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Daddy's Little Holiday Party

By Dirt Coyote

Billy

"Who's a good boy?" Daisy asked in a sign, petting though his head post-orgasm.

I am! It's me! I'm a good boy!

Pet answered in pants and soft woofs, adjusting himself as Hugo pulled out of his backside. His tail flicked about back and forth, playfully swatting over the cacomistle's belly and chest. Hugo rewarded him by rubbing at his haunches. "The best boy," he let out, relaxed in the haze of his afterglow.

You hear that? It's me! Me! Me! Me! Me! I'm the best boy.

He curled over to Hugo's side, brushing against his leg and licking at his cock to grab some cum still dripping off it. It got a squirm from him, but he just laughed and saw their attention turned to Master on the bar counter. With his nose, he rubbed against the cacomistle's side and then to the action.

Take me. I wanna go see. I want to watch Master. He looks pleased.

Those thoughts all stayed inside Pet's head, preferring to speak in whimpers and barks. They understood him and happily led him over to his owner. It was always great to see Master being as submissive as he was. The maned wolf loved it more than he did, and though he tried to hide it as best he could. Pet knew.

He watched patiently for Master's cock to be stroked out underneath him. Pet panted excitedly, his cock bobby beneath him and dripping pre into the carpet. There was excitement of the prospect of his own orgasm, but he could wait. Right now, he was perfectly content just seeing his master enjoying himself.

In a roar bark that made Pet's fur bristle out, Master finished and then filled the shots underneath him with his spunk. Daisy grabbed three of them, one of her and Hugo, and then held another just underneath his own muzzle. Pet slurped it up hungrily, cleaning off the glass with his tongue.

"Psst," Hugo whispered, calling over Pet while Master was distracted. He turned to see the cacomistle had snuck a jello shot off the tray and held it low for him. Though he saw Master chide Eve on taking too many, he hadn't had his first yet and eagerly slurped that up as well. "Just between us," Hugo giggled.

Thanks Hugo. Naughty. I'm sneaky.

He agreed to himself, and rewarded him with a lick at his paw. Some guilt cause him to come up at Master's side for comfort. Master was quick to pet him though, and so he stayed close. He didn't seem to notice and that would be fine.

The months of being Pet had been going well. Much better than being Billy, crammed inside a trailer with his mom and siblings. Honestly, they seemed relieved to have him out on his own again and in a much better position than the pizza delivery driver with nothing to look forward to other than getting high at the end of the day.

His family weren't even that shocked when he showed them the silver ring he wore. Took it much better than Eve's mom when they shared the news with her. Whitney seemed amicable enough, though reminded Everett that the vacation they had planned out was supposed to be just a family thing and he couldn't come with them.

That only mildly stung, but he at least had Master's approval. Pet ran his nose against his side, some appreciation he wanted to share, though he wouldn't know why. The maned wolf just continued stroking him as Jafari apologized for going rough. The fox let out a silent snicker, knowing damn well Master could have taken it twice as hard.

The elevator bell rang, and Pet turned his attention eagerly to the doors.

More guests! More friends! Maybe Thomas! Oh no.

Pet whimpered, ducking his ears back as he caught the familiar scent first. Then, with some courage, he started a low growl and huddled towards Master's side. Even through his calming touch, he could feel his hackles raise. That similar headache Everett would get was starting to form, but he get his defenses up.

Carl. No! Not him! He's a bad man. Send him back.

Carl didn't look like he was going to do that. Instead, the maned wolf approached him as he spoke, greeting him kindly. Jonah did not deserve much kindess, having first hand experience of the twisted things he was into. Pet only agreed to do them mostly so Evee wouldn't have to be the only one.

When Master dismissed him to the break room, Pet followed at Thomas's side. He was sure that the bigger fox could handle Jonah on his own, but knew an extra set of eyes couldn't hurt. He kept by the guard's side and was gifted strokes while they watched the raccoon change.

"Good to see you too, Pet," Jonah said as he undid his tie.

Pet didn't say anything. The two foxes just watched as he pulled off his blazer and then unbuttoned his shirt. He sat everything on the table, folding it neatly. There was a meticulousness to his moves, even if his tail flicking back and forth in clockwork precision. When he was naked, he held his arms out for Thomas to prove he really did have nothing on him.

Though he had gone soft at some point, seeing the dangingly cock got Pet going a little bit. It was hard to deny that he was impressive. Noticing the fox's cock poking out of his sheath, Jonah grabbed hold of his own and gave it a stroke. "You know you love it," he growled in lust.

Pet just turned his attention away. Before the raccoon could open his bag, Thomas held a paw up for him. "Tell me the things you want, and I'll pull them out for you."

With a grumble, he agreed. Each item was fished out for him and inspected before handed over to Jonah. Pet liked Thomas and his thoroughness. He was a nice man.

As Jonah finished up, Thomas patted Pet's side. The raccoon ambled over to them, bootsteps loud where he walked. He looked down at the fox, cock twitching right next to his muzzle. He pointed a finger downward with one paw, the other going up to tug the bill of his leather hat.

"Lick," he ordered, tapping his boot against the linoleum.

Pet murmured, not really wanting to, but remembering his orders. He was there to make all of Master's guests happy. So he crouched down as far as he could go. The leather smelt strong, almost as if they were new, but Pet knew well enough they weren't. The scent was way too familiar.

Pet stuck his tongue out and dragged it against the top of the boot's toe. A slick line of spit followed where he licked, there for everyone to see. It was humiliating, and if it had been Master ordering him to do it, he would have found some pleasure in it. Instead, he was just fulfilling Jonah's sick power trip.

"That's enough," Thomas ordered, reaching down to grab Pet's harness and pull him back up.

He wasn't rough. Just affirmative as he got Pet back to his position by his side. The fox didn't mind it and was glad to be on his haunches next to Thomas. Jonah just shrugged and turned to face the door. His tail went up, and he purposefully let it glide under Pet's chin.

"Shall we?" Jonah asked, strolling towards the door with some pride in his step.

Thomas followed behind, the raccoons bag in one paw while stroking the back of Pet's head in the other. Of course, Jonah had to make a show when he stepped back into office. With his arms extended, he greeted Everett by calling him a dropout, and that made the fox fold his ears back.

Everett shuffled at that, but Master was quick to step in. "Actually, he's finished his first semester at community. Your boys still on their gap year?" It was a challenge, the way he said it.

Pet stepped over to his boyfriend, making sure his tail slid up against Jonah as he did. A sorta mark that he could leave on him as if he got the final word. He didn't seem to notice, just keeping a slow pace towards them. When the fox was their sides, he about faced to turn to Jonah.

"Gap year? Gap life, more like it," he said, waving his paws about. "At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if they literally thought money grew in trees. If they're not spending all my cash at clubs, they're looking like Hayden over there." He waggled a paw over at the wolf, who's head surprisingly crooked slightly back despite wearing the headphones. "Sweet poach, by the way."

Master turned his head to look at the wolf and said with a smirk, "Didn't need to poach him. He saught me out on his own." That seemed to be enough reassure the wolf to return to his game. "Wanted to do more than create clever ways to steal people's data."

You tell him, Master. So smart. Such a sharp tongue.

"No, you're right," Jonah started, eyeing Pet and Everett. "Guess he wanted to work for you, making a sex slave of your son and Fido here."

Low blow! Lemme bite him.

Master remained cool, though Jarafi shifted a little. As if he seemed to notice Pet was a little more growly than usual, the maned wolf patted him on the head and pointed over to Thomas. "Thank you for bringing him up Thomas. I believe you wanted to borrow someone?"

Pet's ears perked up. He looked up at the big fox, noticing a sly smile spread across his muzzle. As much as he did want to stick around and keep an eye on Jonah, thoughts of Thomas had been on his mind all night. It'd been a month since he'd been introduced, and Hugo had loosened him up enough for play.

Thomas seemed to agree, snapping his finger and pointing to the elevator. Pet took one last look at Jonah, trying his best to be intimidating before skip crawling over to the doors. They opened up expectantly and the fox grumbled as he forced himself to stand again.

"You can stay kneeled," Thomas corrected him as he stepped inside, and Billy turned his head in confusion.

"Wh'bout the cameras?" he asked, too unsure of himself to trust a confused bark.

That seemed to jar the bigger fox, and Billy only realized then that he'd never heard him speak before. Probably didn't expect his accent. Doing as he was told though, Pet got down to his knees, but felt a sudden cautiousness about his nudity. He didn't want anyone to get in trouble.

"Disabled the elevator ones for the night. No one will notice, and we're not going downstairs," he said, punching number pad.

It was the 19th floor.

Pet had heard Master refer to the 19th floor before. He'd take his coworkers up to there to fuck in a "storage closet." He never thought he would get a chance to see it. It made his tail wag in anticipation.

The doors opened, and Pet was immediately greeted by unpainted drywall. It was a renovation project abandoned halfway through. Tarp crumbled underneath his knees and paws as he crawled from the elevator. Thomas followed, reaching down and grabbing hold of his leash to lead him through the construction.

Mmmm, this is a little creepy.

It came out in a whimper as he kept close to Thomas's side. Pet's eyes went up, ever cautious for cameras, but didn't see any. Though, he couldn't see much anyways. Only dim safety lights glowed the hallway in an eerie green. There was none of the top 100 playlist coming from the speakers, making each step seem louder than it was. Thomas seemed to know where he was going. They only had to walk past a few doorless entrances before he was halted.

A door stood in front of them with a keypad. Thomas punched in some numbers and the handle clicked. As soon as he swung open the door, the motion sensors clicked on the light. Instead of an unfinished storage closet, it was a quaint little lounge. A bright red sofa was packed into a corner. There was a rack with some towels and bottles of lube. Just underneath was a tiny fridge with some beers in it. Hanging against the wall was a small flat screen.

"Surprised?" Thomas chuckled. "Carl funneled some money for storage space." His fingers went up to air quote that last bit.

He ushered the smaller fox inside by tugging his leash. Just the pull was enough to get Pet's cock to poke out of his sheath. Thomas was getting excited himself. Each vulpine's sensitive nose could pick up each other's arousal. Their scents were similar, that thick fox aroma that was hard to cover up.

"Rekha?" Thomas asked, barely waiting for the water drop before continuing. "Continue Thomas's favorites on Storage Closet TV."

Instantly, the screen turned on and a scene of a large fox like himself became visible. He was naked, his cock visible for a second before another fox swallowed it whole. Thomas murred at that, stepping to the couch as he undid his belt. His pants and underwear went down a second later, and he kicked them to the side.

He didn't both with his shirt. Just flopped onto the couch and pointed at his cock. Pet was quick to follow instructions, though the closet was tight. He crawled into position, his ass backed into the rack. Both his paws went onto Thomas's lap, and he hoisted himself to let his muzzle hang just over the thick vulpine member.

Mmmmm, yes sir. Such a big fox. I'm your pet and I do what I'm told.

Pet said that in pants and huffs as he looked down at his duties. Thomas was big in every way. Not only did he have a large frame, his ten inches of fox cock was larger than he'd ever seen on a fellow fox. It's slick canid tip was dripping with pre and drool dripping from his muzzle.

"Only licks. Like a real dog," Thomas muttered, but his attention was turned to the TV.

He was quick to play the part, lapping up and down in long licks. Thomas must've liked seeing the way he was slurping over Jonah's boot earlier. Pet used his full head, going up and down feverishly over his dick. His tongue swirled around the veiny length, leaving no spot dry.

His tongue spiralled around the tip, spit cascading down to the thick knot underneath. It puddled around his public fur, leaving him slightly matted. One of Thomas's was wrapped around the fox's ear, giving him little rewarding scratches. His other was draped out over the couch's back.

The play had changed on the TV, though Pet could only tell by the noises. No longer was the smaller fox suckling on the bigger one's dick. Instead, the sound of slapping and grunts filled the room. He could hear the needy bottom moaning yeahs and fuck me's. There was also a handful of Daddy's thrown in there, and he wondered exactly what type of porn this was.

"Up," Thomas ordered, his tone firm.

Pet was reluctant, giving a few more licks to catch his salty cock taste on his tongue. Thomas was insistent though, forcing the smaller fox off of him until he could lean forward. He slapped a paw on the couch and scooched himself to make room. It wasn't a very large couch, but Pet managed to find room crawling on top.

Thomas reached to a nearby stand, grabbing hold of a bottle of lube. Pet stared forward, only hearing the cap open and the soft drips pouring. His attention went up to the TV, seeing the foxes fucking. Now that he had a better look at it, he could definitely see similarities between the two of them.

There wasn't much time to focus on it though as warm wet fingers pushed against his hole. Hugo's drying spunk was now melting with the silky lubricant. It lathered into his backside smoothly, Thomas being a bit of a gentle giant with him for now. All Pet could do was keep his tail hiked and push backwards.

Prepare me. Use me. I'm ready for you.

Thomas understood his barks of pleasure and got onto his knees behind him. He was large enough that he didn't have to do much more than lean forward to touch his staff against his used tailhole. It's conical tip steady between his ass for a second before slowly spreading him open.

Immediately, the large fox's grunts and huffs mixed in with the television. He was loud, deep bellows bursting through his throat as he pushed inch after inch into the smaller pup. When he crawled over him, it wasn't bipedal like the way Master or Hugo would have done. Instead, he moved in a position that was more feral like himself.

A thick heavy chest leaned against Pet's back, forcing him to actually hold the older male on top. His humps were wild, fucking into his ass all while slipping more of himself in. Thomas's head rested on his shoulder, neck draped out along his own. Two paws reached up and wrapped around his waist, holding him tight in a hug.

Pet squirmed and whimpered underneath. The fat cock inside of him already stretching him more than Hugo could have even halfway through. If it wouldn't have been for Master's training, he'd be struggling now. Pet was a pro, just like Evee, and spread his legs to take more.

Warm spit flicked out of his tongue left and right, dabbing over the upholstery. It was canid, holding back any moans of pleasure to keep with his feralness. He panted and whined, letting out quick yips and yaps with every additional buck into his hips. Thomas's large balls slapped up against his own, adding to the hot sounds of sex.

Ahead, he could see the TV, and the foxes were in a similar position. The little one still calling him Daddy, and Pet couldn't help but think of Thomas. He was old enough that he could have been. Though the fox was much too tall, Pet worked out the scene in his mind.

Yes, Alpha! I'm your omega bitch! I am your breeder son. Establish dominance over me like you do your pack.

Pet's cock flipped back and forth freely underneath. Pre stained atop the sofa, beads of his seed sinking into the fabric. The fox stuffing him now jabbing at his stimulated prostate. Thomas's knot smacked against his opening, begging to be let in.

Pet was glad to offer the invitation.

With his legs spread as full as they could go, dangerous to slip off the sides of the couch, he began thrusting back with equal passion. Thomas was moaning and panting hard. His whimpers and cries told Pet how weak he was becoming. Even he couldn't have been ready for the fierceness with which Pet was forcing back into him.

His ring stretched over the knot, greeting it halfway before Thomas pulled back. He tried again, pushing forward until he hit that same spot. One more hoist backwards and one pull forwards, they both stretched so only the tip of his cock was in him. Then they moved in unison, coming together to finish the tie.

"Shit!" Thomas roared out, a wash of cum splashing straight against Pet's insides.

It was enough to send Pet right across the edge on his own. His cock lept against his belly, splashing a thick rope all along his chest. Thomas meanwhile, resumed quick fast humps into him as he emptied his balls. Pet couldn't help but let out moans, cries of pleasure, and some mumbled words slipping out accidently.

A long muzzle leaned against his own. Some licks whipped at his whiskers, tickling him into a giggle and he returned some of his own. They stayed there for five minutes, just nuzzling each other. Thomas was much more feral in his afterglow then his fucking.

By the time they caught their breath, Thomas was loose enough to pull out of him. It released with a pop that made Pet's fur bristle out. It was smoothed out by long slow pets across his back. He grabbed a rag and cleaned both of them up before standing from the couch.

With the pat of his hip, Pet was back on the floor again.

Thank you, sir. You're the best.

His licks at the larger fox's paw told him that. There was still a mess on the couch, both of them doing their best to get out the cum: Pet with his tongue; Thomas with the rag. When they finished, he looked up at the screen and saw another pair of foxes going at it on the screen. One clearly older than the other, but similar in fur patterns and markings, and Pet could guess his kink.

Thoughts of Thomas being his potential father followed him all the way back to the elevator. There was an added naughtiness to it all that made Pet giddy. Even if he wasn't, he'd still play the part. Maybe even break out of character just to make the bigger fox happy.

The elevator doors opened, and the party was still going on. Most of it was naked-casual conversations about their holiday break. Everett had returned to the position of server, bringing around trays of beer to anyone who was empty pawed. Master was talking between Hugo and Daisy, his paws on both of their shoulders.

It was only then he realized that Jonah was no where in sight, and he instinctively looked to Carl's office. Thankfully, it was only Samantha and Andre. The heavyset boar was leaned back against the desk down to his socks. She had his cock in her snout, taking him to his second or third climax of the evening.

Of course, he shouldn't have expected to see the raccoon at the desk, downloading secrets into a USB. Still, it was a little unnerving that he couldn't find him anywhere. Thomas snapped him out of his scouting by ruffling his headfur, though he seemed to be eyeing the place as well.

"I'm heading back to my station," he started, giving Pet a pat on the cheek. "Keep an eye out for me."

Yes, Pet woofed. As soon as he left the elevator, the doors closed behind him. Master turned, giving each of his coworkers a peck on the head before stepping towards the fox. When they were half distance from each other, the maned wolf kneeled and extended his paws. That got Pet to skip crawl faster towards him until he collided into his chest.

Pet was embraced into Master's arms. He rubbed him all over, and the pup was rolled onto his back to be given belly rubs. Master kept one paw on his stomach, stroking up and down in long strides. His other paw scritches at the side of his muzzle. If Pet didn't know any better, he would have suspected Carl was getting a little antsy not having his dog by his side.

Yes Master. I missed you too.

"Walkies?" he asked, getting his answer with Pet crawling back on all fours.

He waited obedient, not making a move until Master had his leash in his paw. The maned wolf got to his feet, stretching himself a second before heading towards the restroom. As they past Jarrafi, Master gave a small wave and the giraffe winked back. There was a smile on his muzzle that said something was up.

They got into the bathroom, Pet's claws clicking against every tile he crawled over. He couldn't help but with this was the trees in their backyard. It felt so much more freeing to just lift his leg and go wherever he wanted, though, he did mostly go on the exact same tree every time. He was worried he was gonna have to use the urinal like the normal fox he was until he heard a whimper at the end of the stalls.

Pet shuffled for a second, worried that it was Everett being punished for having done something stupid at the party. It would be just like him to have tried sneaking too many drinks when he thought Master wasn't looking. But then he remembered seeing his boyfriend serving drinks back in the office.

Who's been naughty? Not Hugo or Daisy. What've you done Master?

His whines didn't slow Master from leading him to the last stall. When it was opened, Pet let out a small gasp. There he was, Master's Rival, kneeling in front of the toilet. Jonah had been secured to the porcelain by cuffs and chains that were meant for Pet and Everett.

There was a blindfold covering his eyes. One of his boots had been ripped off, now stuffed over the raccoon's muzzle. The whining moans he made were recognizable, and Pet knew there was a ring gag stuffed inside his muzzle. Despite everything though, the man's thick cock was bobbing and drooling pre freely.

Of course he would like this.

Pet grumbled. Master was sharp in his explanation, "He got a little mouthy, so I put him in a timeout." Then he gave Pet a slight push into the stall.

No need to tell me twice.

There was a playful growl he let out as he crawled towards Jonah. The raccoon shifted, and his ears flicked left and right. There was no doubt he knew who was in the stall with him. His cock twitched in anticipation. After all the things he made Pet and Everett do, he was bound got a comeuppance.

Pet turned his body, feeling his bladder underneath him. They had taken his out just before they left for the evening, but that had been some time ago. Now he had enough in his tank to lift his leg and let it all out.

The stream started with a small puddle on the floor, but Pet pushed until it was a proper hosing. It splashed all over Jonah's chest and stomach, staining his grey and cream. What didn't get soaked in rolled down onto his crotch and cock. The raccoons arms went out, trying to fight against the restraints to no avail.

He didn't even have enough room to grab his own cock. It just pulsated frustratingly, now covered in Pet's mark. Nothing made him quite as happy as knowing that he would be smelling of his scent for days if Master didn't let him clean up fast enough. And knowing Master, he might leave him in it for a while.

"Good," Master said, patting at Pet's head as he finished.

Pet shook himself off, smiling wildly at his work. Jonah snarled, though it was mostly from not being able to touch himself. He knew by the way he bucked his hips freely into the air, just looking for any form of release. There wasn't gonna be any for him tonight.

Master grabbed his leash and led him towards the bathroom door again. "Who's a good boy?" Master asked as he strode out of the bathroom. That earned him a playful nip at his fingers. He stopped and looked down at his Pet lovingly.

Not Good Boy. Best boy on the planet!