Today would be a good day for Rizzrack, the Timbersaw. His arch enemies, the trees, would finally learn their lesson. He had a plan. A good one, too! He would rid the world of those treacherous, backstabbing, wooden LUNATICS once and for all.

Rizzrack approached the edge of the Radiant forest, ontop of his large shredder. He reached down into his pockets, and pulled out a little vial. Cackling maniacally, the goblin hurled the vial at a nearby tree as hard as he could. The vial smashed against the tree trunk, bursting open, the foul, viscuous, black fluid inside splattering all over the tree. Slowly, the liquid dribbled down to the base of the tree, eventually seeping into the ground.

The ground underneath the tree turned dark. The leaves of the tree turned black, as the dark spot started to grow. Not five minutes later, a large patch of the forest-soil had turned black, the edges of the tainted area a grim grey. The trees inside the area were withering. Dying.

This wasn't the only effect the potion had, however. If Rizzrack wanted to kill trees, he could have easily done that himself. The true purpose of this potion was to prevent the rebirthing of the trees. Usually, whenever Timbersaw so much as turned his back, the damn forest would heal itself! The trees would regrow, more verdant than ever. Not this time.

"Worth every penny!" Rizzrack cheered, piloting his shredder closer to the trees. With one fierce swoop of its mechanical chainsaw, a large amount of the withering trees before Timbersaw fell. He started a rampage throughout the dying forest, cutting down every tree in sight.

Completely unexpected, a strong, coarse hand suddenly took hold of Timbersaw's neck from behind. The surprised Rizzrack panicked, flailing his legs wildly as he instinctively moved his hands to his throat, attempting to pry the aggressor off of him, to no avail. He was slowly lifted out of his shredder, by his neck, all the while kicking and screaming, attempting to break free of the iron grip his sudden foe had on him. As he dangled in mid air, he slowly became aware of something.

The hand. The one around his neck. It was made. Out of. WOOD. The goblin completely freaked out. He started screaming for help as loud as he could. Nobody was around to save him. After suspending him in the air for what seemed like ages, the creature finally slammed him down onto the flat surface of the base of a chopped down tree, stomach first.

Rizzrack could feel something grasping both his ankles simultaneously. It felt like a pair of snakes slithering over his legs, emanating from the ground, restraining him. Looking up, he saw two vines, tentacles if you will, crawling towards him in a similar fashion. Attempting to hit them with his hands only lead to them firmly wrapping themselves around his wrists, forcing them down against the tree stump as they slithered closer towards his face.

As they reached both his elbows and his knees, respectively, the vines stopped. The hand finally let go of his neck. He struggled fiercely against his restraints, trying to get at least one of his limbs loose. It was no use. The vines were far too thick, and their hold on him was far too strong. He was helpless, bent over a tree trunk, with god knows what wooden monstrosity behind him.

"You have defiled my forest." a deep voice spoke. "Almost to the point where it can no longer be purified."
Rizzrack felt the same wooden hand that held his neck earlier, this time on his back. Thick wooden fingers slid under the waistband, before his pants were pulled down at an incredibly slow rate.
"As you have corrupted the forest, it is only natural that you will aid in its recovery."

He knew this voice! It was Treant! Altough the two were by no means friends, surely someone as calm and compassionate as Treant could be reasoned with, right? Timbersaw quickly spat out a couple of fearful apologies, begging for the living tree to let him go. Treant remained silent. Using both his hands, Rooftrellen pulled apart the little creature's buttcheeks, spreading his virgin pucker nice and wide.

Rizzrack squealed as he felt a rather warm, viscuous fluid being spread across his behind. Treant had grown a special branch just for this occasion. It proudly jutted out from his groin. It was very wide at the base, growing increasingly thin towards the tip. At the end of the branch was a small hole, with a steady stream of Rooftrellen's own lifegiving syrup leaking from it. He rubbed the branch up and down Timbersaw's rear, wanting to lube the goblin up at least a little. He didn't want to hurt the little fellow, but he couldn't just let destruction of his forest at this scale go unpunished.

Finally, Treant lined his tree-cock up with Rizzrack's syrup-covered hole. Slowly, he pressed forward, easing the small tip of his member past the goblin's tensed up hole. Rizzrack screamed in pain, struggling in vain against his restraints once more. Rooftrellen just kept on slowly applying increasing amounts of force, gradually sliding more and more of his cock into the unwilling goblin.

Finally, Rooftrellen stopped, keeping himself firmly lodged inside of Rizzrack for a few moments before starting to pull back, at the same slow pace. He formed an agonizingly slow rhytm, fucking the goblin at his own pace, his syrup still oozing out of his member, the liquid slowly starting to pool up inside of Rizzrack.

The slow fuck went on for hours. Now and then Rizzrack would burst into tears, hurl a few profanities at Treant, or frantically shout out for help. As the sun was slowly starting to set, he had completely given up. He rest his head against the tree stump, quietly sobbing away as he starting to feel more full with every passing minute. A large amount of syrup had built up inside of him, aching to get out, but blocked by Rooftrellen's sizeable member.

Finally, Treant gave a slightly faster thrust, lodging just a little more of his cock up the goblin's ass, stretching it a tiny bit more, elliciting a hoarse groan from Rizzrack. The steady flow of syrup suddenly became erratic, several drawn out squirts adding to the stuff already inside. Timbersaw felt as if he was going to burst. His stomach was slightly distended from the sheer amount of fluids inside of him.

Slow as ever, Treant pulled his member out of the small creature. As the tip finally slid out, the huge amount of syrup started to slowly droop out. As the first drops hit the ground, an amazing thing happened. The blackness slowly faded, and it seemed as though the land itself was recovering slightly.

"That will do for this tree." Rooftrellen spoke. "When my sap finishes leaking from you, we will move on to the next."