Guess Who's Back?

by Foal Star

Epilogue: A meeting between Four Apples and a Pear

Granny Smith slowly woke up one-morning breathing in the fresh morning air. It was still relatively early, but the former old mare couldn't fall back to sleep. She then slowly got up on all fours and took a moment to stretch herself, lowering her upper torso and sticking her rump up in the air. As she stretched, Granny thought how despite being a young mare for a week now, the former old mare still couldn't help but feel relieved that she didn't wake up to any aches or pains like she used to. After she finished stretching, Granny Smith took a moment to look out the window onto the lush green fields and the other small quaint houses that made up Ponyville. It was such a beautiful day, but her mind drifted to the fact that instead of enjoying it, she would have to deal with family drama. The thought of Grand Pear coming and not knowing how things would turn out made her feel unsure and somewhat worried that the meeting could turn into a fight. Turning away from the window, she then took her time to admire Zecora, still sleeping soundly in her bed. With her striped mane a mess, her beautiful striped coat had droplets of sweat rolling down her body. Granny Smith just stood there as thoughts of lying in bed all day with her and not doing anything overshadow those of the dread of Grand Pear's visit.

Granny then crawled back into bed and waited patiently for the zebra to wake up slowly. As she did, Zecora flashed her beautiful teal eyes at her making Granny quiver a little at how beautiful Zecora was. The zebra gave her marefriend a gentle smile as she kissed her on the cheek. "Good morning; I hope I didn't wake you with my snoring?"

"Nope, I just had a lot on my mind, is all," The former old mare yawned as she then nuzzled into Zecora, not feeling ready to get up just yet. The zebra lay there looking up at the ceiling as she asked, "So you ready for today? Grand Pear comes as you say."

"Yeah, he's comin' today," Granny Smith grumbled as she lay there for a second pondering what her mare friend said; she did have doubts about how this meeting would take place. It's been decades since she last saw him, and seeing how Grand Pear was before he left, she thought he would have just torn the invite they sent him. But he sent a response not long after, and it was rather surprising seeing he wanted to see his grandkids.

Zecora, nuzzling into her, interrupted Granny's thoughts as she looked down at the zebra with a warm smile and whispered, "Sorry, I must've been thinking about our faithful meeting."

"Right, I know this meeting is important for yours and his sake," The zebra then maneuvered herself until she was now pressing over Granny's body. The former old mare looked up, seeing those beautiful teal eyes giving her that sexy bedroom look. The zebra then bent her head close to Granny's ear and whispered, "I just can't help having one last round before we wake."

Granny Smith didn't need any more "persuading" as she took the opportunity to plant her mouth onto Zecora's. They both held each other in their shared embrace as they dove back under the covers for one more round of sex.

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After a few more hours of "snuggling," the two come down the stairs with big smiles, nuzzling each other as they slowly walk towards the small dining table. As the two sat down, Big Mac and Applejack just glared at the two. While Apple Bloom sat in her chair, looking rather curious, she asked, "So, were you two wrestling or something? You two were making an awful lot of noise up there?"

Zecora looked away, trying to avoid eye contact while Granny snickered behind a hoof as she replied, "oh, we were just fixing things, ya know, making sure the ceiling wasn't...um leaking…."

"Yes, it was quite leaky; indeed, I had to make sure it was fixed, you see," Zecora stammered in a somewhat embarrassed tone. Applejack and Big Mac just groaned while Granny couldn't help but snicker at her marefriend's lie. If she was being honest, the former old mare wanted to tell Apple Bloom the truth. The filly was getting to the age she should learn about the birds and the bees. But...that was a conversation for another day.

The green-coated mare rose on her hooves as she went to get some apple and cinnamon-flavored pancakes, scrambled eggs, and coffee for breakfast; she then sat down with the rest of the family. There they had an excellent quiet breakfast together. However, there was an atmosphere of dread that hung over the table. Everypony looked rather sullen, all except for Apple Bloom, confused at why everypony was so quiet.

"Hey! What were you all doing!? I mean, it's just our grandpa coming to visit?" The little filly asked out loud.

Granny Smith looked down at the filly with a smile as Zecora ruffled her mane. "As they say, the truth is often spoken from the mouths of the youth."

The young green-coated mare rose from the table and exclaimed, "That's right! Let's all stop moping about! We should greet Grand Pear with smiles!"

"Yeah, but ya should also consider controlling yourself as well," Applejack grumbled bitterly as she chugged down a mug of coffee.

Big Mac nodded and scoffed, "Eeyup."

Granny's cheeks flushed pink, and she waved a hoof, still feeling embarrassed about how loud she and Zecora were, and said, "Oh, are you two still angry about this morning'? Please, I can behave myself just fine."

As if on cue, Zecora rose from the table and kissed her marefriend on the cheek. "As for me, I think it's best if I take my leave."

"Alright, you take care of yourself," Granny replied as she also kissed Zecora on the cheek. As Zecora walked off, Granny couldn't help but watch the zebra's rump as she strutted out the back door. Granny had to admit she scored well with such a sexy zebra, and she could only hope they could have another night of fun tomorrow.

The former old mare then sat down with the rest of the Apple family. They all waited in anticipation at the dinner table; the only sound that echoed across the room was a clock overhead. Granny Smith twiddled her hooves with sweat coming down her brow. Despite this, she has made peace with herself and was finally ready to end this feud. It has been many years since she last saw the stallion, since that dreadful night when the two stumbled on their children's secret wedding. That fight has scarred their families for two generations; the question loomed over their heads; will this meeting be enough to mend the feud?

They then heard a knock at the door, and all the ponies at the table paused, but Granny quickly got up and ran to the front door. When she reached a hoof out at the doorknob, she took a moment to catch her breath. She started to shake a little from nervousness and anticipation of what would happen next. Regardless of the outcome, she was resolved to see this reunion through. Granny then opened the door, and there he was, the old yellow-coated stallion, standing on the front porch brushing the ground with a hoof. The old stallion was much older than Granny realized, as she hadn't seen him since he was in his late forties. He was a bit hunched over, with a wrinkly yellow coat, sunken gold eyes, and a scruffy gray and white striped tail. The old stallion seemed somewhat nervous, looking downward momentarily before facing Granny Smith. When he did, his eyes widened in surprise. Granny looked away, feeling somewhat embarrassed, knowing that her new young body was probably resurfacing some old memories. The old stallion walked forward and brushed a hoof over her face. She could feel his hoof touch her soft, supple skin and fur as he whispered, "Well, it seems the rumors were true. You don't look a day older than when I last saw you."

Granny Smith's cheeks flushed pink, and waved a hoof. "Yes, but you're still looking good yourself."

The old Pear chuckled, letting his hoof down as he walked in, and there Applejack came forward to greet him with a smile. "Hey, why don't ya sit down and have something to eat? It must've been a long trip?"

"Thank you," Grand Pear sat down at the small dining table with his family. There Granny Smith took out a platter of pear butter and apple jam sandwiches and a few mugs of some fresh apple cider.

The old, yellow-coated stallion was surprised and looked at the jar of pear butter on the table and asked, "Where did you get this?"

"Oh, ya know, I went up to Vanhoover and delivered that letter. I got something there to make some sandwiches." Granny Smith explained with a wink.

He took a bite of the sandwich and took a moment to munch on the simple meal. Then a smile came to his face. "Well...this is rather special…apples and pears coming together."

"Just like how it was meant to be, now let's dig in!" Granny exclaimed in excitement, taking a sandwich of her own.

The stallion continued munching away with his family, everypony being relatively quiet. It was a completely awkward silence for a few moments until Apple Bloom jumping up and down in her chair, asked out loud, "So you're our grandpa, right?"

Everypony was surprised by this, and the stallion nodded and asked, "Yes, little one...and your name is?"

"I'm Apple Bloom, the big colt over there is Big Mac; he's my oldest brother, and over there is my older sis Applejack!" Apple Bloom chirped.

Grand Pear laughed at his granddaughter's outburst as he ruffled the little filly's mane and commented, "You remind me so much of your mom."

"Really!? What makes you say that?" Apple Bloom asked with her eyes now wide, being rather curious.

The old stallion seemed to look down at her with a fond look in his eye. "You have her coat color, that's for sure, and that cheerful smile that can brighten even the darkest of days."

"Awww, thanks," The filly squealed with a smile on her face.

The Apples all got sullen at the mention of Apple Butter, and nopony spoke for some time. Applejack eventually looked up with a nervous expression and broke the silence as she asked, "Look...our um, mother...she was a Pear... that's what Granny told us anyway."

The old stallion looked with a smile and gave a nod as he replied, "Yes, that's true; she was my little girl."

He then took another bite of his sandwich and whispered, "So...she went by the name of Apple Butter all this time."

"Eeyup," Big Mac chirped with a smile trying to be friendly as well.

The old stallion seemed to look away, unable to look at Big Mac. "You look so much like your dad."

Big Mac's cheeks flushed pink as he lowered his head, seeming unsure how to take the comment. Granny Smith wanted to say something, but Applejack cleared her throat, "Yeah, so Granny told us about the night our folks got married. I forgive ya, seeing that it all happened a long time ago. But...we have to end the feud here and now if we are gonna continue being a family."

Everypony turned to face Grand Pear as he finished his sandwich; tears started to fill his eyes as he took hold of his grandkids and pulled them in a tight hug, bawling like a baby, "Of course, I want to end the feud! Thank you for letting me come...I...I didn't know if you all would hate me."

The four Apples were all somewhat stunned, as if they didn't know what to say. Granny Smith slowly came over and hugged him. "No, it's my fault; I should've introduced them to you long ago."

They all stayed there hugging each other, and then they broke off with everypony smiling and looking a lot more cheerful. Granny Smith herself was feeling quite relieved as it seemed that the Pears and Apples would reunite today, and the long-standing feud will finally end. Granny Smith returned to her seat and took out a small box wrapped in red wrapping paper with a yellow bow.

"A...a...a gift?" Grand Pear asked, looking somewhat confused.

The former old mare stood back as she teased, "Don't get too used to them, just thought it would be appropriate."

The old stallion chuckled under his breath as he unwrapped the bow and unveiled a glass bottle filled with water in the box. He took it out and gasped, "Oh, is this famous elixir you and Zecora are making?"

Granny Smith bit the bottom of her lip as she wanted to ask if he wished to take a dip in the pool as well. She didn't like playing favorites...but at the very least, she felt that a bottle of the diluted elixir would be enough. "Yes, now it won't make ya younger like me, but it will help deal with aches and pains...if you want…."

"Thank you, Granny...as much as I yearn for my younger days... I'm content with living out my final years," Grand Pear responded rather bluntly, placing the bottle back in the box.

Granny Smith growled, seeing that he was like her a week ago. She pointed a hoof at their grandchildren and snapped, "Listen, stop acting guilty; we both bucked up big time, and I've finally come to terms with what we did. Don't take that elixir for yourself; do it to spend more time with your grandchildren. Like it or not, you and I are family."

"Too bad we wasted so much time hating each other," Grand Pear mumbled, still looking downward.

Granny lowered her head with tears filling her eyes. She was trying her best not to get dramatic, but she couldn't help it at this point. "Me neither...how stupid have we been."

The two embraced each other again as Applejack came over and snapped, "Alright, break it up, you two; all this sappy talk is ruining the mood. How about we go to the swimming hole or somethin'."

Granny Smith flashed her granddaughter a smile. Applejack was right; it was about time they made Grand Pear's trip fun and not so sentimental. "Good idea! It's about time I show ya my highdivin!"

"No, Granny! I don't care if you're eighty years younger; you're not doing no high divin'!" Applejack snapped at her.

Granny Smith couldn't help but laugh at Applejack, still being overprotective, and said, "Alright, alright, no high divin', let's get goin' then."

Applejack grumbled curses under her breath as she helped Grand Pear off his chair, and they all headed to the swimming hole. Apple Bloom trotted by the older stallion asking more questions about her mom. It was all rather heartwarming, and everything seemed to be going much better than expected. She can only hope this joyous atmosphere can last.

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After a very memorable and fun time at their swimming hole, they were all at the Ponyville train station later that evening. Grand Pear stood there with his bags, looking rather happy, much more so than when he first came to Ponyville.

He looked over at the rest of his family, then back at Granny, and smiled at her as he said, "I hope we can have another day like this; it was fun."

"Of course, come over anytime! Ya hear!?" Granny replied with a smile; she was happy to see that this trip ended so well and that the feud between the Apples and the Pears was over.

Applejack then slowly trotted over to her grandfather and asked, "Why don't ya just come back to Ponyville? Ya used to live here, right?"

Grand Pear stood there pondering for a second before replying, "Maybe...the Pears are mostly all settled in Vanhoover, but I wouldn't mind moving back here myself."

Granny Smith hoped he did come live with them; however, she wanted to throw another offer at the old coot. She trotted up to Grand Pear as well and held out a hoof. "Alright, and just letting ya know my offer still stands regarding the pool. If ya want to be young again for the sake of our grandkids, ya let me know."

The old stallion took out his hoof, and they shook, then he responded, "Thank you. I'll think about it."

He then turned to Big Mac, and with a more solemn tone, he said, "sorry for ignoring you earlier...it was nice meeting you; you're a good lad."

"Eeyup," was all the big stallion said, with him bending his head down with a blush on his cheeks once more.

Apple Bloom then threw herself over the mare, hugged her grandfather, and cried, "Just bring more of that Pear Butter! Ok!"

"Alright, my little Pear! I'm glad you like it so much, I mean, it's why I named you-" Grand Pear paused as he placed a hoof over his mouth, and tears started coming to his eyes. "S...s...sorry…."

His eyes filled with tears as they started dripping down his cheeks. The rest of the family hugged the old stallion, and they all embraced each other until the train's whistle echoed across the station.

"That's my cue," Grand Pear replied with a sigh, taking up his suitcase before waving a hoof at his family again.

Granny Smith stood there with tears running down her cheeks as she waved a hoof and watched the train slowly leave the station. As the train puffed down the trail of steam as it flew down the tracks, the former old mare stood there with a painful smile on her face. Despite everything that's happened, she finally was able to make amends with the past.

Apple Bloom then hopped onto Granny's back, making the mare squeak in surprise. The filly then bent her head over and asked, "Can I ride on your back seeing your, um...ya know...not old?"

Applejack turned rather stern and was going to say something, but Granny Smith couldn't help but skip off with Apple Bloom feeling as light as a feather. Seeing that carrying her granddaughter wasn't going to be a problem at all, she chirped, "Ok! Just hold on tight!"

Apple Bloom started to burst into squeals of excitement as Granny's skips turned into a full-on sprint as she raced back to her home. The former old mare laid her head back, letting the wind rush through her mane and the power of her legs rushing along like a bolt of green lightning. The future looked brighter, and she only wondered what else it had in store.

Comments

[Phetiamwantip]

This is the best story I've ever read. I'm happy to see Apples and Pears finally ended their feud. I hearby giving you a trophy for finishing your Guess Who's back. Congratulations.🏆

[Foal Star]

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I hope you stick around I got a few more stories involving Big Mac coming up

[Chrome Masquerade]

Granny Smith twiddled her hooves with sweat coming down her brow. Despite the fact she has made peace with herself and was ready to finally end this feud. It has been many years since she last saw the stallion since that dreadful night when the two stumbled on their children's secret wedding. That fight has scared their families for two generations, the question loomed over their heads; will this meeting be enough to mend the feud?

More like scarred. Figuratively, of course.

[Chrome Masquerade]

Granny Smith's cheeks flushed pink, and waved a hoof. "Yes, but you're still looking good yourself."

Nice save.

[Phetiamwantip]

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Sure

[Chrome Masquerade]

Apple Bloom started to burst into squeals of excitement as Granny's skips turned into a full-on sprint as she raced back to her home. The former old mare laid her head back, letting the wind rush through her mane and the power of her legs rushing along like a bolt of green lightning. The future was looking brighter, and she could only wonder what else it had in store?

I can also imagine a trail of flowers following behnd her.

Anyway, as this story comes to a close, I say long life to the Apples and Pears. As long as it's (ostensibly) been, Granny Smith has more to live for than she used to - and more energy to do so! Either way, this story gets a 10 on the itude metewr! I look forward to your next issue. This one has been exceptional, as always.

[Daybreaker218]

Well done. A very enjoyable work