Coda glanced over at the small wolf sitting quietly in the passenger seat of his car, absently twirling a strand of her light pink hair with a finger, her claw painted a matching pink. Her ears were flat back on her head, and her tail was wrapped protectively around her body. The orange of the street lamps glinted off her dark purple eyes. The wolf-dragon hybrid’s own bright blue eyes traveled down her small frame, a grin splitting his muzzle at the juxtaposition of their attire. He was wearing a sleek black suit, a dark gray shirt with a bright blue tie that matched the color of his horns, tail ridges, and the underside of his wings. Riley, on the other hand, was just in a pair of gray sweat pants and a baggy hoodie, clearly too big for her. Wait, is that my hoodie? Coda realized that it was, but said nothing.

Not that it really mattered what she was wearing, as it wouldn’t be staying on her for long. He returned his gaze to the road, watching out for any patches of ice or spots where the snowplows hadn’t quite gotten the white fluff that had been falling for a few days out of the way. His grin grew wider. They were headed to his company’s Christmas party, and this was going to be a party unlike any other. They had all worked their tails off that year and the boss really wanted to treat everyone to something special. Coda knew Riley through their mutual friend Lizzie, who worked with him at the office, and had previously told Lizzie about how he wished they could have a wild company Christmas party like you hear about, or know someone who knows someone that went to one, but never really seems quite real. You know the ones, where someone’s wife gets too drunk and takes her top off dancing on a table, someone blows the boss under his desk, someone else gets caught railing the boss’ daughter in the executive bathroom.

Lizzie had called him up just a few days later. The sabertooth had had an idea...

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Coda grabbed the girl’s narrow waist with his large, strong paws, and thrust into her, shoving his hips forward and roughly penetrating the petite wolf. She let out a little yip as he bottomed out to his knot in the first push, but it was drowned out by the roar of approval from the onlookers. The party was on for real, and most of the group went back to their previous conversations, splitting into the twos and threes of typical gatherings. Some wandered over to get another drink or snack. Everyone was keeping at least one eye on the rutting pair; a young black-furred stallion actually pulled up a chair and sat down, watching the two and openly rubbing himself through his pants.

Riley was panting almost immediately. She was a wreck right away, her mind a jumble of emotion. She was embarrassed to be getting fucked in public, the idea of letting an entire office use her to get off. The embarrassment, the degradation only made her more aroused.

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Several “woo’s” erupted from the group, but she hardly noticed. What she did notice was the sudden aroma of female arousal in her nostrils. She opened her eyes and was greeted with the familiar purple pussy lips of her friend and sometimes domme Lizzie. She smiled, glad to have a short break from all the cock, and dove in without hesitation. She lapped at the sabertooth’s slit, licking slowly from hole to clit and back, savoring the slightly sweet, slightly musky taste.

Lizzie looked down between her legs, watching the lupine lady eat her out, muzzle pushed firmly between her gray-furred thighs. Riley finally looked up and realized that the cheering she had heard was probably because the stacked sabertooth had gotten completely naked. She was leaning back on her elbows, heavy breasts heaving as Riley sucked on her clit, waves of pleasure radiating up from her crotch. She put a large paw on the wolf’s head, between her pointed ears, and gently pushed her in harder.

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His grin was not unkind, but it also wasn’t wholly reassuring, either. He didn’t break their gaze as he reached down to take hold of himself. She assumed he was just going to slide back into her pussy, but he had other plans.

Red aimed his cock a little higher, the pointed tip gently poking her pink, puckered tailhole. He saw her eyes widen as she realized his intentions. She fought her body’s instinct to tense up, bracing for the inevitable pain from the intrusion, which would of course make it worse. Riley didn’t protest or pull away, she simply tried to relax her rear entrance.