It had taken her a while to just digest it all. At first, it had put her in shock, followed by disgust. But as the days passed Sweetie had had an easier time accept Scootaloo’s “coming out”, and then gotten more and more curious. Some of the confusion was still there, but who could blame her? Sure, Scootaloo had always been a bit… off, but to be in a committed relationship with a fucking potato? That was just straight up crazy! Right?
She wasn’t sure anymore and her curiosity had eventually turned into something else. Something more… compelling. She’d seen her friend play with that tater, and while confused Sweetie had still managed to see the bond her friend had to that lumpy spud. It had taken some effort, but she had decided early on to try her best to support and understand one of her best friends. And then, one evening, she caught them in the act.

She had been out with Apple Bloom, but afterwards Sweetie had decided to swing by Scoots’ place and say hi. Getting closer to that thing Scootaloo called a “house” Sweetie heard a giggle. Not a normal giggle, but it was somehow draped in not only enjoyment, but sultry pleasure. Tentative, she approached, the air thick and musky as she drew closer, and finally peeked inside. Her jaw fell slowly and she stared at the scene before her. There, mere steps away, Scoots lay on her back, legs wide apart. Her eyes were closed and her teeth digging into her lower lip as her ears twitched. The only thing obscuring that orange and pink marehood, drooling thick fluids onto the floor, was a single root fruit. A tender and firm spud, gently stroking over wet, quivering lips before pressing against Scootaloo’s sensitive clit. The orange filly moaned, her hooves twitching as she pleasured herself with that yam. Sweetie was spellbound. Somehow unable to move or think, yet acutely aware of her body. How her tail slowly rose, how her breath grew quicker, how her legs quivered and especially how that drop of moisture rolled down the lips of her, now eager, cunt and how the cold air from her flicking tail made her warm body quiver.

She didn’t know how long she stood there, watching in awe and paralysing arousal as Scoots jerked herself off with a fucking potato, right in front of Sweetie. But at some point she couldn’t stand it any more. She turned around and ran, as fast as her hooves could carry her, not caring if she was heard or seen. She just needed to get home, get in her room, crawl under her covers and… relieve herself of her uncontrollable need. She was panting, feeling a quiver in her loins with every step and felt how her juices dribbling down her hindlegs.

Soon she was under her covers, her hooves furiously sloshing against her dripping wet pussy. She’d already come once, almost as soon as she started touching her aching nethers, and she came twice more before drifting off to an uneasy, dream filled slumber… but she had not felt satisfied. She needed something more for that. Something… tangible. Something real. Something new, fresh and possibly edible.

Author's Note

To be continued, obviously.