# Apples

Author: TLD
Tags: Date, Husky, M/F, Sex, Tigress

#3 of Fruit Basket

See my other story, Grapes, to learn more about why I decided to upload my old work. My te...

See my other story, Grapes, to learn more about why I decided to upload my old work. My terrible, terrible old work. Well, I was young...

 

**Apples**

 

The afternoon sun rose over the school, burning orange into the sky, casting shadows of gray  
 upon the white concrete. The American flag blew in the slight breeze atop the flagpole as the bell  
 sounded the release of the prisoners, the end of the torture. And the prisoners were satisfied as  
 they piled out of the classrooms, schoolbags upon their backs, running to their freedoms beyond  
 the school gates. The air was thick with banter, chit-chat of everyday conversations. Two  
 students, a horse and a husky, walked side by side.  
  
 'So Ken, when's the date?' asked the horse, Alex, walking with a slightly quicker step  
 than his friend. His thick ears folded, he listened intently.  
  
 'Tonight, at eight...we're going to the park up on Cherry Street, the new one.' replied the  
 Husky, his tail wagging at a slow, steady pace.  
  
 'An amusement park on a Friday night.' Alex shook his dark mane slightly 'damn original,  
 Ken.'  
  

  'Shurrup, it was her idea, ya know.' said Ken, absentmindedly. He was too busy thinking  
 about tonight to come up with a better comeback. His grayish-white ears perked and eased  
 continually, his tail wagging behind him. The pair passed underneath the massive school gates,  
 shadowing their faces momentarily. As they came back into the sunlight, Alex waved his goodbye  
 and wished him good luck, luck he would most certainly need. He had never been on a date  
 before. A real date, anyway. Even though he had known Claira for a very long time, and they  
 were good friends, neither of them had taken the extra step. Alex never had a girlfriend; Ken  
 lacked one as well, so neither of them knew exactly what to expect. They both knew she was a  
 special girl, however, and Ken could tell Alex was slightly jealous. But more than anything, he  
 was happy for Ken.  
  
 Claira looked absolutely radiant in the light of the passing roller coasters. Her black stripes  
 blended ever-so perfectly with her orange fur, and her eyes shone so brightly, Ken couldn't help  
 but stare. Claira commented on Ken's good looks as well; he had groomed himself well before the  
 date, just the way she liked it. Twice. For hours they roamed the park, sharing in any activity the  
 couple encountered. Eating, riding, that nauseating almost-gonna-throw-up feeling, doing it all  
 over again. A perfect night.  
  

  'Ken, look! A picture booth! How cute!' exclaimed Claira as she pointed to a pink room,  
 closed by a curtain. She hugged him tight with her other arm, pressing her chest into him. Ken  
 tried the best he could to hide his blush as she rushed them both over into the booth. She  
 squeezed (a bit too tight, Ken thought) against him on the bench, a bit cold from the lack of  
 bodies upon it over the past night. Ken closed the curtain, excluding them from the outside park.  
 A small light hanging from the plastic ceiling dissipated the darkness of the booth. It was warm  
 and peaceful in the small space, as both Ken and Claira realized. As Ken took his attention from  
 the curtain, he felt her lips upon his cheek, and her arms wrap around his body. An alien feeling,  
 but gladly accepted.  
  
 'Claira...what...' Ken couldn't get out his sentence, as he was too distracted with her  
 body, pushing against his, so warm, so soft, so wonderful.  
  
 'Ken...I've liked you for such a long time...I was too afraid to show it until now...I'm so  
 glad you asked me out, or I might never have had the courage I have now...' she spoke into his  
 ear as she snuggled against him, her tail wrapping it's way around his. Ken was shocked, but the  
 feeling was quickly replaced with joy. For now, all he cared about was her. Nothing else mattered.  
 He had never felt so happy in his life.  
  

  'Claira...I love you.' said Ken, almost choking upon the words. Claira had never heard a  
 better confession, never felt as good as she did at that moment, sharing the same feeling. She  
 perked her tigress ears gently, sensually, the way Ken loved. Their eyes met, gazing into one  
 another, blue upon brown, the sky upon the earth. For the first time, they stared, lost; before they  
 had awkwardly turned away from one another, but now...this was special. Ken hugged her back,  
 leaning his body into hers as she did the same, kissing her as passionately as he could, wanting to  
 make their first kiss together the most special kiss either of them had felt. And it was. It seemed  
 that the pink walls themselves began to sweat as the heat inside the room increased considerably.  
 Ken and Claira were enjoying the kiss heavily, the small moans, the panting, the lips, the tails, the  
 bodies, a wonderful gift from heaven. It would have lasted forever had another couple and their  
 child not opened the curtain, intrigued by the small moans coming from within.  
  

  Ken and Claira both lie down on the large hill overlooking the park, gazing into the  
 beautiful blackness. The grass was slightly wet, and the full moon had risen deep into the dark  
 sky. They both breathed heavily, smelling the sweet scent of a fresh winter's night.  
  
 'You know, they didn't have to kick us out.' said Claira, almost angrily, as she twisted her  
 tail in the wind, still staring into the darkness, her eyes glistening from the moonlight. As beautiful  
 as ever.  
  
 'Yeah, sure. We might have gotten away with it if you hadn't have been taking off my  
 shirt at the time.' answered Ken. He smiled and stared at the stars, licking his lips. He could  
 almost taste her on his tongue, a pleasant sensation. Claira noticed the movement, and proceeded  
 to slide her delicate body over his, connecting her nose to his, staring into his eyes, holding their  
 bodies together, snuggling their tails together, and kissing once again. Finally, they could let their  
 love for eachother break all boundaries, disown all commitments with the outside world. As Claira  
 dug her thighs into his, he accepted her movement with caressing hands, stroking her lovely body,  
 eyes both closed, enhancing their sense of taste and touch. Ken ended (reluctantly) the kiss with a  
 small peck on Claira's deliciously pink lips. She held her body against his, her hands on his  
 shoulders, rising into the sky, poising herself over him. To Ken, she looked like a goddess,  
 perhaps of beauty (but as he would soon discover, she could also very well have been the goddess  
 of sex); her frame outlined by the stars, glowing slightly at the edges, a silhouette of love against  
 the darkness of a December night.  
  

  'Ken...I love you.' she said, tears forming at the wells of her eyes. 'I love you...I love you  
 I love you!' her body, exited in total happiness, wiggled against his.  
  
 Ken squirmed slightly to her exaggerated movements. 'Claira...I love you too...so very  
 much...' the silence was awkward for a minute until Claira pointed out the rising bulge in his  
 pants. Ken immediately blushed, and turned away as Claira giggled. She placed a delicate hand on  
 his chin, and turned his striking face towards hers. His cheeks were still red.  
  
 'Awww, Kenny, there's no need to be embarrassed!' she closed her eyes and smiled 'from  
 what I can tell, you're pretty big!' the comment did not pale his cheeks.  
  
 'Claira! I...I'm sorry, I don't mean to...' Claira cut him off, placing a finger upon his lips.  
  
 'Shhh...hehe, it's alright Kenny...I don't mind at all...' she slowly eased her gaze down his  
 body 'not at all...in fact...I think it's time us two lovers...got to know eachother...' her words  
 trailed off, but Ken heard her loud and clear. He proved his understanding with a loving tug on  
 her body towards him, close enough to place another perfect kiss on her lips. The small blades of  
 grass blew from a quick gust of wind, droplets of water on their surfaces rising, as did Claira's  
 hair, blowing 'round their faces. As Ken's kind hands massaged her generous body, her shirt was  
 tugged over her head, revealing her sweet breasts underneath, softness, delicacy, warmth flooded  
 over both of them as they pressed into one another, total love, total admiration. Ken's shirt was  
 just as quickly removed, and of course just as hotly, just as lovingly. Their tails intertwined, the  
 two lovers rolled among the soft grass, lapping at eachother's faces, feeling eachother's heated  
 heartbeats against their chests. Fireflies scattered into the night like lighthouses upon dark shores,  
 guiding the way for the lost. Claira's body constantly raised and lowered itself atop Ken, their  
 most sensual areas grinding together in loving harmony. Claira felt so perfect, it was hard for her  
 to concentrate on anything else. Her mind was set on love, nothing more, and certainly nothing  
 less. Soon (after much rolling, kissing, and caressing), Claira felt her skirt, the one she had worn  
 specifically for her new-found lover, rise gently up her backside, revealing her delicate, black  
  

  panties (she wore those for him, too). Before too long, the skirt was completely removed, leaving  
 Ken to view her almost-naked beauty (he was thankful the moon was so bright tonight!). Ken  
 stood on his knees, fully extending his body, just tall enough for a perfect view of her hard, cold  
 nipples.  
  
 'Claira, do you...I mean, I've never touched a girl before...can I-'  
  
 'Ken.' she stopped him, her hands sliding from her thighs to just under her breasts, raising  
 them so very close to his lips. 'Do you love me?'  
  
 Ken didn't even hesitate 'Claira, I love you more than anything! Much more!' Ken's eyes  
 glimmered as he said it. She could tell he meant it, with all his heart.  
  
 'Then, please, Ken...prove it any way you want to.' she practically panted into his ear,  
 bending over, teasingly pushing her nipples against Ken's cheeks 'From now on...you never have  
 to ask to love me...' Ken took the invitation gladly, ending her sentence with a quick gasp as he  
 took one of her nipples into his mouth. Ken enjoyed the sensation almost as much as Claira did.  
 And Claira loved it. His hot breath, his loving tongue, the security and warmth of his mouth, and  
 the peacefulness of the whole situation increased her breath to quick pants and gasps, occasionally  
 moaning when Ken fondled her breast just right. It was enough to get her panties damp with her  
 juices, lubricants spilling over her when she was touched in that loving way. She never had a  
 boyfriend before, never felt the kind of pleasure washing over her chest before, never felt this  
 special love before. As a quick burst of heat crossed her breast, she suddenly became weak, falling  
 back and propping herself up with her hands, her legs folded under her. She looked down to find  
 both her nipples wet, hard, and burning the cold around her. He had done both? She hadn't even  
 noticed...she was too lost in pleasure to care...  
  

  'Oh Kenny...mmnnn...that felt too good...' she turned upward momentarily, watching her  
 bot breath rise into the sky. 'Kenny...ooh...' she didn't feel like saying whole sentences anymore,  
 but she conveyed what she wanted with the spreading of her knees, revealing her damp thighs and  
 crotch (Ken never knew a girl could be so wet!). Ken, like a true dog, was immediately drawn to  
 her scent. He padded over to her and, with a gentle, quick movement, rubbed his cheeks along her  
 thighs, inhaling deeply, his nose inches away from his prize. Ken felt her leg quiver as Claira let  
 out a tiny moan, coupled with an equally minute giggle.  
  
 'Teehee...Kenny...that tickles...' she said, her body practically forcing itself against Ken's  
 face. With gentle hands, he laid his lover down upon the softest sheet of grass he could find, and  
 with an even gentler bite, slid Claira's panties all the way down her legs, finally flicking them to  
 where their socks and shoes had somehow ended up (by now, the hillside was littered with their  
 clothes). Claira stopped painting, holding her breath in anticipation, and reflexively raising her  
 treasure to Ken's nose. After a deep inhaling of pheromones, he began to lap at her sex. Claira  
 couldn't hold her breath any longer, and let out a deep moan. She had never felt this before!  
 Masturbating was nowhere near the feeling...  
  

  'Mmmm...oh Claira...you taste so wonderful...' Claira didn't answer. She might have tried,  
 but a quick flick of Ken's tongue over her burning clitoris made her scream in delight. But Ken  
 wasn't finished, he didn't want her to cum just yet. Teasingly, he panted a quick few breaths on  
 her clit, then dove his tongue into her vagina, lapping at the insides, feeling the walls with his  
 organ (so long! Thought Claira), drinking any and all juices that began to steadily leak from her  
 opening. Ken and Claira's connected tails began to flail wildly, both extremely exited. Claira's  
 ears perked and relaxed off and on as each rolling thunder of pleasure cut through her. Moaning,  
 panting, sometimes even screams of pleasure filled the once quiet air. Claira felt she was close...so  
 very close...but she knew Ken was teasing her, not letting her cum until just the right  
 moment...but she didn't care at all, seeing as how his licks kept her in a constant state of pleasure,  
 kept her love juices flowing from her vagina. Finally, after what seemed (and felt, and tasted) like  
 forever, Ken decided he had tortured her enough. As his warm hands stroked the outsides of her  
 thighs, he put his cold, wet nose over Claira's clit. In a heartbeat, she moaned his name louder  
 than he had ever heard before. So loud, he was almost concerned that someone might hear.  
 Almost.  
  

  Claira couldn't believe what she had just felt. The fire of her clit extinguished by the icy  
 wetness of Ken's husky nose. It was as if she had been cut with a knife, and Ken filled the wound  
 with total pleasure. Before she could recover from her shocked state, Ken covered her iced  
 clitoris with his hot tongue, bathing it kindly, his tongue rotating ever-so-slowly around it's base.  
 Bingo. Claira, with a final burst of loving delight, and a final moan of hot, intensified passion,  
 came (more and harder than she had ever came before. She knew it) into Ken's waiting mouth, his  
 soft lips and lapping tongue. Ken felt her tail stiffen suddenly, her muscles spasm, and more cum  
 than he had ever seen (far less tasted) flood into his mouth. Ken drank and drank, ignoring the  
 slightly salty taste, (he was too exited to care; this would later become a fetish for him) waiting  
 until every last drop had left her before leaving her crotch and placing his body on hers (Claira  
 could instantly feel the bulge in his pants she had pointed out earlier). With his mouth still full of  
 her delightful taste, he kissed her, wanting her to share what he was now burning for more. The  
 taste was not alien to Claira, as she had experimented before; but this time was different. Now she  
 was tasting herself off the lips of the dog that had just eaten her, the boy that had proved his love  
 for her. She couldn't let herself end the kiss. Her muscles relaxed under him, her tail now  
 wrapping around his tighter, her orgasm subsided. Finally, reluctantly, Ken left her mouth.  
  

  'Claira...you taste so wonderful...' she knew. She blushed.  
  
 'But Kenny...how do you taste?' before Ken could answer, he felt his body tip over, Claira  
 (almost savagely) rubbing herself against his crotch, and her tongue all over his face.  
  
 Claira smiled inwardly. It was her turn. 'Oh Kenny...' she said, her erotic areas still  
 burning, removing his belt 'You don't know how often I've dreamed of this...' Her front now to  
 the amusement park, red and blue and orange and green and yellow shadows over her body, her  
 eyes glinting as coasters passed, her hair falling over her amazingly beautiful face, her primal  
 senses guiding her. 'Ken...you're a dream come true...' she said shyly, her cheeks burning red, as  
 Ken's pants and boxers were removed, his lips pressed against hers. She sat up, staring at Ken's  
 newly exposed organ. She blushed deeper, and began to (very slowly) feel it up with her hands.  
 She looked embarrassed.  
  
 'Claira...what...ahhhhhhh...what's...what's wrong?' it took Ken at least ten seconds to get  
 out his sentence, as he was paused constantly by the tide of pleasure washing over him.  
  

  'Teehee...well, it's just that...I've never seen one of these before...in real life, anyway.' her  
 cheeks appeared even redder against the night.  
  
 'Don't worry, lover...if you don't feel right...you don't have to...' Claira looked almost  
 offended.  
  
 'Kenny! I'm hurt! That doesn't mean that I haven't practiced....' and with that, the oral  
 pleasure began. Ken was shocked. His hand felt nothing like this. Claira's lips pressed  
 passionately over his head, her tongue folding around the shaft, pulsing the entire length. Ken's  
 hands gripped the grass around him tightly as his legs began to flicker uncontrollably. He found it  
 difficult to take full breaths, and instead relied on pants for air. Claira really knew what she was  
 doing. Her hand softly toyed with his sack, her other hand gliding quite easily (slick with pre-cum  
 and saliva) on top of Ken's penis, rotating occasionally for new sensations. Her tongue swirled  
 around his tip, enjoying the pre-cum that leaked from it (not due to the taste, but simply because  
 she had made him do it). Her hot breath and moans added to the pleasure, satisfying him. Ken  
 couldn't take much more of this. After he told her so, Claira knew that she had him right where  
 she wanted him. Now, just to take him over the edge...  
  

  'Oh Kenny...I've done this in my dreams, too...' she panted as she brought her soft breasts  
 around Ken's cock. Up and down she pushed, her breasts moist with perspiration and pre-cum,  
 nuzzling Ken's shaft with the utmost care and love. Ken practically tore the grass from the ground  
 his grip was so tight. It felt so amazing! Claira's slightly furry skin rubbing against his member,  
 the heat of her breasts, her heart beating against his cock...he begged her for more. And she was  
 happy to give it. Each time his cock rose between her breasts, she would lick the tip, adding that  
 perfect score of pleasure to the erotic massage. He couldn't hold on.  
  
 'Claira! Ahhh....ooohh CLAIRA!' he howled as cum erupted from his cock, spraying into  
 her mouth, all over her face, and pooling on her wonderfully shaped breasts. Claira was amazed.  
  
 'Ah! Kenny!' she managed to exclaim between drinks from his fountain 'I never knew  
 boys could cum so much! Oh Kenny, I love it!' and she did. Her cheeks blushed, she drank his  
 (oddly, must have been the strawberries...) sweet cum, licking his cock clean, noticing his  
 powerful muscles contracting each lap. She cleaned and cleaned, until finally realizing that she  
 was dirty herself. This could be fun...  
  

  'Hmm, Kenny, you came so much...it's all over my breasts...help me, won't you?' she  
 asked seductively, lifting her left breast to her chin and licking the cum from it's soft surface. Ken  
 was all too happy to comply. In a warm embrace, the lovers licked at eachother's bodies,  
 sometimes cleaning, sometimes kissing, always just as passionately as their first kiss together. Ken  
 and Claira enjoyed their partner's naked body, basking in eachother's warmth, that special feeling  
 they got from one another. Claira wrapped her orange and black tail around their hug, bringing  
 them closer together, and making Ken wish his tail was longer! He delicately kissed his lover's  
 perfect ear, and whispered.  
  
 'Oh Claira...thank you...you're so good to me...I love you, forever...' his hands stroked  
 her naked back in the way that made Claira press her chest into his a bit tighter.  
  
 'Kenny, that was amazing...' he held her close, her face nuzzled into his furry chest.  
  
 'Hmm...it definitely was...but I kinda feel bad, I couldn't touch you...' his ears perked as  
 he tilted his head slightly. 'How about something we can both enjoy?'  
  

  Claira pushed away from his chest with her left hand, and held her right to her breast. A  
 natural movement, but somehow she made it look extremely sexy. 'You naughty doggy!'  
  
 Ken was a bit surprised. 'Claira, I'm sorry! I didn't mean...I mean, we don't have to, I was  
 just...' he immediately apologized. Claira laughed. 'What's so funny?'  
  
 She spoke close to his lips, her nose to his, staring into his beautiful eyes. 'Teehee...Ken, I  
 love it when you're naughty...' Ken couldn't help but notice that she was fondling her naked  
 breast with her hand, very slightly, but deliberate. 'Like that time I caught you staring at me...I  
 wore my short skirt and low-cut tee the day after, did you notice?'  
  
 'Yes.' he immediately answered. 'I did...I liked those panties, too...'  
  
 Claira giggled 'Teehee, you pervert you!'  
  
 'What? It was windy!' Ken said with a tiny kiss on her nose.  
  
 'It's alright Ken...you can be as perverted and naughty as you want...but only with me,  
 okay?' Ken nodded. 'Good. Now, about your request...' she rolled over, sliding a bit down the  
 hill, her face close to the ground.  
  

  'Is...that a no?' Ken asked quizzically.  
  
 'Teehee...of course not...' Ken would remember what happened next for the rest of his  
 life, sometimes at socially crippling moments, or when he was wearing tight pants, or other pitfalls  
 of love. Claira raised her beautiful backside into the air, lifting her sensitive tail to uncover her  
 still-wet crotch from behind. 'I thought doggies liked to do it this way...' she said, turning her  
 head to face him. She was blushing, but didn't care; she wanted this.  
  
 Ken needed no second heeding. He gently trotted to her, naturally drawn to the female in  
 heat. He brought his nose to her vagina and inhaled, letting his nose fill with her pheromones,  
 hardening his cock to unimaginable strength. He took a quick lick at her dampening sex, then  
 brought his tongue up to her revealed anus for a passionate kiss.  
  
 'Oh Kenny...ohh, that's so dirty!' she would later tell him to do this as much as he could,  
 along with the deep tonguing of her vagina, but that's another story. After Ken was through  
 getting acquainted with her entire backside, he propped himself up; his warm hands held her  
 shoulders tightly, his legs wrapped around hers, and his hard cock pressed to her vaginal lips.  
 Claira loved the feeling of her lover on top of her, ready to fill her.  
  

  'My tigress...are you ready?' he asked, genuinely concerned.  
  
 'Ken...lover...please, take me...we don't need anything, tonight is a cool night...please...'  
 he turned to look into his eyes. They looked almost...pleading. 'Take me now.'  
  
 Ken obeyed (like a good husky, as Claira would say when they role-played...but again,  
 that's a different story), driving his hot organ deep into her flesh. She squealed in pain as a trickle  
 of blood began to flow from her no-longer virgin pussy, but she begged Ken to continue. And he  
 did, quite well. His tail wagging like mad, he filled her vagina perfectly with his cock, totally lost  
 in the pleasure, the sensation of his cock being wrapped with warm, wet walls like only a woman  
 can. And Claira was lost too, enjoying fully the feeling of her wet sex fully satisfied and fully  
 occupied, and especially liking how deep he was inside her.  
  
 'Oh KENNY!! AAHHHHHNNN!!!' she screamed, panted, moaned, soaked, drooled  
 (only a little), rocked, and swung. Her ass being smacked with Ken's thighs, her pussy being  
 pumped, and her clitoris being manipulated by a few of Ken's fingers (his hands hand gradually  
 moved themselves to her hips in order to buck into her deeper). She cried in total joy his name,  
 over and over, almost unable to tell him what a good fuck he was. She absentmindedly stroked  
 Ken's torso with her furry tail, then wrapped it around him, using it to pull his hot, hard, and by  
 now totally soaked in lubricants penis into her, adding to the satisfying rhythm they had found.  
 Her clitoris fondled, her vagina filled, she couldn't go on.  
  

  Ken was amazed. This was so much better than he could ever imagine. His body moved  
 almost out of instinct, bucking into her passionately, his fingers feeling up her clit, his hips  
 spending as much time as they could against her backside, his panting increasing, his voice  
 whispering dirty nothings that he couldn't remember later. And Claira was wonderful! He had no  
 idea a girl's vagina was so hot! Her sexual walls were constantly massaging his cock deep within,  
 and her body leaned back and forth so perfectly to his, he couldn't go on.  
  
 'Oh Clairrrrraaa!! Ahhhh....oh baby I'm going to cum....mmmmnnn...please cum with me,  
 darling!!' he had no idea how he could string the words together. His mind was too full of  
 pleasure, grammar had become a thing of the past.  
  
 'Yes Kenny yes yes yes yes!!!' it was all she could say.  
  
 'AAHHHHHHHNNN!!!!!!!' Ken howled like a wolf to the moon, his cock pumping it's  
 fluid deep inside her, his entire body spasming with pleasure.  
  
 'KENNYYYY!!!' she yelled, her teeth clearly showing, cumming with him, her body  
 rocking with his, totally satisfied. She felt her pussy flood with cum, hers and his, mixing so  
 perfectly that the scent was carried to both their noses. And they both loved it. 'Oh baby...ohh  
 that was too fucking GOOD!' she said, her body finally collapsing to the now-hot grass as soon as  
Ken pulled himself from her (but not before he spurted his last bit of cum all over her ass).  
  

  'Claira...oh god I love you...' he said as he began to lap at her totally wet vagina and  
 backside, enjoying the mixture of both taste and smell.  
  
 'Oh Kenny...I love you too.' she said and sighed, letting Ken's more than capable tongue  
 clean her.  
  
 The moon, reaching it's highest point in the sky, shone down on the sleeping (and still  
 naked) couple, fireflies finally returning to their activities after being so abruptly removed. The  
 park's lights faded, one by one, eventually sinking the entire hill into nothing but moonlight. A  
 lone horse trotted along the hill, picking up scattered clothes and bringing them back to his truck.  
 With a warm blanket he had brought wrapped around them, he carried the husky and the tigress in  
 his powerful arms to the back seat. He sneaked them quietly back to his home, where he tucked  
 them both into his bed, smiling at the peacefulness of the lovers.

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