Sweet, sweet vegeti-Belle (Chapter 2, Part 2)

Sweetie did not feel well rested or refreshed. This annoyed her, since she had spent some ten hours in bed. Of course, she had been awake for more than that, but her body felt sore, her entire groin and most of her hind legs felt sticky, her hair disheveled and her entire room reeked of sex. She groaned as she got out of bed, vague images of the wanton dreams that had disturbed her slumber flashed through her mind. Reminders of how Scootaloo had fucked that potato. No. She’d made love to it. An act of passion, intimacy and pleasure. Sweetie shuddered and slunk down the stair into the kitchen. She bent down, prying into the pantry, feeling strands of her tail sticking to the dried secretions on her hindquarters and inner thighs. She decided on a shower, as soon as she’d grabbed something to eat. The pantry, however, was mostly empty. No bread, no cereal or anything. She could make waffles, but she was barred from using anything heat producing when alone.

And there it was. A natural creation of near flawless symmetry, of commendable size and tapering off in an almost inviting, rounded tip. She let out a gasp, making the leaves at it’s top jiggle with excitement, somehow. A grin on her face, she grabbed the carrot and ran off to the bathroom, the levitated taproot following close behind her. Shower breakfast was a luxury she could afford herself, right? Her lips pressed against cold metal, twisting the handle and just moment later she was, quite literally, showered in warm water. She groaned, the warm water making her sore body tingle and she relished in feeling the sticky tangles in her coat and tail dissolving in the warm wetness. With a satisfied sigh she pressed the conical root to her mouth, wrapping her moist lips around it and let it enter her mouth. Her teeth touched against its firmness and she… She didn’t bite down. A moment of doubt, and as she slowly pulled it out she let her lips jiggle over the slight ridges across its length. With a sharp intake of air it left her body. Slowly her eyes opened, admiring the orange root fruit. The trickles of fluid running down it, the misty moisture dancing in the air around it and, suddenly, there was a different hunger she needed to sate.

She stared at it for several moments, somehow feeling like it was staring back. The leaves at its top moved to and fro, perhaps inviting in the same way that her own tail was flicking from side to side. Her tail was rising, despite the heavy dampness from the shower, and she knew what that delicious root wanted. She held her breath. It wanted to be buried. It drew closer to her, a greenish, sparkling glow all around it, and she couldn’t help but slowly draw closer to it. Her head tilted, eyes closed and she let out a long, fluttering breath onto it before it touched her lips and then… they kissed.

Passionately she wrapped her hooves around it, pressing it against it. She wanted to be closer and, yet again, it entered into her, pressing past her wet lips, but this was completely different. Her tongue danced across, exploring its ridges and in turn it tickled her neck with its gentle leaves, moving softly across her tingling skin. Whether it was her own force, or that of the magnificent root, didn’t matter. It pushed her against the wall in their lustful embrace. She couldn’t help it. It took charge and her legs were trembling. Weakly she slumped onto her haunches, her tail fanning over the wet floor and her legs to either side. With a loud gasp, followed by unsteady breathing, she released the kiss.

Seemingly the plant glanced down at her body, following the streams of water from above. Over her shivering lips, down her neck, past her heaving chest, around and between the subtle curves of her teats, possibly a pause at her stiff nipples and then between her spread legs. She whimpered, but the vegetable was undeterred, seemingly pointing at the exposed, swollen wetness of her quivering desire. Slowly it descended upon her, her body tensing as it drew ever closer. She pressed against the wall, convulsing as the tiles pushed against the base of her tail, sending a jolt of excitement through her body. A wave of need washing over her, but also a clear promise from the depths of her body. A promise of pleasure and release.

Her hooves trembled as she held the carrot in front of her pleading entrance, and the root twitching as it inched closer. It graced against her lower lips, quivering, and she squirmed as its tip pushed in, parting wet skin from wet skin in a timeless instant of expectation and desire. She let out a squeak as it grew deeper, opening her up, yet making her feel fuller. Her sex shook around the phallic vegetable as it took root inside of. Her body convulsed as it pressed against her insides and with a gasp, it was done.

Panting, she looked down. An orange bulb just barely protruding from herself, green strands and leaves mingling with the locks of her tail. Her body heaved, her partner pulsating inside of her. Slowly, but with little resistance, she started pulling it out and then in. Her sensitive lips pulled and wriggled over its uneven skin in a blur of pleasure and with every push it reached to the root of her craving. With every pull, waves of quivering and an instant of emptiness. Of loneliness and longing for its company. She heard an echo of her own voice screaming out as the pleasure washed over her, surging through every fibre of her body and she felt more satisfied, more complete, than she ever had on her own.

Then, the veil was lifted from the world. The sound of her panting breath, the running of water and the wet slurp as the carrot left her body. She grabbed it in an embrace, hugging and nuzzling it, her lust replaced with… an affectionate emotion that she couldn’t quite put her hoof to. It smelled sweet and musky, petting her chest with its leaves and a comforting presence against her chest.

She felt refreshed. Born anew, in a different and better world and with her supportive plant friend hovering by her side, embraced by the glow of her magic. She quickly washed up, deciding on a breakfast at Sugarcube Corner and, as if the most natural thing, slipped the carrot into her bag and left her home. Rejuvenated, emboldened and with an unquestionable friendship at her side.

Author's Note

"Her hooves trembled as she held the carrot in front of her pleading entrance, and the root twitching as it inched closer. It graced against her lower lips, quivering ,and she squirmed as its tip patiently pushed into her pussy, ponderously penetrating her portal and parting the pleading portières of her perforation."

I decided that was a bit too much.