Mashin' Apples

It was a perfect spring morning at Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack rose first, followed by Granny Smith, Big Mac, and Apple Bloom. "Rise and shine, little filly!" Granny Smith hooted at a tired Apple Bloom, still clutching her blankets around her head to block out the piercing rays of sunshine. The Apple family had lots of work to do today, but little did they know that they would neglect their chores in favor of wet, sticky pleasures. It was a few hours after breakfast and Applejack was out bucking, Big Mac was hauling carts to and from the barn, and Apple Bloom was loading and unloading the carts in the barn. Granny Smith sat knitting in her old rocking chair, keeping the youngest pony company during her chores. "This time next year, you'll be old enough to buck out in the fields with your sister!"

"I can't wait!" Apple Bloom squeaked. "But who'll take the apples out of the carts?"

"Your granny is stronger than you might think, young'un! Come 'ere and feel my muscles."

The goldenrod filly obeyed.

"My, granny! Your front arms are mighty thick."

"...not as thick as your brother..." Granny Smith muttered coyly.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nevermind! Say, your soft hooves gave my dry, tired skin some comfort. Come rub Granny's joints!"

Apple Bloom obeyed. The elder pony's cracked, bile-colored skin rippled over her bones like the silk blankets did over the young one's body that morning. Granny Smith let out a sigh that contained years of tension. Apple Bloom wouldn't readily admit it, but there was something alluring about giving this kind of pleasure and relief to a more experienced family member. Granny Smiths sighs deepened and became louder, turning into gravelly, wavering moans. As Apple Bloom's hooves massaged her rear haunches, she grabbed them and slid them down to her horse vagina, which was already sopping wet.

"Granny!! Oh my!" But the young one did not move her hooves. She was confused by the warm feeling inside of her, but allowed it to guide her and therefore did not pull away from this encounter. Without much effort, her little arm slid elbow deep into Granny Smith's vagina. She let out a cry that startled the birds off the barn rafters. Apple Bloom took charge and began pumping her limb furiously. "Granny, your bum sounds like we're mashin' apples!" All Granny Smith could manage was another yelp. A wet spot of hay grew underneath the pair. With her other hoof, Apple Bloom rubbed her grandmother's juices all over her belly and nipples. Granny Smith immediately showed appreciation for the lubrication of her dry, cracked skin. The little filly was surprised to feel pressure from within, so she withdrew her extremity and saw a bucket-full of translucent water splash out. Granny Smith violently shuddered and collapsed onto the soggy hay. Apple Bloom was shaking and buzzing with shame and arousal as she watched her elder pony squirm on the ground.

A ripple in space time occurs. It was a perfect spring morning at Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack rose first, followed by Granny Smith, Big Mac, and Apple Bloom. "Rise and shine, little filly!" Granny Smith hooted at a tired Apple Bloom, still clutching her blankets around her head to block out the piercing rays of sunshine. The Apple family had lots of work to do today, but little did they know that they would neglect their chores in favor of wet, sticky pleasures. It was a few hours after breakfast and Applejack was out bucking, Big Mac was hauling carts to and from the barn, and Apple Bloom was loading and unloading the carts in the barn. Granny Smith sat knitting in her old rocking chair, keeping the youngest pony company during her chores. "This time next year, you'll be old enough to buck out in the fields with your sister!"

"I can't wait!" Apple Bloom squeaked. "But who'll take the apples out of the carts?"

"Your granny is stronger than you might think, young'un! Come 'ere and feel my muscles."

The goldenrod filly obeyed.

"My, granny! Your front arms are mighty thick."

"...not as thick as your brother..." Granny Smith muttered coyly.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nevermind! Say, your soft hooves gave my dry, tired skin some comfort. Come rub Granny's joints!"

Apple Bloom obeyed. The elder pony's cracked, bile-colored skin rippled over her bones like the silk blankets did over the young one's body that morning. Granny Smith let out a sigh that contained years of tension. Apple Bloom wouldn't readily admit it, but there was something alluring about giving this kind of pleasure and relief to a more experienced family member. Granny Smiths sighs deepened and became louder, turning into gravelly, wavering moans. As Apple Bloom's hooves massaged her rear haunches, she grabbed them and slid them down to her horse vagina, which was already sopping wet.

"Granny!! Oh my!" But the young one did not move her hooves. She was confused by the warm feeling inside of her, but allowed it to guide her and therefore did not pull away from this encounter. Without much effort, her little arm slid elbow deep into Granny Smith's vagina. She let out a cry that startled the birds off the barn rafters. Apple Bloom took charge and began pumping her limb furiously. "Granny, your bum sounds like we're mashin' apples!" All Granny Smith could manage was another yelp. A wet spot of hay grew underneath the pair. With her other hoof, Apple Bloom rubbed her grandmother's juices all over her belly and nipples. Granny Smith immediately showed appreciation for the lubrication of her dry, cracked skin. The little filly was surprised to feel pressure from within, so she withdrew her extremity and saw a bucket-full of translucent water splash out. Granny Smith violently shuddered and collapsed onto the soggy hay. Apple Bloom was shaking and buzzing with shame and arousal as she watched her elder pony squirm on the ground.