“oh god, why the fuck am I a tree!?” You scream from your wooden prison.
You don’t know what happened or how you got to this land, that for some reason had talking ponies and buffalos, but you wanted to go home badly. The last thing you remember doing was laying down to go to sleep and then seeing a bright rainbow appear in front of your eyes. You don’t know why you were picked for this. You were just an average young adult in his mid-20’s trying to get by in life. Now…you are a tree stuck on top of a hill near a desert.
In the distance you could see a small western style town that had a bunch of ponies….TALKING ponies to be exact, doing things that normally only humans could do. It was weird, seeing a bunch of them with wings flying around, and even a few with horns on their heads. In the field below you that was littered with more trees like yourself, you could see more of those ponies either kicking the trees, flying up to pick, or using what you thought was magic or some shit to pick the apples of the branches.
For hours you would just stare forever forced to look toward the town of ponies, hoping one of them would come up to your wooden prison and free you. You couldn’t move anything at all but you could feel the wind blowing against your hard tree bark, and you could feel the water going up your roots and too the apples that hung from your branches.
What god did I anger enough to be turned into this!?
Suddenly you notice a pony walking toward you. Realizing this is your chance to try and speak to him, you eagerly await till he is near.
The pony just from looking at it, is a male colt with a light gold coat with a brown vest of some kind covering it, and he had a yellow and orange mane. On the side of his ass rested a weird mark that resembled a red apple. On his head rested a brown cowboy hat that complimented his green eyes.
“Hey there buddy! How’s old Bloomberg doing today?” The pony said in a rather enthusiastic country accent.
Who the fuck is Bloomberg?
You noticed that he quickly looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching him. The only closest thing around was some blue Pegasus about 50 yards away picking a few apples.
“Well…looks like I don’t have to worry about anypony ruining our…alone time…” The pony said rather seductively at you.
Did you just say anypony? And why are you looking at me like that? And what did you mean by alone time? Do you talk to trees or some shit?
Suddenly the golden pony slowly walked beside you and rubbed his side against you that made you very nervous.
Does personal space mean anything to you!?
“Don’t worry Bloomberg~ I won’t tell Applejack or Big Mac about our little relationship~” He said as he put his against the side of you and ran his hoof down your bark.
Relationship!? Who the fuck is Applejack and Big Mac? Oh god…wait! Is this pony a tree fucker of some kind!? What kind of lonely bastard fucks a tree!?
“I always look forward to working a hard day in the fields and then coming to enjoy you.” He said as he started to stand up on his hindlegs
What the fuck are you doing!? And what’s bru- oh no. Oh god please tell me that isn’t your dick rubbing against me!
“I bet you look forward to this everyday as well. Forever watching the other trees below always being tended to, while you still up here and watch over them. It must be hard being in the hot desert air without any sort of comfort. It’s a good thing you have me here to soothe you on the…inside.”
What the fuck are yo- OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK!? Is your dick sliding inside of me!? Where the hell did that hole come from!?
“Awwww….it’s a perfect fit every time. So smooth yet so rough~”
Dude! Get your horse dick out of my rear…OH GOD I’M GETTING RAPED BY A HORSE DICK!! SOMEONE PLEASE WAKE ME UP FROM THIS NIGHTMARE!
“You like that don’t you uncle~? I’m so happy you’re out here and not in Ponyville…it was saddening to only get to enjoy your roughness at every family reunion. Now I get to enjoy you everyday.”
What kind of lonely fucker goes to a family reunion just to fuck a tree!? And how the fuck am I your uncle!?
Suddenly the pony started to rock his hips hard against your back side. You could feel your apples falling from the branches and rolling down the hill and out of sight. Minutes pass and eventually all your apples are gone.
“Don’t worry uncle. I’ll leave it in this time so you get watered properly.”
Oh god no! Don’t you dare cum inside of me!
“I know you love it when I blow my load into you…”
No I don’t!! You’re crazy! This whole world is crazy! STOP ACTING CRAZY!!
“Here it comes uncle!”
Oh god no!!
"Almost there~"
OH GOD NO!!!
In the next few seconds you felt the massive stallion dick spray its warm juices into your hole and seep out of it as it flowed down your bark and to the grass below. You never felt more violated than any other moment in your life.
“heh…heh…heh…You’re the perfect mate for me. You don’t scream at me, or protest that I don’t get to enjoy you…It’s why I visit you every day~” He said as he leaned into your bark and kissed you.
You couldn’t say nothing. You couldn’t do nothing. If you could, you would kill yourself on the spot, but here you were stuck inside a tree named Bloomberg and for some crazy reason this golden stallion loves you.
With a saddened heart. You realized you would be stuck here forever, and unwillingly a sex slave to a tree fucking pony. Whatever dark force did this to you has a sick sense of humor.
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“Eeeeeee!!! I got my human! I got my human!!” Lyra squee’d as she looked over the body of a human she just summoned successfully...
