Scootaloo Bangs a Potato

by Scootalonely

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sweetie Belle, Other, Romance, Scootaloo, Sex
Length: 3085

In the quiet and peaceful light of the moon, Scootaloo and a lovely little spud has a romantic, playful date in the grassy hills somewhere outside Ponyville.

In the quiet and peaceful light of the moon, Scootaloo and a lovely little spud has a romantic, playful date in the grassy hills somewhere outside Ponyville.

And then they bang.

EDIT: And now updated with an upcoming sequel(s)!

Published 2015-09-18 13:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-08 11:31:44 UTC

Scootaloo Bangs a Potato (Chapter 1)

Scootalonely tensed up, her body on full alert. She leaned forward onto her forehooves and wiggled her butt and tail slowly, like a cat about to attack it's prey. Her wings gave a couple of silent, impatient flaps as she licked her lips. And then, she pounced, her wings flapping furiously to give her leap a bit of extra length and she landed with her forehooves around the potato. The two tumbled and the little orange pegasus rolled over onto her back, the predatory pony having caught its prey and held it up before her face for inspection. She smiled to herself and started stroking the root fruit with a little chuckle.

The yam would have none of that though, and slipped out of her hoof and rolled through the grass. Giggling, the pony chased it some ways down the hill before she jumped. Her fluttering wings and the downwards slope gave her plenty of air and she landed in front of the potato. The yam showed its smug looking little lumps and bounced on a bump in the ground and shot towards the filly’s face.

Shocked, she barely had time to react before the hard root fruit hit her between her eyes. She fell backwards, clutching the potato to her chest. Her face ached, but she laughed uncontrollably as the pair rolled down the hill. The world spinning, the soft grass brushing against their bodies as they picked up speed and the fits of laughter and giggles echoing throughout the hills.
Soon the filly found herself panting in the grass, next to the potato. They had stopped rolling, and while she had just barely managed to stop giggling, she still couldn’t stop grinning as they looked up at the twinkling stars that were sprinkled across the dark blue sky. It was a beautiful night and the potato seemed to shine as it bathed in the strong moonlight.

The night went on and Scoots told the tater some stories about her adventures with her friends and she told it what had happened to her parents. The yam, in turn, opened up and told her its troubles… somehow. She never really figured out how exactly she could understand it, but it was something about the lumps. How they… were positioned, despite it not being able to move on its own. It told her of its past, of its broken love life and of betrayal.

Scoots sat silent, sombre in the moonlight, and quite possibly there was a tear glittering in her eye. The potato was glittering as well, but the orange filly couldn’t tell if it the emotional turmoil caused by the memories had made it shed tears or if it was simply dew. It didn’t matter, she realised as she stared at it. Its luscious lumps, its shapely shape and the soft shades of the night and after such a long and intimate evening, to her, it looked like a real spud as it lay there; beautiful and gracious and… she gulped… sexy.

She smiled as softly as the moonlight, concealing how nervous she was, as she reached forth a shivering hoof and let it trail along its side. Slowly, she scooted closer and leaned over, pressing her lips against its lumps. It seemed to shiver with her and its contact sent a tremble through her body, its cold surface against her warm lips making shudder for a moment and it made the heat in her body obvious.

She let out a hot breath over the spud as she released the kiss and she felt her lower body grow warmer. She rolled over fully, straddling over the potato and she stroked it again before kissing it. Deeper this time, her tongue rolling over its shapes and she could taste its rich, minerally flavour. Ever delicious to her watering mouth and she felt her loins growing hot, knowing that her mouth wasn’t the only thing watering now. She let out a whimpering little pant in expectation and she ran a hoof over her chest, her body sensitive to the touch, as she kissed the potato.

The spud took initiative, and forcelessly it rolled Scoots over onto her back, revealing her slit to the moonlight, making it glisten, and it provoked a short giggle from the filly. She pressed the potato against her chest and it sent a jolt through her body. It ran through her spine and out her limbs and her hooves tingled and she let out a short, high-pitched yelp. The eager spud slid down her body and she moaned as it slowly passed over her belly and she drew a short, strained breath as she felt it get closer to her burning nethers. She held her breath as she slowly moved it in between her thighs. It pressed against the edge of her mound and she whimpered slightly, another jolt shooting through her body and made her body tingle. She still held her breath as she moved the hard spud ever closer and she pressed it down against her clitoris and its hood.

The wave of tension that flooded through her body was overwhelming. She thrust her hips up towards the potato and let out a loud, shocked gasp with an audible moan. Its touch was coarse and she didn’t move it around yet, she merely pressed it against her sensitive nub and she felt how she trickled fluid down her thighs. She took a few quick, strained breaths before she lifted it from her clit, relieving the pressure from her clitoral legs.

She pressed the firm potato against her soaking lips, its rough surface soon covered in her sweet lubrication. She slid it without much friction up and down, putting her other hoof in her mouth she bit down on it as she let out a moan. She pressed it harder against her lips, slowly spreading them for the yam and she let out a whimpering moan onto her other hoof. She stopped and she panted heavily, feeling herself stretch around the potato. Keeping one hoof on the spud she pressed the other down over her clit and pressed the potato further into herself.

She let out another moan and slowly started to circle her hoof around her clit, generously lubricated with saliva and she slowly twisted the potato in her Scooter-cooter. She was getting closer and her hoof started moving faster around her clit and it felt like it was pulsating. Gently, she placed her hoof on top of her nub and let out a gasp at how sensitive it was. She couldn’t rub it, but she gently pressed down on it and she closed her eyes hard and whimpered at the pleasure and she pressed the potato into herself.

She spread her legs wide and arched her back as she thrust her hips up towards her hooves and the potato. Colours exploded before her eyes as she came, her hoof rubbing her overly sensitive clit and, as if in the distance, she could her herself scream.

Her body was trembling and sweating and she felt cold air wash over her slightly damp body as she returned to reality. Her body was still tense and arched up and the cold grass made her shiver as she laid back down and she cringed in sensitive pleasure as she pulled the potato out. She let out a chuckle between her panting as she looked at the spud showing off it’s proud lumps. She could do nothing but smile as she gave it a long kiss, tasting her own juices off of the potato and she hugged it tightly in the moonlight. “I love you.” she whispered, but the potato didn’t respond.

Author's Note

This was originally written as a standalone piece. Reading the other chapters is in no way necessary and don't feel quite as... inspired, in my own opinion. But if you need more vegetable based pony erotica, I guess I'm your guy! :D

Sweet, sweet vegeti-Belle (Chapter 2, Part 1)

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.

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

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.