Author's Note

Howdy, reader! In case the title didn’t make it obvious, this smut heavy chapter features our human hero having his wholesome way with ~~Big Mac~~ Orchard Blossom, and then with Granny Smith. If that don’t appeal to your particular sensibilities, feel free to tap that “Next” button and mosey right along to the next chapter, where John will finally be reunited with Cherry Jubilee!

The Apple Family Challenge, Round 4: Orchard Blossom and Granny Smith

“A-Apple Bloom, are you asleep?” John whispered gently, leaning over the snoring mare. He certainly didn’t want to wake the little troublemaker up, but he knew that if he left Sweet Apple Acres without fully pleasuring Applejack’s sister, he may as well never return!

Fortunately, Apple Bloom’s only response was a most undignified trumpet blast from her recently vacated rear, followed by the squishy plopping sounds of a leaking anal creampie. Even in sleep, it seemed, Apple Bloom was a rude and uncouth brat... yet all the cuter for it, John had to admit!

Thoughtfully placing a towel beneath the young mare’s ruined bunghole, John gently pulled Apple Bloom’s blanket over her snoring form, setting her sticky dildo beside her like a cuddly teddy bear. “There you are, darling,” he whispered. “Dream sweet dreams of Cody Honeycolt’s sweaty horseballs in your mouth.”

John then stood up straight, stretched and cracked his back, feeling a familiar pressure begin to build once more in his crotch. “Geeze, who’d have thought I’d still be horny, after all that?” he mused. “I better pick up that cider and run back to Cherry’s place before she heads to sleep.” He shook his head with a rueful smile. “Oh, Miss Jubilee, you just about got me on a leash! Why, here I am, not one minute out of a young gal’s virgin behind, and I’m back to thinking of that powerful marehood of yours... I sure hope you’ll have time to ‘squeeze me in’ tonight!”

Chuckling at his own joke, John tiptoed his cheerful way down the creaking stairs of the farmhouse, seeking the exit to this house of delights... only to stop dead, dumbstruck by a most unexpected sight in the drawing room!

By the light of a homey oil lamp, a full bodied blonde mare wearing a truly luxurious gown lay stretched out upon a fainting couch which definitely hadn’t been here before. The voluptuous red-furred cutie batted sinfully long eyelashes at John, fanning herself gently with a folding fan depicting an apple tree in full bloom. Though her body quivered and her face was all virginal innocence, a steamy, filthy passion burned in her smouldering green eyes.

“Well, well,” John marvelled with the raise of an eyebrow. “Who is this dazzling debutante?”

“M-mah name’s Orchard Blossom, sir, an’ I‘m Applejack’s cousin.” The nervous mare’s accent was similar to Cherry Jubilee’s, yet there was a *power* to it which John found oddly familiar.

“This truly is a family of beauties,” John mused. “A cousin, eh?”

“Eeyup... I mean, yes sir, that’s correct.” Somehow, a blush overtook Orchard Blossom’s already red and heavily rouged cheeks. “I‘m visitin’ from Appleloosa, way over yonder. That’s why I talk so durn purdy, jes the way ya like it, ya dumb sexy human...”

John suddenly realized that his shirt was soaked in the fragrant squirt from Apple Bloom’s anal maregasms, and that Orchard Blossom’s keen pony nose would surely pick up the scent. Frantically he undid the rough celluloid buttons, hoping to somehow hide the evidence of his filthy romp upstairs, but as he unbuttoned his shirt, his bare chest only seemed to gather more attention from the eager eyed mare before him! She took in her breath and her tongue traced the well lipsticked outline of her mouth as she fantasized about kissing every bit of that hairy chest... then making it heave with moans of pleasure!

Finally abandoning his shirt altogether, the bare chested human knelt before the fainting couch and gallantly took the fan from the voluptuous mare atop it. “Allow me, please,” he soothed. “Such delicate hooves as yours should never have to perform hard labour.” With gentle motions John began to wave cool air across Orchard Blossom’s quivering muzzle. With his other hand he clasped a large hoof, gently bringing its red velvet frog to his lips for a tender kiss. “Oh, sweet Orchard Blossom, what a fortuitous meeting! You truly are a queen among ponies!”

“Ya ain’t half wrong bout that...” Orchard Blossom admitted.

“Please, my beloved, forgive me for running my mouth, instead of instantly dropping to my knees and seeing to your every need.” John’s eager eyes devoured the flawless mare before him, even as Orchard enthusiastically took in the sweat covered muscles of John’s powerful chest and withers. “Oh, what beauty, what effortless grace — I live to serve you!”

“E-enuff o’ yer sweet talkin, John,” Orchard mumbled. She brushed away a wisp of bouffant blonde mane, all the better for John to gaze into her deep and longing eyes. “I know what yer up to, an’ I aim ta make sure ya‘ll don’t set one hoof in that dadblamed Cherry Hill Ranch tonight.”

“Oh, dear.” Now it was John who blushed. “Then you know the true nature of my relationship with your family. I’d hoped I might pass as a humble farmhoof... a stallion, however rough, who might be worthy of gazing upon your beauty.”

“Ain‘t nothin’ wrong with patronizin’ a local business!” Orchard Blossom insisted. “But yew take it too far! A gentlestallion oughter indulge his needs in a wholesome, family environment, not go out rompin’ with every hussy an’ bussy in town. Why, I’ll save ya from that house o’ sin down the road, no matter what it takes. Even if it means sacrificin’ mah own delicate marehood...”

“Let’s not rush things,” John urged, even as his cock twitched at the thought of being the lucky male to deflower this beautiful mare. “I’d like to get to know you, first. May I kiss your heavenly lips?”

“Wish ya would, already...”

John leaned in for a slow and gentle kiss which swiftly brought Orchard Blossom’s powerful hooves to the back of his head. His lips were firmly pulled against hers as their tongues touched in the middle. John felt a bit of guilt at how very much he was enjoying this kiss, but he pushed the feeling down. After all, there was nothing official between him and Cherry Jubilee, not yet...

At last John parted his lips from the beautiful mare’s, so that he might murmur his appreciation into her ear. “Orchard Blossom, why you’ve made me just about the luckiest stallion alive.”

“Aww, kissin’ a human, it’s just like I always dreamed...” A naughty twinkle shone in Orchard Blossom’s deep green eyes. “Now, let’s see that stallionhood that mah sis—mah cousin loves so much.”

John instantly stood and began to work his belt, only to find the forward mare reaching out and stroking the very visible bulge in his trousers. “Oh mah stars...” she whispered. “That’s him, an’ no mistake... proud feller, ain’t he?”

“You made him like this, gorgeous,” John smiled. You, and your cousin’s damned magical sex-cake, that is! Still, having stumbled upon a chance to bed a gentlemare like Orchard Blossom, he wasn’t complaining...

Biting her lip, the shy Orchard Blossom worked up the courage to make a very lewd request. “Take ’im out fer me... would ya please?”

“With pleasure.” John swiftly shucked his boots, jeans and underwear, leaving him standing in his stockings before the appreciative mare. Orchard Blossom’s strong yet delicate hooves gently clasped the throbbing cock that praised her with its very stiffness, sending great gouts of precum erupting from its spongy head to slicken her hooves. A strange rustling sounded beneath Orchard’s hoop skirt as she gently stroked the monster before her like a beloved pet.

“Oh, he’s a bigun’...” she marvelled. She drew her hoof to her lips and sampled John’s copiously leaking precum. “Biggest I ever seen! Why, this’d make any stallion feel like he ain’t no stallion at all!”

With a quirk of an eyebrow, Paul let his hand brush Orchard Blossom’s cheek. “Say, I think you might not be quite as innocent as you let on. How many cocks have made your blessed acquaintance, anyways?”

“Mainly jes the one,” Orchard Blossom admitted, “though I gotta say I’m eager ta make it two. Say, ya don’t mind mares who have a lil’ somethin’ ‘extra,’ do ya?”

“Certainly not, my delicious apple dumpling.” The nude human dared to reach down Orchard’s barrel, squeezing her thick and powerful plot beneath her rustling dress. “As far as I’m concerned, all of this is just more to love.”

“So glad ta hear ya say that.” Orchard Blossom breathed a sigh of relief. “Some stallions can git downright judgmental.”

“Ain’t it the truth?” John chuckled. “No judgement here, beautiful. I reckon myself a sensible man, which is to say, a man who appreciates all women. Now, why don’t we start the night off right, with a nice, romantic blowjob?”

“Oh, I’d love to, sugarcube. After all, family’s always here ta lend a helpin’ mouth.” Orchard Blossom brought the leaking head of John’s cock to her delicate nostrils and gave the meat a hearty sniff. “Mmm, an’ is that Apple Bloom’s tender scent I smell? Bless you, John, I believe cock just don’t taste right less it’s been seasoned first!”

Orchard Blossom quickly went to work on John’s meat, kissing and sucking with many a GLURK! and a sputter. She wasn’t as skilled as Apple Bloom, let alone Applejack, but her innocent inexperience only endeared this classy mare to John even more. After all, that Victoria lady over in England probably didn’t suck much dick, either. When the Queen herself got on her knees for you, you knew you were a special guy indeed!

As Orchard Blossom devotedly licked and slurped at her first hearty helping of human meat, John gently moved his hand beneath those voluminous skirts. He knew that every woman likes to be rubbed or licked while she goes down on her man — even more so if she’s not being paid to suck him off! Yet as his fingers probed those scandalously sexy petticoats, John encountered a development that left him utterly floored for the second time that night. Far from the wet pussy he expected to be treating to a finger or two, his hand swiftly encountered a huge set of balls and a musky, fully packed dicksheath!

“Golly, this is new,” the human mused. “How might I pleasure my lovely Orchard Blossom?” John reached up the length of his partner’s quivering mareprick and rubbed a finger around the leaking, drooling flare. “Surely a refined mare like you enjoys a gentle, loving stroke, so far from the rough treatment I give my own on lonely nights.”

Orchard gasped as the human’s hand gently squeezed her balls, teasing her reluctant girth out from its sheath. Her hooves fumbled for the human’s cock and her lips pressed against its flare, desperate to keep its maleness inside her. “P-please, John, pay no mind ta mah insignificant clitty,” she whined.

“Now then, she ain’t as little as all that,” John chided. “Near as big as mine, judging by the feel.”

“B-but I don’t want no handjob! I want yew ta claim mah delicate marehood, an’ be mah very first stud!”

“Orchard Blossom, you are simply full of surprises.” The naked human pulled his flare from Orchard Blossom’s eager maw, drawing many a strand of her spit after him. Reaching beneath his lover’s hindquarters, he gallantly raised and shifted Orchard Blossom’s fine and fancy skirts over her broad hips, taking the opportunity to let his hands roam along her muscular and truly enormous plot.

“But, where might I find this delicate marehood you speak so highly of?” he asked. “Could it be that you’ve got both back here — say, has anypony ever told you your cutie mark looks like Big Mac’s?”

“We’s all got apple cutie marks, we’s the Apple family!” Un-ladylike droplets of sweat poured from Orchard Blossom’s prone body as she stuttered out this rationalization. “Ya big ol’ human dummy! Why are ya even lookin’ at mah cutie mark, when ya should be lavishin’ mah wet an’ achin’ marehood with yer lovin’ attention?”

Kneeling at the foot of his queen’s couch, the curious human gently probed one hand down the deep and delightfully scented canyon of Orchard Blossom’s ass crack. After much fumbling he located at last the twitching, desperate “marehood” Orchard Blossom was praising so highly.

“Oh, there she is,” John sighed with relief. He gently stroked the eager pucker as he laid tender kisses on that warm and bounteous red flank. “I’m awful sorry, sweetheart, I don’t know what I was thinking.” This whole setup was a bit unusual, but as far as John was concerned, a lady’s word was not to be questioned! “Your feminine wiles must have my brain all confused. If your marehood is willing to forgive my rudeness, I’d like to apologize to her up close and personal.”

Orchard Blossom coyly fanned herself as a loving smile spread across her muzzle. "That’d mean the world, John. I know yew ain’t a bad sort, jes a lil’ rough round the edges.”

“Well now, Miss Orchard Blossom’s marehood, I do regret my churlish behaviour, and offer a humble apology to your good self.” Doffing his hat and holding it to his chest, John knelt before his lover and sank his bristly cheeks deep, deep into the appley musk of Orchard Blossom’s sweaty plot. Planting a kiss upon the welcoming marehood at the bottom, he eagerly began to work the already lubricated hole with his tongue.

Though he spent most of his time teasing marehoods of teardrop shape, John was no stranger to the pleasures of the puckered variety. His tongue lightly stroked Orchard Blossom’s rounded lips, then delved inside, gently at first but with ever increasing passion as he found his lungs filled with feminine musk and his heart filled with pure horsefucking lust. Again and again his spit sloppy mouth worked that wet hole, and his dexterous fingers dared to reach up and fondle Orchard Blossom’s balls once more, swelling her thick clit to its full length and letting it slap against her tiny, underdeveloped teats.

“All is forgiven, mah lovely human,” Orchard Blossom sighed romantically, as her eager marehood squeezed against John’s probing tongue. “Oh, yew’ve set mah girl parts all aflutter! Now, yew gonna take mah virginity er what?”

John would have happily gobbled that delicious pony-hole all night — not that the night had long to run! But when Orchard Blossom made her sweet request John kissed her pucker goodbye, ran his tongue one more time up her tasty taint, and looked up into her big green eyes to ensure that she was serious.

“Now, are you sure about this, Miss Blossom?” he asked. “After all, I’m just a humble mill worker — a gal’s first time ought to be with someone special.”

The lovestruck mare simply smiled as she met the wondrous human’s gaze. “Why, John, the way you look at me,” she sighed, “there ain’t a stallion in Equestria could make tonight more special than yew already have.”

“Then let’s cap the evening with sweetest passion, my darling.” Laying Orchard Blossom on her back and positioning her rump in the air, John gently positioned her hind legs close against her barrel as he guided her into the only position he considered good enough for a mare’s first sexual experience: the mating press. Orchard Blossom’s breath caught as she looked up and saw close up the rock hard chest beneath John’s unbuttoned shirt. Oh, how he towered above her as he put her in her place! So strong, yet so caring and gentle!

John brushed the head of his prick up and down the valley between Orchard Blossom’s sweaty, horny cheeks. “Now, you might have a little trouble walking in the morning,” he cautioned. He briefly pictured the girls at the Cherry Hill Ranch and their discomfort the day after he first claimed their plots: especially Derpy’s sloppier-than-usual flying and Tree Hugger’s special “medicated” ointment. “You ain’t got nothing planned for tomorrow? No big cotillion or quilting bee?”

“Don’t ya worry bout me,” Orchard Blossom assured. “Us Apples are big girls, made ta take big human cocks. Please, John, I can’t wait no longer fer mah handsome prince!”

As the smiling John pressed the fat crown of his cock against Orchard Blossom’s accepting marehood, the fiercest blush yet spread across her face and she stammered, her long eyelashes fluttering like a conductor’s baton, each beat of her eyelids sending blood pumping through John’s steel stiff erection as it gently navigated one petticoat after another, seeking a pussy like none he’d experienced before. For one little flicker of worry still tugged at Orchard’s tender heart.

“J-John, you been so dang sweet, I gotta confess somethin’,” she admitted, her voice quavering. “I ain’t been entirely honest with ya.”

John leaned forward and stroked Orchard Blossom’s blushing cheek as the gargantuan crown of his prick finally met the sweet embrace of her marehood and the tip pressed gently inside. “It’s alright, sugarcube, I already know.”

“Y-ya do?”

“Those obviously ain’t your real eyelashes, and I don’t care. Anything that helps a mare feel pretty and desirable is alright with me.”

“Oh, gosh, well then, by all means... oh by Celestia yer huge... y-ya really think I’m pretty?”

John chuckled. “Can’t recall ever seeing an ugly woman.” The first inch of thick, sizzling hot cock pressed its way into Orchard Blossom’s welcoming insides, making her lovely green eyes roll back in her head. “Every one of you has your own special spark inside, makes you beautiful beyond words.” John grunted with pleasure and involuntarily moved his hips forward, sending another length of girthy malehood into the receptive mare beneath him.

A feeling of bliss overtook John as Orchard Blossom’s marehood closed tightly about the flare of his cock. Unlike Apple Bloom, she’d taken the widest part of him without difficulty. Now it was simply a matter of patiently, gently, fucking the rest of himself into her, and bringing pleasure to them both.

After several near climaxes and many a whimpered cry of “Awe, John, awe, John!” the lucky human soon had some — but by no means all — of his majestic girth situated in Orchard Blossom’s feminine garden. John had always preferred gentle, romantic lovemaking, and was grateful that Orchard Blossom wasn’t the rough, demanding sort — quite unlike her cousins! With a lovely mare like this, he wanted to take his time and make it last.

“If you feel a maregasm coming on, just let it happen,” John invited her. “But be warned, I’m a man with a powerful hunger for the female sort, and I ain’t stopping til I take my pleasure, deep inside you.” Gripping Orchard Blossom’s hips, he began to began to stretch her insides with long, slow strokes.

Orchard Blossom gasped and panted as John patiently, firmly carried her towards a peak she was already climbing. “I’m gonna cum already!” She burst out with a whimper. “P-please, John, don’t look at mah clitty as I climax! It’s too embarassin’!”

“Oh, darling,” John whispered, his nose caressing Orchard Blossom’s and his tongue tracing the curves of her well lipsticked lips, “Why would I look anywhere except your beautiful eyes while we make love?”

“Unnnh! Oh, John, oh, Celestia, here it cums!” Thick, sticky fluid shot forth from the flare of Orchard Blossom’s surprisingly large clit as the beast of a human atop her pounded this refined lady like a cheap whorse. A blushing virgin no more, Orchard Blossom had been officially, and most joyously deflowered! John’s mouth pressed against hers as she came, his strong arms holding her about the barrel, his fevered grunts of pleasure echoing in her ears as his hips moved atop hers with speed and power.

“John, oh, John, it‘s everythin’ I ever dreamed!” John simply smiled and kept giving Orchard Blossom the fucking she needed, kissing her with passion and thrusting ever deeper into her clasping, needy marehood. Snorting and whinnying, claimed by a human’s powerful kiss as a thigh shuddering climax overwhelmed her mating-pressed body, sweet little Orchard was thinking she should have joined the “family business” long ago...

The merest ember of dawn’s light painted the apple orchards, and the sounds of stirring roosters serenaded the air as John finally staggered out of the farmhouse, having gone an incredible three rounds with the nigh insatiable Orchard Blossom. Heedless of the hour, he lay his back to the wall of the house and put a hand to his chest, grinning and breathing heavily.

“Oh, I must say,” John muttered, his head echoing with the thump of his pounding heart. “Equestria’s got all manner of mares — it feels like a fellow learns something every day! Oh, Orchard Blossom, you delicate jewel!” The handsome human leapt happily about the wooden porch, seemingly about to swoon. “If it wasn’t for Miss Jubilee’s powerful hold on my heart... oh, how happy we’d be together!”

As John pranced about, the tender head of his stiff erection rubbed against his jeans, and he looked down with annoyance at the thick bulge that still tented his trousers. “Gosh, that cake of AJ‘s ain’t never gonna let up,” he muttered. “I’d better scram, before I lose control and end up despoiling Miss Blossom’s innocence yet again. I sure hope Tree Hugger’s still awake — I reckon I can just about see to those ‘munchies’ of hers, with what I got left in my nuts.”

Having now put Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Orchard Blossom to bed with a hard fucking apiece, John assumed his escape from Sweet Apple Acres was assured. Yet he was abruptly brought up short as he turned towards the front porch and witnessed the sight of sour faced Granny Smith sitting on her rocker. The stingy, tight-hooved proprietress of the farm and the brothel was working a set of knitting needles in her hooves as she rocked back and forth in a soothing rhythm.

This in itself was nothing new, nor was the usual scowl the elderly nag had on her muzzle. But with his keen eye for mares, John noticed a distinct difference in Granny Smith’s appearance from the last time he’d “visited” the Apple family. Tonight, her wrinkled and sunken lips were scandalously decorated with a coat of vivid lipstick. Furthermore, this was not the subtle and understated shade that might help a distinguished elder mare shine in her golden years, but a bright and garish pink more suited to a teenaged schoolfilly with a fake ID!

John did his best to smile at the intimidating matriarch of the Apple family, putting out of his mind what he’d just done to her eager granddaughters’ horsey holes — not to mention taking the maidenhead of a visiting cousin! At least Big Mac didn’t seem to be around... John didn’t know how he could look that sturdy fellow in the eye after tonight!

“A-and a very good evening to you, Granny Smith.” John found his tongue at last.

“Hrrrmph,” snorted the cranky old mare. John’s heart nearly stopped — was she aware of the depredations he’d just performed on the innocent Orchard Blossom? Granny was nearly deaf, but even she must have heard those bellows of mareish pleasure from the drawing room!

“I-I reckoned you were sleeping, so I left the bits on the table.” John carefully edged his feet towards the porch stairs that offered the chance of escape, not wanting to arouse the wrath of the Apple clan’s unquestioned chief. “20 bits for the night, as we agreed, plus 50 for the cider. That’ll be all, I take it... you take care of that lumbago, now...”

Yet the moment John set one foot on those stairs, Granny Smith grunted and dropped her knitting on her lap. The human froze instantly and shrank as if beneath a predator’s gaze. “An’ jes where do ya think yer goin’, boy?” the fearsome mare growled. Raising a hoof to her mouth, Granny Smith pulled out her dentures with a loud slurping sound, revealing a wet and toothless mouth beneath. Strangely alluring lips swiftly collapsed in on bare gums, forming a sloppy, wet, and blazing pink orifice that pulsed with a powerful suction.

John just had to smile while stepping back up and undoing his belt yet again. “Well, ma’am, I reckon I ain’t going anywhere for a good while yet,” he stated respectfully. “Not with all this Apple family hospitality I seem to find falling into my lap tonight.”

“Thas’ right,” Granny’s voice came out garbled and barely intelligible, both from her absent teeth and from the large, swollen head of the human prick that was being rapidly introduced between her bright pink lips. “Family’s always here ta lend a helping—glllmph!”

Gripping Granny Smith’s bun of silver white hair, John palmed her skull in one vast human hand and pumped his heavy girth down her throat in a single motion. Her empty gums clenched tightly about the mass of intruding meat and her puckered mouth began a vacuum suction, backed by over 60 years of cocksucking experience. The residue of Orchard Blossom’s delightfully musky marehood was instantly sucked off of John’s prick, replaced with a thin sheen of Granny’s shocking pink lipstick.

John straddled Granny Smith’s rocking chair, which moved steadily back and forth as he settled into his rhythm of powerful, balls deep throatfucking. Groans of pleasure came from his slack, drooling mouth, and Granny Smith smiled to herself as the human’s studcock plumbed her esophagus as if trying to unclog a stubborn drain. Heh, Granny’s still got it, she cackled mentally. O’ course, the lipstick helps... “Bubble Bimbo Pink” never fails to reel in the stallions, an’ tell em exactly what this mouth is for!

In truth, Granny Smith hadn’t pulled out her secret weapon for years, ever since her daughter-in-law Pear Butter took over the farm’s cocksucking duties. Yet in her youth she’d applied “Bubble Bimbo Pink” every evening, just before kneeling before her gathered farmhooves and draining their balls down her voracious throat, one — or sometimes two! — at a time. The promise of a nightly blowjob from Ponyville’s most gorgeous mare kept the farm’s labour costs down, and her husband did love to watch her suck her way through the crowd...

“Much obliged for this here facefuck, Granny,” John chuckled as he hilted the equine octagenarian upon the unfamiliar shape of his shaft. “My cock’s just had one humdinger of a new experience, and I daresay he don’t know right from left at this point. But one thing always seems to calm the beast — wet, slippery marethroats.”

Again and again the strong human stud bounced Granny Smith’s head up and down his shaft, forcing his endless log of manbeef down her gagless throat only to yank every inch right back out and repeat the pleasurable motion. Salty sweat began to pour down John’s face and back with the force of his exertions, and Granny Smith’s nostrils flared with the delightful scent that reached her nose every time his fat and overtaxed nuts slapped her sagging chin.

A lesser mare would have lost her dinner beneath such a brutal throat-pummeling, yet Granny Smith’s latest meal stayed securely in her stomach as she rocked serenely back and forth in her chair, enjoying the sensation she thought she’d never feel again. Once more she’d driven a powerful, hungry young stallion to the brink of passion, firing his lust beyond reason, inspiring him to take control of her head and obliterate her throat!

For his part, John was learning what few stallions his age ever discovered: behind that sour expression sat a full service fleshlight of unparalleled power! Granny Smith’s beauty had faded over the decades, but her mouth hadn’t lost one bit of its suction. Long before Applejack discovered her destiny as Equestria’s most desirable courtesan, it was this mouth that had sucked the Apple family to wealth and prominence. The rich, the powerful... even Dukes and Princes had once stood in line for Sweet Apple Acres’ “cider and a blowjob” deal! And now that Granny had lost her teeth — why, even an alicorn’s pussy was hardly in the same league!

“Whew, Granny, you go all out! You just tap my thigh if you need a break.” Granny Smith simply snorted indignantly and shook her head, twisting John’s cock inside her with the motion of her neck. After all, this senior citizen had been guzzling down vast horsecocks since before this young whippersnapper’s grandfather was born! As far as she was concerned, such concepts as “breathing” were nothing but wimpy excuses, uttered by lazy mares who refused to finish their deepthroating chores!

Sensing the elder mare’s great strength (not to mention her growing impatience!) John firmly clasped both of his hands behind Granny Smith’s ears, held her head steady and began to rut that gifted muzzle like the cunt it was. Balls deep thrusts grew in speed and power as the human straddled Granny’s rocking chair and PLOWED her throat, fucking that sucking hole up and down his cock like the piston of a steam train! One thrust every second... two thrusts a second! John’s hips were a veritable blur as he finally found himself able to fully let loose with a woman!

For the first time in years, Granny Smith felt a twinge of pleasure between her ancient thighs, and a dribble of liquid began to lubricate that creaky and unused marehood. The thrill of being employed for the pleasure of a powerful male had always aroused her like none other, and John was powerful indeed — especially with those hands of his! Such firmness, forcefulness, verging on brutality... it was as if John himself were a long lost member of the Apple family!

Wouldn’t mind so much if this ape feller did join the Apple family... Granny idly mused as the oxygen was slowly cut off from her brain. New blood always livens things up... Pear Butter certainly taught me a thing or two!

If she had cared to reach for John’s balls, the wise old mare could have made the human cum with a single well placed squeeze, but after decades of sexual experience she’d resolved to relax and let the stallions do all of the work from now on. John wouldn’t last long, anyhow! The sloppy sounds of cock shlicking down Granny Smith’s throat were joined by John’s ecstatic groans, as his youthful cock was educated by a most experienced tutor!

“Unnngh! Granny... HERE IT CUMS!” John bellowed across Equestria’s fading night. His mighty balls throbbed nervously, then surged forth with the creamy contents of yet another stud-gasm. His asshole twitched and puckered in his jeans as his prostate slammed into overdrive, supplying yet another load of jizz to this land of ever thirsty mares.

Granny’s hazy consciousness seemed to return at her first taste of hot man cream, and her eyes softened to an expression of love and devotion as she sampled the finest food ever to be imported from Earth. Apples from the human world couldn’t hold a candle to the Equestrian crop, but the thick, salty spunk of its virile ape-studs was the finest nut to be found anywhere! The seed of a young human made the perfect food for a oldtimer such as Granny Smith — flavourful, high in protein, and no need to chew!

Through squirt after squelching squirt, through thrust after hip swinging, balls deep thrust, a large heap of male seed accumulated in Granny’s stomach, slowly mingling with her usual meal of applesauce. The well fed mare would definitely be sleeping well tonight! And John’s moans were like a lullaby to her ears... he seemed to appreciate her experienced throat just as much as he enjoyed prying open the tender holes of her grandchildren!

At last John’s shuddering climax subsided, but as he began to extract himself he discovered that Granny Smith wasn’t done! A fierce suction on his sensitive head didn’t let up until each and every drop of cum had been extracted from him. Even after she finally let up, Granny’s twirling tongue and tightly gripping gums left John’s overworked shaft clean as a whistle as he forcefully pulled his well drained dick out of that hoover of a mouth.

“Ya’ll cum back an’ see us agin tomorrow night, wontcha?” The fierce insistence in Granny Smith’s eyes had returned in a flash, and her tone was playful, yet commanding. Despite the mass of cock and the sticky load she’d just taken down her esophagus, her breathing was even and unrushed, her voice hardly raspier than usual. “We’ll all be waitin’ an eager ta show ya a good time, John... all 4 o’ us.”

The human chuckled and shook his head with a smile. “I can’t make any promises, Granny, but I’ll stop by and ram another load down your throat real soon. Good night now, you sweet old whorse.” Holding Granny’s withered chin between two fingers, John set a tender smooch upon a set of lips that hadn’t felt a lover’s kiss in decades.

That human feller’s an easy nut ta bust, but a tough one ta crack, Granny Smith thought to herself as she watched the human’s young, taut ass stride away into the dawning morning, a hefty cider barrel balanced effortlessly on his wither. As the tingles of John’s kiss faded from her lips, a single butterfly performed an unfamiliar dance in the dusty chambers of her heart. Still, he’s a true gentlecolt, an’ I ain’t had a stallion down below since Grand Pear stopped gettin’ stiff a few years back.

Granny Smith gently brushed a droplet of human cum from her muzzle into her mouth, savouring the taste. The well wrinkled matriarch began to allow herself a naughty fantasy, of the kind she’d thought she’d given up long ago.

Mebbe if I borrow some o’ Applejack’s lingerie, he’d bend me over a bale an’ make me feel like a *proper* mare once agin...