video_title

Part 2 will be finished by September...