Apple Picking (Patreon)

Autumn was in full swing and for most people that meant falling leaves, shopping for winter coats, and planning for the upcoming holiday season. However for ranchers like Joltie it meant a busy season of hay rides and apple picking. It was quite a lucrative business that helped tide the farm over until the next spring and giving him a comfortable nest egg to stow away for the future. Not to mention it was a great way to get the horses out and exercising instead of their usual routine. 

Folks would come from miles around to his ranch where they could have the experience of making their own apple cider. It was an all-day affair, folks would come and pick their own apples, as many as they could carry (and pay for!) Returning to the ranch where multiple cold press machines were set up and ready for them to use. It was a great way to sell the apples wholesale without paying to have them harvested, that and he happened to enjoy the sweet scent of crushed apples as he rode near his farm. 

“Awright folks!” The cart came to a steady stop as he looked back to the load of eager visitors, flashing pictures of his orchard and the beautiful honeycrisp apples that seemed more perfect than a Thanksgiving card! “Yer gonna get to harvestin’ yer own apples, then when yer ready, we’ll get ya up an’ pressin yer own cider!” The accent was thick, and most certainly fake, but Joltie had learned that people expected a certain ‘authenticity’ when it came to farmers and ranchers. “An’ if ya get hungry? Well just have an apple!” The crowd laughed, that was always an easy joke. “Or ya can try some of the treats from the vendors near the end up there.”

That was where the real money was, marked up snacks that vendors would pay him space to sell their wares and trinkets. Sometimes he wished that it could be Autumn year round. 

As the crowd dispersed to find their own ‘perfect’ apple tree to visit and wander through the orchard, Joltie decided that he needed a minute to stretch his own legs. After tying the horse down he stepped outwards, one leg excessively so as he shook the sitting position from his muscles, then the other. His hands rested upon his hips and he took a moment to stop and stretch out his back with a satisfying ripple of pops. 

In one of the more secluded areas of the grove the golden retriever spied a doggirl sitting at the base of a tree with her phone in front of her face. He was about to go on about how he wasn’t paying her to just sit there, but quickly reminded himself that she wasn’t an employee. She’d paid her money to get into the orchard, what did he care if she spent her day sitting underneath the shade? “Apple picking not your thing?” He said curiously to which the ebony furred doggirl lifted her head.

“What makes you say that?” She then gestured with her nose to the left and his eyes followed to what appeared to be a mountain of apples that were overflowing multiple buckets. 

“Heh. Well. I stand corrected.” He chuckled and folded his arms over his chest. “I hope your boyfriend is planning on helping you with all them to the cart.” 

The doggirl lifted her eyebrows with a slight smirk. “Well, not my boyfriend, but my mom will. She got two of them to the cart by herself in one trip.” 

He was slightly taken aback, there had been gossip over the radio about a large elephant woman that managed to carry two full buckets on her own. He thought they were exaggerating but apparently it seemed to be true. “Wow, so .. that’s your mom? I must be missing something because you don’t look like an elephant at all.”

This time it was her turn to chuckle. “Yeah, well I take mostly after my dad.” She put away her phone, she now had something more entertaining than scrolling through Instagram and posting up exaggerated pictures of her ‘blessed trip’ to the apple orchard. “I’m Sherri by the way, apple cider enthusiast.” She teased and poked out her tongue.

“Heh, I’m Joltie, I run this place, probably only half as enthusiastic about you and your mom for apple cider though.” He stepped closer and reached up, his hand snagging at one of the low hanging apples overhead and pulling it towards him. His apples didn’t have that brilliant shine that one would see at a grocery store that came from a thin layer of wax, but his fruit was fresh and he could taste it on his lips when he chomped down. “So!” He let his body slide downwards next to the doggirl who scootched over slightly to give him room. “I noticed you like our apples huh?” 

It was a fair assumption given the three chewed up cores that lay to the side. “Well they’re pretty good, I have a love for honeycrisp apples, especially the cider made from them! It’s why we’re getting a lot this year. Cider practically stays good for a year if you package it right so we’re going to make enough so we have it year round.” 

“Wow. You guys must really love that stuff.” He was a little surprised but not bothered, after all it simply meant more money in his pocket, and it was a little flattering that they would want a whole year’s supply of his apples. “They do say my honeycrisp are the best apples in the state you know.” 

“They are really good!” Sherri nodded then gave a little nudge against his shoulder a wolfish grin appearing on her lips. “But I bet I taste better!”

His ears perked and his cheeks had a slight blush upon them. “Is that so?” Her grin still hadn’t dropped which made him shift slightly closer. “Well I’d be willing to take on that wager.” 

To his delight he saw those jean covered thighs slowly spread open before him and his tail eagerly thumped against the ground. Like a good boy waiting for a treat he simply stared and didn’t move as the slobber began to build up at the sides of his maw, her fingertips carefully unbuttoning her jeans and revealing that juicy mound of pussy that his eyes fixated upon. “Come and get it..” She whispered and instantly he pounced upon her, his body pressed in close and his palms eagerly shucking off her jeans and casting them aside as his hands lifted her thighs close. 

Sherri wasn’t expecting such vim and vigor but she definitely underestimated the effects of displaying her primed up pussy to a horny hound. She gave a slight squeak as she was tugged upon her back but her legs rested upon his shoulders comfortably as his muzzle leaned against her slit. His hot breaths of air caressed her pussy lips as he took in her scent, his tongue slightly pushing from between his lips as he gave a gentle, slow, and wet lick to her beautiful puppy pussy. “Mmh..” He paused mid-lick and then completed it. His tongue moved around in his mouth as if he were appraising her flavor. “Pretty good, but.. not big enough of a sample size for a proper comparison.” He then dove muzzle first into her pussy, his tongue waggling about against her cunt and slurping against her with wild hungry strokes.

Her body twitched and tingled as he bathed her pussy with hot slurps, her fingertips caressing along her chest as she breathed in the tightening pleasure that squeezed against her insides. Her digits quickly tugged up her top revealing one of her breasts that was quickly covered by her groping palm, her other hand rubbing along her abdomen as she took in sharp deep breaths. “Nnnfh.. I.. I think it’s pretty good myself..” She mused as his tongue dug between her folds, licking against her entrance and causing a sharp twinge of pleasure along her spine. “But.. it.. it’s a shame..” She gasped. “That.. that it’s not.. Rosh Hashanah.. otherwise.. could have.. dipped it in honey..” She panted.

She was a strange girl that was for sure, but strange didn’t mean bad! Honey was pretty good after all but her pussy had a sweet flavor all on its own, still he couldn’t help but wonder what she was getting at. “Whussat?” He said briskly, as if he simply wanted to hear more but didn’t want to speak in favor of missing out on every possible second of that delicious twat. 

“Mmmh!” Sherri’s pawtoes scrunched tightly, his chilled nose rubbing against her clit as he dug his tongue deeper into her pussy. “It’sa.. Jewish Holiday, usually.. in Fall..” Sherri swallowed and groped at her breast, lightly twirling a single fingertip along her nipple and letting it firm to her touch. “They.. They dip.. apples.. in honey..” Her tail began to curl tightly into itself as she arched her hips upwards, rolling against his waggling tongue that slurped up every droplet of her honeysweet pussy sauce. 

When he heard that he gave pause for a brief moment, Jewish Holiday? Well, that suddenly made sense why those old fellas with the big hats always came to his orchard at the end of summer to buy up so many of his apples. With his curiosity sated he let his claws dip against her fur and press against her flesh as he held her tightly to him, his jaw gaping and letting his slobber dribble into her pussy with each elongated and slobbery slurp that coaxed pleasured moans from her lips.

His prowess was rewarded by the way her pussy quivered before his very eyes, and her panting heaving chest with her fingers groping at her breasts. Her twat was swollen, puffy, and absolutely glimmering from the sunlight that poked through the trees above. “Ohfuck.. Hah..” Sherri panted as she looked up at him, his figure almost glowing the light upon his back and her eyes halfway open. “Nnfh.. You.. You should fuck me..” She said so plainly, as if it were simply matter of fact. 

“Heh.” He leaned in and offered a gentle kiss to her peeking clitoris, moreso to watch her squirm at the touch than anything else. His cock was already rock hard, pressing against his jeans in a most uncomfortable manner that he ignored simply to spend more time enjoying her puss. He rested her legs upon his shoulders and steadied her with one hand, while with his other hand he slowly unzipped his jeans and revealed the ebony cock that throbbed excitedly. “One of the benefits of being the owner,” He began as he lowered her body onto the grass. “Is that I can take as long of a break as I want.” 

She was less enamored with his banter now that her pussy was aching attention, her footpaws pressed against the grass as she teased at her breasts, but still her body was aching for more. His rock hard cock looked so appetizing as she gazed at it and the way he slowly mounted his body above her. His large palms that had caressed her thighs moments ago was now holding upon her hips as he angled his length, the suspense was driving her crazy as he slowly slid his cock back and forth between her puffy petals. “Hsshhh.. Fuck..” Sherri whined, her ears folding back as she felt only the tip of pleasure she was craving. “Just.. Just put it in!” 

He definitely understood, she had plenty of foreplay and now it was time for the main course, but he couldn’t help but enjoy teasing her with various appetizers. He dragged his rock hard length along her slit once more, pointing his canine cocktip just at the entrance of her pussy before slowly inserting himself inside. The tightness of her walls immediately squeezing upon his cock the same way they contorted around his tongue.

She was wet, drenched, and his cock slid in oh so easily with their mixed juices soaking into his length. He only gave a single courteousy warm-up thrust as he hilted inside of her. Neither of them really cared to talk, only moans of pleasure were exchanged as he slowly reared his hips back, bucking forwards and offering his length to the hilt with each thrust. His ebony cocktip seemed to match so well with her bright blue pussy lips, disappearing into her body and making a slight bulge in her abdomen from the sheer girth of his length.

His tip kissed against her cervix causing her to wince and squirm with pleasure, her legs slowly lifting from the grassy floor up around his lower back where her ankles locked around him. “Nnnh.. That all you got?” She teased. “All those muscles from lifting buckets and moving barrels, surely you can get rougher.”

“As you wish city girl!” He reared his body back, balancing himself over her with his hands upon her hips, his tail lifted slightly as he let himself fall into her pussy with gravity pulling him down. His body slammed inside with his thick ebony meat squishing into her depths. The way she was pulled forwards allow him to fit more inside with his thrusting hips, pounding against her pussy with every second bucking her body back. It was good that he had pulled her closer otherwise her head would bouncing against the tree and the poor girl might be fucked into a concussion! 

But maybe she’d like that, she did ask for it rough after all! His upper lip lifted into a hungry canine snarl of pleasure as he pounded himself inside her tight blue cunt, mashing his hips in as his claws sunk deeper into her hips and pinched at the skin underneath. Her body was sensitive from her tiptoes to her ears, she could feel everything that touched along her skin or rubbed against her fur, like an omniscient cumslut her body writhed in pleasure that she ached and craved for on a daily basis. Her tongue curled into itself as she moaned out, her eyes halfway closing as her head tipped back. “Hhhf.. Yeah.. harder.. Harder!” She moaned out and his hips complied, rapidly pounding away into her body as they clapped together. 

His tail lifted and his balls clapped against her as he further loomed over her supple frame, his knot was swelling and he could feel the pleasure building up into the base of his cock as he clenched his teeth. He was close, her tight pussy squeezing endlessly in rhythm upon his length was driving him mad. “Nhh… Yer.. Insatiable.. Huh?” He gasped out, drool spilling from down his jaw and upon her breast, sliding down against her nipple as she arched her back upwards again and tightened her ankles around his frame. 

SHLP THMP THP THAP

His knot kissed at her lips, slowly swelling to the bulging mass that demanded an ultimatum on sliding inside. Normally he would have asked, but in the heat of the moment he decided it was better to ask for forgiveness than for permission and his hips shoved inside. His knot slipped in between her lips with the plunge of his hips, but a split second later the bulky retriever gave an open mouthed moan, his bright pink tongue falling out as he tipped his head up. His knot began to swell and cum shot from the tip of his cock against her cervix, flooding her inner depths with thick slick ropes of hot canine cum. “Hshhh.. haauhhhhh.. Yyyyeahhh… NNnhhh.. Hmmh!” 

Sherri lifted her back upwards, her fingertips teasing through her tresses and clutching at the blades of grass underneath. Her ankle locked paws behind his back squeezed against him as she bit down upon her lower lip, her entire body flooded with pleasure as her muscles contracted, her pawtoes scrunching and her walls squeezing upon his ejaculating length. “Mmmhh!” She crooned happily as she angled her hips upwards, letting all that thick cream fill into her womb. “Give me all that hot cider farmer boy!”

The large doggo panted for air as he rest above her, his cock still plugged into her pussy with his fat knot preventing any of her hard earned cum from spilling out. He enjoyed a moment of simply gazing upon her as she lay there in serene bliss, her eyes suddenly noticing one of those honeycrisp apples in front of her muzzle. She looked up to the hand holding it, then to Joltie with a bemused smirk as she leaned in and sunk her teeth into the rich sweet apple that instantly rewarded her tastebuds with plenty of crisp mealy juices. “Well you better come back tomorrow.” Joltie said sweetly as Sherri took the apple from him.

“Oh yeah, why’s that?” Sherri punctuated her statement with another satisfying crunch of apple, the incredibly sweet flavor too rich for her lips to keep to themselves, slightly spilling down the sides of her chin.

“Well they say somethin’ about an apple a day don’t they?” The golden retriever leaned in with a grin upon his lips, his hands teasing at her sides. “And I got more of that fresh pressed cider to give ya!”