A Hot, Dry Encounter

"You kids have fun!" Granny Smith called after her grandchildren as they trotted down the road away from the farmhouse.

"Thanks, Granny!" Apple Bloom called back.

The elderly green mare waved after them, her joints creaking in protest as she did. After they disappeared around a corner, she hobbled into the house and promptly spit her dentures out onto the kitchen table before continuing to her rocking chair. It was time for a nap. She closed her eyes and drifted into a contented snooze.

Granny Smith awoke to three loud knocks on her door.

"Nye-wha?" she said as consciousness fuzzily returned to her. Three more knocks sounded against the large wooden door. "Now jusht who could that be?"

With a couple audible pops, she leaned forward onto her hooves and walked slowly to the door. Three more knocks came just as she neared it. "Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'. Hold yer horshesh," she said, reaching out to the doorknob. After fiddling about with it briefly, she pulled the door open to reveal a smiling Grand Pear.

"Ah... hey there, ya old crabapple," he said teasingly.

"Eh, and jusht what're you doin' here, ya prickly ole pear?" she asked.

"I just wanted to visit my family again. That is, if ya ain't gonna bite my head off," he said with a warm chuckle.

"Well, I ain't bitin' nushin' until I get my denturesh back in." Granny Smith waved him in and walked to the kitchen table to retrieve her false teeth. After picking them up in her mouth, she moved her jaw around to align and seat them properly. "Sorry to tell ya, but the young'uns left about an hour ago."

Grand Pear looked down, disappointed. Then almost immediately, he brightened back up.

"Well, actually, I wouldn't mind spending some alone time with you," he said with a sly smirk.

Granny Smith wasn't certain, but she felt she could detect a hint of perversion in his words and tone. She decided to play it safe and assume she had imagined it. "Oh, really? And what's an old fossil like you want with little old me?"

"Fossil? Heh, well, I suppose I do have a little... petrified wood," he said.

Hoo boy, he sure is forward, Granny Smith thought. She held back a snicker, unsurprised but entertained by the perverted stallion. She decided to make him work a little more.

"And just what's that supposed ta mean?" Granny Smith asked, narrowing one eye in a practiced glare she had honed over many years spent catching foals being smartasses. Grand Pear withered as his confidence faltered.

"Ehm... I'm just... a lonely old stallion," he said, looking away from her.

"Wanted a roll in the hay with ole Gushin' Granny Smith, eh?"

Grand Pear widened his eyes. "Ah, well I-I mean, if you're offerin'?" he stuttered. She enjoyed flustering him.

"Aw, c'mere, ya coot," she said, leaning in to kiss him.

As their wrinkled lips met, they both softly moaned their approval through their noses. Grand Pear pulled away, smiling.

"Been a while, hasn't it?" he said. His heart thumped faster as he went in for seconds.

The two mature ponies parted their lips, letting their tongues wrestle, like damp dish towels pressing together and exchanging gray water. Grand Pear's roughly textured muscle eagerly prodded at the faintly-defined rift where denture met gums, widening the cavity and entering hungrily. The texture and taste was not unlike flavorless gelatin, which prompted him to delve deeper, exploring the smooth, slick mouthflesh of his old friend.

Granny Smith pulled back, panting. She wiggled her jaw to reseat her false teeth. "Grand Pear, you... naughty old codger," she said. She spit her dentures out, letting them clatter directly onto the floor and moved back in for more.

Grand Pear's tongue, with unrestricted access to the mare's mouth, explored every bump and curve of her toothless maw. She bit down gently, chewing on the invader playfully with harmless nibbles. This went on until the two needed to breathe.

As they again broke away, both panting in excitement, they stared deeply into each other's eyes. They missed their old intimate encounters, quick and hateful sex under a pear or apple tree. They had also never had sex on good terms, so they were also excited to try something new.

Granny Smith moved forward, past the stallion's head and hugged him. Her hoof stroked down along his neck and back, then down his side and under his barrel. He gasped lightly and stiffened as her hoof came into contact with his erect stallionhood. The stiff member throbbed upward and slapped his belly in response.

"Mmm, you washn't kiddin' about that petrified wood, hm?" Granny Smith teased.

"Nnh. W-well, seein' you here alone might have brought back some... memories," he said biting his lower lip

She curled her hoof around his elongated raisin of a cock, cradling it in her fetlock, and began stroking the wrinkled appendage softly, her knobby leg working back and forth along it.

"A-ah, just as good as I remember," Grand Pear said.

Granny Smith's nethers itched for attention and her tail flagged as her desire built up inside her. Giving Grand Pear a hoofjob always got her going.

"Whaddya shay we move thish into my bedroom?" she suggested.

"Mmh," he grunted, nodding eagerly.

As the two horny seniors struggled their way up the stairs, Grand Pear took a peek at the wrinkled green ass on display in front of him. He remembered how firm and sexy it used to be back in the day. While its beauty had certainly declined with age, the memories it brought back were more than enough to keep his erection going strong. He couldn't wait to be deep inside her again, moaning her name as he-

"Okay, here we are," she said, pressing open the first door on her left. Inside, there was a large four poster bed, neatly made and covered with a green blanket that was decorated with red apples. She shuffled directly to the side of it and promptly laid her front half on it, wiggling her rear half that was still supported by her hind legs. Grand Pear approached her like a predator stalking prey and licked his lips hungrily. He reared up, his joints flaring with pain that he did his best to ignore, and mounted the aged mare.

After lining up his cock to her entrance, he pressed forward to penetrate her, only to be stopped by lips as dry as a desert road. He prodded at her folds with his warm tip, trying to find an angle that would allow him inside. It felt like he was trying to open a cardboard box with his dick, which in a sense, he supposed he was. When he finally sank a quarter inch into her, he kept that angle and worked his hips back and forth, slowly filling her sandpapery depths with his withered stallionhood. Progress was slow, but after a couple solid minutes of working it in, he found himself hilted inside her arid treasure.

"Ah... sho full," she said. "Now, rut me like a farm animal."

He tried. Dear sweet Celestia, he tried. But her inner walls were so painfully desiccated, he could hardly move. He pulled back, creating a soft audible scraping sound, as he did. After his medial ring came out of her, pulling a small clump of dry flakes with it, he pushed back in slowly. He slowly built a rhythm of grating outward pulls followed by slow and scraping thrusts forward.

Granny Smith, for her part, was enjoying the feeling of having her ancient, shriveled depths filled with a stallion for the first time in decades. She didn't know why he was going so slow. It was fine, though, since she wasn't sure her hips could take a harsh pounding. Still, it was exactly the kind of feeling she had been missing for over half her life.

Grand Pear didn't know how much longer he could continue, as his own hips began to protest. He wasn't sure if he would be able to finish, as rutting her felt like making love to an apple tree. Or, he thought, maybe a pear tree! He grunted at the thought of the forbidden pleasure and closed his eyes. In his mind, he was now burying his sensitive length in a hollow of one of his beloved pear trees. He picked up his pace slightly as arousal took root in his mind. Granny Smith writhed and moaned below him as he quickly neared his climax.

"Nnh... gonna cum," he said through clenched teeth

"Mmh, yesh, gimme yer apple sheed!" Granny Smith wailed.

Grand Pear, ignoring the "apple" part of her comment, climaxed. He moaned as his cock spasmed inside her, tip flaring and keeping his length trapped within her clutching depths. Little puffs of white powdery air erupted from the tip of his member as he came. Inside her, barely audible, there was a dry little poot... poot... poot.

"The hell wash that?" Granny Smith asked, trying to turn her head to see what the sound was.

Grand Pear didn't respond, simply slumping forward on her. Soft snores came from his muzzle.

"Are... are you ashleep?" she asked, incredulous. She tried to writhe free from under him, but he was stuck to her like caramel to an apple. "Dag nabbit, git offa me, ya old geezer!"

Her hip couldn't take more of her struggling, however, so she eventually gave up. Half standing, with the Pear's length wedged inside the vicelike grip of her marehood, she shrugged and laid her head on the bed, closing her eyes. She drifted off into a peaceful sleep, where she dreamed of her loving grandchildren.