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Daddy's Little Holiday Party

By Dirt Coyote

Slave

Not even a good fifteen minutes in, did Slave have enough of Jonah. He looked over to the other boot next to his muzzle and noticed the sheen of spit on top. There was no doubt that Pet had to worship his boots before leaving downstairs with Thomas. Still, an order was an order, and Master expected him to follow everyone's.

Slave was low to the ground on all fours. The boot was an inch above his lips, and the strong scent of leather filled his senses. With his eyes closed, he leaned in the last inch and gave a big wet kiss right on top. Despite the raccoon making the order, he just went on like nothing was happening.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Jafari. Been so long since you dropped by our campus," Jonah said, holding out a paw.

Slave's lips dragged along the top of the boot, his tongue sticking out just enough to leave a trail of spit. Alright, he didn't like Jonah that much, but there was some excitement about doing this so openly in front of everyone. He closed his eyes, getting deeper into it as he worshiped the steel toe. Just as he was coming up along the sides did he feel a pull of his tail.

"Slave," Master said, taking him out of it.

Clink click clink.

He opened his eyes and turned towards the sound. There Hayden was, still sitting at his desk playing games. His can was tapping against the desk expectantly, though he made no move to look at him. The wolf's tail just flipped back and forth in annoyance.

Slave stood on his knees, giving Jonah a bow before saying, "I'm needed." Then with no further explanation, he got to his feet and headed over to the bar.

Though he was sure that the zoned out gamer was only interested in another of his neon green energy drink, he pulled out a beer as well. He cracked open the can noisily, just to get the brown wolf to stop clinking his empty one like a bell like some Everett was his personal slave. He noticed and sat it down.

"Your drink, sir," Slave said, trying his best to be cordial. There was something a little off-putting being a servant to someone who was his age. Sans Jonah, everyone else in the office had some level of maturity to treat him with respect. Not that he deserved too much.

Hayden took the can, but when Slave tried to leave the beer with him, he waved it off. "Don't drink. That's for losers."

Slave's ears folded, and though he was discomforted by the headache, it felt like a challenge. Feeling a bit naughty, he grabbed the beer that he got for him and took a swig of it. Instantly his muzzle twisted, almost forgetting he didn't really like the taste of Dad's IPAs either. Still, he pushed through it and watched the wolf play.

Rapid fire clicks from the mouse and noisy clacks from the keyboard reminded him of when he used to play video games. He recognized the game, Jetpack Jaden IV. His character was whooshing around the screen quickly, flamethrowers spouting fire out of his shoulder pads while the character's machine gun was mowing down players left and right.

"I remember you," Hayden said in his flatly distant voice.

Slave took a smaller sip of his beer, resting a hip against the desk. "Um, you saw my picture on Da-- Mast-- er, Carl's desk?"

A single shake of his head. "No."

Again, he felt the twinge of a headache coming on as he was growing visibly annoyed with the wolf. He was sure that he had never met the kid before. If they went to high school together, he might've remembered that, but he was sure that this guy had never run into him once.

"Well?" Everett asked, shaking his head quickly as his headache was getting to him. Slave corrected himself, "How do you remember me?"

The wolf finally moved, his paw going up to one of the speakers of his headset and pulling it off. He crooked his head slightly to the side and said nonchalantly, "You used to play this game online. I almost didn't recognize you when you're not screaming--"

"DON'T," Everett hissed loud enough for others to turn their head.

There was a searing hot flash of pain like both of his soles were dipped in hot oil. It lasted only a second, but a residual nausea stuck with him. Even if it was quick, sweat beaded up his forehead. Trying to compose himself, he turned to anyone looking and bowed politely.

When he turned back to Hayden, he was shocked to see the wolf had paused the game. There was a weary eyebrow raised, but his muzzle remained closed. Slave tried to compose himself, taking a sip of the IPA again. His muzzle twisted, again remembering he didn't like the taste and that didn't sit well in his stomach.

"I was going to say obscenities," Hayden finished, unpausing his game and turning back to it.

It had honestly felt like a lifetime ago: sitting on his gaming rocker all day in nothing but his tighty whities. It'd only been half a year since his Dad yanked him out of the bathroom and down to the basement. He hadn't missed it. Probably missed the weed more than anything, but Master was strict about keeping that out of the house nowadays.

Not that it would have mattered. Billy was the one who always got it for him, and he didn't seem to have much interest in smoking nowadays. Something about being the four legged fox was better than getting high all day. Though, he bet he would have enjoyed it more with a little bit of a buzz.

"Are you just gonna stand around all night," Hayden asked, though it lacked any malicious intent.

It was off-putting, like most the things the wolf said though. With a bit of a grunt, he shoved himself off the desk and looked to find someone else to take the rest of his beer. A snap of the fingers stopped him, and he turned toward Hayden curiously. Again the wolf had paused his game.

"Carl says you'll do anything I tell you?"

A sly grin spread over Slave's muzzle. Admittingly, he was a little curious about this new employee. He'd been with everyone in the office at least a dozen times if not more by now. All of their fun little quirks and kinks were fun to play with, but he wondered what this one would be into.

"Yeah, though, probably not any of Jonah's weird stuff," Slave said, turning to make sure the raccoon was out of earshot.

He was, chit-chattering away with the giraffe while an absent minded paw was fondling his father's junk. Master didn't seem to mind, casually nodding his head up and down to responses while bucking his hips every now and then. Seeing him being groped caused his own cock to stir a bit.

"My feet could use some attention," Hayden said between blasting another character's head clean off.

Slave's tail wagged, his smile growing even larger than before. "Really?" he asked, already lowering himself towards the ground.

His eyes darted over to the maned wolf, and as if he really needed to say it, he said flatly, "Yes."

His emotionless direct answers were fascinating to Slave. It wasn't domineering like his father, and it held no playfulness like the others. Just expectant, like it was his duties, and that made something stir in him like nothing else. So he got to the other side of the desk and crawled under.

The wolf was already out of his shoes, only wearing opened toed socks. Slave wasn't sure if he wanted his socks on or not, but to some extent, he didn't care. He rarely got to play with other people's feet, and he wanted to enjoy this one himself. Carefully, he grabbed hold of Hayden's foot and pressed it against his nose.

Immediately, he was hit with the signature cotton scent of sock. He brushed the fabric against his muzzle, cooing as it rubbed through his whiskers. Instinctively, he stuck his tongue out, letting it caress against the underside of his heel. Slave lazily licked back and forth, appreciating the fuzziness of his sock.

The wolf was well bathed, but there was a hint of musk that came from wearing his shoes all day. He breathed it in, all the while massaging at the sides of his foot. His thumbs rotated deep circles into his soles while he dragged his foot along the side of his snout. Slave then went for each toe, planting a peck on every single one.

And God, was he in paradise.

He couldn't stop himself from wrapping his entire maw around the end of his foot. His tongue swiveled between each toe, cleaning them off with loving tenderness. Every crevice was explored and worshiped with kisses and licks. All the things he did with one foot, he mirrored with the other with equal passion.

About ten minutes in, he finally hooked the wolf's sock between his teeth and tugged back. Hayden helped him, lifting his foot to allow it to be pulled clean off. When both were off, he sat them right on top of the bridge of his muzzle. Then he went to town on his bare soles, forcing his nose in deep and taking a long sniff.

"Put your muzzle on the ground," Hayden ordered.

Slave was not so quick to do as he was told, kissing and licking along the bottom of his foot. The wolf pulled his leg back, getting a whine from the smaller maned wolf. Reluctantly, he laid himself flat on the ground and obeyed. With the carpet at his chin, he waited patiently.

A footpaw came down on his nose, not too fast, but with enough force to make him wince. Slave muttered out an Ow anyways, thankful his father was too far away to have caught it. Though, with the way that Hayden was grinding his foot into his muzzle, it felt like a punishment.

More pressure was applied as the wolf adjusted his pants. He looked up to see him fiddling with the zipper. Just as he got it loose, he again put his weight down on his nose. It was enough to sting, getting a grumble from the maned wolf beneath.

He pulled down his pants, whipping out his cock from his underwear. The foot on his muzzle was lifted, and just as Slave tried to pull himself up, another foot was stomped on his face. "Nuh uh, you stay down," Hayden said flatly.

His dick wasn't much bigger than Slave's, though he was rather leaky. Beads of pre spurted out the tip, dripping onto his underwear in padded plops. The wolf's soft soles rubbed back and forth, side to side, and up and down the bridge of his muzzle. Every now and then, he'd put too much pressure, getting whines from him.

"I remember what you said to me. That you'd kick my ass and make me lick your feet," Hayden started, a hint of a grin in his voice. Slave should have known that this wasn't going to be an entirely pleasant experience. "To think I was a little worried cause you talked so much shit about being a six foot six marine."

Slaves muzzle was red hot, not just from treatment. He remembered screaming things like that in the mic. It was always 6'6, though his occupation changed from a marine, to a construction worker, or trucker, or body builder. Heck, it changed so often, he even was convincing himself he wasn't some loser sitting playing games all day when he should have been doing homework.

"I'm sorry," Everett whimpered out underneath the paw, and for once, he actually believed it.

That got a genuine snort from the wolf, "Nah, it's cool. You seem much more behaved now." His foot lifted from his muzzle before saying, "Just needed to get that out of my system."

Slave waited a second, making sure he wasn't going to step on him again. When he didn't, he rose until his ears were touching the bottom of the desk. Hayden hadn't stopped beating himself off the entire time. With the sounds of his breathing above, he was getting close.

"Do you want me to take care of that?" Slave asked curiously, though he was fine just getting some face paint if not.

Hayden let go of his dick, but didn't say anything immediately. He just processed the question for a few seconds before saying, "I've never had sex before."

Slave scooched closer, though he didn't dive his muzzle in yet. He just tried to peak up from under so he could see into the wolf's eyes. Hayden looked down, his paws no longer clicking the mouse and keyboard. There was an expression of shock on his muzzle, something that was a little surprising to see.

Pushing past it though, he smiled up and said, "I'm at your disposal."

With that, Hayden looked behind him. The office had become a semi-orgy. Most had paired up, either in a conversation or plowing each other on the tables. Master was now being jerked off fully by Jonah, who was in turn getting his own handjob from Jafari. The gazelle was on a desk with Samantha's snout between her legs. All of it seemed fairly casual, so Hayden just shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to the game.

Slave dove in slow, taking his time to bring himself in. His muzzle slid over the wolf's legs, getting a shiver from the boy. The scent of arousal was mixed with a twinge of fear and anticipation, his sense of smell had gotten good enough to pick out the lupine over the rest of the sex going on throughout the office.

With his paws on his inner thighs, he closed the gap between them with a peck on his head. Hayden flinched backward, but with nowhere to go on the chair, he couldn't get far. Slave wouldn't let him escape anyways, crawling even further towards his lap and giving another attentive kiss to his head.

The wolf was actively trying to calm himself down, leaning into his computer screen and becoming more invested in his game. Slave noticed though that his taps were much harder and his mouse movements were more jerky than before. Trying to get a rise from him, the maned wolf licked along the side of his short cock all the way to the root of his pubic fur.

"Ohhhhh," Hayden cooed out, like he finally just got what all the fuss about sex was.

Slave did it again, this time along the other side. When he got to his fur, he nuzzled into his crotch. Thick musk clung to his nose, like he'd only showered this morning and had a full day of gamer funk on him. He loved it and welcomed the scent deep into his nostrils.

When he looked up, he saw the wolf had eyes down on him. He was curious, wondering what Slave was doing, but a noise from his headphones got him to turn back to the screen. That formed a wicked grin over his muzzle, feeling somewhat naughty. Slave was going to make it a game to see if he could distract him enough to stop playing.

With that, he pulled his head back, dragging his tongue along the shaft until it wrapped around the pointed tip. The wolf's warm pre was lapped into his maw. His claws dug circles into Hayden's inner thigh, getting more squirms from him. Another kiss and then he slipped the whole thing into his muzzle.

The whole thing fit in easily enough, Slave hilting into his pubic fur. It was nice for once to see someone more his size. Even with his growing knot, he couldn't have been more than four or five-- no, three or four inches. Everyone that Master had introduced him to was usually a mouthful that left his jaw a little sore.

He was salty, a little more than what he usually expected, but the taste was pleasant. It was Hayden's unique flavor that he would be sure to remember for future reference. His tongue swirled around and around, cataloging every ridge and vein of his cock. As he pulled all the way back, the wolf was quick to buck his hips forward.

Slave thought of Samantha, the way she described his short quick humps. Everytime he bobbed his head, the wolf wanted to go back in immediately. Adjusting into a more comfortable position, Slave was soon catching up to his pace, making sure all he had to do was stay put.

That was easier said than done. Hayden was squirming like a cub about to wet himself. Slave gripped down hard in his thighs, bouncing his muzzle up and down and left and right to try and keep him in his muzzle. Pants and whines huffed out of the wolf like he was getting close.

Hayden was obviously not doing well in his game. The clicks he made were slow and seemed reactionary. His muzzle would shift, eyes focused on the game for one second, then down to see what the fuck Slave was doing that made him feel so good, and then up into the air as he let out moans, only to refocus on the game and see where he'd left off. His clicks were erratic, sometimes pausing for a second or two before he would race the mouse around the pad.

Long pants and groans let loose from Hayden, some muttered words whining out, and then he slapped his keyboard hard. Slave felt the cock twitch inside of his maw before a few quick spurts of cum shot right onto his tongue. His lips wrapped tight around the lupine bulb, squeezing his knot for more. The wolf howled as he shot rope after rope of sticky seed inside of him. Slave sucked it all down greedily, his muzzle never leaving his cock throughout his entire orgasm.

Hayden slumped into the chair, no longer able to give any attention to Jetpack Jayden. Slave could hear through the wolf's headphones Defeat and whatever match he was playing was over. Feeling smug, the maned wolf pulled the cock clean from his muzzle while looking up at him. He was panting hard, looking back down with a stupid grin on his face.

"That was...awesome," Hayden exasperated.

Before Slave could reply, a black furred paw wrapped over Hayden's shoulder. He thought it was his father for a second, until the raccoon's muzzle came into view.

"Already getting comfortable with the company perks?" Jonah asked, a nefarious smile twisting his face up.

Hayden lifted his eyes towards him, but his nose remained pointed at the screen. He clicked a few things with the mouse before saying, "It's better than the cereal bar at Zephyr."

"If you'd had asked, I would've had someone underneath your desk all day," Jonah chuckled, though, Slave knew well enough there was some agitation in his words.

Hayden dismissed the comment, simply stating, "Per the NDA, I don't think we're supposed to talk about anything."

"There's that playful attitude I love," Jonah laughed, slapping Hayden on the shoulder.

Slave was ready to get out from underneath the desk, the wolf's shaft mostly retreated into his sheath. He scooched back, but Jonah stopped him with a growl, "Sit." The order was drilled into Slave's mind, planting his ass on the carpetted floor without even thinking.

Hayden looked up at Jonah curiously and the raccoon started, "You've had a few of those energy drinks." He looked down at Slave, that same devious smile on his face. "Why don't you have him take care of that for you?"

The wolf turned down to the other boy curiously. It seemed to be an odd request, Hayden probably not even familiar with the concept. The maned wolf remembered his father's words, not to let him do any of the weird shit, but this fell into a gray area. On one paw, it was one of the first things he did with his father, but on the other, getting anything on the carpet or Hayden's clothes might be bad.

Jonah continued to pressure the wolf. "C'mon, it'll be fun. You can use him any way you want."

Hayden gulped, still stuck in indecision. Not wanting to put the poor boy on the spot any longer, Slave leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the tip of the wolf's sheath. There was still half an inch of cock peeking, but he was careful not to touch it with his tongue. He closed his eyes and got ready for the stream.

There was a brief pause, Slave almost thinking that the wolf wasn't going to do it, before a small stream started in his maw. His piss washed over his tongue, replacing the salty taste of cum. Any of the wolf's musky scent was covered by the strong flavor of Hayden's urine.

Thankfully for Slave, the wolf didn't have a lot in him. He only peed for half a minute, though it sat warm in his gut. When he was sure that he was finished, the maned wolf opened his maw and gasped for breath. His paw went to his stomach, rubbing it to soothe everything down.

"That's it?" Jonah asked.

When Slave opened his eyes again, he saw Jonah had a frown on his face. He was too busy looking down though, not seeing Master standing there right behind him. And Dad sure looked fucking pissed.

A heavy paw was clasped over Jonah's shoulder, the raccoon almost spinning around. His fur bushed out, a look of fear on his face. "What, you said I couldn't do anything like that. They did it on their own."

Slave's ears ducked, feeling like he was gonna be punished. Instead though, Master's attention was on Jonah. "We agreed to some rules, and I think you know you broke them," he said with a Stern voice.

"Oh c'mon. I just wanted to have some fun. You're not gonna count that, are you?" Jonah pleaded. The raccoon looked down and Slave saw it at the same time. In Master's paw was a handful of restraints. Whatever agreement they had, Dad considered it broken and was going to punish him for it.

"Slave, I think you had an outfit you wanted to wear. Go get changed," Master said, not taking his eyes off the raccoon.

As he crawled out from under the desk, his father was pulling Jonah to the side. "Seriously? I thought you were just joking. I just got here and you're gonna make me do this? Oh man, this blows."

The raccoon pouted all the way as Master led him out of the office towards the backroom. Despite his whining, Jonah was fully erect. His cock was bouncing up and down just from being handled by the larger maned wolf. Drops of pre dripped along the carpet all the way out, everyone in the room trying their best not to smile too much.

Slave gave Hayden a pat on the shoulder, bowing to him before excusing himself to Carl's office. Pet was still with Thomas, but he knew he was in good hands. He gave polite nods to everyone as he walked across the room. Part of him felt like he wasn't being a good host leaving everyone with themselves, but he just pushed past the thought.

He opened up the duffle bag, taking note of all the items missing. Even the vibrating egg and one of the paddles were gone, so whatever Master had planned was certainly going to be fun for Jonah. He grabbed his outfit out piece by piece, trying his best to conceal most of it from the glass walls. It was gonna be a big surprise for everyone.

When Slave walked out of the office again, he was in more clothes than he'd had worn in months. The maned wolf's long black socks were covered in red and white candy cane stockings. They spiraled all the way up his arms and legs. His black thong was replaced with a mistletoe green one. Over that was a skimpy white fishnet skirt that went with the red fishnet top. His collar was a similar wintergreen color of his underwear and the tag was now a jingle bell.

Right on top of his head was a Santa's hat. The white tuff at the end hung over one side and draped over his shoulder. Every step he took jangled the bell, catching everyone's attention. Eyes turned to him, smiles flashing. There was a light applause, but Slave took no time to appreciate it. No, he just walked to the tray and stacked beer bottles, Champagne flutes, and a container of lube on top. Oh, and a can of energy drink.

He served everyone, making sure to go for Daisy first. She enjoyed it the most, with Jafari down between her legs. The giraffe managed to grab a glass off the tray while tongue deep past her lips. The ferret moaned a thanks as she took an IPA. She looked to be growing exhausted, on her fifth or sixth orgasm of the evening.

Pet came back with Thomas, and Dad showered the pup with scritches and rubs. It made his heart warm to see them getting along so well. He served Hugo, Andre, and Hayden, who surprisingly had gotten out of his game to start light casual nerd talk with the boys. Most of their conversation was completely foreign to Slave, but it was nice to see them enjoying themselves.

Daisy approached him just as his father left the room with Pet. She nudged at his side and nodded up at Hugo. That got a devilish smirk on his face and they led him to a corner of the room. "We decided to get you a present this year, but you can't tell Carl," she whispered, little ears swiveling auspiciously.

"If you tell your dad, he'll absolutely kill us," Hugo added, chuckling as he slid a paw into his pocket.

Everett's brow raised at that, not quite sure what the two had that would make his dad so upset. The cacomistle reached a paw forward, grabbing hold of his and twisting it open. He slapped down something metallic in his palm, holding it for a second before letting go. When he pulled his paw back to reveal the gift, a wicked smile grew on the maned wolf's face.

"Oh, he would definitely kill you two," Everett said, looking up between the two of them.

He carefully slipped it down to his stocking, putting the tray inside to hide for later. Each were rewarded with a tight hug and a kiss on their cheeks. They giggled like naughty cubs, only stopping when his father got back into the room. All three of them went to him and Pet, welcoming each other with one final orgy between the group.

As the night was wrapping up, everyone was brought in the center of the room. Most completely naked, only Hayden fully clothed though he hadn't buttoned up his pants. Slave couldn't help but think it was his way of fitting in. Jafari had his tie still wrapped around his neck, and Andre was in his tighty whities, even with them soaked through with half a dozen loads of his and others spunk.

Slave propped up a camera, making sure the whole group fit inside before setting the timer. He came rushing back, getting right in the center next to Pet. He too got on his knees in front of his father, who had Hugo and Daisy at each of his sides. They all shouted cheers just before the flash went off.

"Your jar looks exceptionally full," Jafari pointed out, waggling a finger towards the cartoon thermometer he drew at the start of the night.

Slave looked over, stepping towards it with some curiousity. He almost completely forgot that he was doing this to pay back his father's broken tablet. It was packed to the brim with different bills, some simple fives but a handful of hundreds and twenties mixed in. Before he could hold a bill for himself, Master stepped in front of the jar and pulled out the cash.

"Hmm," Master said, flipping through every dollar quickly. Everyone seemed to hold their breath as he finished counting. The older maned wolf looked up at all of them, seeming to not have expected a show. Of course, he should have known that all of his subordinates and pets and slaves had been waiting for this moment for a while.

Reluctantly, Master grabbed hold of the red marker seated next to the white board, and scribbled in the thermometer Slave had drawn earlier. "That's it. That's every penny," his father said, wry smile on his muzzle.

Andre rubbed at Slave's, or rather, Everett's shoulder. "So now that you're finished, are you just gonna be focusing on school?"

He thought about it a second, looking at the words Everett's Tablet Repair. With a smile, he scribbled it out and wrote something new down. "Nah, I want a car!" he exclaimed

Everyone laughed, whooped, and cheered as he erased the inside of the thermometer until it was empty again. Carl, shaking his head with a laugh, added, "School is always first," he began, and then, in front of EVERYONE, the older maned wolf planted the loudest wet kiss right on Everett's forehead and finished with, "but we'll look into what sort of car would be right for you."

Admittingly, Everett felt a little embarrassed, but returned the hug and smiled back at his father. It felt good that he was making him proud of his decisions, but also, he was rather excited by the prospect of continuing whoring it up. He'd use any excuse to continue his services. Heck, this time he could even set his own prices and goals.

Jonah was let out after the last worker left. Just as soon as Carl unshackled the raccoon's wrists, he grabbed his dick and beat himself off furiously. He wrapped a paw around the boot, forcing his muzzle deeper into it rather than taking it off. His breathing was deep, flooding his nose with his own sweaty must before cumming not a minute in.

His cock shot a load hard enough to slap against the side of his boot. Wave after wave went pouring into the air like a volcano. Most of it came back down right onto the floor, but some spurts were wild enough to fling on Everett, Billy, and Carl. All three just stood smiling, enjoying the show he put on.

When his orgasm was through, he slumped back against the toilet. Carl waited for him to be mostly through his afterglow before helping the raccoon out of the rest of his restraints. He tore off his own blindfold, looking up at all three of them with his brow furrowed.

Jonah grabbed his boot, pulling it off and dropping it to the tile. He reached back, unlocking the strap to the ring gag and holding it up for Carl to take. Surprisingly, he didn't seem nearly as angry as he thought he would. The raccoon just stood up calmly, gave his father a pat of the shoulder and walked towards a sink.

He reeked of piss and spunk, but didn't seem to stress it as he washed himself up at a sink. There was no doubt Carl had led a group of his coworkers to mark him. Every step he took was wet and sticky. It made Everett want to clean, but he could tell everyone was ready to leave. Hopefully the janitors wouldn't make too much of a stink.

Thomas was back up with a change of clothes for Jonah, as well as some parting hugs from the group. Billy gave him some extra attention, even standing up to offer a hug. The smaller fox was swooped into a warm embrace, headfur ruffled gently under a large paw. Kisses on the cheeks were shared before he waved a paw to all of them to get back to his station.

All of them got changed in Carl's office, Everett offering to unharness his boyfriend. When his father left the room, the younger maned wolf grinned and reached into his stocking. He was careful to be as stealthy as possible, holding the metal container out for the fox to see.

"When we get home, you ready to have some fun?" Everett whisperer, getting an excited woof and tail wags from Pet.

Inside of his paw was a tray of gummies with the words 5 mg THC printed on top. It'd been forever since they got to indulge in some recreational activities on their own. Both hurriedly packed up the rest of their things and got dressed, excited to get back home. Carl waited patiently in the middle of the room, double checking that any incriminating evidence had either been taken home or had been stashed away.

Everett and Billy both walked to either of Carl's side, each wrapping him in a hug. He returned a short one, then turned to the Elevator to lead them all out. Just as the doors closed, his father spoke up, "That was a pretty good night. I think everyone had fun."

With that though, he held out his paw, palm open expectantly. Everett sighed and Billy let out a whimper. He pulled the tray out of his pocket, feeling stupid to think he was going to get away with it. Imagining the punishment the two of them were gonna get filled him with dread.

He placed the tray in his father's paw, keeping his head down the entire time. Carl turned it over, inspecting it for a second, but then passed it back over to Everett. When he looked up, he could see his dad had a grin on his muzzle. It was large and wolfish, pulling his lips back on one side of his face.

"You can keep them," he started, giving both Billy and Everett a pat on their backs. "But only if you share."