Gold Tier Story - Sherri with Yum Yum Sauce (Patreon)

The Upscale Sushi Restaurant was one of the pinnacles of fine dining out on the town, unfortunately those required reservations and the spur of the moment of post-Anime Convention dinner designation meant they had to find another option. So, local ‘Favorite’ All You Can Eat Sushi was the play. The décor and fanfare all screamed casual, the menu was hardly one Ami would regard as ‘authentic’.

Ami preferred her wasabi to be made of actual wasabi root, ground over a specialized shark skin grater that would let the fragrant flavor of the root emulsify over the fish, rather than the dry horse radish paste with green food coloring that was served up to non-discerning customers. It was in circumstances like these, with a friend and after a day of perusing halls, that Ami would relent and allow herself to engage in the more Americanized Sushi offerings. The fact that Sherri’s tail couldn’t stop wagging, her hips moving back and forth uncontrollably, was simply a cherry on top.

“They’re not going to be able to seat us if you can’t sit still,” Ami remarked with an air of teasing as she and Sherri waited at the front counter, the hostess preparing their table with the usual affair. Sherri bashfully shied her shoulders, her ears melting as she bit on her lower lip as the tail slowed to a dull sway, Ami leaned over and gave a doting peck on the cheek. “Still cute though.”

“Right this way girls,” The lithe and cheery hostess, wearing a casual tight black blouse that caught Ami’s eye as they made their way to the table. Sherri and Ami, comfortably seated beside each other, the doggirl grinning as she looked over the plastic laminated menu and began doing the most egregious of sushi culinary crimes.

Mixing wasabi with soy sauce.

Ami rolled her eyes, at least it wasn’t with the real wasabi, taking a deep breath and explored the menu for nigiri, the usual suspects all laid out, yellowtail, tuna, salmon, her ears curiously twitched at the sight of Takoyaki listed under the appetizers and curiously enough uni (sea urchin) as ‘specialty nigiri.’

“That was so much fun.” Sherri chimed happily as she finished preparing her array of dipping sauces, “The cosplay outfits.. We should do something like that when we go next time.”

The thought made Ami blush with the sudden imposition of having to pick out a character that she might fit into dressing up as. “..We’ll see.” She murmured softly, “What would you want to go as?”

Sherri shrugged her shoulders comfortably letting herself nestle against Ami’s figure, her footpaws stretching slightly, Ami heard the clicking sound Sherri’s toes made as she popped them almost absentmindedly. “I’d be happy to go as anything as long as we’d get something matching together, something cute..” Ami’s cheeks flushed with curiosity, thinking what sort of outfits Sherri might dress up as and how much she’d have to hold onto her self control to keep her appendage from bursting free.

The waitress smiled patiently as Ami ordered, Sherri still perusing the menu and trying to decide which of the myriad of flavor exploding rolls she’d pick. “Philly roll, eel crunch lobster shrimp roll..” Her finger traced along the menu, “Oh, this one, a Luffy Roll!” Ami glanced over noticing how that one in particular had more lines on the description than any of the others.

The waitress turned to Ami, “And for you?”

Ami smiled and offered a soft voice, “One Unagi, one Ono, one Maguro, one Uni, and a bowl of miso soup.” The waitress gave a pensive look as she tapped in the orders, apparently Sherri’s order seemed more common.

“So,” Sherri wiggled her hips sweetly against Ami’s lap, “Did you have fun today?”

“Mhmm, lots of interesting panels to check out.” She was fond of physical touch, loved it, but out in public, feeling Sherri’s bare thigh touching against her own, even the touch of Sherri’s fingers teasing over her own hand, it felt so… so… so naughty! She tried to move her hand but Sherri’s fingers found it before it could sneak away, their digits touching, sliding against one another as Ami trembled only to feel her fingers eventually clasped with Sherri’s. “I.. well, uhm, I really liked the Record of Lodoss War panel, there’s a rumor they might do another book soon.”

“Ooooh,” Sherri’s eyes lit up, her ears perking, that kind of excited look made Ami a little nervous at what could be churning in those lurid cogwheels of hers. “You’d look so cute in one of those JRPG elf girl costumes..” Sherri licked her lips, then Ami felt something against her leg, dragging down her ankle, along the side of her footpaw, Sherri’s bare toes stroking against her own. “Maybe with thigh high boots..?”

“We’ll have to see,” Ami said gently, trying to ignore the tingling sensation she felt in her ankle as Sherri’s pinky toe twirled and traced along her own. She felt a chill racing along her spine as she breathed in, swallowing hard. “Maybe…” She said thoughtfully as she glanced at Sherri and her flirtatious smile, her heart swelling as she thought of Sherri in some decedent outfit that’d stir her loins even more than she already felt them burgeoning between her thighs. Thankfully the waitress had appeared and interrupted their discussion with plates set in front of them, a welcome distraction that allowed her swelling girth to relax as Sherri was now more fixated on dinner!

Watching Sherri eat always made Ami giggle, the doggirl’s little expressions, her hums and squeaks, how her tail thumped against Ami’s side as the doggirl’s mixture of sauces all culminated on a single piece. Ami never found her selection of sushi items boring, but compared to Sherri’s little monstrosity of colors and flavors, it left Ami curious about maybe stealing a bite or two from one of Sherri’s ordered rolls.

Ami appreciated the simplicity of nigiri, a single slice of fish, carefully placed on hand molded rice with a smear of wasabi across the top. Traditionally it was custom to eat the sushi with one’s hands, taking a whole bite at once, but Americanized sushi goers couldn’t help but show off their usage of chopsticks, and Sherri, breaking all customs, was taking multiple bites at once. If it wasn’t for the fact that Sherri seemed oblivious to breaking sushi norms, her enthusiasm would be insulting! As Ami watched Sherri devour another bite of the Americanized classic Philly Roll, dipped in sauces, Ami reminded herself to have a little talk with Sherri if the two were to ever go to one of Ami’s more fanciful Sushi destinations… especially when they took their trip to Japan next winter.

Their first round of Sushi was nearing its end when she felt Sherri’s fingertips sliding along her skirt, “These are so yummy, I love the Philly rolls sooo much.” Sherri crooned softly, then Ami felt the subtle touch of fingers along her slowly swelling organ, “So meaty.. and thick… and that little creamy flavor..”

“Sh.. Sherri..” Ami whispered under her hot breath, her eyes lighting up as the doggirl pressed in close, Ami could feel the warmth of her vagina as the panties slid to the side, revealing the mound that touched against the base of her shaft. “Maybe.. we should,” She swallowed hard as the sushi piece was offered to her lips. “Go home and.. and..” She let the words she was about to say become inferred, less of a suggestion, more of a possibility, the idea of saying ‘have sex’ tingled at her rationalities and shy nature. Instead of blurting it out, she instead took the offered sushi bite and using that instead to suffocate the burgeoning words of arousal that started to peek their way against her lips.

“I can’t wait that long..” Sherri’s voice softened like a whisper against Ami, the red panda girl trembling at the thought as her cock pulsed against the petals of Sherri’s nectar drooling flowerpussy. “Besides. I’m still hungry.” She pushed her hips slightly, smearing some of her feminine flavors across the length of Ami’s shaft.

Ami was breathing hard, fast, her ears folding back as Sherri started to lean forwards, “Sherri..?”

“You have a little cream cheese on your lip..” The doggirl whispered, and then… kissed! Ami’s heart fluttered as the flavor of sweet eel sauce, cream cheese, salty soy sauce, tangy masago, and savory salmon, that still resided upon Sherri’s tongue and her own, mixed together. Ami gave a subtle whimpermoan, her body jolting slightly of its own accord, her cock longed for the warmth of Sherri’s pussy and to her delight she felt the combining sensations of taste and pleasure tingling through her spine.

The heated depths of Sherri’s pussy was always something that Ami longed to experience, the drooling folds that slowly enveloped the tip of her penis instantly made her long for another inch deeper inside. Sherri’s lips opening as Ami kissed deeper against Sherri’s tongue, both girls sharing a wet aching gasp of pleasure that twinned their bodies miraculously while the subtle motions of Sherri’s hips maneuvered upon Ami’s brimming hot cock.

Sherri’s walls squeezed upon Ami’s cock as her mouth lips offered the same passion, kissing deeper to Ami, their fingertips maneuvering along one another’s bodies as Sherri dropped her wooden chopsticks, they clicked upon the seat as their bodies moved, gyrating in tandem as Sherri’s thighs straddled Ami’s, hips moving up and down, the wet slickening sound of pussy meeting cock hidden under the vibrant ambient pop music. “Hhhahh.. Sherri.. Sherri.. You’re.. So.. so..” Ami moaned, her mouth gasping for air, but the words couldn’t escape her lips, Sherri was moving too swiftly and Ami feared for the millisecond that she’d lose control that her orgasm would escape and the passion would end.

But Sherri was defiant in allowing Ami a moment of respite, her hips moved and the doggirl moaned and kissed, her lips suckling wetly on Ami’s tongue in their secluded booth at the corner of the Sushi Restaurant, her tail swaying behind her, tapping and brushing against Ami’s ringed limb. “Sherri..” Ami pleaded, she wanted the girl to slow down, to pace herself and not fill up so fast, but Sherri was greedily gulping down Ami’s cock with her lower lips, sucking it in with gluttony as she moaned directly into Ami’s lips, cutting off her words and letting only their bodies communicate the words that was lost in the motion of their wetly twirling tongues.

Such fiery passion, such eager desire, such shameless arousal, Sherri had a way about her that made innocent moments like going to sushi dinner with a friend become some bonding of bodies that would transcend the normality of evenings. Ami felt herself yearning, craving Sherri more and more as the doggirl clapped her thighs upon her own, wetly smearing the juicy drippings of her hot convulsing cunt against Ami’s thighs. The skirt thankfully pushed up and away from the mess that took place mere inches beneath the hem, Sherri’s breasts pressed against Ami’s, the femmes embracing one another as deeply and tightly as the packed sushi rolls Sherri indulged in.

Ami’s fingers clutched upon the soft ebony fur of Sherri’s thighs as the doggirl raced herself upon her bloated length, “Hhhauhh.. Mnhh..” Ami moaned, finally Sherri glanced down at her, the doggirl in her rapacious lust finally pausing their tongue twining kiss together.

“Mhhh.. Whussat.. you wanted to say..?” Sherri panted and huffed, pausing her body briefly as Ami looked up with her bright emerald eyes, her plush lavender coated lips rising and falling as she breathed for air, Ami couldn’t find the words anymore, her cock was brimming and she felt like she was going to explode at any moment.

“N.. Nuhthing..” Ami simpered, the thought that had so briefly crossed her mind seemed insignificant now, “Don’t worry about-mmghhh!” And then Sherri delved in again, sealing their lipstick coated lips together, wetly pressing in as her cunt squeezedropped upon the entire length of her shaft, hilting it inside and pinning the tip of her exacerbated crimson tipped cock against Sherri’s cervix. Sherri moaned deeply into the kiss, Ami could have sworn she felt all the muscles in Sherri’s body suddenly contracting and squeezing, her pussy certainly was, gripping all around Ami’s throbbing pulsating member. Her veiny girlhood twitching and vibrating its spasm against the inner depths of Sherri’s drooling walls until finally Ami gagged, her eyes rolling upwards as their tongues wetly drooled together, spilling down respective chins, the moisture of their heated passion bringing the heat to its volcanic culmination in Ami’s loins.

Ami’s cum gushed upwards, flowing like an undammed stream directly inside of Sherri’s presented cervix, the doggirl crooned in orgasm, their bodies quaking with pleasure but their mouths silenced by one another’s lips. The secret to their covert session being that the only evidence was their sweat dripping bodies conjoined in each other’s arms, the audible moans suffocated in each other’s gasps, Ami secretly longed to be caught, to explain herself, to explain that Sherri was so insatiable she had no other choice but to pleasure her. In the briefest moments of orgasm Ami in her minds eye witnessed Sherri placed upon her lap, her thighs spread wide with her gaping cum drooling pussy on display with Ami’s cock proudly bearing the moniker of guilt, Ami … as her cum rocketed deep, pondered briefly the idea… that maybe next time… she’d be the one to instigate it.. to make Sherri quiver with shyness as she pinned the doggirl underneath her… The thought so lurid and naughty, so shameful, that it elicited another moan from Ami’s lips as she suckled hotly against Sherri’s tongue, and let another sputter of cum spray from the tip of her cock.

Sherri’s hips continued to move, massaging the warm thick cummy liquid that Ami drenched her insides with all the way around the deepest nooks and crannies of her pussy. Sherri seethed, her mouth gasping as her tongue curled into itself, eyes wide but with pleasure glowing behind them. Ami gazed longingly into Sherri’s eyes, admiring the way they sparkled. Ami blushed, shamefully watching as Sherri came to mind numbing, tingling, squirming orgasm, her body quivering as Ami held her, the heady cock spilling little globules of cum to Sherri’s admirations. “You’re so cute when you’re horngry..” Ami whispered, somewhat to herself, but Sherri was too lost in pleasure to notice.

Their plates were empty, Sherri and Ami entwined with one another, hands caressing against each other’s body, eyes gazing, Sherri gasping for little breaths of air as Ami’s ears perked. “You girls ready for another order?” It was the waitress giving a knowing smile as she held the digital pad awaiting for the girls to list off their next round of sushi.

“Ahahh..” Ami murmured as she glanced down at Sherri precariously positioned in her lap with her cock still plugging the girl’s pussy, thankfully hidden underneath the doggirl’s conveniently placed denim skirt, but the scent of their passion tickling the air. “Uh, Sherri do you want more?”

“Oh yah,” The doggirl grinned, her tail brushing about behind her happily, “I’ve got quite an appetite..”