Anon Has Sex With A Tree

by ChronicleClop

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Other, Romance, Sex, Slice of Life, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1300

Anon has been in Equestria for months, and is starting to feel lonely. Today, however, that loneliness ends.

Anon has been in Equestria for several months, and he can't help but feel lonely. The Ponies of Ponyville are nice enough to him, but he just can't connect with them the same way as he could with other humans. Truly, it is difficult to be the only one of your kind.

Today, however, goes a bit differently from usual as Anon walks through the Apple's apple orchard. On his way, he just might find the company that he has been so longing to keep.

This is a fic about Anon having sex with Bloomberg. The tree, remember? Yeah, just move along now.

Published 2016-09-29 02:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-29 02:40:02 UTC

Leafing Loneliness Behind

It was a bright and sunny day in Equestria, as Blake walked through the town of Ponyville, enjoying the weather. The birds were singing, and a slight breeze waved through, keeping the temperature nice and cool.
It had been 3 months since Blake had been transported to the magical land of Equestria, and the whole incident still confused him. All he could remember of the incident was that he had been drunkenly talking about his newest fanfiction on TeamSpeak, before a bright light enveloped his world. The next thing he knew, he was lying in the middle of Ponyville in the middle of a very confused crowd of ponies.

The citizens of Ponyville had taken to his appearance with a surprising amount of calm. With the exception of a few screaming mares, most of the ponies took his sudden introduction in stride, as though such things no longer even surprised them. Blake was quite happy about this, as he was able to receive immediate help from the princess and her friends.

Blake let out a wistful sigh. It had been 3 months, and it did not look like he would be able to get home. The princesses had been unable to determine what had brought him to Equestria, and had no idea how to go about getting him back home. For the foreseeable future, Blake was stuck in Equestria.

It wasn’t really so bad, he supposed. He had been able to get a job as a writer, his skills with writing fanfic coming in handy. Many ponies had hired him to write stories about their lives, and were impressed with his capabilities as a writer. It was a modest living, but it kept him going. He had even earned enough to rent a small house near the edge of town.
Living as a writer also gave him enough free time that he was freely able to explore the town around him. Ponyville was a rather quaint town, and had a lot of charm, despite being so different from his own home. The locals were friendly, and the greenery was a refreshing change from the concrete jungle of Britain. The abundance of plant life seemed to make the air smell fresher, and cleaner. Definitely a step up from the smog of the city.

Blake came to a stop by a fence, overlooking the Apple family’s orchard. In the afternoon, Celestia’s sun always shone particularly beautifully on the apple trees. He took a step off the path and into the grass, deciding to go for a walk through the orchard. It was such a beautiful day, and it made sense to appreciate it as much as possible.

The leafy canopy provided a light covering from the warm sunshine, leaving Blake covered in dappled light. The cooler atmosphere was refreshing, Blake not even having realized how warm it had been. As he walked through the rows of apple trees, he found himself admiring the trees themselves. The apples took pride in what they did, and the love they showed for each of their charges was clearly apparent. The healthy trees had lush, green leaves, and smooth brown bark. They were practically surging with life, working tirelessly towards producing their juicy, round fruits. It was not time for the harvest yet, but most trees were showing the budding efforts of their growth. Small, yet growing apples adorned most trees, giving Blake a slight craving for their tasty fruits.

Suddenly, through a clearing, Blake noticed a tree in the distance. His eyes widened slightly. This tree seemed...different. Blake wasn’t sure what it was, but he found himself drawn towards the tree. It’s mysterious allure ensnared his senses.

Stepping through the clearing, he saw the tree in all its glory. It’s smooth, brown bark ran all the way from the tree’s thick, strong roots, all the way up to its luscious and full foliage. The breeze ran gently through the tree’s branches, softly swaying the leaves, as if waving a greeting to the visiting human.

The writer stepped up to the tree, unsure of what in particular drew him forward, but he couldn’t help but place a hand onto the solid trunk of the tree. The magic inside the tree seemed to surge forth at his contact, filling Blake with a tingling feeling. He let out a gasp, as it radiated through his body. He was no stranger by this point to magic being cast on him, but this felt somehow different. The energy that filled him seemed more compassionate...more sensual.
As the bond between the two grew, Blake felt a name come through the fog of his mind.
“Bloomberg.”

At the sound of its name, the tree seemed to surge anew in response, as though confirming that that was indeed the trees name. Following the surge of magic, Blake felt an unmistakable surging of lust. The beauty of Bloomberg shone anew in his eyes. The strong trunk of the tree made his mouth water, and he pressed himself bodily up against the supple tree. The tree practically groaned in response, its own pleasure multiplied by the mod’s intensified contact.

Blake rubbed himself up and down the trunk of the tree, gazing upwards to see large, red apples adorning the branches. They were beautiful, and Blake couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Stepping back from the tree, he quickly stepped out of his pants and shoes, and took off his shirt. His soft pudgy body shone in the sunlight. His pale, pasty skin, lightened from so long under Britain’s ever present weather, contrasted starkly with Bloomberg’s dark brown bark.

As Blake let his shirt drop to the ground, he leapt forward, grappling with the bared tree trunk in a fierce show of arboreal passion. He ground his hips roughly against the wood, his ever hardening member brushing against the rough surface. His groans matched the surges of magical energy coming from the tree, each slightly increasing in intensity with each repetition. The two were locked in uninterrupted passion, unable to be separated even if they had wanted it. It was truly the first time since coming to Equestria, or even becoming a mod that Blake had felt loved.

Thrusting harder, Blake shoved his member between two pronounced knots on the side of the tree. The additional stimulation caused his hips to involuntarily thrust harder, forcing his swollen member between the two knobs of wood underneath him. The tree groaned in pleasure, its sensitive knots radiating pleasure under the relentless assault of the fleshy penis pushed against it.

Blake looked up to see a juicy red apple in front of his face. Lost in his own pleasure, he pressed his mouth against it, taking a large bite of its sweet flesh. Sweet, creamy juices filled his mouth as he moaned at the taste filling his mouth. He felt Bloomberg’s essence flowing through his body, and it made him feel even closer to the tree he held strongly in his grasp.

The two groaned into loud screams as their pleasure culminated into its pinnacle. With one final, powerful thrust, Blake screamed as his penis throbbed in orgasm, coating the bark and his own stomach with rich, nutritious cum. Bloomberg vibrated in pleasure, as the sheer nutrition of the seed planted against its bard slowly began to absorb into its growing wood.

Blake panted as he broke away from the tree, looking upon the glowing creature with soft eyes. He felt comforted in Bloomberg’s presence, something he hadn’t really felt in his life. He smiled softly.

Despite being the only human in Equestria, Blake was confident that he would never again be alone.

Author's Note

You didn't actually read this, did you? Oh my god, why? Why would you do that to yourself?