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“Today’s the day!” Skye’s ringing voice burst out from the shower, starling the half-asleep human as he rounded towards the sink. Nick jolted at her voice, glancing over in time for her to emerge from behind the curtain, phone boldly in hand with her fur dribbling onto the mat. “Today is the day!”

“What day?” Nick yawned, grabbing for his toothbrush with drooping eyes. The red panda’s energy seemed to rise boundlessly as she grew more and more awake by the minute. He fell into the comfort of his usual routine as Skye shook her fur and started to roughly towel dry her legs. “Today, pumpkin spice lands at Doland’s!”

“Ah...” Nick nodded, recognizing the local coffee shop instantly. As the air grew cooler and cooler and decor in stores grew oranger and oranger, it was only a matter of time before pumpkin spice permeated everything around them. “I thought maybe you meant corporate day-”

Skye waved her hand. “Yeah, that too. Just a little meeting downtown, not worried.” She patted Nick’s butt as she passed, moving into the bedroom to get dry and dressed. “Excited to run the shop yourself?”

“Not at all!”

She laughed, almost drowning the sound of the closet door sliding open in her voice. Nick headed into the shower next, letting the water rush up around him to wake him up.

***

With a buzz, Nick’s phone pulled his attention in the quiet GameStop. The store was quiet so close to open. Skye’s face filled his screen with the text notification: “Pumpkin spice latte obtained! +4 to Autumnal Vibes!”

Nick smirked, fishing beneath the counter to grab the plastic bag he’d picked up at the corner store on the way in. With a flash of the phone’s camera, he’d sent shots of his own pumpkin spice finds: “Pumpkin spice PRINGLES, pumpkin pie Kit Kats, and pumpkin pie Rice Krispies.”

“What’s my score?”

After a beat, Skye’s response delivered him +10 points in their rising competition to find the best pumpkin spice discoveries in the city.

“The competition is on, little human. I am the queen of pumpkin spice. You will bend the knee.”

Nick grinned, tucking his phone away and starting to scheme.

***

“Cheesecake filled pumpkin spice Krispy Kreme donut!”

“Pumpkin spiced SPAM!”

“Pumpkin churros!”

“Pumpkin pie cheesecake ice cream!”

The working day was a flurry of customers into GameStop and new discoveries. Nick spent the space between customer questions scouring the internet for places to hit when lunch rolled around. His lunch break was a speedrun of local shops and phone call pre-orders to gather all his best pumpkin spice challengers.

Skye, downtown in the city of a brief meeting with the higher-ups of their GameStop connections, had a brief day and a long train ride back. She spent the day jumping off the route to visit local shops and different groceries in search for weirder and weirder pumpkin spice items.

By the end of the day, their tally had been muddied, but the real challenge would be in their taste test in the evening. However, on Skye’s final train ride, she interrupted Nick’s pumpkin hunt at the grocery store: “You’ve just lost.”

“What?” Nick glanced over his shoulder, almost ready to see Skye behind him catching him picking the wrong pumpkin for their carving, but instead he just startled a passing grandmother.

“I’ve found the ultimate pumpkin spice.”

“What is it?”

“Not revealing. I’ll save my coup de grace for the battle at hand-”

“I’m buying you child-safe carving implements.”

***

With a slosh of another pumpkin spice latte, Skye launched herself through the door of the pair’s apartment to find Nick instead, already spreading plastic over the top of their kitchen table in preparation for the pumpkin carving to come.

“Hey, you made it back-” Nick looked up with a smile, catching a glimpse of the red panda’s full figure in the frame of the doorway. She heaved two massive totes on either shoulder, framing on either side of her loose, white button-up over tight, leather pants. With a click of her heels, she headed towards the coffee table to unload her bags. “I did! I have so many snacks!” She spun around, bringing one of her bags with her into the kitchen as her fingers found Nick’s chest with a stroking motion that led into a warm hug.

As she leaned into him, the warm heft of her breasts pressed into his chest. The thin layer of her shirt did little to buffer her soft fur and the rich heat of her form from him. One arm looped around her waist, pulling her embrace in tighter. “Mm, you smell like a pumpkin spice panda-”

Skye’s sparkling laugh filled his ears for a moment before she pulled away, nuzzling her fuzzy muzzle into his cheek as she did. “Snacks and carving?”

Nick grinned, nodding. He heaved two, rounded orange gourds to the table top and laid out their various carving tools while Skye unveiled their various pumpkin spice snacks in various levels of gross. They worked in a comfortable silence broken through with small anecdotes about hunting down their snacks. The quiet was safe and familiar until it was increasingly filled with the crunch and snap of their pumpkin carving and laughter intermixed with focused silence.

“Oh man, I think you might win with pumpkin spice rubbed jerky... That’s disgustang!” Skye gagged, filling her mouth with a guzzle of pumpkin pie soda. “Ah! That doesn’t help!”

“You take 6 points of pumpkin spice damage. That’s poison damage.”

“Yeah, right! It’s psychic!”

The panda’s fluffy tail smacked out at the human’s thigh, sending a zip up his spine as she grazed the tickling, soft fur over his bare skin. She glanced over at him with her eyes sparkling under the kitchen lights and a smile spreading her muzzle wide enough to show the sharp fangs peeking out from inside.

“What are you carving?” Nick leaned forward, trying to peek at Skye’s secretive hunch around her pumpkin.

“No peeking!” She bared her teeth, giving him a short, playful snarl before her face broke with laughter. “I’ll kill any peekers!”

“Fine! Fine! I’m carving a very handsome pumpkin: Jack Lance Tern!” Nick spun his pumpkin partway around to show his face midway through the carving. So far, the face had a single crisp triangular eye and one side of the next busted through the rich, orange flesh of the pumpkin. Already, Nick’s hand ached from holding the cheap, plastic tool; but Skye’s work seemed to continue ceaselessly behind the veil of her fat pumpkin. She’d printed something, a template to guide her work. She had since discarded the tool in a crumpled ball to her side. Nick didn’t dare peek at it to get a hint of her work.

“You know, this one is actually pretty good-” Nick waggled one of the pumpkin cookies, crunching into it. “It barely tastes like any pumpkin thing. That’s probably why it’s good-” He snickered at his own joke, but Skye just rolled her eyes without pulling them off of her squash canvas.

In the background, the soundtrack skipped forward with a rousing rise of Spooky Scary Skeletons while Skye gleefully continued stabbing her pumpkin with artful force. Another hour unfolded as the two were snacking and sawing, revealing the designs from their pumpkins piece by piece.

At long last, the plastic was cleared from the table and Skye dropped a bright, flickering lantern into the open top of her pumpkin before she held onto the bright gourd with a grin. “Are you ready?”

Nick nodded, almost holding his breath as he dimmed down the lights so he would see her pumpkin in its full glory. With a little, stern nod, Skye turned the flickering pumpkin around. Light danced inside the carved gourd, casting sparkling orbs of light onto the wall as her design emerged in glowing orange. Nick stared until the shape of a human face clicked. He stared at the little details in the oval-y, realistic face. He noted the small, simple goatee carved partway through the pumpkin with rising terror. “Did you carve... me!?”

“Yeah!” Skye bounced in place with a little laugh. She stepped closer, showing him every little note that somehow made the jumble of features look more and more like a very familiar nerd.

“We can’t put that in front of our house!”

“Why not? Pumpkins are supposed to be terrifying!”

“Oh you...”

In the dim kitchen, Nick’s hands grabbed onto the giggling panda’s waist. Her soft fur was cushioning beneath his squeezing fingers even through her shirt. Gleeful, peeling laughter filled the air as she set her pumpkin down and grabbed onto his arms in response, leaning into his play attack. “I wanted something scary!” Nick nipped at her neck, mocking an angry attack as her soft form writhed against his body. “I wanted impact! Fright!”

“You’re such a meanie!”

“Stop! Oh stop!” Nick’s fingers found the sensitive, ticklish markers on the girl’s side and sought revenge as she squirmed in his arms. Her soft, squirming form was delightful to feel, skimming her warmth against him. “You’re just jealous because I won! My pumpkin is beautiful and my bounty full!”

“Hey! We both agreed my pumpkin spice finds were top notch!” Nick’s tickling stopped as the serious topic of their competition re-appeared. Now, Skye’s fingers were idly stroking up his chest, still sending zipping warmth up his form.

“Nuh uh... We’re nearly tied on the official notes!”

“Ah, but I have the lead, however small! I win!”

“But you know, before the points can be tallied for this pumpkin spice competition, I have my coup de grace,” Skye’s voice suddenly lowered into a purring, rumbling tone. Her eyes met Nick’s with a heavy lid. He felt a sudden heat spread down his chest at her look. He knew that look.

The girl stalked closer with a click of her heels on the tile. Her body pressed flush to the human with her hips writhing in against his own. With a little crinkle, Skye pulled a small, metallic packet out from the small pocket on her thin shirt emblazoned with a fat pumpkin glimmering with ‘spice.’ “The ultimate pumpkin spice mistake: the “spice it up” in the bedroom condom,” Skye smirked, slowly tearing open the package as she pulled Nick from the kitchen into the adjoined living room towards the couch.

As his ass dropped onto the soft cushion of the couch, Skye was already peeling his shorts down his hips, rapidly undressing his bottom half as her fingers stroked down over the soft skin of his thighs. Her eyes flicked up to him, smirking at his surprised, agape mouth. She kneeled in front of him, giving him a top-down view down her white, button-up top. The rich, red fur of her chest contrasted sharply with her restrained outfit, only making her cleavage more enticing.

As he stared down at the crease of her heavy breasts pressing together between the spread of his thighs, her soft fingers sought out his cock with a warm, squeezing stroke. “Now, I know you won’t be tasting this selection...” Skye crooned, leaning closer so that the heat of her breath washed over the sensitive tip of his cock. “...but I think I can convince the judges that this secures me my win.”

Nick slumped back into the couch, suddenly forgetting about the pumpkin sitting on the table or any of their other spiced snacks. Instead, his eyes slimmed down to watch Skye unfurl the flavored condom and guide it adeptly over his cock. Then, her lips parted out around him with her tongue extending. A warm, wet heat flooded over the top of his cock as her tongue found his shaft, sliding down the length of him and guiding his tip deeper into her mouth.

His knees tensed, fighting the urge to buck up into her lips as she licked along the sides of his cock, meeting to his base before she retracted, repeating the motion focused on the opposite side. The heat of her mouth rapidly coaxed him to his stiffest stance before she tightened her lips around his cock, creating a hot vacuum inside her muzzle as she suckled along the top half of his shaft.

Nick’s hips flexed, bucking deeper into her muzzle as the ridges along the top of her mouth as her suckling lips slid up and down over the length of him, bobbing her head over his lap. As she worked, the long line of her back led to the swell of her rounded ass behind her. Her tight, leather pants clung to her natural curves and hugged the plump round of her butt with her tail curling up over her shoulder to stay clear of his view.

With a huff, the human’s breathing grew faster, hitching in the back of his throat as his fingers slid down into the thick tangle of her loose hair, holding her tighter to him.

“Oh damn...” he grunted, letting out a faint sigh as she kissed at his base with the entire length of his cock trapped inside the heat of her suckling muzzle. The tip of his cock pushed into the tightening of her throat as she pushed her lips to to the very base of his shaft.

She retracted, hugging her lips around him as her fingers found his base. Her fingers squeezed around the base of his exposed shaft as her lips started to bounce and suck along the top few inches of him, using her tongue to swirl around his tip. Nick shuddered against the cushion of the couch, straining to keep himself steady as she slurped loudly over him as her fingers stroked along the lower half.

The wet, lewd sounds of her mouth continued to rise in the air along with the rich, musky smell of her own arousal rising in the air. With her free hand, Skye started to undo the buttons of her white top, one by one, revealing more and more of her chest as her lips hugged around the flare of Nick’s tip. He stared down from above, struggling to choose between watching himself disappearing into her lips or more and more of her full, bouncing chest appearing as she pushed her shirt open button by button. The lacey, black bra heaved the cleavage of her chest upwards into a rich crease framed beneath Nick’s cock until she pulled up off his tip with a little pop of her lips. With a grin, she met Nick’s eyes with a glimmering sparkle of mischief while she peeled up the condom and flicked it away, the novelty worn off.

With both hands, the red panda guided her heavy breasts up and slowly dropped them over the tip of his stiff, jutting cock, trapping him between the downy soft orbs of her tits as they were held, squeezed together with the confines of her bra.

Her breasts squished together, trapping his twitching cock within the soft fur as she started to bounce her chest over him, slowly letting the stroking soft fur massage around either side of his cock. The flared tip of his cock curled over her breast as she moved. Her fingers clutched onto either side of her bosom, adding to the pressure hugging around his cock as she bounced her breasts up and down around his cock, hugging him in the crease of her soft, heavy chest.

“Fuck...” she whimpered, looking down to the sight of the tip pistoning in and out of the squeezing of her breasts, appearing and reappearing out of the tight squeeze of her cleavage. Her muzzle bent forward, meeting to the top of his tip as it appeared, swirling her tongue over the sensitive as her bouncing, massaging chest worked over the rest of him.

With a squeeze, her fingers groped up to sides of her breasts, grabbing at the edge of her bra and pulled the edges slightly down to let her nipples peek over the top edge as her eyes upturned down the human above her. “Have I won yet?” she purred, slowly biting at the edge of her lip with a grinding rock of her hips. “Or do you need some more convincing?”

With her eyes still holding his gaze, the girl pushed her shoes off her feet and slowly rose to a standing position. With a little flick, she undid the button of her pants and shimmied out of the clinging fabric before she crawled up onto the couch. Her legs spread over the human’s lap, holding the heat of her bare crotch hovering over his own jutting cock. He twitched beneath the radiating warmth of her as she leaned down to his lips with a long, lingering kiss tinged only slightly with the season’s most inescapable kiss.

“I’m not above bribing the judges...” she purred as her hips rolled against him, grazing his tip along the wet line of her bare slit. The smell of her musk filled the air around him while the kitchen speaker hummed Sinatra’s rendition of “Witchcraft” and her open shirt spilled out over either side of her full, bulging breasts.

“Oh I’ve got no defense for it... the heat is too intense for it...”

With a small squirm, she ground against him again. A sparkling drop of her leaking wetness clung to the pulsing head of his cock while her lips leaned close to his ear, rasping her rich, throaty whisper right into his brain.

“I think I can convince you to make the right choice, Mr. Judge...” A soft, wet kiss pressed to his lip as she swapped to his other side, pressing her breasts into his chest and beneath his chin. With each second, she lowered the heat of her cunt a bit lower onto his cock head, slowly letting him plunge between her lower lips and into the squeze of her sex. “... but first, trick or treat?”