Author's Note

Again, sorry for the long wait for this chapter. To explain some things, a combination of laziness, IRL shit, and other projects, have sidelined this a bit (Also, I was at a con earlier this month). On another note, due to creative differences, Alticron has stepped down from editing this story but will still be credited as an editor for his work up to this point. NineTailBeastBall is the new editor for this story.

Still, I feel like some parts of this chapter will draw some backlash for the way it was written and the direction it took. But, they will be addressed in the next chapter and I hope they'll put everypony here at ease. If you feel apalled by the direction taken, I do sincerely apologize. But, It is my hope that you'll enjoy this chapter in some way.

Happy Reading. :)
-TheWingman

Barnhouse Hoedown (Granny Smith)

Like a drink in a cocktail shaker full of ice, you were shaken around in the time machine as it traveled through the time stream. The temporal turbulence reminded you of an event when you were 12. It was quite unfortunate, as during a fair, you got on the rollercoaster and ended up puking your guts out as you went around the final loop. Though an accident, you got a few less than pleasant looks from the other riders. Anyway, that’s a story for another time. More importantly, you were starting to get worried as to where the time machine was going to take you.

After what seemed like an hour, the machine stopped shaking and opened, allowing you to leap out onto the grassy, leaf-covered ground. You wasted no time in emptying the contents of your stomach onto the ground. You felt disoriented and your vision was getting blurry, so you decided to kick back against a nearby tree to collect yourself. Panting and gasping for air, a queasy feeling lingered in your being as you were once again thrust many years into the past.

“Well, looks like you couldn’t keep yourself from time traveling, Sam Beckett,” MILFlove snarked as you were able to get your bearings back. “You got shaken more than a martini, like how the Brits like ‘em.” As much as you want to slap your spectral other half in his face, you had little energy to do so. “Hmm, it looks like your suit didn’t get dinged up at all.”

“That’s the least of my concerns.” Shaking your head, you got up so you could stretch your back, “It wasn’t the first time I got stuck with this bullshit.” Turning toward the time machine, you peeked inside to look at the chronometer, which indicated the date to see how far you’ve traveled. To your shock, you’ve gone bout forty-eight years back to the past, placing you in 1974, “Fuck me running, I’m in the damned seventies! Great, I’m going to be seeing a lot of potheads roaming the streets, the occasional protestors and other bullshit.”

“Won’t that be the first time you’ve taken you’ve taken drugs, bucko?”

“Okay...” you sighed, “One, I had no idea what Posey shared with me was shrooms and I don’t like drugs, period. Two, I’ve paid attention to history class enough to conclude that the seventies were a fucked up and chaotic time no matter how you look at it.” You took another glance up and down your suit, “Well, at least I won’t stick out like a sore thumb, provided if I ditch the tie.”

“Yeah, right on the nose there,” MILFlove said as your stomach began to rumble, “I doubt it’s been that long since breakfast. I swear, you eat so much yet still manage to look like a, dare I say it... one hot motherfucker.”

You rolled your eyes. “Blame my naturally high metabolism.” You dusted yourself off as you started to walk off, hoping to find some shred of civilization or a corner diner. Either way, hunger was putting you in a bit of a bad mood. Looking around, you noticed a few of the trees further down your path had plenty of apples growing from them. As a perceptive man, you deduced that you were somewhere near an apple orchard, “Okay, now I have at least one issue on my mind. I’ve already used ‘Verdant Range’ as my alias once.”

You heard MILFlove chuckle dryly. “I’m no expert in how ever the fuck time functions, but I have a good idea that using the same alias is never a good idea. How about the name of that character from that book you like reading.”

“Azure Glide?” you mused, “I suppose that can work.” Looking around, you found a stone that was quite sharp. Getting desperate because of your hunger, you took the stone and approached one of the apple trees. You tore a section of bark from it and carved ‘A.G.’ into it, a mark for you to find the time machine. “That takes care of that. Okay, let’s get going. I want some grub and a place to nap while the machine charges up.”

“Lead the way, boss.”

Walking further into the forest, you saw more and more trees growing the familiarly sweet red fruit. Everywhere you looked, there was a nice, shiny apple hanging and practically begging to be picked. With your mouth salivated and stomach growling, your hunger soon got the better of you as you look a rock and threw it at a nearby bunch, knocking one of the treasures loose. Picking it up, you brushed it off with one of your sleeves, licking your lips.

“Come to papa...” you whispered, about to take a bite.

“WHAT DO YA THINK Y’ALL ARE DOIN?!”

Startled, you dropped the apple and slowly turned around to see a rather angry woman with a shovel in hand. You were in a bit of a daze, as despite her angry expression, she was rather beautiful. Bright orange eyes, short pale yellow hair held by a red hair band, an incredibly voluptuous figure with an incredibly sexy western accent. You were split between being captivated by her beauty and fear of an impending ass kicking.

“Uhhh... hello?” you managed to croak out.

“Ah said... WHAT DO YA THINK Y’ALL ARE DOIN’?!” The volume of your voice made a surge of fear pulse through your being. Gripping the shovel in her hand, she bounced it in her other hand as she bore her teeth, “Didn’t yer mama ever tell ya dat it’s wrong ta go aroun’ stealin’ apples?!”

“L-Listen, ma’am, I-I’m sincerely sorry...” you stuttered as you slowly backed away. “I-In my defense, I had no idea that these apples belonged to you.”

“Well, ya should’ve thought ‘bout dat before ya went around pillagin’ mah orchard!” The woman wasn’t going to be swayed by your words. Her temper grew too hot for reason to be effective. Seeing her grow closer to you, the aggression she gave off made you panic and you took off running. “Git back ‘ere! Ah’m gonna woop yer sorry behind beyond repair, ya no good thievin’ yokel!”

Suffice it to say, running from the livid woman was torture, given that you were still hungry. Though as you kept your distance, you couldn’t help thinking that she seemed familiar. Thinking of her southern accent and her appearance, you could’ve sworn that you’ve seen her around somewhere. Before you could put some more thought into it, the crazy woman had caught up to you and tackled you to the ground. You struggled for a bit before managing to break free and run with all the adrenaline you could muster.

Entering the main farm area, you saw a bright-red barnhouse and ducked inside, locking the door behind you. Still hearing her curse and scream with a level of fury that was unknown to you, you looked around for an escape route. Wanting to catch your breath, you slumped against a nearby post, still panicking internally.

“Oh, fuck me!” you gasped between breaths, “I got thrust forty-eight years into the past, I’m hungry, and now I have some psychotic, overly possessive owner of some apple orchard trying to kill me with a shovel!”

“Life is like that, my friend,” MILFlove cooly said. “Sometimes, luck likes givin’ ya the finger but you’ll just have to roll with the punches.” His last remark pissed you off a fair bit.

“Roll with the punches? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” you snapped. “THERE’S SOME CRAZY FUCKING WOMAN OUT THERE TRYING TO KILL ME WITH A SHOVEL!”

“And Ah’m gonna do worse if ya don’t come out right now!” she screamed, making it clear she could hear you from the other side.

“Oh god no!” you screamed as you looked around but found no open windows, broken or not. You were trapped and your only way of escape is back where you came from with a shovel to the face waiting for you, “Damn it, why did I decide to go to that party?! FUUUUCK!!!”

Groaning in frustration, you knocked the back of your head against the post. One, two three, you vented your anger at the situation you’re in. No way out, you feared being either beaten up or worse... killed by a crazy, yet attractive woman. The fire she carried in her soul was unlike what you’ve seen before. You almost found yourself admiring such traits, but fear still gripped your heart.

Sighing, you resigned yourself to your impending fate. Before you could look up, a blunt metal force fell right on top of your head with great force. It was enough to get your brain shaking and send you to the ground, losing conscious. The last thing you saw before your vision faded, was a horseshoe-like shape.

In due time, your vision had slowly come back to you. Unfortunately, once you were wide awake again, you found yourself bound tightly in ropes. Struggle as you might, you were unable to more or run. The woman hovered over you with an irritated expression and stare that looked as it can pierce through souls. If there’s any good that came how she was looking at you, it’s that she’s calmed down at least a little and was no longer trying to whack you with a shovel.

“Well now,” the woman snarled, “y’all have a lot of nerve ta go ‘round stealin’ other fellers apples like dat.” Though you got a good look at her before, she still looked every bit as gorgeous, and her western drawl only amplified that beauty. “HEY! Mah eyes are up ‘ere!” she yelled, noticing you were looking at her bust.

“W-well...” you stuttered in a scaroused state, “I already told you I didn’t know those apples belonged to you, honest.” You struggled a bit in your bonds, but you weren’t able to get loose. Frankly, you hated being restricted. Your efforts to get free were made even more pointless due to the fact that you were still weak from hunger. When you finally stopped struggling, your empty stomach demanded food once more with a loud growl.

The woman’s eyes became more sympathetic when she heard your tummy, causing you to let your guard down. “Sounds y’all are real hungry dere.” Stepping outside for a moment, she ironically came back with a couple of red apples.

“‘Ere, eat ya little nuisance.”

“With what? I’m tied,” you snapped. It’s only natural for one to feel cranky when they’re hungry. Pulling out a knife, she cut the ropes binding your arms. Nervously taking the apples from her hands, you tore into it, tasting the sweet, fruity nourishment. Once that apple was nothing more than just its core, you dug into another one, but taking your time to enjoy it. “Who are you anyway?”

“Y’all are jokin’, right?” she answered your question with a question. All you did was stare back at her, making it clear you were being serious. “Unless y’all been livin’ under a rock, ya should know Ah’m da ownah of one o’ da mos’ prestigious farms in da land. Name’s Granny Smith Apple, remember dat.”

The name was faint in your memory, but thanks to that blow to the head, you still couldn’t grasp the last time you heard it. It made your head hurt trying to recollect that memory so you decided not to dwell on that for the time being. The matter of whether or not she was going to mess your face up still lingered in your mind. She sounded sincere when she gave you food but much was ambiguous.

“Right… Well, again, I do apologize for my *ahem* rude intrusion.” You reached your open hand out, “My name... is Azure Glide, Granny Smith Apple. I was just walking around for a bit while visiting family but I might’ve stumbled across here by mistake.” To your surprise, she reached out and met your hand, shaking it with a warm smile. It had a strange effect on you as your tension slowly started to melt away since she had a surprisingly soft touch.

“As lon’ as yer willin’ to give some honesty, Ah won’t have to whack ya with mah spade,” Granny Smith mused warmly, “If dere was one thin’ Ah was raised on, it’s good ol’ fashioned honesty. Ah can usually tell if someone’s tellin’ the truth and it doesn’t seem like y’all are lyin’...”

Shifting around, you took care to not dirty up your suit. Once you were comfortable, you were able to enjoy a good view of the lovely woman before you. Apart from her figure and smile, her bust and rear end caught your attention. If you had to guess, her cup size is a straight-up F-cup. “‘Ey, what are y’all starin’ at? Ah already told ya mah eyes are up ‘ere.”

“Uhhh, sorry...” you stammered, looking away with a blush, “I’m honestly quite surprised at how good you look...” You blushed deeper as you realized the scope of what you’ve said. Finally noticing the ring on her hand, it became clear to you that she was married. You, an unwilling time traveler, were hitting on some married woman whose husband could very well kick your ass if given the chance. “Oh crap. Please... just ignore whatever I said there.” Just as you were beginning to panic, a warm smile crept upon her face.

“Don’t ya fret yerself none,” Granny Smith assured, taking a seat next to you, “Ah get compliments like dat all da time. Seriously though, do ya honestly have eyes fer a married lady?” she asked, trying to tease you. However, brushing it off as a joke due to finding humor in her voice, all you did was nod nervously and chuckle at her remark.

“Ya know... Ah owe ya an apology fer da rough treatment earliah... Now dat Ah got a good look at ya, ya seem like a nice boy.” Her tone was every bit as genuine as you remembered from your friends during your father’s funeral. “Looks like da only thing dat hurt ya was dat horseshoe dere. Ah told mah husband dat puttin’ stuff like dat was dangerous. Gonna have ta talk ta him ‘bout dat when he gets back.”

“Gets back?” you asked.

“Mah dear Concord Grape is out at da town’s market fair,” she replied. “He always goes dere every year ta sell some of our harvest. It’s a great way ta bring business ta our here acre.” Granny Smith suddenly became depressed. “Ah wish Ah could go with him, but he insists dat someone has ta stay behind ta make sure da chores are done.”

You struggled to keep your eyes locked on the beautiful woman’s face, as it was so tempting to look down at her amazing cleavage for the third time. As your eyes drifted to her rack, she noticed right away and actually started to giggle.

“Maybe ya aren’t such a nice youngin’ after all, Azure...” She grew closer and closer to you, making you break out into a bit of a nervous sweat. “Don’t get meh wron’ now, dearie. Ah love mah husband, but since he’s been actin’ strange lately and always seems so busy, Ah can’t help gettin’ a bit lonely...” She then wore a smile that you were familiar with for many years. It was a sign that she was fixing to have herself a little piece of you.

“Well... there’s no denying you’re pretty, but you’re married and I don’t want to get between you and your husband.” You protested, “It’s just not right.”

“Well, that didn’t stop you before, bucko,” MILFlove cracked.

“Not helping, asshole!” you internally shot back, “As I’ve said MANY times, they were all different!”

“Yeah, well, tell that to Derpy, horndog.”

“DUDE!” Your internal debate with your unfiltered other half made you oblivious to what Granny Smith was up to. She brushed one of her soft hands up and down one of your legs. Your internal temperature steadily rose at the sensation but your earlier protests still remained. How could she, a presumably married woman, would ever want to feel you up in such a way? For just a moment, you forgot about the other married women you’ve messed around with.

“Granny Smith, what are you doing?!” you demanded, and were met with a mischievous smile.

“Tryin’ ta find out if y’all are a well-behaved child or not.” The tone of her voice, while sweet as honey, was smooth and sensual as velvet. Entranced by her voice, you did nothing to stop her as she came up to press her lips against yours. You could taste the sweet flavor of the apples she spends many hours harvesting and growing.

While melting into the kiss, you felt your pants tightening and your clothed member made contact with her crotch. There are times that you were amazed that you can get an erection so quickly when the time calls for it. However, it wasn’t an appropriate time as Granny Smith was committing infidelity. You were torn between wanting to enjoy it and not wanting to be a homewrecker. Your mind can be a confusing pot of conflicting thoughts at times.

“Are ya still objectin’?” Granny Smith asked, well aware that your cock was poking her nethers. You knew there was no point in denying it, especially to a lady who values honesty. Remembering that, you decided to surrender to that one instinct and pull her in for a makeout session more intense than the last. Feeling her huge breasts against your chest, you hands glide across her back and sizeable rear. She moaned in the tongue to tongue kiss as you gave her asscheeks a good squeeze, “Looks like ya ain’t such a good boy aftah all.”

“I’m behaved when I want to be,” you chuckled. “May I?” you asked, as you held your hand inches away from one of her breasts. Right away, you could feel her hardened nipples poking through the fabric. It was interesting that a farmer would forsake wearing a bra, but you were sure she had her reasons. Regardless, her breasts felt like pudding, as if they could melt in the palm of your hands. You could only imagine resting your head on something so soft.

“Crazy as it sounds, mah husband nevah pays attention ta dese apples.” Granny Smith started to unbutton her shirt, “But since y’all seem ta like em, how’s about ya get a good taste?” She slipped off her shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the prize trapped beneath the fabric. You’ve seen many pairs of breasts before, but these looked amazing and appeared to be natural, nothing telling of any artificial enlargement.

“I’d be honored,” you said, kissing her cheek. But looking at your suit, which already a bit of dirt is on it, you wanted to spare it from any further damage. “As much as I am eager to get down and dirty with you, can I at least take my suit off first? I got it cleaned yesterday.”

Reaching for her knife, Granny cut the remainder of your bonds, allowing you to wiggle around and strip. Starting with your top, you took your suit off, bit by bit, and you were soon completely naked.

“Like what you see?”

“Like” ain’t da right word,” she smiled and began to massage your shaft. “Y’all don’t take as much time as mah husband ta get hard. Fer dat mattah, y’all are much biggah dan he is...”

“I’m quite flattered by that.” You groaned as she continued to stimulate you, “For a handjob, this is something-” You were silenced as she kissed you again, but continued stroking your cock.

“Honey, jus’ be quiet fer a second...” Granny Smith licked her lips, breathing lustfully on your cock, “Ah jus’ want ya ta enjoy dis.” Nodding, you watched as she got onto her knees and licked her lips a second time. It was obvious what was coming, and you decided to encourage the lovely farm woman by putting your hand on her head.

Without any more hesitation, Granny took your cock into her mouth and immediately sucked you at a quick pace. She went faster and harder in the hopes that proving her talent would get you to cum, but your stamina is godlike, built over the years of constant fucking.

If Granny Smith wanted to prove her sexual skills, you didn’t see why you shouldn’t do the same. With your hand still on her head, you pushed all the way in, making her deepthroat your manhood. She didn’t seem to mind the harsh treatment, even though she choked a little.

“Is it too much for you to handle?” you asked, pulling out for a moment so she could answer.

“A little...” Granny Smith replied with a look that silently begged you to put your cock back into her mouth. “It’s sweet dat ya care fer meh, but Ah ain’t made of glass, dearie. Y’all are free ta be as rough as ya like.”

With her blessings, you deep-throated her once more, adding more gusto to your thrusting. You could feel in your loins that you were about half-way to busting a nut, but with a mischievous smile, Granny Smith planned the finishing blow. She knew from your expression that you were reaching your climax, and decided to make it harder by pressing her huge breasts around your cock before she squished them in a massaging motion.

“Up ‘til now, Ah nevah got ta do dis since Ah told ya Concord don’t pay attention ta these gals,” she said winking at you.

“They... They’re a work of art!” You groaned as a jolt of pleasure shot up your spine. You couldn’t resist the urge to thrust as if reflex demanded it. Each thrust caused Granny Smith’s melons to jiggle like water balloons, and you couldn’t take your eyes off them. You actually started to drool a little, which ended up acting as a lubricant when some of your saliva fell between her breasts.

“Y’all are obviously still hungry,” Granny Smith said with a smirk before she let go of your dick and turned around to shake her rear at you. “But Ah think y’all should feed meh dis time! Ah’ve been workin’ so hard today, and Ah think a nice roll in da hay should make meh as good as new!”

You smirked as you got down on your knees and positioned your tip in front of her wet flower. The heat radiating from her folds was enough to make your cock quiver with excitement but Granny Smith had other plans. She got on her hands and knees and gave her plump rear end a good wiggle. You didn’t need to rub two brain cells to know what she wants.

“Doggy style, eh? I have to say that your ass is the stuff of legends.” To prove your point, you gave her a nice smack on her bubbly butt, watching how it jiggled from the impact. You were hypnotized by the ripples from the impact and decided to spank her again. “It’s beyond me why your husband ignores such a sexy wife like you.”

“Y’all don’t know da half of it...” she groaned, giving her ass another playful jiggle, “But enough ‘bout him! Since Ah’m flattered how much ya love mah behind, Ah’ll give ya all da right ta over come ‘ere and claim it!”

You leaned down so you were laying on Granny’s back and gave her some quick and powerful thrusts. “S-Seriously... if I could have you as my girlfriend, I’d take as much time as possible to worship this gifted body of yours!” you shouted, grabbing both of her breasts which had been bouncing out of control.

“D-Den... take meh ta c-church, Azure!” On her words, you thrusted in and out of her, taking your time to find a good rhythm. Looking into her eyes as your fun led to a new position where you were holding her against the wall, you smiled and kissed her passionately. You were so wrapped up in your intimacy, you failed to hear the barn door open. You only stopped thrusting when you saw Granny Smith staring at something... or someone.

“G-Granny Smith Apple?! WHAT THE FUCK!” A man, around the same age as Granny Smith, with bluish-purple skin and mint green hair, clad in various denim-based clothes, stood in the door with a shocked and enraged expression. It was clear that this was Concord Grape and as scared as you were of having been caught, you couldn’t help continuing your thrusts.

“Aw, clam up! Y-Y’all shoulda seen dis comin’!” Granny Smith groaned as she glared at her husband, “Ah work dis place ta da bone and ya hardly show meh any gratitude! In fact, if Ah didn’t know any bettah, Ah’d say y’all been doin’ more dan jus’ shoppin’ today!” Concord just so happened to have a faint lipstick mark on his cheek, but you could still see it.

You suddenly felt a whole lot less guilty about fucking another married woman. It always made your heart harden when a woman gets betrayed in such a way. You kissed Granny Smith on the cheek in case she was in need of some comfort before looking at her husband again.

“G-Granny Smith... I-I can... I can explain...” he stuttered, having obviously been found out.

“Save yer breath!” Granny Smith snapped in saddened anger, “Da answer’s prettah damned obvious ta meh! Y’all never loved meh as much as ya vowed on dat damned altar! One look at dat lipstick on yer cheek is all da proof Ah need dat ya betrayed mah heart by foolin’ with other broads-AH!” You had cut her off for a moment by giving her an especially hard thrust.

“Looks like Granny’s gonna need a new lover,” you heard MILFlove internally speak to you.

“Dude, shut up and let me handle things here!” you shot back, shutting out your other, more spectral half. “Believe me sir, I actually felt guilty helping your wife start an affair, but I feel a whole lot better now that I know she married such a double dealing asshole like yourself.” Your remark caught Concord off guard, filling his mind with a torrential mixture of anger and sadness.

“Y’all are really makin’ it hard ta decide if ya really are a sweet boy or not,” Granny giggled and suddenly lifted herself off your dick. “Anyway Concord...” she said approaching her husband, “...Ah figure it’s ‘bout time fer ya ta pack up and leave.”

Naturally, Concord Grape was confused. “E-Excuse me?” he tried asking before getting a nice slap to the face. He recoiled at the force of the impact, caressing the bright red mark left on his cheek.

“Dis farm, Sweet Apple Acres, was started by mah ancestors and Ah’m jus’ anothah in da long line of its caretakahs!” Granny Smith snarled, “Yer name is certainly not on da lease! So, git yer stuff and carry yer sorry behind on outta ‘ere, NOW!”

The next thing she did to add insult to injury and make their separation official, was take off her wedding ring and throw it at the defeated man’s face. It didn’t mean anything to her anymore, she didn’t even see it worthy of wasting her time trying to sell. It was nothing more than a reminder of a mistake she made, one her heart sorely regretted.

You thought Concord would leave on his own since there was no point in continuing this conversation, but to your amusement, Granny actually pulled his arm painfully behind his back and escorted him back to the house to pack. You got a good view of her wonderful bouncing rear as she walked away. Witnessing her strength, you were certainly glad you’re no longer on the receiving end of her wrath.

You’d probably never know how different things would have been if you hadn’t changed reality here, but you seemed to have done a good thing. Granny may or may not have learned of Concord’s disloyalty on her own. Either way, he was just about done packing his things. She still wore the betrayed look on her face as she knew that all the promises of love were nothing more than lies. Fortunately, you were confident you could cheer her up.

You got another good hint of who the beautiful woman you’ve fallen in love with was when she prepared some nice apple pie as a quick snack before you went back for some more fun. The last time you had pie this good, was when you were at a barbecue with Applejack. Now that you thought about it, the name of the place and the look of the woman did ring bells. But out of fear of wanting to avoid another crisis, you shook your head to try and relax.

“Ya like it, don’t ya? Such a tasty snack is what ya deserve fer lookin’ aftah meh.” You blushed as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

“Well, it’s really nothing big, Granny Smith,” you modestly answered, looking around. “Where are my clothes?”

“Ah put ‘em in da wash. It’ll take ‘em about an hour ta clean and anotha ta dry...” Taking a close look at her face, you noticed a few tears leaving her eye. You knew that she was heartbroken over the revelation of her husband’s infidelity. Betrayal is never an easy feeling to handle, especially from one who was in love, “At least someone appreciates mah work... Dat double-crossin’ husband of mine rarely even complimented me!”

“Come here,” you said softly, holding your arms out wide open for a hug as Granny Smith broke down crying. You never got used to the sight of a woman like her sobbing over a broken heart, much like your own mother. She was a beautiful, honest, and kind-hearted woman that didn’t deserve to have her emotions dashed across the ground behind her back. You couldn’t help but hold her tighter to comfort her, feeling her powerful heartbeat.

Sweeping her up in your arms, you carry her up the stairs like a bride, all the while staring at her beautiful face. It was so heartwarming to see her smile again after the day she’s had. Making it to the second floor, you looked around and saw an open door on your right.

“I’m grateful that you cleaned my clothes, but...” you set her onto the bed with an impish smile, “...we won’t be needing them tonight.” It just so happened that Granny Smith still hadn’t put her own clothes back on.

“Ah coulda told ya dat,” she said, giggling as you began kissing her neck. The giggles turned into moans as you gave her breasts some attention, first squeezing them, and then pulling her nipples. “C-Come on now, honey... Go ahead an’ gimme da good stuff already!”

“After what you put up with today, I suppose there’s no reason to hold back.” You kissed her forehead with a nice smile. “You’d best prepare yourself for some proper loving,” you warned and scooted up in order to align your cock with Granny’s dripping slit. Just like before, the heat and moisture radiating from her entrance made your cock throb with anticipation.

“W-We may have jus’ met today, b-but... Ah really hope y’all don’ have ta leave so early... AH!” As you got to work thrusting into her like a jackhammer, Granny lovingly reached up to trace her hands down your neck and chest.

“Y-Yeah... Oh... your pussy feels so~ GOOD!” you moaned as you decided to go even faster.

“A-Ah’m... glad y-ya like it... b-better dan dat ungrateful ex of m-mine...!” Granny Smith moaned as you continued to plow away at her cunt. Slick, hot, pulsating, and tight, it truly made you wonder why Concord Grape would throw away something so good for the sake of a quick, yet cheap high of pleasure, “Y-Y’all are w-way biggah... dan h-he was... and m-more carin’ as well...!”

“Empathy is a truly powerful thing, Granny!” Seeing her breasts bounce and jiggle around was hypnotic. However, her smile, sweet as the apples she grows in her orchard, caused something in your heart to stir, a certain sense of longing. Here you are, giving carnal pleasure to a woman you only just met some time ago... and you felt yourself falling for her. She was much too nice of a lady to just have a one night stand with. Human emotions are a chaotic thing.

Leaning down, you caressed both sides of Granny Smith’s face and repeatedly kissed her. “D-Don’t worry... I plan to stay a-and keep you company for quite a-” Before you could finish your sentence, the gears in your brain were finally making some progress and you pieced everything together. A woman named Granny Smith. Sweet Apple Acres. Best apples in the land.

“How’s that for a laugh?” you heard MILFlove snicker. “You’re fucking the woman who is destined to become Applejack’s grandmother!”

“E-Everythin’ alright, honey? Ya s-started slowin’ down...”

As big of a realization as it was to discover who you were messing with, you couldn’t deny you’ve developed feelings for Granny Smith. Ergo, you decided it was time to come clean. You confessed on how you lied about your name being Azure Glide, but things started to sound crazier when you added that you had traveled here from the future. All the while, you had a look of guilt for having deceived the farmer up until now.

“Do... Do you believe me?” you asked, hoping she wouldn’t slap you and make you leave. To your relief, she instead cupped your cheek with a small smile.

“Of course Ah do. Ta be honest, when ya said yer name was Azure, Ah kinda had mah doubts. But lookin’ at da guilt in yer eyes, Ah know fer sure ya ain’t lyin’ ta meh dis time.” Seeing you tear up slightly, she knew you still had unease in your heart, and she tried comforting you by pulling your head down to lie on her bosom.

“Even so, dat was quite a shock. Ah mean, a youngin’ comin’ from a different time,” Granny said, combing your head. “Den again, Ah guess Ah should be thankful ya came and changed history. Concord mighta gotten away with his shenanigans if ya hadn’t showed up in mah life!”

“You know that sooner or later, I’ll have to go back to my own time. Until then, we should keep the time machine safe,” you said, sniffing a little.

“A-Aftah we git done makin’ love, w-we can swing dat ting over t-ta da barn. No one will mess wit it. Now chin up, ya have all da time in da world...” Granny Smith cupped your face in her hands, “Ah know yer feelin’ down, but don’t worry. Ah know ya love meh and it’s not wild fer meh ta say dat Ah feel da same way.”

“I know, Granny Smith...” you sighed, “It’s just that you just got betrayed like that and you’re a sweet woman and all. But I’ll eventually have to go back and leave you alone!” Still sensing your apprehension, Granny Smith planted her soft lips against yours, invading your mouth with her tongue. It felt more than a simple kiss that’s born from just simple lust. It was caring, calm, and sweet like an apple, and you didn’t want to leave it. It felt too good as it had more emotion behind it.

“Is dat what’s eatin’ ya?” Granny Smith cooed, “Calculus, if dere’s one ting dat Ah’m known fer besides honesty, it’s bein’ strong. Ah know ya have ta go back ta yer own time. Don’t ya fret none, Ah promise dat Ah’ll remember always ya and keep yer secret safe.” Her words were filled with sincerity, despite having just met her moments ago. Like her future granddaughter, she was a lady of her word.

“Granny Smith...” You dove down for another kiss, planting your body squarely against hers. Holding her hands tightly in yours, you felt another connection form between the two of you. A big part of you loves her as if she’s the perfect woman for you, the one you’ve longed for. “I’ll definitely be staying to watch our child grow a bit...”

“Jus’ as l-long as ya go back ta da exact time dat ya left...” she replied, fighting back a moan as you picked up the pace of your thrusts. “F-Finally gettin’ r-rough again, are w-we...? AH!” You had grabbed one of her beautiful breasts again, roughly moving it in circles to give Granny more pleasure. They felt like sacks of warm pudding, easily malleable to your touch. For a second, you actually thought they were going to melt in your hands.

“E-Even after I go home... I-I’ll see if I can’t c-come back for a visit...!” you grunted and started to pull your lover’s nipple.

“J-Jus’ make sure... ya d-don’ travel ta a t-time where... Ah’m too old fer dis k-kind fun!” Part of it was meant to be a joke, so you let out a chuckle.

“D-Don’t worry about that... I know w-when to play things smart...” You started to plow Granny even faster, and she remained helpless and moaning as you held her down. Not wanting to stay in the same position all night, you turned her onto her side before scooting up behind her and putting your cock back into her pussy. This position was better to you, as it allowed you to hold her in an intimate and loving way.

“Y-Ya really like... m-mah body... don’t y-ya?” Granny teased, feeling you exploit the spooning position to once again grope her proud bust. You also remained close enough to plant some more kisses on her ticklish neck.

“I’m not j-just interested in your body...! Even if we just met today... I’ve come to g-genuinely care for you...!” Your voice was rising because you struggled to control the familiar pressure that was building up in your groin. “H-Hey Granny... I’m g-going to cum!”

“G-Go ahead...! Give me dat cream of yers! Ah want it all!” she demanded. “Don’ stop ‘til Ah’m full!”

“O-Okay... you asked f-for it!” With no reason to restrain yourself any longer, you let out the loudest groan of the night and finally unleashed your load inside Granny Smith. She stuck her tongue out as she felt your warm seed travel to her womb. The amount was incredible, even by your standards.

You reached over and rubbed Granny’s stomach, knowing she would inevitably get pregnant. “Ah have to admit, ya sure did a good job at givin’ meh some proper lovin’...” Granny Smith moaned with satisfaction, before giggling since your massage on her belly was starting to tickle. “No mattah how long ya end up stayin’, Ah know y’all will be a wondahful fathah...”

“I know, Granny Smith... I know...” you moaned back. “Listen, I just thought of a plan and it just might work. You see-” You couldn’t say another word, as Granny cut you off by moving on top of you and pressed her lips against yours.

“Save yer plans fer latah, honey...” Granny said with a tired smile. “Talkin’ ‘bout such things right now will jus’ ruin dis ‘ere nice moment...” Nodding slowly, you allowed the beautiful farmer to lay onto your chest, barely able to keep herself awake.

“Ah love ya...” she whispered.

“I love you too...” you whispered back before closing your eyes.