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With the changing leaves came the sweetness of October on the horizon, Autumn was a beautiful season with its own particular scent that brought a conjuration of images like Pumpkin Spice Lattes, comfy warm sweaters, crackling fires and the cuddles they inevitably created in their radius. For Sherri those were all secondary to her favorite arrival that came in with the autumn breeze and that was the juicy crunchy flavor of honeycrisp apples. Amongst the trees and through the foliage Sherri and Jessica traversed the orchard on an autumn afternoon date for two, fingertips clasped together swinging back and forth with Sherri’s exuberance palpable and Jessica’s excitement taking the form of a gentle smile at watching the doggirl’s enthusiasm for apple picking. 

It was the perfect afternoon date on a weekday afternoon, the air was still warm from the day’s sunlight but not enough to warrant a springtime tee. For Jess she was more interested in the actual processing of cider and getting a moment to perform the function with her own hands. It was an interesting idea for a date romantic in its own way but Jessica was happy to spend her afternoon with Sherri doing anything having an activity planned out made it all the better. The otter noticed as Sherri scampered towards one of the grove trees her excitement almost exploding from her and barely contained by the way she dashed and how her tail swung about behind her, almost wagging her instead of the other way around. 

“Ooooh these look perfect!” Hands reached out and easily plucked a plump apple from the tree while gauging the coloration. It soon became a projectile, lobbed upwards at Jessica who easily caught it in her webbed fingertips. “Give it a try!” 

The otter had enjoyed apples and apple cider before but after doing a cursory glance she gave a bite that returned an exceptionally sweet crunch underneath her fangs with juices running down her chin. Shockingly enough the otter gave an approving nod, it was faintly similar in taste to apple cider, as would all apples be but this felt closer than the mealy red macintosh apples or the more tart and sour granny smiths. “S’thgouhd.” Jessica quickly wiped her muzzle and Sherri gave a happy smile, biting on her lower lip and swinging her body back and forth. “So uh, I guess we just pick ‘em then?” 

The otter took another bite and headed towards the tree to begin the round of pickings, some were ripe enough to pluck but the industrious otter ever the engineer couldn’t help but wonder about the efficiency. The apples seemed to pull away with little resistance when they were ready to be eaten, in fact the slight jostling of a sister fruit upon the vine was the catalyst to another falling free. The doggirl was almost reckless when it came to her excitement, standing upon her tiptoes on a stepstool as she leaned against the tree center, her arm hanging upon a sturdy branch while her eyes focused upon an apple… One larger than the others, almost grapefruit in size. Sherri’s eyes wide and her tongue licking at her lips as her tail danced about behind her.. 

It was something she could see coming a mile away, Jess was simply aware of it and when she saw the tumbling of stepsladder underneath Sherri’s paws the otter was a reflex into Sherri’s slip. The snapping of a branch and the rustle of apples that quickly followed as Sherri lost her balance was a moment that without the otter could have ended with a frightening tumble, instead of a tragedy that autumn afternoon it was a heartpounding moment with Jessica holding onto her sweet doggirl with her arms cradling her form and Sherri gasping for air as she gazed up at her paladin otter who winced with an apple bouncing off the side of her head. “You okay hon?” 

Her lower lip tucked between her teeth and a swift nod of her head, Sherri almost looked like she was about to cry when she leaned up and pressed a kiss upon Jessica’s snout. “Thankyou..” She gave a humbled murmur her cheeks flushed bright from her own clumsiness, arms swung up hugging tightly around Jessica’s neck as the doggirl pressed herself in close almost squeezing her frame deep into the otter’s arms refusing to be let go to which the otter happily obliged.

“I guess this time my good luck won out against your bad luck huh?” Sherri’s nodding head brought a smirk upon her muzzle, the otter holding still thoughtful for a moment as she offered a gentle peck upon her brow. “I was thinking there’s gotta be a better way to get these apples you know?” She adjusted Sherri slightly with her arms standing up straight as she glanced towards the plentiful orbs overhead. “The ripe ones don’t even really need to be picked as much as well.. nudged I guess.” Her eyes peered down at Sherri and a glimmer sparkled through them as she quickly pressed the doggirl’s back against the tree trunk. “I think they call it apple bucking?”

Her cheeks formed a bright blush and the discomfort of bark pushing against her back quickly gave way to the pleasure that came from Jessica’s lips offering a deep kiss against her lips. Sherri’s legs twitched as they looped around Jessica’s lower back, her sapphire polished fingertips curling into the tawny fur as her heart skipped a beat, their lips locked together as her tail twirled into itself and her hips lifted with her back arching upwards. Her plump breasts showing off as she let out a tender moan of pleasure while the otter’s body pressed against her own allowed Jessica’s hands to maneuver Sherri’s skirt upwards while the doggirl used her footpaws to peel those tight jeans down Jessica’s thighs. “Mnnhhh..” Sherri licked at her lips as the kiss broke, “You sure you’re not gonna get some.. kinda.. subconscious horny whenever we drink apple cider?” 

“Didn’t think about that,” Jessica murmured as she gazed down into Sherri’s eyes their noses almost touching as she felt her cock throb excitedly as her hips delved closer to the depths between Sherri’s thighs while her beating heart pounded against her chest. “But I know you’ll be worth any kind of Pavlovian arousal.” With that the otter sealed the contract of possible conditioned arousal with a kiss, and a slow push of her hips. The tip of her primed pre-cum slickened cock touching against Sherri’s pussy lips and like her tongue that pushed between Sherri’s lips, so too did her dick penetrate between her lover’s folds. 

The passionate flow of Jessica’s hips reminded Sherri of why she adored the otter as a lover, the fierce thrusts that pumped into her body, lifting her up and bringing her back down upon her cock while at the same time their gazes fed into each other. Sherri’s heart racing as a small droplet of sweat fell down the side of her brow and along her cheek, her hands grasping at the tree branch above as her body was pumped into and concussed against the tree. Hips beating deep and fast, but Sherri couldn’t help but think of it as sensuous, the way Jessica’s breathing landed upon her own muzzle and their bodies almost conjoined at the center. Sherri’s pawtoes squeezed tightly as she whimpered at a deeper thrust than she was prepared for, her shoulders lifting and head tipping upwards revealing the nape of her neck as Jessica leaned forwards claiming the vulnerable flesh in a tight kiss while her webbed digits squeezed into the doggirl’s thighs. 

Sherri never thought of it as making love with Jess, the idea of it sounded so old fashioned, so boring, underneath bedsheets with a boring motif of intent that hardly encapsulated the passion they shared for one another. Yet at the same time with Jess it wasn’t simply a carnal moment of pleasure where they followed the drive of their bodies, Sherri was enamored by Jessica’s touch, the sensation of her padded fingertips that teased along her body. The sensation of her lips kissing upon the nape of her neck and sucking tightly against her flesh as the doggirl moaned her pleasures, a heated moment that she could only feel with the otter she loved so dearly. It wasn’t making love, and it wasn’t primal fucking either, the closest thing Sherri could describe it as was ‘making fuck’ as crude as that sounded. “Harder.. Jess.. Fuck.. Right there.. Harder.. There..” The doggirl moaned out as her body shivered with ecstasy that built up deeper in her core. “Fuck.. Fuckmehard…err.. Rightthere!” 

Sharp teeth clenched into Sherri’s form as Jessica rut her body in deep, the firm thump of tree trunk and the bristling leaves that shook with the idle thuds of apples that fell to the wayside as a byproduct of their passions echoed in her rounded cookie ears. “Shrrii..” Jessica groaned through her teeth as she held the doggirl tight feeling that miraculously soppy twat that melted upon her cockmeat groping at her dick bereft of Jessica’s intent to last longer, to prolong their pleasures together, yet Sherri’s pussy simply didn’t care. Her heated blue folds that eagerly sucked in every inch of Jessica’s cock and almost refused to let go as the otter strained to work her thigh muscles in and out at an ever increasing pace. “Ghnhha.. I’m.. Close..”

The otter’s hips landed against the depths of Sherri’s pussy with an audible thump that shook the tree behind her, her hands clutching upon the nearby branch that now sported claw marks was released of a few apples that dropped from overhead. The heated otter soon found herself unable to give anything but the fullest force of her hips as she rocked her body inside Sherri, letting her weight clap their combined bodies against the tree trunk that soon littered honeycrisp apples around them like raindrops. Sherri’s fingertips curled along the branch as she moaned out and Jessica feeling the heated pressure in her loins filling up to the brim pressed their lips together once more as their combined bodies shook the leaves and harvested apples in tandem to their pleasures. 

The bubbling sound that throbbed from within Jessica’s cock told of Sherri’s imminent future, the warm geyser of cum that Sherri’s insides braced for as her eyes watered and her lips finally broke the kiss with a hot cry of pleasure. “Hahhh.. Fuckyesss!” Sherri groaned as her own orgasm rushed through her body and the squeezing walls that grasped onto Jessica’s cock summoned for the thick medley of sperm ropes that ruptured inside her body. The tip of Jessica’s cock crammed against her cervix and Sherri winced at the tightness that squished through her body as cum flooded at her fertile womb. “Nhhh..Yess.. Hahuhh.. Yeahhh..” Sherri breathed deep as she felt her chest swell with pleasure as each consecutive bubbling warm shot of cum lay deep within her form. 

Sherri’s body quivered while still grasping onto the tree branch with both hands and Jessica’s body with her incessantly twitching ankles. The otter leaned close as both girls attempted to catch the breath in the heat of the moment that was slowly melting away creating another fond memory for each of them. The otter’s hands holding underneath Sherri’s juicy asscheeks as she positioned herself deeper into the tree. “Hey,” Jessica’s voice barely above a huffed whisper, “Hang on just a sec okay?” Sherri blinked with confusion before she felt part of her body start to sag. 

Jessica had reached into the side of her jeans pocket and withdrew a pocket knife, the metallic clicking sound of the blade exposing itself brought a shiver to Sherri’s form as the otter drew it closer. Sherri’s eyes focused upon it while webbed digits held it carefully above.. and to the side of Sherri’s arm the blade pushed deep. Metal gouged into the bark sinew of the tree and the scraping sounds of trunk being sliced caused Sherri’s ears to twitch curiously. "Hm?" Sherri glanced up as the carving blade dug through another cut of bark.. then finally.. Stopped. "Wha'ts this?" 

When Sherri’s legs finally touched upon the ground and she tried to sort herself, Jessica smiled upon her handiwork with a bright grin. “Well I wanted to keep track. This is going to be our tradition from now on and I think it should start that way.” With her hands upon her hips Jessica tipped her nose upwards at the mark left upon the tree.

Jessica and Sherri – 2021

With plenty of space left for more..