The plush couldn't believe what happened. Frysco, currently stuck as an inanimate sexual plush toy, was going through an initiation. He wished he could remember what it was for, but the constant pleasure and arousal made it too hard to keep his thoughts straight. He could occasionally think of a few other things, but his need to cum was strong. He briefly remembered he was a gryphon, and the club gave him the most intense pleasurable sensations ever, but that was all he could remember in his plush form. He blamed his stuffing for brains, literally.
 
Robin, a hooved cheetah anthro, dragged Frysco out of the room. They dragged Frysco by his arm. "I am going to be overly impressed if someone, or something, manages to damage you in this next form I'm going to give you. You are going to be nowhere near any customer. In fact, you're not even going to become a sex toy at all." They explained.
"However, we are going to go somewhere different. Feel free to enjoy the scenery, but don't get used to it. Your new form is unlikely to see anything."
 
Frysco was curious as to what form Robin was going to give him next. He felt his body drag on the ground like the plush he was. He couldn't move or shift around, but he could still see, hear, and feel. The cold hard ground underneath his soft warm body brushed against him, and he heard many noises of sex beyond the doors Robin dragged him past.
 
Robin dragged Frysco up a set of concrete stairs, but not the stairs that one might use to leave the club. These sets of stairs were different, and much shorter. Robin drug Frysco to a small grove on the other side of the small building.
 
Frysco never remembered seeing the grove before. It looked like something out of a fairy tale. He saw the back of the building, and various trees. The trees lacked faces, but they gave off an eerie feeling that he just couldn't shake from his body, not that he could shake from his inanimate form anyways.
 
"So, we're going to turn you into a tree this time." Robin explained. "I'm going to be blunt because fuck if it matters, you're a plush. Not like you can run away or say no to the idea." Robin tossed Frysco down onto the grassy soft ground. They dug two tiny holes just big enough to stick Frysco's feet into, which Robin then promptly did. "It's not very sexual I suppose." Robin pulled out a vibrator and stuffed it into Frysco's plush ass. They then turned on the vibrator and smiled. "Perfect! Okay, now to turn you into a tree."
 
Frysco would have moaned if he could have. He could only sit and watch as Robin moved him about and then stuffed that vibrator up his ass. He couldn't even wonder what kind of kinky things he'd go through at this point. He was becoming a literal tree, but with a vibrator in his ass too. Maybe the other trees had something stuffed in them before they transformed.
 
Frysco's feet burst into roots as they buried themselves into the dirt. It was a strange sensation to feel his feet split into so many roots and feel them. He couldn't count how many roots his feet split into, nor could he move them if he tried. His legs above the dirt fused together and he quickly developed vertigo as he grew twice in height.
 
Robin casually glanced around before they looked back at Frysco. "Becoming a tree...it's so boring, don't you think?" They chuckled. "Well, you shouldn't get damaged here, hopefully." They rolled their eyes. "You really are special to get damaged so much, you know that?" Robin's claws stroked Frysco's changing plush exterior.
 
Frysco couldn't respond. Any ability he had to hear, or even see her faded as hard wood grew over his body. He could no longer see, hear, or even taste for that matter. He could however feel, and his body continue to transform until it was that of a maple tree. He felt his arms reach up to the sky as they grew and multiplied into several branches, none of which he could move, but several of which he could feel leaves grow. He couldn't feel the leaves, but he could feel the branches which had the leaves on them. He swore he could hear Robin say something, but it didn't matter.
 
Darkness surrounded Frysco. The only sensations he felt was a stroke of Robin on his new body, and the vibrator somewhere in his newly transformed tree body. He was stuck, and he just hoped those five days would come and go soon enough. How bad could it be to be a tree? Surely, nothing sexual would happen, though he very much craved it. The vibrator 'somewhere' in his body wasn't helping sate his urges, but just intensifying them.
 
Time passed for Frysco silently. Unable to keep track of the days in any real form, he couldn't tell when it was day or night besides going based on the temperature around him, but the air around him had a strange feel unlike any other, but he couldn't ask about it. Transformed into a tree was, undoubtedly, one of the stranger forms Robin gave him. He still felt sexual pleasure, and he so desperately needed relief, but he also was more at peace with nature as a tree. He just wished he could see what he looked like. He imagined dryads giving people a 'human' face to their trees, and he wondered if he had a bird shape somewhere.
 
There came a point when Frysco stood there was a tree that he felt someone trimming his branches. It was a strange sensation, as if he were at a spa day and someone trimmed his fingernails. However, they were cutting some of his many branches off. The sensation of some of the cuts from the saw was bizarre, but it was a soothing feeling that was only slightly more intense than that of the vibrator in his ass. He wondered what it would be like to feel against his trunk, but he also knew that would greatly damage him, and possibly even worse.
He recalled there was a rather horrible movie about a person turning into a tree, whom they cut down. He didn't know if he'd be alive if anyone did cut him down, but he didn't want to get to a point when he found out. The vibrator in his ass shook slightly harder, as if to take him out of such strange thoughts. He was in pleasure; the pleasure was just a high that felt normal as time went by.
 
Time continued to pass. Frysco felt animals up against him and animals on his branches. There was also an occasional hand, but he couldn't tell what was going on. He thought that surely, five days passed by now, yet no sign of anyone coming to revert him.
 
How long has it been now? Frysco still couldn't tell. He felt the air growing colder around him. Surely, five days have passed now. Has Robin forgotten about him? There was something very clearly wrong, something that Robin didn't explain, or something that she forgot to do with him. He was still very much aroused thanks to the vibrator in his 'ass', at least he assumed it was his ass inside of him, but he was also afraid. He was afraid of being stuck in this form forever. He wondered what if Robin never came back. He'd be stuck as a tree with a vibrator in his ass forever.
 
Frysco felt his body grow cold. He could feel his leaves shrivel and fall from his body, though the process was not painful. In fact, the process of shedding leaves made him feel warmer, but he wasn't sure why that was. His body was a tree, and he was horrible at studying trees. He felt something inside of him that wasn't lumber either or was it the vibrator. He wanted to kick himself for not studying trees more. Still, it shouldn't have mattered. Unquestionably, more than five days passed. There was something very wrong, and Frysco knew it.
 
Winter came and went, and Frysco was still. He wondered about his old life, not that it mattered much. He had to change many things from his old life on occasion considering how long his lifespan was. He wondered if his lifespan was going to be the same as a tree, or if it changed to a maple tree's span. He didn't even know how long the maple tree's life even was. He had more time to think in this form than he did in any other. It would almost be peaceful if it weren't for a growing pressure inside of him, and the vibrator in what was once his ass, which still pleasured him and distracted his thoughts.
 
More time continued to pass. Frysco was convinced that Robin wasn't coming back for him anytime soon. He was stuck as a tree, likely forever. He wished that he had his sensations back. He could still feel, and while he felt many things on him, which brought a combination of pain and pleasure, it was often hard to tell what some of those things were, unless he focused solely on them. It was difficult to tell what was going on in the winter. During the seasons it was not cold however, insects crawled up him, and animals jumped on his branches. He could tell the animals set up homes on him, but they were gone during the winter. He was a tree, and as far as he knew, he was alone.
 
The months grew colder before they grew warmer. Frysco still felt something inside of him that wasn't lumber, and the strange feeling turned into a growing pressure as the weather turned warmer. The pleasure and the lack of knowledge of trees made it impossible for him to figure out 'what' that pressure was, but he had to relieve it somehow. It felt like a growing orgasm, as well as an urge to pee, at the same time.
 
After some more time, time that Frysco couldn't describe how long it had truly been, he suddenly felt a penetration in his body. The feeling was almost as if someone penetrated his own testicles, though it didn't hurt nearly as badly. Frysco could only wonder what was going on. The only kind of creatures that could penetrate a tree so thoroughly weren't animals, but anthros, or humans.
 
Frysco felt strange things happening within the holes that the creatures dug into him, but the sensations were both good, and bad. While it felt as if his testicles were penetrated, it now felt like someone was milking his cock, and from two places at the same time. It was a relief that felt as if it took months to relieve. Finally, someone was getting rid of all that pressure built up in his system. He felt himself draining from the inside, unaware what exactly the creatures were taking from him, but he didn't want them to stop until they emptied him out.
 
The process of 'milking' Frysco took a long time. It felt as if Frysco were cumming and peeing, but at an awfully slow rate that was both painful, and pleasurable at the same time. He could feel himself drying up on the inside, and he wished he knew what they were doing. 'I'm...I'm a maple tree, aren't I? Doesn't...ahn...doesn't maple from me?' He wondered. It would make sense, but he didn't know the process. 'F-fuck...what I wouldn't give for Robin to turn me back after this.' He added as another thought. The vibrator continued pleasuring him from the inside, as the creatures from the outside drained him of whatever sap he was willing to provide.
 
It felt like ages before the milking stopped. The creatures, rather than just seal his holes, Frysco felt the creatures remove the tools from his body, and then it was back to loneliness. He wondered if this was how trees really felt year around. It had been about that long; at least it felt like it had been about that long to him. He continued to feel the dildo inside of him vibrate, and while it was still very pleasurable to feel that vibrating dildo in his ass, a thought crossed his mind.
'How long are those fucking batteries supposed to last?'
 
As time went on, Frysco felt someone trimming his branches. He felt a multitude of branches above and around him, just as he felt his roots eat at the soil underneath him. All the sensations were strange, too strange to put in a way that he could accurately describe them well. It just felt like a spa day when he felt his branches trimmed. It was a little painful here and there, but there were minor aches and pains that went away when the branch cut off him. He wondered how many leaves he had, and how many branches he truly had. He felt like an octopus with hundreds of tentacles. Sure, he could 'feel' all of them, but that didn't mean he could count how many there were, especially when the branches were divided into other smaller branches.
 
Just as Frysco felt relaxed, he suddenly felt a large part of his branch cut off. He wasn't sure if that were 'supposed' to happen, but at the same time, he knew there was nothing he could do about it. It felt painful, but the pain was short lived.
 
Frysco felt as if he was left alone after that, but it wasn't for exceedingly long. He soon felt something stroke his trunk in a sensual manner. He felt something penetrate his mind for the first time in what felt like ages. It was a voice, Robin's voice.
 
'Oh dear. Even as a tree, somebody damaged your form. I understand you must be very confused. You see, time moves differently in the grove I placed you in. One year here is about a week of Earth time. Still, it's quite unfortunate. We're going to have to transform you into something else for another five days.'
 
Frysco wondered how Robin could communicate with him, but it didn't matter. It made sense, but it was hard for him to process. It felt like ages since he heard a voice. It took him a moment to realize it was even Robin in the first place. He wanted to think back to her, but he wasn't sure how he could do it. He could think, he had just been a tree for so long that communication with others felt challenging.
 
'Now, don't worry. As strange as it may sound, I had a feeling that you would be damaged, as unlikely as it should be here. I have one more form for you in mind. If someone damages you in this form, I will be tremendously impressed, and terribly upset at how people treat you. I'd ask if you're ready, but I can't imagine many people asking trees that, so...let's just begin.'
