Author: fawsley
Pairing: Treebeard/Bill the Pony
Rating: NR-17
Warnings: hot flora/fauna sex



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This challenge is free for all kind of pairings, but you honestly cannot
expect people to read a fic about Treebeard and Bill the Pony. Please keep
that in mind when you pick your pairing.

~ Azzy, rules of the 8th Library of Moria Forum Challenge, 2006

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Proving Azzy Wrong





There is nothing worse than being bitten by a horse fly. 

Especially when the bite is in a place that you can almost, but not quite,
twist around to give a good nibbling in a vain attempt to quell the itch. 

Yes – I got bitten on the arse. 

And I know that some might say that my muzzle is too long and that I’m
prone to poking it into places where it should not go, but there was no
way I could reach that spot! Chase my tail as I might, it was always
frustratingly just out of reach. 

Master Samwise is usually very aware of any discomfort I find myself in,
very attentive to my needs, especially when I’m in distress such as I was
that long hot afternoon. But by then he was deep in his cups with Masters
Pippin and Merry, and I was left to my own devises in the paddock
alongside the Green Dragon. 

A good hard scratch - that was what I needed. The paddock was surrounded
by a hedge which offered no relief at all – tasty enough but too soft and
yielding for my purposes. The water trough was a more solid alternative,
but far too low even for a small pony like myself, and I nearly ended up
sitting in the damned thing! 

Just when I was about to give up, I saw it. A large, twisted tree with
especially knobbly bark. Perfect! Though I was sure it hadn’t been there
just a moment before… But it was a hot day and perhaps the sun had got to
me more than I realised. 

I looked again at the tree and saw that there was one particular branch
that seemed ideal for my needs – exactly the right height, and it even
seemed to beckon to me! Desperate to relieve the itchy pain of the bite, I
backed up to the tree and rubbed my poor injured arse against the rugged
branch. 

Ooooh it was so good! I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. The strange
thing was that the tree seemed to creak and groan in a similar way. But as
I say, I had had a lot of sun that day. 

Quite how the branch came to slip inside me I don’t know. 

It wasn’t really near there – the bite was lower down on the side of my
buttock.  I was rubbing the spot quite happily, when suddenly the branch
seemed to move of its own accord and there it was, inside me! What a
shock!

I bucked and tried to rear in an attempt rid myself of the strange
intrusion, but the more I wriggled the further inside the branch managed
to work itself. Bizarrely, more branches - which I swear by Shadowfax’s
sacred fetlocks were not there before – held me tight by the rump and even
tangled in my tail, lifting it up out of the way. 

The tree moaned and I groaned, but then I realised that what was happening
to me was in fact oddly pleasurable. I began to relax and accept this new
experience. Rubbing and writhing, my breathing grew shallow and my heart
began to race. The bark was thick and deeply textured, scraping and
scratching my most intimate places, sending pulsing shivers of shocking
delight coursing through my body. I thought my hooves were going to curl,
it was so good! 

Suddenly the end of the branch crooked itself and stroked something deep
within me, releasing a crashing wave of overwhelming ecstasy such I had
never known before. All self-control was lost and I could only neigh long
and loud. To my eternal shame, I know I sounded like nothing more than a
common braying donkey. 

My cries were enough to alert Master Sam and his friends to my situation.
I’d never realised Sam could be agile enough to leap a hedge like that –
he would be a fine contender in the annual Michel Delving Steeplechase!
But the real chase, as I saw with amazement, was that of Masters Sam,
Pippin and Merry pursuing the tree! Yes, the tree itself was striding off
across the paddock, over the hedge and down the Bywater Road with three
angry hobbits in hot pursuit! 

So there I was, dazed and confused and alone after my strange yet
wonderful experience. At first I put it all down to some weird dream
caused by heatstroke and too many oats, but Master Sam was picking the
splinters out of me for a week afterwards, muttering things about ‘That
wretched Treebeard’ and ‘Just wait until I set my pruning sheers on him!’ 

There’s nothing more to tell, really, apart from the fact that once my
eyes – and other places - were opened to the joys of tree-love, I couldn’t
get enough of it. Of course I don’t let my master see what I get up to. I
just hope he doesn’t notice how very worn that low oak branch in the
corner of the meadow is getting these days…

THE END