Sally's got shit to do and people to yell at and a whole ton of important papers clogging up her desk, but she's also got a lapful of warm fox right now, so you can see her predicament. Alopex drags her tongue down Sally's shoulder and she lets out a muffled groan, important papers sliding off the desk in a tangle. They can wait. 
Alopex is wearing her mask today, but she's pulling it off, the cloth tight and warm against Sally's face. She twists until Sally can't see a thing, tying a firm little knot at the back of her head. 
"How does that feel, Madam Mayor?" she asks, and fuck, Sally doesn't know how she makes that sound so sexy and commanding. She lets out a soft whimper, her already keen senses turned up to eleven in the dark. 
Alopex pulls her up and pushes her down onto the desk, tugging the last of her clothes away. Her calloused paws drift between Sally's legs and she whimpers, clapping a hand over her mouth in case someone hears-- 
The door opens. 
"Fuck!" Sally lurches up off the desk, or tries to, but Alopex pins her down with a ninja's skill. She struggles to no avail, breath coming sharp and panicked. 
"Well," Jennika drawls, closing the door behind her, "This is a fine surprise, isn't it?" 
"Shit--" Sally can feel her face turning red. 
"Good afternoon, Jen," Alopex says, cool as a cucumber. "I was just helping the Madam Mayor here christen her new desk." Her hand slips between Sally's legs, stirring the wetness already gathering there, and Sally cries out before she can help. 
"Is that so?" and fuck, Jenny's voice is a lot closer than it was before. Fucking ninja. 
"Alopex..." Sally gasps, pushing herself as far back as she can. "Jenny, this isn't funny--" 
"Oh, relax," and that's Jenny's finger slipping into her mouth, her voice going cold in that way that usually promises death and turns Sally the fuck on. "We're all friends here, aren't we?" Her finger tugs away, leaving Sally gasping, and then there's cloth being wrapped around her trapped wrists, tying them together. Oh shit.  
"Yes, we are," Alopex croons. Her hand is still moving between Sally's legs, pushing and touching so Sally shakes all over. 
"But if you tear my mask, we won't be very friendly at all," Jenny says, her voice tinged with warning. Then her scales are brushing against Sally's fur, and she's kissing Sally's neck, right as Alopex spreads her fingers just so and--fuck. 
Sally shudders with a moan, desperately trying to keep her voice down, and they both laugh. Her face flares red even as the pleasure burns through her gut and she slumps back against the desk, whimpering. 
"I think our friend likes the attention," Jenny says thoughtfully. "Don't you, sweetheart?" 
" Jenny--" Sally does her level best to growl. It comes out as more of a whine. 
"Hush," Alopex whispers. There's the sound of clothing hitting the floor, shuffling movements. She and Jenny are getting undressed. That's Alopex's warm crotch pushing against Sally's thigh, now, her fingers still playing with Sally's clit. "Aren't you going to reward us for our services?" 
The scent of their want fills the air, heavy and intoxicating. Sally tries to speak again, to protest, but she's choking on the pure weight of it. 
Speaking of weight, she can hear the desk creaking, and now the scent of Jenny's pleasure is much closer than before. It smells a lot like Jenny's cunt about to get very friendly indeed with Sally's muzzle. 
Shifting over her head, the sound of them kissing. Alopex's eagerness feels like it's straining her fur and Sally lets out a desperate little hiss, wriggling fruitlessly. 
"Temper, temper, Madam Mayor," Alopex chides. Her free hand tightens on Sally's hip, a hint of warning in that strength. "We're being so nice to you, why don't you be nice to us?" 
She pulls herself together enough to open her mouth--and then Jenny's grinding down on it, wet and demanding and sweet enough to make Sally's eyes roll in her head. She lets out a muffled yelp and Jenny sighs at the vibration, her legs coming up to wrap against Alopex's head. 
"Go on, sweetie," Jennika says, scratching surprisingly soothing fingers along Sally's scalp. "We don't need your voice for this one, just your pretty little mouth." 
And Sally should fight, she knows. Should scratch and bite and tear, show off all the ferocity and determination that got her here in the first place. But...but the weight of their hands, the commanding growl in their voices, the want in their scents and the weight of their eyes, it all makes it impossible to think straight. The restraints around her wrists feel as heavy as iron. 
It's so much easier for her to open her mouth and set to work. To let the resistance slide out of her head, pushed into the depths of her brain by their voices in her ears. 
She's no virgin, but it's still rough to get a good rhythm going. Especially when Alopex keeps on rubbing relentless fingers over her aching cunt, sending desperate tremors rippling through Sally's body. But Sally does her best, and it seems to be working judging how Jenny groans out little curses and grinds down her face. 
"So good," she rasps, hands tightening on Sally's neck. "It's like you're made for this, baby." 
Alopex hums, grinding up against Sally's thigh. "We ought to open the door, give everyone a chance to share you," she whispers. "That'd really bring the community together, wouldn't it?" 
The image of so many everyone seeing her like this--allies and enemies alike--makes Sally's heart skip and her mouth dry. She makes what she really hopes is a groan of protest, the sound choked off as Jenny shoves down on her face. She can't fucking breathe, shit, and Alopex is humping her faster and faster-- 
Sally throws everything she has into the movement of her tongue and lips and it's just enough to make Jenny come with a choked-off yowl, like she's muffling her mouth with her hands. Her sweet sweet taste fills Sally's mouth so that she's gagging and exhilarated all at once. Jenny pulls away enough for Sally to take a breath, and she sighs in relief as she slides back on Alopex's fingers-- 
--but Alopex has stopped moving, more concerned with the way she's rubbing herself between Sally's spread legs. Sally whimpers as their hips touch, grinding back desperately. She thinks Alopex is touching herself with her free hand, but she's got Sally hanging and it's not enough.  
"Please," she begs. She's all raw, needy flesh now, head scrubbed clean of every worry, every fear, except this terrible need. " Please, Al." 
Alopex responds with a low growl and then she's shuddering, sharp jets of satisfaction staining the air. It's almost enough to push Sally over the edge on its own, but Alopex is touching her again--and so is Jenny, sliding down enough to send those wicked, scaly little hands rubbing between Sally's thighs. 
They keep touching her all the way through the orgasm, and by the end she's so raw she sobs with mingled grief and relief as their hands pull away. She slides down into Alopex's arms, or maybe Jenny's, and whoever it is hoists her up onto the desk, cooing and petting at her. 
The blindfold and restraints are carefully tugged away; she blinks up to see Jenny and Alopex putting their mouths back on. "You okay?" Alopex asks, a bit of worry in her lovely eyes. 
Sally smiles up at her reassuringly. "Didn't tap out, did I?" She'd been a bit nervous before they started the scene, but once they were in the thick of things all she could do was lose herself in how good it felt. 
She sits up enough to pull them into a hug. "You guys are so good to me," she murmurs. 
"Just doing our jobs, Madam Mayor," Jenny cracks, and their laughter dances through the office.