Poor, Poor Pitiful Me...

It had been a wonderful three days with that stranger, but, alas, it was now over. Applejack sighed as she sat on the Family porch the morning after he'd gone home, a cup of apple juice in hand, staring wistfully at the rising Sun. It was an otherwise beautiful day; the birds were singing, the Sun's rays were peeking over the tops of the far trees and casting Her golden rays among the leaves. A sweet breeze was blowing softly, bringing close the scents of the nearby Forest with its many flowers and fragrant plants...she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing the peaceful scene to take her mind off her troubles, if only for a few minutes.

She opened her eyes, took a sip of her juice, and sighed again. She honestly didn't know how she'd become so...randy. Sure, she'd been paying close attention to males before that day in the orchard with her brother, but ever since then, it was as if a fire had been lit between her legs and throat...and she simply craved male attention! So far, she and Mac had been able to keep their..."fun"...times secret from Granny and Apple Bloom, but she knew Granny at least wasn't naive...she'd catch on sooner or later if she hadn't already. And speaking of Mac, that was another problem: he still refused, no matter how she tried to entice him or beg, to pound her where she really wanted him to! He was so afraid of getting her pregnant that he wouldn't take the chance, and she honestly couldn't blame him.

It didn't solve her problem, though.

Behind her, she heard the porch door creak open, and she turned to see the Family matriarch walking out to join her. Applejack smiled up at her. "Mornin' Granny! Yer up early..." Though she spoke in a cheery tone, she still felt a twinge of envy. Whether it was by Earth pony magic, or Apple Family genes, or something specific to the elderly mare herself, she didn't look a day over thirty, despite her advanced age. Her breasts were just as big, if not bigger than Applejack's, and just as gravity-defying. Her legs were long, smooth, and taut, and her ass was just as bouncy and bubilicious as a mare a third her age! She was currently wearing a long, see-through nightie over a bra, garter belt, thin panties, and dark stockings, finishing the look with fluffy bunny slippers. Her only feature that might have indicated her age was a few lines on her face, but even those were barely noticeable.

"Good mornin' child," she replied, as she seated herself down next to her and crossed her legs. She placed her hands on her lap and said, "So...whut's goin' on wit yew and Mac?"

Applejack startled and looked sharply at her. "Wh...whut dew yew mean?!"

The older mare smiled and waved a hand dismissively. "Ah may be old, but Ah ain't stupid, gal. Ah dun seen the looks yew two have bin givin' each other these past few weeks, and Ah knows whut they mean!" She leaned in closer to her granddaughter as her smile grew more salacious. "Yew two hav' bin goin' at it like a couple o' wild cats, an' from the way Mac has bin actin' yew shore have bin suckin' his dick jus' right!"

Applejack's eyes flew open wide. "Granny!"

Granny chuckled loud and long. "Ah, me. Yew should see yore face!" She took a few moments to compose herself, then said, "Child, yew ain't got nuthin' to be ashamed of. We Apple mares hav' bin takin' care of our males since the beginnin'! Apple boys are always born wit the biggest cocks, an' few mares kin take 'em on." She leaned closer and lowered her voice. "Tell me: the first time yew sucked his dick, was it hard to git it down yore throat?"

Applejack stared at her, then she smiled and slowly shook her head. "N...no, it wasn't! It was like...Ah'd bin doin' it all mah life!"

Granny sat back and grinned. "There, yew see? Yer an Apple, through and through! Only an Apple gal could take on a cock that big and not choke the first time!"

Applejack smiled back, then the implication of her grandmother's words finally hit her. "Wait...how do yew know how big Mac's cock is?!"

The MILF turned and stared off into the distance as her eyes grew dreamy while she ran a finger over her soft. full lips. "Let's jus' say Ah've had to..."sooth" him to sleep a few times, afore yew and Apple Bloom were old enuff to take care of him..."

She still stared at her, not knowing if she was aroused or shocked. Finally, she stuttered, "R...really?"

The older mare turned and gave her a sultry smile. "That boy works his tail off fer the farm, an' he deserves a nice reward fer all his efforts! Yew gals couldn't do it yet, he's still too shy to ask any mares in Town to be his marefriend, so that left it up ta me ta gladly suck that big ole dick and drain them balls of all that creamy, tasty cum!" She lowered her voice again and added, "...and he just loves bendin' me over an' givin' it to me in mah ass or slammin' me down on mah back an' fuckin' mah brains out...though Ah cain't walk straight fer days after!" She giggled like a teenager and added, "The boy's got an insatiable appetite fer sex, an' he likes it rough!"

Applejack sat back and stared out over the Farm, trying to process what she'd just learned. So that was why she'd seen the mare hobbling around the house a few times a week! She'd thought she was just feeling her age! She looked at her grandmother out of the corner of her eye, then turned back to looking out over the Farm. It also explained the strange smile she had on her face all the time as well! Another surge of envy hit her, but she forced it down.

However, she forgot she was dealing with the very person who knew her better than she knew herself.

"Ah kin read yew like a book, sugarcube. Yer jealous, ain't ya?"

The thought of lying briefly crossed her mind, but she quickly pushed it away and nodded. "Yeah, Granny...Ah am." She turned and faced her. "So...how long hav' yew two bin...lovers?"

The older hottie's eyes grew wide, then she broke into laughter. "Lovers?! Ain't yew bin listenin', child?! Ah ain't his lover, Ah'm his relief! Ah make mahself available whenever he needs his cock sucked, or when he needs a fat, bubble ass to fuck, or a hot, wet, tight pussy to pound! He jus' uses mah body fer his pleasure!"

The younger mare was taken aback. "Wait...ain't that...degrading?"

Madame Smith snorted. "What's so "degrading" about keepin' yore males happy? Besides, Ah luvs suckin' dick an' gittin a belly full of cum, so it's fun fer me, too!" She sighed again as a dreamy look crossed her face, "Ah luuuvs watchin' a guy's face while Ah suck his dick...waitin' fer that moment when he starts to shoot down mah throat an' Ah gits ta swaller ever drop of his creamy, deeelicious man milk..." She gave her granddaughter a no-nonsense look and continued. "Now, Ah want yew ta git these new-fangled notions about bein' "degraded" outta yore head...we wuz made ta please stallions, an' we're awful good at it!" She placed her hands under her tits and gave them a healthy squeeze. "Why dew yew think we gots these? An' why dew yew think all a feller has ta dew is look at 'em, an it drives him crazy?! An' as fer yore big bruther, fer all the hard work he's dun, an' fer makin' shore we're all fed come winter, if'n Ah kin make him feel 'happy' by sucking his dick 'til his balls are dry an' lettin' him use me like a fucktoy, then that's the least Ah kin do!"

She closed her eyes, pressed her thighs harder together and shivered. "...Land's sake, gal! Talkin' like this has got me all hot an' bothered..." She placed a hand on her forehead, then said, "Ah kin see sumthin' else is bothering yew though. Whut iz it?"

But Applejack remained silent for a few moments. If Big Mac was being satisfied by their gorgeous older mare, then maybe he didn't need her? Even so, Granny had asked her a question, so she deserved an answer.

"Mac sez he won't let us dew nuthin' but blowjobs and anal, cuz he don't want to git me pregnant."

Granny's face brightened. "Iz that all?! Jus' yew wait here!" She quickly got up and went back into the house, leaving the blonde, freckled mare silent and confused. When Granny came back a few minutes later, she was holding a small, green bottle of white pills. Taking her seat again, she said, "Ah shoulda guessed yew were havin' this problem, sweetheart, but yew shoulda come to me and told me whut yew wuz goin' through." She gave her the bottle and said, "Yew just take one of these a week, an' yew ain't gotta worry about no unwanted foals."

Applejack stared at the bottle as tears began to fall down her cheeks, then she threw her arms around her matron.

"THANK YEW, Granny!!"