I Am Perfectly Familiar With The Apple Bucking Process
The two danced the night away, and as always, it ending in an early night for Granny Smith. Trenderhoof, ever the gentleman, offered to escort her home and let Applejack and the rest of her family stay out much longer. As the walked back towards Sweet Apple Acres Trenderhoof continued to listen to Granny Smith’s stories. She had an endless supply of them after all.
“And that’s how Equestria was made…” she finished her latest story on the founding of their great nation. Though slightly less great since they’d gotten a black princess…
“Yes, it’s quite a country we live in.” he said as they neared her farmstead. “It’s been a lovely evening I spent with you.” she said has he took her hoof once more.
“Oh shucks. Weren’t nothing.” she said, giggy as a school filly. It had been years since anyone had treated her as anything else than an elderly old nag [dats the N word for ponies]. No one had treated her like a mare in years… well, unless you count family reunions. She leant in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. That was still the thing to do these days right?
He chuckled under his breath before saying “It’s been a wonderful evening. I’d hate to see it end so early. Would you mind if I cum inside?”
Granny Smith smiled and laughed quite the same as Trenderhoof did. “Hoohoo, you better watch your wording there mister. Somepony might think you’re trying ta come on ta l’il old me.”
“Well somepony may be right.” he replied as he wiggled his eyebrows seductively.
Granny was speechless for a few moment and just looked at him shocked. Eventually she recomposed herself “Now hold on just a minute there. You can’t really be wanted ta bed me now can yeah?” she said more out of self doubt than appall. “Ah-ah’m so old. And well… you’re young enough ta be my gran-son.”
“Annie Smith.” he said using her ACTUAL name, not her nickname that half the town called her. The other half not knowing her name at all. “If there’s one thing I’ve learnt in my travels, it’s that no matter how old somepony may be, they never want to be treated as anything less than the beautiful mare that they are.”
She blushed at his words “Well… ah think you mean beautiful mare I once were.” she said as she looked away from him.
“I don’t.” Trender told her as he lifted a hoof to her chin and turned her back to face him. He then leant in and gave her a gentle peck on the lips.
“Oh…” Granny Smith half-moaned. She was embarrassed, flattered, and felt younger than she had felt in over thirty years. She’d only ever been with two colts before, her foalhood sweetheart of 7 years and her husband long passed. It had been far too long. “Oh… what the hay. Come on in, and make yourself at home.” and she emphasized the point by slapping his arse has he walked past her.
Needless to say, Granny Smith was more than a little nervous. She’d been called a prude by today’s standards most her life and was proud of it. Now she was taking somepony who was practically a stranger to bed. He walked ahead of her and held the door open for her, playfully returning her slap as she entered her home. She chuckled naughtily at that.
Leading him up to her room, he didn’t once try to hurry her up the 2 minutes climb that was the stairs. Walking into her room, she now held the door open for him. Once inside she closed it behind he and slowly walked over to her bad. A modest queen size that would just fit the both of them. She climbed onto it and sat on the edge with her haunches crossed: clearly nervous.
“Ah, uh, ah ain’t done this in quite some time. Honestly don’t know if the darn thing will still work.” she said, looking away once more. “Ain’t too sure it’ll be any good for ya neither.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about.” Trenderhoof replied as he came up to the bed and place his forelegs onto it. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you. I just want to make you feel the way a beautiful mare like you deserves, and not the old nag you think you are.” and he places a hoof onto her haunch.
She smiled “Oh you… you’ve used that line before ain’t ya?” she laughed.
“Yes, yes I have. Nut I’ve meant it every time.” and he began to put a bit of pressure on her legs, urging her to spread them. She reluctantly did so as she lay down on her back on the bed. He climbed up fully onto the bed and lay on his stomach with her nose inches away from his lover’s apple. A very well ‘ripened’ apple, but what he was sure would be a delicious one all the same. “Are you ready?”
“Ah, uh… ah guess so…” she muttered. Honestly she wasn’t. And even if she thought she was, she wouldn't have been. Trenderhoof moved forward, gently licking her inner thighs. The left then the right, then back to the left but closer to his price. She may not use it, but she kept it clean and he began to smell her aroused scent form. Granny Smith was staying quiet but he could tell he was doing his job.
Soon enough he moved to her outer fold, licking along the sides of her rapidly moistening vagina. As he switched sides, his tongue barely dragged across her labia for a brief second, eliciting his first moan from Granny Smith. He was starting to get a slight taste of her and oddly, she tasted more like oranges… go figure.
Finally, to her relief, he found his way to her inner lips, his tongue instantly diving in deep now that he was sure she was wet enough. He put his whole mouth over her slit and his his tongue in as far as he could and flicking it against the roof of her tunnel, all the while mushing her clit with her upper lid. She’d moaned lightly before, now she was basically screaming.
She hadn’t felt anything like this in decades, it was practically a first time experiencing these feelings for her. Her head arched back and her mouth was agape as she screamed to the heavens “OH TRENDERHOOOOOOOOOOOFFF!!!!!~” and she wasn’t even orgasming yet. Her legs twitched and kicked with every lash of her tongue, deep within her.
He continued this for a few moments longer before withdrawing his tongue from her now dripping pussy, gently suckling on her clit for a second as he did so. He then gave a long slow lick right down the centre of her vagina before speeding up right at the end to flick her winking clit. She gasped at the last part after slowly breathing out during the first part. He then repeated the action in reverse, starting form her clit and slowly licking downwards. Then with his final flick, his tongue lightly touched her arse.
It got a response from her but he didn’t give her any time to react before he dove his tongue right into her arse hole. Before she was practically feeling oral sex for the first time, this she WAS feeling for the first time. The sensation was… much the same, but no less amazing. And to top it off, with his tongue deep inside her anus, his horn pressed up against her vagina and penetrated her slightly.
She was moaning and gasping with every twist of his tongue, giving her both new and old feelings she’d gone so long without. Again he withdrew his tongue from her and replaced it at her snatch. He knew she was close and made his final move to push her over the edge. His horn alit and a faint orange aura formed around her clit as he swirled his tongue around her insides.
She kicked and screamed at the top of her lungs but she still wasn’t quite there. He redoubled his efforts, sinking his tongue in as far as possible and attacking the roof of her pussy where he knew the G spot was. His lips were once again over her clit as well as the magical stimulation. He knew what was missing. He withdraw completely. “You’re beautiful.”
And he dove right back in. She screamed as her vagina clamped down on his tongue as her first orgasm in years, if not decades, hit her. What she had needed to go over the edge was to truly believe this was about making her feel good. And it was. He continued to pleasure her for a few moments until she stopped screaming.
He withdrew his tongue and looked up at her. She was panted heavily, her eyes shut and a smile plastered on her face. Trenderhoof moved slowly up the bed until he was lying beside her and put a hoof over her shoulder and snuggled in close to her as she slowly fell asleep from satisfaction and exhaustion.
He awoke the next morning and checked her pulse…
The end.
Author's Note
This was intended to go beyond oral but then I sobered up and said 'dafuq did I just write?'.
Don't hold your breath [though she should] but I may make chapter 2 where Granny Smith takes out her teeth and...
And possibly a third chapter where applejack walks in on them. Though that would likely be comedy, not clop.
Also This.
