He's Not My Secret Santa
Awful muzak played in the background over the hum of disjointed conversations. Cliques of employees and their families chattered aimlessly, introducing their children to their bosses and their spouses to their co-workers while the cheap decorations hung lack luster from the walls and ceiling. It was a minimal showing for the holidays they were supposed to be celebrating but the company was more worried about political correctness than the actual success of such a party. Tyler watched people stray this way and that, past the door as he sat on the meeting room table. The dalmatian was content to sit and sip egg nog, frankly the best egg nog he'd ever had, while the rest did their little dance of liking each other. He was however a little disappointed that his only friend in the firm, the fox who insisted he come, had yet to arrive.
Then again that was Ozzy's way, show up when it was less appropriate or when it would make as much of a scene as possible. Not really so much that he tried it was just his luck. Still Tyler simply waited for the lull or gasp that would announce the vulpine arrival and with the way his egg nog delighted his taste buds and tickled his throat he could wait a long time. In fact he knew he was enjoying the drink a little too much. It almost seemed to tingle along his skin and every sip made him thirstier
Time passed slowly but as it did he noticed a couple of his co workers watching him through the door. They strode passed, one with his wife in tow and simply stared at the lone canid. It was the kind of stare that meant someone knew something and needed to take advantage of it. If he didn't know any better, Tyler would have guessed they learned his little secret but so far Ozzy, even while drunk, had been able to keep it hidden.
Still, maybe Ozzy wasn't coming tonight and the bored dog could take his leave down the back stairwell. Just as he set his cup down a rhino stopped against the door and smiled wickedly. He wagged his massive, meaty finger as he walked in, admonishing Tyler for staying to himself. The canine tried to remember his name, though his face was easy to remember he was awful with names particularly since he never talked to man. It was Don or Ron, something simple like that but spotty loner remembered more immediately the things he'd scribble about him in his down time.
His powerful build had the perfect contures for drawing. Well defined lines to shape his muscle and that surprising belly, the round mound of soft fat that the chiselled pachyderm probably couldn't get rid of if he tried. It was the body of a power lifter, the kind of strength and stoutness that could only come from a natural disposition for having such size. Tyler had just showed his latest sketch to his vulpine confidant that morning and he would throttle the damn fox if this was his doing.
Don though didn't seem to have much to say; he was more intent on trapping the dalmatian between the desk and his solid frame. it was easy enough considering the wide girth of him. Tyler stammered to excuse himself, to speak at all, anything to lighten the intimidating sight of surely 300 pounds of determined rhino moving steadily closer but nothing came out. Instead his loins reached out for the massive body tugging at his pants to get closer but his paws kept him firmly pressed to the table.
Just as Ron started to reach out another shadow darkened the room. The figure cleared its throat to call attention to itself and much to Tyler's relief it worked. There stood one of the partners, a fairly young man. Not much older than Tyler in fact; a feat considering he was the youngest ever to work for the firm. The sleek stallion stood with his hands in his pockets watching the pair, suspiciously alone and conspicuously close with a smirk on his face. Tyler racked his memory and quickly found his name. Samuel was cut-throat and in the best of situations would simply save such a discovery for a rainy day but when Ron, or maybe it was Don, smiled and stepped aside the dog knew this wasn't quite that situation.
He whined under his breath as the stallion moved closer, a long slim runner's body that moved like a dancer, and tossed his well kept mane to the side never losing that smirk. He grasped Tlyer's shoulder leaning close so the worried dog could smell his expensive cologne. It was intoxicating despite the chaos in his mind. Surely Ozzy told them. This was a nightmare. He wasn't going to get out of this one. He was going to hurt that fox first chance. Suddenly all other thoughts melted away as his aching erection was surrounded by a firm grip. Samuel's hand was wrapped around his cock, his throbbing traitor of a cock, and it seemed intent on taking advantage. The stud nipped his neck with those flat teeth of his catching just a little patch of fur then releasing it, while his grasp started to slide back and forth.
It was a gentle motion as much as it was a molestation. He was taking his time to enjoy it while it was still trapped. Don wasn't as patient. He pulled the dog out of Samuel's grip and sat him in his lap grinding hard against his ass. Out on the street Tyler got lots of comments concerning that particular asset. It was firm and shapely, the muscle of it was toned like the rest of him and yet it had that special round softness that's reserved for hip hop music videos. It was the one thing he knew how to take a compliment about. In fact it was almost a relief to know that his assailants might try to fight over it.
In his reverie the stallion had begun to undress him, stripping away his slacks while Don's massive fingers started to explore what his crotch hadn't already claimed. It wasn't long before his spotted fur was revealed along with his black skinned shaft leaking precum down onto the rhino's thigh. As unsure as he once was, Tyler decided that if he was going to be raped at the office mixer he might as well enjoy it. He tried his best to push all the fear out of his mind, at least to the back but at that moment when his paws started to reach for Samuel another body filled the doorway.
A bear by the name of... actually, Tyler had no idea what his name was but he knew exactly who he was looking at. Even as a married man he was a lecher and most of the firm had seen his impressive endowment in one context or another. He was mostly harmless despite his Terminator-esque build but tonight he'd already unleashed his monster watching the trapped dog. The other two didn't even stop to acknowledge him and instead started to free their own equipment. Not a single one of them was less than ten inches long and Samuel was at least a foot. The room instantly began to stink of sex. Male musk overpowering everything as precum poured out of those titanic lengths.
The dalmatian's fears were completely replaced by lust, and if he could have thought clearly enough he might have forgiven Ozzy for his untrustworthiness. After a short moment though Samuel pushed into the cradle of Tyler's legs while the rhino behind lifted the young canines hips so they could both manoeuvre beneath him. While the bear grabbed the back of his head and guided him toward the preseed slicked flesh trembling to the side. There would be no fighting tonight it seemed, only release.
Tyler braced himself for the impending entry but as both fat dicks pressed against his rarely used pucker he knew something was different. It was sheer electric delight to feel their flesh against his. His tail wouldn't stop trying to wag against the rhino's pressed shirt and his hips seemed to drop of their own accord. Something was wrong but it didn't matter because it was going to feel good. He leaned down a little further, feeling that same electricity on his lips as the taste of bear filled his mouth while his passage spread wide with shock of ecstasy as both stallion and pachyderm sunk into his heated body. He would have screamed with pleasure if it weren't for the bear sliding over his tongue.
Both cocks held his body open wide. Each crawling inch of flesh felt like an explosion in his body, making him pant and bringing him closer to shooting a load all over Samuel's silk shirt but he closed his eyes tight and worked his lips hard around the rod sliding much quicker into his mouth. Ron lost his patience though and forced in to the hilt slamming his heavy balls into Tyler's rump. Eight more inches all at once was too much to resist and the very full dalmatian exploded into his orgasm, pumping thick ropes of pent up seed onto the stallion's perfectly toned chest staining the silk with the sticky mess. And then the dam broke loose.
The rhino thrust wildly against Samuel's length and into Tyler's impossibly tight yet elastic ring burying himself from tip to hilt each time sending maddening waves of sensation through the dog's body, while Samuel kept up his steady stride. Sliding in again and again to make a wonderful new sensation that only two cocks could make together. Not only did he have that unique fullness but to feel them move separately within his small body it was beyond the canine's ability to describe just a wonderful electricity that threatened to melt his body with pleasure. Then the heady, rich flavour of bear flesh in his mouth buzzed through his entire head gushing thick globs of pre onto his tongue making a delicious and slimy cocktail with the saliva that refuses to stop flowing out of excitement. He did most of the work for this one bobbing up and down as his cock trembled against Samuel's belly.
More. He needed more and now. His mind was almost completely gone; enslaved to the maleness filling him and stretching him wider than he thought possible. Then as if to answer his fiery lust a thick paw grabbed his wrist and guided the spotted fingers to another leaking dick. It didn't make that same spark as the others did but even through his leathery pads he knew that skin to skin was making his body even more receptive than before. He stroked it eagerly completely unaware of who it belonged to but that quickly became the least of his issues.
Don, Ron... it ceased to matter in the dalmatian's head at this point, stopped his relentless pounding for a moment just long enough for the dog to miss it then started again a little slower than before. If he were a little more lucid, Tyler would have wondered what happened but as long as the electricity never stopped he didn't care. He was ready to cum again but he needed to hold on a little longer. Within seconds he couldn't help but scream. The heat inside him doubled then the fullness in his ass turned to something he'd never felt before. Samuel's cock swelled. Not just the flare that meant he was going to cum. No this was a completely different feeling. It was like the whole thing was inflating inside his body. The feeling was intense and almost painful but whatever made this so wonderful was merciful here too. The growth was joined by an even faster pace, the horse finally starting to catch up with the rhino he'd teamed. Each added inch spewed disproportionate more juices. Soon it was leaking in the ordinance of pints and had doubled in size.
He knew his stomach must look distorted with so much inside of him but that wasn't all the rhino grew as well, growing even faster than the horse before him and took full advantage of his new length, lifting Tyler up in the air to ride nearly two feet of pachyderm and easily two feet of horse. His tight squeezable ass jiggled with each thrust down, taking away any chance to do his own work on the extra two cocks. But they didn't mind. Their owners simply took hold and thrust in for themselves, growing but no where near reaching the doubled size that speared the poor dalmatian's rump. He clenched his eyes again spraying wildly onto Samuel's shirt even getting his face with a strand of hot cream but his two loads were nothing compared to what happened next.
Already dripping with pre like a leaking fire hydrant, Tyler felt that unspeakable pleasure of being stretched again as the rhino's cock erupted with not just a load but gallons of cum. Each blast was a torrent and though most of it escaped through his elastic ring he felt his belly distend under the pressure. His buttons popped fiercely off his rather small shirt bouncing off the stallion's firm body only to grow that much faster as a second steaming hot flood of cum started to take the place of Don's. Leaving him not a moment to recover from the orgasm before his cock seemed just to open the valve and just let cum bubble out of him under the ecstatic pressure of their orgasms, making an irreparable mess.
The bear pulled Tyler down to his root and held him there for a moment while thick ropes of cum started to fly from the cock in his paw. The ursine was savouring the plateau just before climax but the smell and sight of grotesque volumes of semen was obviously too much and his own wave coursed straight down Tyler's throat into his overstuffed belly. The taste backwashed into his muzzle and the dog was glad for it. The taste from before was only a hint at the powerful manly flavour of bear cream dribbling over his lips and rushing down into his gut.
Finally the quartet finished filling and coating him, though not before the bear pulled his cock free and jerked a couple of cup sized wads on the dalmatian's face. They each panted a bit while Tyler tried to clean at least his eyes enough to look at his molesters before they got away from him but with each of them freeing their members and the tell-tale clop of horse shoes he knew he was going to be too late. In the end he was left alone with the wonderful stench of cum and a full almost pregnant-looking, he guessed he would have been two or three months along, belly full of the stuff.
He looked around and sighed, holding his belly a little and until his eyes caught a very familiar, Dark furred fox in the corner, wearing a badge that said "Fayk Street" in white letters and a spend length of fox cock hanging without pants to cover it. Ozzy was cause of all this after all and if it weren't for the lion standing in the doorway looking much like the rhino that started all this he would have charged him down and either kissed him or decked him. As it was he just perked his ears lifted his tail and got ready for a long night of partying.