Bonus Story - Thanksgiving Pie (Patreon)

In the quiet suburbs of a college town there was the looming sense of the upcoming Thanksgiving Holiday, families from afar were returning home and the homogenous subdivision had driveways full of cars with out of town license plates. Clarie had a distinct memory of her home one that hadn’t changed over the years she’d been on her own and ventured back each year for the holidays. Sure the interior of the home got all sorts of updates and changes, her father was practically a full on construction addict with the bankroll of a tenured History professor at the local university. Meanwhile her mom had started her own little business selling Mary Kay products.

It was all so mundane, like she had a family born of the Stepford Wives but even then they took it to new heights of love and wholesome! Claire was the youngest of three siblings, and her older brother had come out to the family the previous years, not to dramatic cries of blame and dejection but to casual acceptance that simply hadn’t been bothered by it. Luckily this year she had a friend that was so excited to come visit for the holiday, Sherri’s parents (which included her exceptionally thick caked Mommaphant that Claire had quivered for upon their first meeting) were taking a vacation south for the warmer climate. 

When Sherri walked into the living room Claire immediately took notice, the doggirl wearing a tight titty squeezing turtleneck accompanied with a flirtatious skirt that sent chills up the chubby skunkgirl’s spine. Her eyes flittered along Sherri’s outfit and the way it accentuated her curves so deliciously. She didn’t even know what to say as Sherri was greeted by her mother, a shorter woman who had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss at her friend’s cheek.

“Oh you look so cute, but dinner won’t be ready for a few hours sweetheart,” Her hand touched gently at Sherri’s cheek and the doggirl simply blushed sweetly in return. 

“I know but I figured if I didn’t want to be late spending all that time upstairs getting ready, so I thought I’d rather be early instead. Besides, now I can help out.” It was at that moment that Claire approached from behind, her palm clapping roughly against Sherri’s tush as she leaned in close with a sneering grin. 

Sherri gave a short yip as the clap was followed by a sharp clawed pinch of clawtips into the fabric, gripping her buttcheeks in a possessive fashion, “Oh yeah, I definitely need to help show you around don’t I?” 

Her mom gave a curiously innocent tilt of her head as Claire swept away the guest to ‘show her around’ the house that she had been visiting since the previous evening. The nice thing about a father who was a home improvement hobbyist meant that there was always the most fanciful rooms that made it easy to escort a girl for a private rendezvous.

While it wasn’t necessarily her handiwork that put together the luxurious gaming room filled with hand crafted furniture, a self-serve bar and countertop that looked like it could have resided in an upscale hotel. “Yeah my dad and I put this together over the summer last year,” Claire smirked at Sherri’s impressed features, her fluffy striped tail smoothing along the doggirl’s leg. “You should have seen mom pitch a fit when he said he was getting a pool table.” 

Sherri’s hand lifted to her mouth, eyes opening wide, “Oooh, your mom?” Sherri gasped, Claire nodded. “That cute little lady?” 

“Oh yeah, Mom can be a real pistol.” She started to round the corner of the table, nearing Sherri with her body her tail curled around the inside of Sherri’s lower leg, her eyes meeting the slightly shorter doggirl that looked so tasty in such a tight little outfit. “She never comes in here.. and dad is busy messing around with the turkey..” She whispered softly, her eyes meeting Sherri’s as her hand started to sneak up the side of her hip, “The boys are watching the football game..”

She could hear the thumping in Sherri’s chest, especially as the doggirl offered a coy grin in return, “So there’s no chance we’ll get caught?” She murmured in return as Claire’s hand rose to catch the side of her cheek, her head leaning in close until their whispers together could be caught upon each other’s lips. 

“Not a chance,” Claire swallowed, her thumb smoothing along Sherri’s bunny soft fur, her eyes locked upon Sherri’s puppy brown hues, her mouth eager to taste the glistening lip gloss, idly wondering what flavor she had chosen.

“I see..” Sherri sounded disappointed, Claire’s ears perking, was she making the move incorrectly? “That’s a shame, I love putting on a show.” Suddenly Claire’s eyes widened with surprise in both at Sherri’s response and the way she leaned in and proactively kissed to her! She felt the tingle of excitement twist along her spine as her striped tail curled tighter around Sherri’s body.

Their tongues met in a soft passionate display, Claire and Sherri, breathing together as their hands maneuvered around one another’s bodies. Sherri’s legs started to tremble, and Claire would lean forwards guiding her back until she lay against her father’s prized pool table, her hand reaching inwards finding that juicy plump pussy hiding underneath her skirt. “My favorite part about Thanksgiving,” Claire murmured sweetly as she teased along the soft blue lipped quim, “Is the blueberry pie.” 

The warmth of Sherri pussy lips soaked into her fingers, Claire smoothing her palm up and down Sherri’s glistening mound as they kissed deeper to one another. Her mouth parting slightly, their tongues meeting and sliding against one another, bodies grinding as Claire felt her heart pounding against her chest. Sherri’s cute little turtleneck sweater that hugged her puppies tightly, “Hhff..” Claire broke the kiss, and then their bodies began to meet in another way. Her hands slid up the underside of her black form fitting shirt, pushing up against the fabric with her hands as Sherri lay upon her back. The doggirl squirming slightly as her tits were finally put on display, her perky blue nipples looking like little blueberries atop of her ebony furred titmounds. “Just a taste before dinner..” She whispered to Sherri, her mouth leaning forwards and her lips connecting against her tit, tongue swirled and extended, smearing saliva against Sherri’s blue nipple that began to stiffen against her affections while Sherri’s back arched upwards. 

Claire felt so at home between Sherri’s breasts she could have skipped Thanksgiving Dinner without a second thought, feasting upon the flavor of Sherri’s nipple while her hand teased against her pussy, Claire breathed hot gasps into the softness of Sherri’s body. “Mhhh.. Claire..” Sherri moaned out, her body roiling underneath her touch as Sherri’s fingertips trailed up behind her back holding onto ivory white tresses. “Not too hard!” She pleaded, her hips jolting slightly as Claire’s fingers gave a twisting push deep into her wet quim. 

The slightly large femme pushed with her body, the skirt peeling up as her hand retreated from Sherri’s thighs, her own slacks peeled down from her legs as Sherri waited there with bated breath. The skunkette shifting her hips slightly, side to side shimmying those juicy cheeks free, “Like what you see?” She mused as her own pussy came into view, one leg stepping out from her slacks as the other raised freeing herself from clothing. 

“Oh yeah,” Sherri licked her glossy lips, her legs resting against the edge of the table with her heels pressed against the ledge, “You better not make too much of a mess, I don’t want to be a liar and have to get ready again..” Claire approached with her hands carefully smoothing up the sides of her ebony furred legs.

Her hips locked onto Sherri’s, her fingers gripping tightly onto those cute little ankles in each hand as she glared hungrily down at the doggirl with such a pouty hot look on her face. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to not ruin your outfit..” Claire teased, not that she actually cared! Her hips then moved forwards, squeezing her pussy mound right against Sherri’s plump blue lips, the heat of their connecting bodies drove her insane, her eyes lidding for a brief moment as she smeared her wet soppy snatch against the lovely doggirl’s until their clits met in a lurid cuntkiss. 

Their pussies met, smoothing against one another as their juice soaked labias, Claire rode her hips forwards pushing Sherri further back against the felt table. Sherri’s hands gripped tightly onto her own thighs, moans echoing from her lips as their clits stroked against each other, “Nnhff.. Claire!” Sherri’s hand suddenly seized against Claire’s thigh as the larger woman pinned against her with the weight of her form, squeezing Sherri’s body while she began to roll her hips more vigorously than before.

Sherri’s body was wriggling, writhing, and while Claire loved that pleasured look she made and how she could manipulate the doggirl’s figure into squirming so much, it was becoming a problem when she was trying to pin her down for her own pleasures! “Rrf!” Claire growled teasingly, holding Sherri’s pawtoe to her teeth and giving a sharp squeezing nibble that contrast to her intentions, made the doggirl squirm even more! Sherri’s body contracted, squeezing and squirming as their bodies rolled together 

Her favorite part was how firm Sherri’s clit was getting as they rubbed together, Claire focusing the weight of her hips downwards, pushing those special buttons together, moaning in tandem with Sherri as they felt the similar bliss of pressure that made them feel like they were roiling in unison. “Ohgod.. Claire.. Claire..” Sherri moaned out, her eyes watering at the corners and making her cheeks glisten with pleasure tears. Her pawtoes scrunching tightly as Claire’s fingers clung to them, gripping the little pearls with a tightness that made her feel like her entire body was being squeezed into orgasm! 

As Sherri felt herself fall deep into the blissful warmth of orgasm, Claire continued to move her hips, every jolt sending Sherri deeper into her own eye closing moment as she gasped and moaned, almost choking on her own ecstasy. Claire felt her bangs brushing over her brow as she ground herself inwards, endlessly moving her hips as the increasingly slickened juices of their pussies brought her own body to that sating completion she was craving. 

As Claire felt her orgasm mix in with Sherri’s wet snatch, she leaned forwards, sealing her lips against Sherri’s in a tightening kiss. Her fingers squeezing tightly against Sherri’s pawtoes as the two girls clung together instinctively throughout the moments of pleasure that united them. Her eyes shut tightly, holding onto Sherri as tight as possible as they breathed and moaned together their orgasmic kiss, finally Claire let the kiss break, she needed a breath of air that wasn’t from Sherri’s lungs, gazing down at the blushing doggirl who’s gloss was now smeared. “Mmh..” Claire licked her own lips, tasting the sweet flavor of Sherri’s blueberry glossed chapstick on her tongue, “We better get back soon.. my  parents will be wondering where we went off to.”

Sherri’s hands hugged around Claire’s neck, bringing her close as their noses touched, Sherri’s trembling legs quivering as they hugged onto Claire’s thighs. “Well now I’m a hot mess.. so you better help me get all fixed up again cause.. well..” Sherri blushed deeper, the scent of their sex lingered in the air and clung to the fabric of her clothes, not that Claire minded in the least.

“Deal, but I get to pick your outfit this time..” Claire gave a devious smirk, sealing their covenant with another kiss.