Dirty Work

by Regidar

Rating: mature
Tags: Dinky Hooves, Carrot Top, Sex, Random, Derpy Hooves, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1648

Carrot Top has an odd fetish.

Carrot Top goes to tend to her carrots in a loving manner.

Published 2013-10-03 09:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-03 09:10:02 UTC

I've Got a Confession to Make

“Alright, Dinky,” Carrot top said to her daughter, kissing her on the forehead. “Have a good time at school!”

“Alright, mommy!” the small unicorn filly said enthusiastically. Her expression changed slightly, to one of uncomfortability, and she said quietly “Um... can I talk to you about something first?”

“You can talk to your mother about anything,” Carrot Top said seriously. “And I mean anything.”

“Well...” The little pony looked down at her hooves. “Ms. Derpy’s been doing that weird thing that she does again, where she acts like I’m her daughter...”

Carrot Top nodded her head understandingly. “Sweetie, you have to understand. Ms. Derpy lost her first foal when giving birth to it, and her second was taken from her when it was very young. She helped raise you, and well... she’s been through a lot, and I think she sees you as her foal, truly. However, despite all this, you must remember what I constantly tell you about Ms. Derpy.”

“Never let that retard get too close to me?” Dinky said, hoping that this was the correct saying.

“That’s right!” Carrot Top said with a grin, patting her foal on the head. “Now, go off and have fun at school!”

Dinky trotted away, whistling a happy toon. Carrot Top sighed, watching her pride and joy trot away from her. As the sound of her little hooves faded off into the distance, the mare decided to get busy with her own work.

Leaving the house through the front door, she turned a sharp left and made off to the side of her house, where her other pride and joys lay in the dirt; her massive carrot garden. Their healthy green stalks shot out of the ground, raising up to the sky like tiny, creepy, plantish fingers.

“How are my babies doing?” Carrot Top asked, smiling over her crop. The carrots, thankfully, did not answer. sometimes they did, and if you have never heard a carrot speak, consider yourself lucky. That shit is fucking terrifying.

Carrot Top bent down, to where a fully grown carrot was poking up out of the dirt. “Hello there, my sweet child,” she said in a sultry voice. “Your mother is back...”

She gently unearthed the vegetable, and caressed it softly. The carrot stayed silent (thank god), and Carrot Top slowly brought her lips to the dirt-caked orange surface. Gently kissing her child of the dirt, she slowly moved down towards the tip of the carrot, where fibrous roots still lingered.

“Oh, you’re going to make mommy such a mappy mare...” she said, pushing the carrot into her face-hole. She didn’t bite down on it and eat it— that would be abomination! No, instead, she took the girth of the sizable carrot into her mouth, savoring the dirt upon it. Moaning in ecstasy, this was a morning ritual she took great pleasure in for certain.

The tip of the carrot tickled the back of her throat, and her eyelids fluttered. She could feel the warmth of arousal stirring inside her, something that she was soon to have satiated. However, she must wait, for the best was yet to come. Rewards for those who were patient, after all.

Taking the carrot so far into herself that only the green leafy stalk was visible poking from her mouth, she was nearly climaxing from the intense feeling that having her throat-muscles wrap around the carrot was giving her. Popping it out quickly, she gazed down at the now clean, if saliva coated, carrot.

“Oh, you’re such a naughty carrot,” she said with a giggle. “Such a good little child for your mother.” With loving care that only a parent can bestow, she buried the carrot back in the earth.

“I suppose I should join my children,” she mused, glancing over towards the shovel that lay propped up against the side of her humble home. Trotting over to it, she took it into her back, and returned to the patch. However, instead of going back to where she had unearthed the carrot she had felated, she instead moved over towards a place in the carrot patch that was devoid of plant life in a five foot circle.

This is where she began to dig. She stood up on her hind hooves, and places each of her front hooves into the shovel in a way so that she could dig. This was the hardest part, but also the most rewarding; it felt so good to be with her children after working up such a terrible seat from digging a pony-sized hole in the earth.

Once she was done heaving the earth from the ground, she wiped her brow. Staring down the the hole, the rich, cool dirt invited her to sink into the bowels of the ground. Who was she to deny it?

She scrambled in, sighing in contentment as she felt the moist soil on her hooves. She wrapped her front legs around the large pile of dirt that once occupied the space she was now sitting in, and dragged the dirt into the hole around her. She buried herself, all the way up to her neck, relishing in the supreme feeling that it was to be such a closeness to carrot-kind.

Her arousal that had been sparked earlier had not gone away; it simply didn’t work that that. It had stayed there, gnawing at her, begging to be attended to. And so, buried all the way up to her neck in loose dirt, surrounded by her carrot-kids, Carrot Top let herself become one with the eroticness of the orange vegetable.

She bit her lip as she felt her odd kink be attended to. Each time she did this, it felt like the very first time; she was the eternal virgin of carrot cosplay. Her limbs, trapped under the fresh earth, feeling as though they were the fibers of carrot root. Her body, solid in that deepness of the soil, almost as though her body were a carrot body. Her head, breathing in the musk of the dirt, and bathing in the sunshine, just like a carrot stalk.

Her vagina as moistened just by the thought; she was feeling as through a thousand carrots were poised, waiting at the entrance of her begging body, willing to explore her depths and fill her with their beauteousness. She wiggles sluggishly in the dirt, and she could feel the sensation as intense as though they had actually went in. She imagined as they pressed past her folds, filling the place where that Dinky foal and once wiggled out from.

It only seemed fitting, her current place of occupation. she was, after all, a filthy earth pony; it is only natural that she wallow in the dirt, getting off from the vivid imagery of being violated by her carotene children.

Every time she delved into the earth, to feel the intense, unknown pleasures of the imagined carrots against her nether-bits, dividing her joy into equal longing and euphoria, she lost track of the time. It seemed as though she floated down an endless river of carrots plunging in and out of her, both fast and slow, many and perhaps even all at the same time, in both of her lower orifices... she could spend hours there, and not even realize it. The only thing that could snap her out of the orgasmic daze was, well, an orgasm.

And orgasm she did. She could feel it building, her arousal mounting to the point of no return. With a final last mental image of a double-bodied carrot penetrating both of her holes at once, she came with the intensity of a firehose. Her body, through all the strange gyrations and quivers in the earth, had loosed it a bit more than it already was, so she was able to break the soil with one hoof as she attempted to fling her arms back in pleasure. Her vagina shot out pussy juice close to the speed of sound, and it erupted from the earth in a jet of glorious pussy-mud.

There was splat as the mud landed, and Carrot Top opened her eyes, panting in afterglow. Opening her eyes slowly, she gasped a small, horrified gasp as she saw where the vaginal landslide had ended up.

Dinky stood there, having just come home from school in horrified silence, staring at her mother, her face splattered with the nasty slag.

“Mom?” she muttered in a mix of shock and complete disbelief.

“Dinky, I’m so sorry!” her mother cried. “I didn’t mean for you to find out this way!”

Dinky’s eyes were unblinking. Carrot Top braced herself for the worse.

“How...” the earth pony mare began, losing her voice for a moment. “How much did you hear?”
Dinky simply stared at her mother for a long moment, before opening her mouth and whispering “I thought you loved me...”

“Oh, sweetie, I do!” Carrot Top reassured her. “Just not as much as the carrots!”

Dinky let a single teardrop fall from her eyes, right before she sucumbed to the massive attack of reality that bore down upon her. The weight of such truths was simply too much for her, and Dinky delated, air escaping from her various orifices, and lay on the ground, simply a sheet of skin.

Carrot Top lept from the earth, bits of soil falling from her as she ran to her deflated daughter’s side. Tears flowed freely from her face, and her cries of anguish could be heard all throughout Equestria.

“And that’s the story of your birth, death, and rebirth as the god Shiva!” Derpy finished, putting down the storybook she had written herself for Dinky’s amusement. “So, what did you think?”

Dinky gave Derpy a look. “Carrot Top was right, you are a retard.”

“I know, sweetie,” Derpy said with a sagely smile. “I know.”