Daddy's Little Holiday Party

Everett

By Dirt Coyote

"Point: Minimum wage is $18 an hour in the city, and that's technically where I'll be working," Everett said as he opened the front door of the house with duffle bag over his shoulder. Billy, on all fours, scrambled out ahead of him, panting slightly at the excitement of a car ride.

"Counterpoint: This isn't a real job," Carl said, walking out behind them with his keys in paw.

His father was dressed in a white t-shirt and black denim pants, more clothes than he'd seen on him in ever. Even in the eversummer climate of Calataza, there were still days in December that would keep him conservatively dressed. He looked just as uncomfortable in them as he was with having this discussion.

Everett nodded in agreement, but kept his argument going, "Though I might not have a W-2, it is a lot of work, and I still have real expenses and my allowance is getting tight."

As if to make a point, he held up his arms. The green hoodie that was once comfortably loose, was now a little tight around the shoulders. His black t-shirt was suffocating and his jeans were snug. He'd grown into all of his clothes and was in desperate need of replacements and he wasn't gonna do that with what Carl was giving him. At least not storebrand! 

Billy's khakis scraped nosily against the concrete as he shuffled towards the car. His baggy polo shirt was almost dragging underneath him. The fox was pulling on his leash, looking like he was also trying to escape this conversation. He didn't look quite right in his clothes either, but for completely different reasons. At least none of them would have to stay in them for too long.

The older maned wolf looked thoughtful for a second, touching the clicker to unlock the car and pop the trunk, but then shook his head. "Allowance I pay for, remember? As well as your two's room and food."

Everett's muzzle twisted slightly at that, but only in annoyance and that was directed at himself. He knew he should have just prepared the slideshow like he'd thought, but school was always keeping him busy when his duties weren't. He put the bag in the back before opening the backseat door for Billy to crawl inside. Just before he could follow him, Carl clicked his tongue.

"Nuh uh. I'm not your two's rideshare. One of you gets in front with me," he said, a grumble in his voice.

Everett nodded, closing the back and getting in the front passenger seat. "Technically, Rekha is the one driving. If you got the new update, we could all be in the backseat."

Carl got into the driver's side and turned the car on himself. "No, did you read the terms of service? There's so many backdoors in that update, that I might as well just let the government ride along with me. I can drive on the streets just fine on my own."

Noticing his father pull attention way from the conversation at hand, Everett chimed in, "All the more reason to raise the price to $20 an hour. You like having agency over your life. Letting me charge more and get a bigger allowance will do that."

Carl laughed at that, turning the car around to pull out of the driveway. "You haven't even finished paying off the tablet yet. Why don't you start paying taxes first and then we'll talk about a raise."

A sly grin curved up the boy's muzzle. "You don't pay taxes."

Carl scowled and Billy in the back whimpered. It took some self training, but he'd managed to get around the SeetherSoft programming in order to talk back without getting a headache. It wasn't an angry argument. Just stating facts.

"I pay someone to do my taxes, and she makes sure that I put in my fair portion," Carl said calmly, a small smile in his own twisted muzzle. "What are they teaching you at community?"

Before Everett could react, his father reached a paw over to ruffle his mane. He didn't fight it, but splayed his ears. After everything they'd been through, he still treated him like a kid. Before he could find a way to continue, Carl spoke in a firmer tone.

"We'll talk about this after tonight," he started, the car lurching forward down the driveway. "I have a sinking suspicion that your tablet will be paid off by the end of the party anyways."

Everett was forced to nod at that. He too knew that the money raised didn't add up. The glass mason jar used for his fundraising had too much money in it. Either Daisy, Hugo, or some of the other office workers were slipping in bills bigger than they had to. Certainly not Jonah. The raccoon always paid with a crisp $5 and only added another for the extra hours he needed him. He shuddered at the thought that he would be there tonight, but was hopeful his father wasn't stupid enough to let him near his workspace.

The rest of the drive was mostly school talk. Billy answered questions in happy barks when asked if his classes were going well. Despite his fear of incompetence, the fox was getting better grades than Everett. Even tested out of a math class entirely. Though he would be just as happy being a feral dog for the rest of his life, the idea that he might be a coder for Dad someday made them all very excited.

They were all in good spirits by the time they pulled inside of the parking garage. Thomas, the large fox at the security booth leaned out of the window as they pulled up. "Mr. Flacks," he greeted with a sly grin, then saw the two others and followed up, "Everett. Pet."

The younger maned wolf leaned over, waving at Thomas. At the corner of his eye, he caught Billy having crawled over to touch his tongue and nose against the glass. He bowed his head at both of them before turning back to Carl. "Just missed Catering. Janitorial staff won't be back until 2am. It's just me for the night."

At that, Car pulled himself out of his side, reaching over and grabbing an extended paw. "Thanks for doing this. I'll be sure to send Everett or Pet down with some goodie."

He nodded and smiled bright before turning to the back window before answering, "Send down Pet, when he's free."

The foxes exchanged a wink, and Everett couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Oh well. He was sure he'd be occupied enough himself. Before Carl could pull away, his muzzle went firm and he said, "And you remember our special guest coming, right?"

Thomas nodded, but didn't respond. Whatever they had discussed, the large fox didn't need it repeated to him. Everett wanted to know more, but Carl was already back inside of the car and waving goodbye. The boys did so themselves.

It was a short trip up the elevator, though Billy made it feel so much longer than it was. He was forced to walk standing up, something he never liked doing. He even had to hold his own leash. All the while, he bounced on his heels and made whimpering sounds until Carl shut him up with the snap of his fingers. Everett wouldn't mind letting him woof and whine in response to questions, even when they were at school.

Finally, the doors opened up and his father poked his head out. When it was clear that the office was empty, he nodded and Billy sprung out on all fours. Not minding the leash flopping around haphazardly behind him. They all moved towards Dad's office, Carl not even waiting to get inside before pulling the shirt off.

"Make yourself and Pet a dish, while I get him ready. I want you two focused on the guests and not dinner," Carl said in a deep demanding tone.

Everett just nodded, wishing he could strip with them. He was the one in unfitting clothes, but it wouldn't be long. The maned pulled out Pet's and his own dog bowls, spotting the table that the caterers left the food on. Seeing that most of the things were still covered, he immediately took it upon himself to setup the table.

"Rekha?" Everett asked, waiting until he heard the sound of a water drop above him. "Play Top 100 Station."

She listened for a half second longer, and then the office was filled with the sounds of a German shepherd he recognized playing on an acoustic guitar with singing about love or some shit. With the music playing, he swayed back and forth towards a whiteboard, drawing a thermometer in black and filling it up most way of the way in red. He drew a line at the top and then wrote $18,570 next to it. At the bulb, he wrote $20,000. Then quickly doodled himself, Dad, and pet in cartoon bdsm gear.

Everett's Tablet Repair.

He stepped back to admire his work. Part of him felt some pride in seeing everything he did, glad to know that if he did something, it was going to be done right. The other part told him that it was SeetherSoft's training telling him he was doing what Master would've commanded from him regardless. There was a balance of rewarding himself for his good deeds while still maintaining the subservience planted in his mind. 

"Fish tacos, beans, and rice," he said, approaching the office with a bowl in each paw.

Carl was standing naked in the center of the room. His father had on a black leather harness over his chest that matched his collar with the platinum tag. He was slightly poking out of his sheath, already excited by just his outfit. Probably a little bit too by finishing helping Pet into his own.

Pet was naked as well, though he had on so much more than his father. The fox was strapped in a full body nylon lime harness that went over his shoulders and lower back. It criss-crossed eloquently all over, even having an attached collar around his neck as well as a loop that kept his tail raised. He accepted Master's pets excitedly, brushing his muzzle into his paw.

"Looking good," Everett said in a sing-song.

"Ugh, don't eat in here. You'll make a mess on my carpets. In the break room," Carl chided as he rose. He was ready to turn around, but his father stepped forward and reached out to grab the bowls. "Just get changed. I'll take those."

Without protest, he handed over the bowls and let the two of them pass. Billy was sure to get his own pats before he left the room. The duffle bag was open on the floor, still mostly filled with toys and his outfit. For now though, he reached inside and only pulled out his collar.

His clothes sat neatly on the desk alongside Carl's and Billy's, though he left on his black thong for now. The cool office air sent a shiver up his spine, but he knew he'd get used to it. Being naked was second nature to him, spending most days just wandering the house nude alongside his dad and boyfriend.

When he got into the break room, Carl was seated at the table with Billy on the floor next to him. His father was already stuffing his muzzle full with the tacos, having made a plate for himself. He too wanted to get food out of the way first, so Everett joined them. Pet was waiting patiently with the bowl underneath and his tongue hanging out.

"Leaving the underwear on?" Carl asked quizitvily between a bite.

Everett nodded slyly as he got down on all fours to his own bowl. "Figured someone else could take them off."

Just as Pet was about to dig in, he leaned forward and caught the fox's muzzle in a peck. Pet was quickly all over him, giving his lips a shower of quick licks and kisses of his own. Their muzzles were damp by the time Carl coughed and groaned playfully, "Lovebirds. Get a room."

Everett looked up and blew a kiss of his own at his dad, which surprisingly got a blush from him. The older maned wolf turned his attention back to his own food and said, "Bet Christmas with your mom wasn't this fun."

"No, we just watched a movie," he lied and immediately felt a twinge of a headache. Everett just powered through it, figuring he would tell his dad about the man she was seeing later.

Just as they finished their meals, the sound of the elevator ding in the office rang. All of their ears went up, and then someone called, "Am I here early?"

"Over here," Carl said loud enough for his voice to carry. A few seconds later came the chubby boar, Andre waddling into the room. The maned wolf stood to his feet, not feeling the slightest bit abashed that he was nude in front of his subordinate. Andre, on the other hand, instinctively turned his eyes away. Carl just strode confidently to him and reached out a paw. "Glad to see you here. Hope the break's been relaxing."

The casualness gave the heavyset man enough confidence to meet Carl's gaze and shake his paw, though he was noticeably red. "Of course, sir, though I'm itching to get back at it."

Andre's eyes turned to Everett, still finishing the beans on his bowl. A string of cheese hung off his chin, and the boar couldn't keep a smile from his face. He knew exactly what he was thinking, so for show, Everett swirled his long tongue around his lips and muzzle for him to see. Andre let out a laugh and pulled at the collar of his button-up.

"Hope you don't fill up too quickly," the boar said with a wink.

Carl turned, saw what his son was doing and shook his head. "Nah, he'll definitely be hungry for more later," he said, but put an extra paw on Andre's shoulder to guide him back to the office. "Actually, since you're here early though, there's some things we can go over to mull about before everyone gets back."

The boar was a little stubborn at first, hoping to watch Everett some more. Carl wouldn't be ignored and led him away. He kept his eyes on the little maned wolf all the way as he was led out. He turned his head to Billy and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Tonight was gonna be fun.

By the time that they had cleaned up, more people were in the office. Daisy and Hugo gave warm hugs to Everett and soft pets to Billy. They were dressed modestly, unlike Samantha. The cow had come in and disrobed almost immediately. She must've been a nudest, feeling just as comfortable as his father did when he was strutting around naked. When she saw Everett, her paw went up and she cried, "Hey, little man!"

She skipped towards him, and embraced Everett in a tight hug. Her tits pressed tightly against his chest, and he instinctively dipped his muzzle against them. They were cushions against his maw, and she wiggled them back and forth. "Good to see you. This party is gonna be lit!"

With a bit of force, she pulled him away just to get a good look at him up and down. His muzzle went a little red and before he could say anything, she blurted out, "Don't be ashamed. We ain't got nothing to hide."

She was, of course, referring to his little package. The tip was already poking out of his sheath, but there wasn't much more than that. Dad had specifically taken him out of the cage for the party, knowing Samantha had a particular affinity for Everett's cock. She said she preferred them small like his, made him hump faster without any discomfort.

"Heh, thanks, Sam," he muttered quietly, still a little sheepish. That earned him a pat on the shoulder, before she turned towards Andre and greeted him almost exactly the same way. 

Standing alone now, he did feel a little more conscious about his size. He'd never admit it to Carl, not in a billion years, but he was beginning to prefer the cage. At least when it was on, he felt like he had a reason to be small. It would keep him from getting hard, and no one would know. Curse his father for putting it into his mind on that first day, but he couldn't hold onto the anger for it to sink in.

Keeping himself busy, Everett moved towards the bar setup and found the cooler underneath. Though people were just starting to get food, he grabbed a tray of jello shots and pulled them out. His father gave him clear instructions: keep everyone happy. This would suffice.

"One for you," he said to Jafari, plopping one on a table that had been setup for people to eat. Most of the workstations had been pushed to the side to allow more space. He accepted it, purposefully taking it into his paw and holding it well below his muzzle. His long tongue curled out of his muzzle and slurped around the shot before slipping it all inside his maw.

"Thanks," he said with a wink and shivers went up Everett's spine.

"Two for you," he said, holding a cherry and a grape one out for Samantha. She sat one on her plate of tacos and downed the other immediately.

"Here you go," Everett said giddily, handing over a lime one to Hugo and a cherry one to Daisy. They both took them, nodding politely, but the ferret pulled him in before he could leave.

"Hey, we got something special for you tonight," she said, devious smile on her face.

Hugo nudged her on the side and said playfully, "It's supposed to be a surprise."

"I'm not gonna tell him," she chimed back. "Just wanted to get him excited."

Everett's tail flicked back and forth wondering what they were talking about, and he couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"

"Shhhhh," Hugo hissed, and Daisy giggled.

"Alright fine, he wants us to wait, so you'll see."

Everett mock frowned and left them with a nod. He took a step, then suddenly stuttered his motions as he almost ran into someone. His bare feet screeched to a halt. The wolf in front of him didn't seem phased, his muzzle almost slack with disinterest. Immediately, Everett realized he didn't know this person and his eyes searched for his father, not realizing Carl was standing right next to him with a paw on his shoulder.

"Sup?" the young wolf said, bobbing his head up once. The headphones he had around his neck rattled with the motion.

"Um, Everett, I forgot to introduce you," Carl blurted out, patting the wolf hoodie. "This is Hayden. He's, hmph, my newest coder." Everett shot a glance at his father, and even though he had to strain to hold it, it wasn't a very nice one. "He's been informed on everything. He's...cool."

It was cringy, his dad trying to explain it like that. Still, it was enough to distract him from the anger he had and focused back on the wolf. With his free paw, Everett reached forward to shake. It was met with a light slap at his palm, followed by an awkward fistbump. His muzzle twisted in some confusion.

"Nice to meet you," Everett said slowly, bewilderment on his muzzle. "Shot?"

The wolf held up his paw, showing an energy drink off as his response. He eyed over Everett's collar and said in that same emotionless tone, "Like your collar. Very punk."

Everett’s muzzle felt hot, not really sure how to take it. “Thanks, I guess,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

The wolf’s eyebrow went up and he stated plainly, "You sound familiar."

With that, he ducked over to a workstation that was in the corner. He plopped in it and wiggled the mouse until the screen came to life. His headphones were on and he buried himself into his computer. Again, Everett turned to look at his father, but the older maned wolf was ready.

"He's just a little spacey. Don't worry too much about him. Just make sure he's got an energy drink all night," Carl said dismissively, trying to rush the conversation. Everett wasn't having it.

"I thought we had a system. What if he freaks out?" he hissed with his muzzle ducked. Despite his protests, he noticed his father's empty paw and grabbed a shot off the tray for him.

Carl took it, downed it immediately, and then snatched another off the tray. "Just, keep him happy. He didn't want to come over and he's one of the best I got. I talked with him privately, and frankly" —he motioned the shot over to the wolf, loading up a video game with no care that this was a social event— "he doesn't seem like he gives a shit."

“Yeah, he’s a little weird.” Everett nodded slowly, hesitant to agree. Then he remembered and asked, "Is this the special guest you mentioned?"

Without answering, Carl just pointed over to Andre. "I think you're wanted elsewhere. Be good," the sharpness of his tone was that of Master's, and Everett was quick to abide.

Andre indeed was looking over at him nervously, a question dangling on his tongue. He wasn't bold enough to ask without being promoted, always being shy in their sessions. The boar wanted something all the same, and it was Everett's responsibility to take care of his needs. When he approached, he already had a shot in his paw, waggling it back and forth. "Hungry?"

The chubby boar's entire head lifted, a smile on his face. Instead of reaching to take it though, he gave a soft wave and chuckled, "Actually, was wondering if you were."

Still sheepish, the boar scanned nervously throughout the room. Besides Samantha, only Everett, Billy, and Carl were naked. Jafari was getting himself more comfortable around his father, shirt completely unbuttoned, but tie still dangling under his long neck. 

Knowing he'd have to make the first move, Everett placed the tray down at Andre's table. "I think I could use a little something," he said, putting the shot down and then immediately going for the boar's gut. His paws practically sank into him.

Before, back when he wasn't servicing dad's friends for 5 bucks an hour, he'd thought he only liked trim dudes and effeminate women. Now that he'd been introduced to the spectrum, he found joy in Andre's and Samantha's thickness. Especially loved the boar's big round belly.

"Let's get more comfortable," Everett said in a more seductive tone. It wasn't the submissive voice he used as Slave, but one that he liked to do when he was in more control of the situation. He asserted it further by grabbing a button from his shirt and pulling it loose.

A nervous gulp came out, but that familiar scent of masculine arousal was also there. Everett proceeded slow, another button popping off was met with his fingers trailing along the opening. He ran his claws through his fur, sinking them into his soft tummy. The shirt was relieved to be free, flopping loosely to either of his sides when the last notch was undone.

Despite the party getting started, most people had been keeping their attention to each other. No one cheered for Everett as he undid the tie. Andre got no extra attention when the maned wolf unshimmied his belt. It was all casually expected from his co-workers as he was stripped down to nothing but his tighty whities and socks.

"Now," Everett asked, smile crooking his whiskers up on one side. "What sounds good?"

Without turning his muzzle, Andre grabbed hold of the glass that was set aside for him, brought it over his belly and then turned it over. It took a single shake before it's contents plopped right down inside of his belly button. Carl probably would have had something to say about him drinking during the night, but he was told to keep his guests happy and he was gonna do just that.

Setting his paws on either of the boar's thighs, he dropped down slowly to his knees. His thighs opened up enough for the maned wolf to get right between them. He kneeled there a second, looking up at Andre with a sly smile before dipping his muzzle in. With a tease, he let his tongue hang just over the jello shot.

Andre's tight whities tented, his fat meat fighting to break free. It's thick head could be outlined visibly, pre already soaking through. Despite his weight, the length of his cock stretched the underwear out and he could make out all seven inches of it. Everett couldn't wait to take care of that, but first.

"Lick it up," Andre ordered through shaky breaths. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Everett obeyed, an eruption of pleasure swarming through his mind at being told an order. He leaned in the last amounts, but he didn't go straight for the jello. Instead, his tongue swirled around it in long circles. The taste of the lime flavored shot was strong, blending in well with the salty sweat around the boar's navel.

Andre moaned, letting his paws rest of Everett's while he worked. The edges of the shot melted at the warmth, but he was quick to catch it before it could smear into his brown fur. Every rotation made the cock underneath him jump. Andre looked about ready to plow if he teased him any longer.

With a loud sloppy suck, he snatched the entire thing between his lips. It wiggled in his maw before he slurped it all in, but didn't swallow. Instead, he flashed a smile up at Andre, then opened his mouth so he could see the chunky jello shot crumbling in his mouth. And then all at once, he made it disappear.

"Hoooo boy," Andre said, reaching up to wipe the sweat off his brow. The boar's snout scrunched up a couple times and he breathed in a snort.

Everett was far from finished with him, though he thought that would certainly have been enough for Andre. The boar would politely thank him and then probably excuse himself to the bathroom to finish up. He'd absolutely tip more than the five he was owed, but he liked Andre. His cock was just as rock hard underneath him, and he wanted this as much as the boar did.

Reaching over, he grabbed another shot from the tray. He almost fumbled the entire thing in his own shakiness, but grabbed a shot off of it only to dump it over the boar's chest. Andre wasn't complaining, though he looked nervous as all hell. The maned wolf didn't give him time to ask questions.

In a fluid motion, Everett both lifted himself up while also grabbing on Andre's shaft through his tighty whities. Then, with added vigor, the maned wolf dove his muzzle into his pecks. The shot was squished into the boar's hefty tits, and he broke it apart while licking at his sensitive nipples. He felt wolfish, almost as feral as Pet while licking up the mess he was making.

Andre was panting and moaning now, Everett noticing some eyes to watch the show. Only Master's ears turned his direction, but he continued a polite conversation with Jafari. Hugo and Daisy were standing close, undoing each other's clothes as the party got started. He watched Samantha completely ignore a gazelle talking to her while she licked at her lips.

Focusing his attention on his current client though, his jerks quickened and his licks became more meaningful. He cleaned off the jello with his tongue doing most of the work. Everett made sure that his maw was slightly above where he lapped so Andre could have a clear view of what he was doing.

The office chair squeaked as he fidgeted it left and right. He could hear the boar's socks scratching against the carpeted floor as he fought footing. Everett tried to keep him still the best he could with claws digging into his chubby thigh. In his squirms, he tried to hold back squeals fruitlessly. Most of the shot was vanished by the time Andre let out quick sharp huffs.

"Everett. I'm. Oh gosh!" he said in hushed words, still trying to be polite even as he hit the point of no return.

The boar snorted one loud snort, leaned his head back and moaned loudly. Cum came gushing out of the front of his tighty whities, soaking the front in just his first rope. It blasted through, stickying the maned wolf's fingers. Every wave added more to the mess until his underwear was dripping with seed.

Everett road his orgasm all the way through, nibbling on his nipples to further add to the pleasure. His were deep into the boar's thigh, not piercing skin, but certainly would leave a mark for a few days, if not a week. Something for him to remember this night for a long time coming.

As the boar came down, Everett stopped sucking in his tits and turned up to see his muzzle. When Andre was still dazed in his afterglow, head swiveling to the left and right, he looked around the room instead. Everyone had eyes on him, most smirking in anticipation.

Hugo ended the show with a light applause, and Everett raised to bow. He gave a departing kiss to Andre's lips and then took the tray up with him. With casualness, he turned to Samantha, noticing her paws were empty. She looked like she needed another shot and whatever else he could provide her.

Tonight was going to be wild!