Farica
by tannim
July 20, 2016

	"Grandma!"

	Farica laughed and staggered backward under the four year old's jumping hug.  Her cane caught most of the force since she'd been expecting it but he'd grown bigger since she'd last seen him.  He was almost half as tall as she was already!

	The old goat hugged him back once she'd steadied herself. "Goodness, you have certainly grown, haven't you, Tosh?"

	"Uh huh! I'm big!" The four year old playfully tugged at her beard. "Can I swing again?"

	"NO! I mean, No.  You're a bit big for that now, my dear.  You were too big last time, too, but it was so cute watching you swing from it I just couldn't say no." Farica pat her grandson's little horns at his downcast face and smiled. "Maybe if you got you mother to help support you, but lets get inside first, it is far too HOT out here to be chatting."

	Tosh perked up and kept a hold of his granny's long thin beard.  It was longer than he was and he really liked how soft it was.  He also really liked using it as a hand hold instead of actually holding hands because he could be further away from her while still being with her.

	Esme opened the door for them when they got to it and Farica hurried in.  She leaned against the wall panting heavily from the heat.  Her clothes were as thin as possible but they were still soaked in sweat.

	"Phew! When is this heat wave going to end? It was never this bad when I was a girl." The old goat kept panting while the air conditioning slowly cooled her off. "I can't really take the heat like I used to!"

	"Hehe, I can see your nipples grandma!" Tosh leaned over and poked them one after another while his mom was getting some ice water. "You're really wet."

	"Yes, Tosh, I'm soaked.  The AC is broke in the bus and everybody was sweltering."

	"What's sweltering mean?" Since there was no complaint about the touching, Tosh kept it up.

	Farica let him fondle her, drawing attention to them would only make him want to keep at it and a male's attention at her age was always welcome. "That's a fancy word that means it is very hot."

	"Mom sprays me with the hose to cool down! It's lots of fun!"

	That got a laugh from the old gal. "Oh, that does sound rather pleasant.  Where are you off to?"

	Esme caught her son as he ran to the door to get it. "NO you don't.  You are not bringing the hose in the house! What did I tell you last time?"

	The boy scuffed the floor with a hoof. "No hose in the house."

	"And I don't think your grandmother wants to go back out into that heat yet, right mother?"

	"Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind it.  I could really use a wash after sweating so much."

	"Then why don't you take a shower? I'm sure I can get you clothes washed quickly." Esme looked at the small shorts that showed off more of her mother's legs than she would have preferred to have showing in public and the thin shirt that did nothing to hide her four or so inch long teats. "Such as they are."

	"I just got my hair done, though.  Can't be having it washed for another day." Farica tugged at her top. "You don't have a shower cap, do you? I know you never got into the whole perm thing."

	"After smelling a perm, there was no way I was going to do THAT to my body."

	Tosh peered out the window. "You can soak in my pool, grandma."

	Farica shook her head. "No, that water has been soaking outside far too long.  Besides, I'd prefer to stay indoors for a while.  There was a bit of an incident at the hair salon."

	"Oh no."

	"I said I wanted a little smoothing out on my face and neck and that silly woman buzzed some of my beard!  Can you believe that? This beard is practically sacred at this point and she just trims some of it off.  It wasn't even in the way since I was holding it up and away from her! So I jump up, and she buzzes another chunk out, see, right here," The old woman lifted her beard to show a missing tuft that couldn't be seen because it wasn't there, "and I yelled at her to get away from me."

	"And?" Esme sat down. "Your stories always have an and."

	"And what? I refused to pay.  They maimed my hair!" Farica absently shifted her breasts in her wet top, then simply pulled it up and off without even thinking about Tosh in the room. "It's not MY fault she jumped back and knocked over a big chair or the police chief's wife who was in it at the time.  I wasn't the one who had hair dye everywhere, either."

	Tosh giggled as he watched his grandmother slip her shorts off as well, she wasn't wearing anything underneath, other than her own natural and plentiful grey pubic hair. "Then what happened, Grandma!"

	Farica sighed in relief with the wet clothes off. "Woo, that's better.  There was a bit of a fuss with other hair dressers trying to hurry over to help.  It's amazing how people forget what's around them or that they happen to be holding electrical tools with cords plugged into the walls."

	Esme winced. "Is the place still standing, mother?"

	"More or less.  Just a few sprained limbs, I believe, and minor equipment damage." The old goat leaned her weight on her cane to ease her back. "Serves them right, really.  Er... Would you mind if I stayed here tonight? They may know where I live."
