Author's Note

WARNING, this episode contains: Grand Pear x Annie Smith-Apple, angry sex, spanking, and some good ol' farm rutting

Here's Jade Ring with his take on Episode 13!

Episode 13 - The Perfect Pear (by Jade Ring)

Annie Smith-Apple glared over the fence at the object of her undisguised hatred. “What have I told you about spyin’ on Apple Family secrets in the dead of night?!”

Grand Pear snorted angrily from his side of the fence. “How dare you try to turn the tables on me. You were the one spying on us!”

“Oh, that makes a lot of sense.” Annie rolled her eyes. “Because our apples are in such dire need of help this season that I would resort to usin’ pear growin’ techniques. Is that right?”

“That makes as much sense as me tryin’ to find out which apple-growing techniques would best work on pear trees.” Grand Pear sneered.

Annie grit her teeth. That was a fair point, not that she’d ever give her most hated rival any indication that he’d gotten one over on her. “Well then, what are you doin’ here in the dead of night? Scavengin’ fer nightcrawlers to sate a midnight snack?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Grand Pear put a hoof to his forehead in mock-distress. “I had no idea that I needed permission from the uptight bitch next door to take a stroll on my property.”

“What did you call me?!” Annie pawed the ground, itching to charge at the stallion and tear him a new one. “Figures a Pear would be trash enough to use such language in front of a lady.”

“Oh, is there a lady around?” Grand Pear looked around. “I must apologize to her for using such coarse language. I’m sure she’d understand after I’ve told her that you have to talk low to low ponies.”

“Go buck yourself!” Annie screamed.

“Language, Miss Annie!” Grand Pear smirked. “There’s a lady hiding somewhere in your worm-infested groves. We wouldn’t want to offend her delicate sensibilities.” He chuckled as he turned to go.

“If that’s how you talk to mares, it’s no wonder yer wife left you.” Annie called to his back.

Grand Pear froze and turned back, eyes blazing. “How dare you…?”

“Or was it somethin’ else?” Annie grinned fiercely. “Maybe you were lackin’ in another department and she decided to trade up to somepony a little… bigger.”

“I am plenty big, thank you very much!” Grand Pear stomped back towards the fence, glaring daggers at the green mare.

“Size ain’t nothin’ if you don’t know how to use it.” Annie pressed her advantage, pleased that she’d finally gotten under the stallion’s skin. “Two pump chump, are you? That poor mare…”

“You seem awfully interested in the sex lives of others, Miss Annie.” Grand Pear lowered his head and snorted. “What’s the matter? Nopony want to plow that field of yours since your husband died?”

“As if that’s any of your business, you horse’s ass!”

Now it was Grand Pear’s turn to press his own advantage. “I mean, how hard can it be to find a farmhand desperate enough to give you a roll in the hay every now and then? You’d probably be less of a bitch if you let somepony put the straps to you every once and a while.”

“And maybe you wouldn’t be such a bastard if you stuck that brittle stick you call a dick into more than a larded up hole in one of your precious pear trees every now and then!”

Grand Pear planted his hooves on the fence and hoisted himself up on two legs. “Where do you get off saying that to me, you dried up, over-used…”

Annie mirrored him, pushing her face so close to his that she could bite him if she so wished. “And what are you gonna do about it, you limp-dicked, manure for brains…”

“Worm-infested…!”

“Good fer nothin’….”

“Crotchety…!”

“Spineless…!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you!”

“No.” Grand Pear pushed his forehead against Annie’s and pushed. “Fuck you!”

Annie pushed back, not giving an inch. “Fuck YOU!”

“FUUUUUUCK YOU!” Grand Pear roared as loudly as he could.

Silence descended on the grove, the only sound the panting of the two middle-aged ponies as they stared daggers at each other. They could each smell the skin of their adversary, taste the breath of their eternal foe.

Annie swallowed hard and bit her lip. “Fuck me.”

Grand Pear’s lips smashed into hers so hard their teeth clacked.

Annie pulled back with nothing but reproach on her face. “Consarnit, I told you to fuck me, not to kiss me.” She licked her lips, gave it a thought, and then returned the kiss with equal vigor.

The two enemies groped at each other over the fence, their caresses rough and unsentimental. The aged wood began to creak under their weight as their bodies unconsciously tried to climb it at the same time in a desperate bid to get at the other. The whole section of the structure they were leaning against collapsed with a dry snap and the pair hit the grass like two writhing, moaning sacks of laundry. They rolled in the dewy grass, unmindful of the occasional rock or bit of broken fence.

Annie finally had enough waiting and pushed the stallion away. Before he could protest, she’d rolled onto her stomach and lifted her haunches in the air. “Come on then.” She commanded. “Get to it.”

Under normal circumstances, Grand Pear would have taken umbrage with an Apple telling a Pear to do anything, but he was just too horny to care at this point. He was hard enough that he imagined he could knock a hole in the fence behind him (if the fence hadn’t already been broken by this point.) He mounted her quickly and sank his full length into her, barely restraining a groan as he plunged into her warm wetness.

Annie smirked even as she gasped from the sensation of being filled. “How do ya like that Apple pussy, Grand Pear? Got anythin’ that nice over on yer farm?”

Grand Pear snorted as he adjusted his hooves on the ground for a better stance. “Honestly? I thought you’d be tighter. Maybe you have been getting more friendly with the farm hands than I believed.”

Annie looked back at him, familiar fire burning in her eyes. “Are you callin’ me a slut now?”

“Well, you do have about twenty-two inches of Pear cock inside you at the moment.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “That sure don’t feel like something that big. I think you might be exaggerating just a tad.”

Grand Pear narrowed his eyes, withdrew slightly, and ran home just as hard as he could.

Annie let out a gasp in surprise and pleasure.

Grand Pear smirked. “Feeling it now?”

Annie turned away with a sniff and rolled her hips. “Shut up and rut me.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Grand Pear began fucking the mare beneath him in earnest.

Annie pawed at the grass as she pushed back against each of his thrusts. “Come on now, I know you can go harder than that.”

Grand Pear grit his teeth. If that was how this mare wanted it, then that’s how it was gonna be. He readjusted his grip on her hips and really started hammering her.

Annie groaned appreciatively, her tongue lolling from her mouth. “That’s it. I, ah, I knew you had i-it in you.”

“Celestia above, do you ever stop talking?”Grand Pear grunted, not stopping his thrusting even the slightest bit. “Maybe I should turn you around and put that mouth of yours to better use.”

“Like I would ever put a Pear in my mouth.”

“Keep it up, and you’ll get a Pear in your ass instead.”

“…don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Grand Pear moaned at the idea. “You really are filthy, aren’t you? Know what happens to filthy mares on my farm?”

“Wha-OW!” Annie cried out as Grand Pear’s hoof came crashing down on her flank. She glared back at him. “Did you just spank me?”

“Yes I did? Got a problem with that?”

“…Do it again.”

Again Grand Pear brought a hoof down on her flank. He grinned at her resulting cry and gave her a third for good measure. He saw her starting to open her mouth again and silenced her next comment with a fourth spank on her supple and muscled flesh. “I’m just going to have to rut you so senseless that you can’t harp at me anymore, aren’t I?”

“I’m hearin’ a whole lot of talk and not feelin’ a whole lot of coAHHHHN!” Her latest barb died as Grand Pear doubled his speed and strength, his hardness striking a spot inside her that hadn’t been touched in years.

Their words died as they rutted like wild animals in the dead of night. The air was filled by their grunts and moans, by the wet slap as their bodies collided, and by the almost lewd squelching of their coupling.

Annie made a sort of choked squeal as she came for the third or fourth time, her muscles burning and tingling from the sort of release she’d been denied since her husband’s death. “Are… are ya close?”

He grunted, but she knew the answer was yes from the feel of his swelling flare deep inside her.

“Don’t cum inside me.”

Grand Pear didn’t stop his thrusting in the slightest. He could feel his orgasm approaching rapidly. “What… what makes you think I was going to? Like any Apple womb is worthy of superior Pear seed.”

“I f-f-fucking hate you.”

“I know you do. Now come here.” Grand Pear pulled out and spun the surprised mare around in one quick movement. When she opened her mouth to question or complain, he simply pushed his length into it, grunting as he came.

Annie got over her surprise quickly and swallowed as much as she was able, only letting a few drops escape her lips and run down her sweat-soaked coat.

They fell apart, utterly spent. They lay that way for several minutes, just cooling in the night air and reflecting on what they’d just done.

“Well.” Annie said after a while, drawing a circle in the grass with her hoof. “That… that wasn’t bad.”

“No it wasn’t.” Grand Pear looked over at her, a genuine smile on his face. “But then I’ve always had a thing for green mares.”

Annie surprised herself by returning the smile. “I may not care for you, Grand Pear, but yer not a bad stallion.”

“And you’re not a bad mare, Annie Smith.” He sighed. “Nopony can ever know about this. And we can never do this again.”

Annie nodded, her smile fading.

“And you’ll have to pay for my busted fence, of course.”

Annie’s jaw dropped. “Now listen here, you dimwitted oaf; I will not just sit here and…!”

Safe in their hiding spot a few yards away, Bright Mac Apple and Pear Butter watched as their parents again began to argue.

“Well… this was unexpected.” Bright Mac deadpanned.

“Eeyup.” Pear Butter nodded.

They watched as the argument escalated to the point that the two were again in each other’s face. Within minutes, the two bitter enemies were once again locked in a passionate embrace.

“There they go again. Gosh, they could be out here for hours.” Bright Mac shook his head.

An idea suddenly came to Pear Butter. She smirked up at her special somepony. “You wanna come see my room?”

Bright Mac grinned. “Race you.”