The town was prospering and clean and the Mayor always made sure to do his rounds. The only human in town, he stuck out like a sore thumb but all knew that he was good for the town and made sure to put whatever bells he had left over from his own personal shopping toward bettering the town's economy and state-of-being.
Few would see it, but there were tears that he tried to hide when citizens would move from the village to other places. He'd always be there to see them off with a hug or a handshake or a kiss should the situation callf or it, then he'd be off to his duty silently.

Isabelle helped him with his mayoral duties whenever he asked (and even when he didn't) but she knew that the stress of running the town could get to him. Winter was firmly entrenched in the town and Christmas was on the way.  So she used her own money to buy him a present, a gift, something to enjoy for the season (and possiby onward if the mayor was so inclined, which frankly she prayed he was) from the Sable sisters. 

From them, Isabelle acquired the fine things made of red and gold and green and silver with special bells hung from them that jiggled whenever she moved when she tried it on originally. With a blush under her fur, Isabelle inspected herself in the mirror. 'I hope the Mayor likes it," she smiles and traces a hand over her breast, feeling her nipple harden under the sheer material.

She put on a holiday robe and continued with her work. If the clock didn't lie (and it rarely did) the Mayor would be there soon to talk to Isabelle about situations relating to the town and to warm up from the chilling cold outside. "Baby it's cold outside," Isabelle began singing to pass the time, absent mindedly slipping a hand into her robe and massaging down her front to her crotchless panty covered sex. She smiled when she heard the door open with a ring and close.

Isabelle greeted her Mayor with the usual "Good evening, Mayor." The Mayor, Anon, smiled back and put his coat and scarf on the hall tree thankful to be in the warm building rather than the cold outside. "Good evening, Isabelle," he came to Isabelle's desk and pulled up a chair then sat in it to face Isabelle "How've you been this evening?" the Mayor was thankfully oblivious to his gift it seemed and the dog smiled. 
"I'm well, Mayor, thank you. Did your rounds about the town?" Isabelle knew the answer, she was just building courage to show the Mayor his present. She held the robe tight to her body, feigning cold, and felt the muffled bells pressing against the fabric.  "I have," Anon nods, leaning back in the chair, scratching his head "Everything seems to be well. Everyone's happy the winter's come along. Gave everyone their gifts, though not sure how many will refrain from opening them." He laughed good naturedly. He couldn't stop them, they'd enjoy the gifts one way or another.

"I'm sure." Isabelle chuckles "I have a gift to give out myself," she fiddles with the robe a bit, feeling nervous at the events to come. She wished she knew what would happen, how would he feel? Everything willing, she'd get the result she so desperately needed. "How come you haven't given it out yet?" Anon asks "Holiday's-a closing in." 
"This one's special actually," Isabelle says, looking down as her ears pin back in nervousness "It's for you." She looks up at Anon whose eyebrows raise up at the news.  "You didn't have to get me anything," Anon assures "I'm fine 'Belle." Isabelle chuckles at his nickname for her and shakes her head, scootching forward a bit, careful not to reveal the gift too early.
"No, but I wanted to get you something. Badly." Isabelle stands up "Turn your chair to the left, please, and close your eyes after." Anon plays along with it, turning his chair and closing his eyes as instructed. 

Isabelle walked around the desk slowly, plump body hidden by the robe and bells muffled by the contact. She looks at her Mayor for a short time, inspecting his body and hyping herself up. With her eyes squeezed shut she opens the robe and allows it to fall making the bells jingle a bit. At the sound, Anon raises a brow but doesn't open his eyes, making sure to keep them closed tight. "Open them." Isabelle instructs with as much confidence as she can muster, hands behind her back and one knee slightly bent giving her a cute pose. 

Anon opens his eyes and his jaw follows suit, gaping at the sight of Isabelle in a christmas lingerie set. Red stockings climb her legs ended by a garter belt, attached by clips to the rest of her white, girdle-like lingerie (the skirt of which was green). The back is cut slightly higher to account for her tail which wags unconsciously as Anon eyes up his assistant. The bells from earlier jingle slightly with Isabelle's movements, fidgeting slightly as she awaits Anon's judgement.

Further up, her breasts are cupped by sheer red material allowing her nipples to poke through and be seen. What once was covered by her robe, now revealed, is a collar with a loop for a leash with a golden thread embroidery. On the reverse side of the collar, hidden from sight against Isabelle's neck, reads the unceremonious word "Bitch" In bold, white letters against the black backdrop. Isabelle wouldn't admit it, at least not fast, but when she ordered that and saw it was indeed put into the collar she couldn't help but fall to her knees. The leash to go with the set was hidden in Isabelle's desk, but hopefully it would get some use eventually. Anon's gaze burned, eyes raked across her body taking in every detail of his plump assistant's body in the lingerie. His pants lifted at the sight, causing Isabelle to give an audible gasp when she caught sight of it and saw just how big it was in his pants.

Anon found his tongue and jaw once again and looked Isabelle in the eye, finding his words as well which considering his bodily situation could be considered nothing less than herculean "Isabelle, baby," he breaths with a half shake of the head, standing up and walking to his assistant (Whose tail was now threatening to create a vortex behind her causing the bells to jingle with each movement) and slowly running his hands down along the silken lingerie with an appreciative exhale "Wow!" Isabelle smiled at him, biting her lip as his hands found her back and soon found her twister-crafting tail and gave it a long, slow squeeze and tug causing her to stand up on her tippy toes. "Mmmnnn~" Isabelle moans lightly in appreciation of the contact, feeling his other hand take a plump cheek and give it a squeeze. 

"You look amazing 'Belle, you bought this for me?" Isabelle's nod answers where her words can't and he chuckles as his hand now finds her stockinged legs, upwards just near to her crotch then her silk covered belly to her chest where he squeezes her tit ever so gently. "Merry Christmas to me," he laughs softly "I didn't get you anything though," Anon leans forward and presses a kiss on Isabelle's lips which she attempts to do in return but falling just short. Her tail tries to wag more, but Anon's grip is firm but fair and his hand slides down closer and closer to her base and cheeks. "Yes you did," Isabelle dares, her own hands rubbing Anon's chest and back before finding their way down to his pants, running a hand and digits over the tent. Anon's surprised chuckle makes Isabelle bite her lip and redouble her efforts just a bit more, causing Anon to moan with her efforts. "You got me this." She hoped anyway. 

Anon didn't seem one to disappoint, which Isabelle couldn't help but feel ever thankful for, as his fingers found their way between her cheeks rubbing against her covered tailhole but found their way to her uncovered pussy. "I suppose I did, didn't I?" Her smile returned and her tail wagged anew with gusto, unrestrained by his firm grip as he played with her exposed sex. "Can I unwrap my gift, Mister Mayor?" Isabelle can't help the gyration of her hips, trying to get his fingers into her hole but finding that he's actively avoiding it, teasing her dripping pussy. "You may," Anon gives her permission and she wastes no time unzipping the pants and pulling them down. The underpants, the proverbial box to the pants' wrapping, are straining and stained with pre cum. Isabelle doesn't let the cloth stop her and pulls them down as well allowing the thick, white meat to come forth into the warmth and all the closer to Isabelle. 

Her gasp when she finally sees it unwrapped, exposed, is enough to make it twitch and seemingly a domino effect, her pussy throbs and becomes wetter. Anon slips a finger in, causing her to jump slightly and get closer, feeling the thick cock press against her belly while Anon's finger slides in and out with incredible ease thanks to her copious juices. "Oh~" she moans into Anon's neck, a hand sliding down to stroke his cock. It's thicker than she thought by a fair margin, needing a hand and a half to fully wrap around it. The size doesn't perturb her, though, as she bounces slightly on Anon's finger making the bells jingle. It wasn't lost on her that she was literally wearing money, as though wearing a bandolier of coins over a dress, but it wasn't as important as what she felt in her hands and most importantly what she needed elsewhere. Anon's free hand was groping her body, squeezing and rubbing her plump form through the lingerie before finding their way to her ass again and then to her tail. 

Isabelle in response to the stimuli affecting her tail tries to hike herself up onto the thick cock before her, almost finding purchase considering the height difference between her and Anon (A good six or so inches) feeling his cock press against her mound so tantalizingly close to her entrance before her feet need respite and she feels herself planted back on the floor, head against Anon's chest as she pumps her hands on his cock and his fingers play with her hole and hand with her tail. "Mayor, please," Isabelle begs, almost in tears as his scent meets her nos. His natural musk causing a reaction she honestly didn't expect. Her juices hit the wooden floor with an audible drip, Anon's fingers coated in her juices and her tail firmly in his grip again she pants and whimpers against his chest with no respite seeming in sight.

Anon's hand exits her needy pussy, leaving it woefully empty but before she can protest he has her hefted up. Isabelle can feel herself being carried through the air before she's laid back on her (mercifully) rather empty desk. She looks up at Anon whose face is a lust-drunk mask of desire and what remains of his clothes are rapidly stripped off. Standing there, stark naked and cock proudly erect, Anon never looked more perfect to Isabelle in all the time she'd known him. He comes over her, cock between her legs. While she tries to open herself up for him he uses his arms to guide her thighs closer together, the girth of them creating a fine sleeve for his cock. Above and to the sides, her thighs cover his shaft while below is her pussy pressed against his shaft. He leans his head down, kissing into Isabelle's lips with a deep, throaty growl. Surrendering herself to her man, she almost cries out into his mouth as he begins thrusting, teasing her sopping wet pussy with his shaft. Tears stream down her face now, going back and past her ears as the torture becomes even more intense than before. 

His weight, heat and musk bearing down on her mixed with the sheer, back breaking NEED she feels for his cock is too much and each time they break the kiss, she hiccups with a cry she attempts to stifle, but fails when he drags his shaft along her pussy. "Please! Mayor I beg you, fuck me!" From his view, he sees something about her collar. Another quick kiss, Anon loops a finger in the collar pulling Isabelle forward. Instinctively she goes with the collar's demand as her eyes widen when he sees the text. "Bitch." Anon says, rolling the word on his tongue as his hand now gently cups Isabelle's face but the firmness lies there under the gentle caress, the commanding hand of her Mayor. "Are you my bitch, Isabelle?" she moans, pressing against him and grinding her crotch against his cock as she cries out "Yes! Yes, Anon! I'm your bitch!" Isabelle digs her nails into his back, a respite from the pain she feels, and begs further "I'm your bitch, Anon! Make me yours!" Her heart slams in her chest, her breath is erratic and even in the fair heat of the room was creating visible puffs and her lingerie would need a thorough clean if not a full replacement. 

But Anon smiled and kisses his assistant, his bitch, on the lips and reared back his crotch and aimed his cock for her hungry hole. With almost stupid ease, he slides in and Isabelle almost cums on the spot at feeling his girth fill her pussy totally. Seeing stars, Isabelle moans numbly as Anon thrusts in and out of her, kissing her neck and groping at her thighs and ass giving him something considerable to hold onto as he fucks Isabelle into the desk causing it to rock and creak. Her moans pick up intensity and speed, coming back from Nirvana to the town and finally back to the office. For just a moment, she can see herself on the desk underneath Anon and can see her blissful expression as he fucks his bitch how she so desperately needed. 

Finally she comes back, legs over Anon's shoulders and hands gripping at his back muscles and neck as she lets out a fully coherent scream of pleasure feeling Anon dive into depths she didn't know possible. His balls slap against her and splatter her juices against his naked body, coating his lower half in Isabelle's juices but it doesn't deter him. He moans aloud, feeling Isabelle contract around him when he thrusted trying to wring him of his seed, pump it deep into her. He knew that's what she wanted, needed, but like the start to the fuck he'd make her wait for it, work for it, he'd get his out of his bitch. Isabelle's eyes sting with tears of pleasure, so she closes them and allows herself to be completly overtaken by her mayor, her Anon, her master, the obscene, wet slapping noises filling the room as much as their moans. 

Anon thrusts again, hard, into Isabelle burying himself inside her. Again he feels her contract, begging for seed, but he won't give it to her yet. Instead he pulls out with an audible squelch. Isabelle nearly cries out again at the feeling of being empty, but doesn't feel it long. Turned over onto her stomach and her panties pulled down as long as the straps will allow, she feels Anon grab her tail and hold it against him and the other hand grab onto her wide hip before he thrusts back in. Words are lost to Isabelle as she takes her master's cock, mouth hung agape and eyes wide as tears stained her fur. She wanted to wag, but Anon's firm grip forbade it and so she could only gyrate and moan, squeezing her master's cock hungry for his climax. Anon couldn't deny it, seeing Isabelle bent over as she was wearing her lingerie, treating his cock as the coming of a God was pushing him close to his end but he resolved to fight until he couldn't anymore. Holding onto her tail still, Anon leans forward pressing onto Isabelle and releasing her hip he grabs her collar instead. 

Tail aside so as to not harm it, Isabelle was pressed forward onto the desk causing her legs to just dangle there, useless and spread open until Isabelle in her being-well-fucked state closed them together to create more of a cushion causing her cheeks and thighs to jiggle with every thrust. Anon moaned into Isabelle's ear, panting and groaning as he could feel his climax coming. Both hands on Isabelle's collar now, he choked her very lightly as he rode her ass now, feeling her cum all over his cock. Her thighs made the perfect slide right into her cunt, guiding him in with a tunnel of juices before he got into her hole and drove into her depths. Isabelle's eyes were rolled back into her head now, tongue out while she moaned pitifully, enjoying her present to the fullest degree. "I'm gonna cum!" Anon warns her, breaking her from her revelry and sending her into overdrive. "Cum inside me! Breed me, Anon! Breed me like a master should breed his bitch," Isabelle was sincere in her desires and words, nothing more could please her than a thorough breeding from her master.

With no desire to keep his bitch waiting, Anon gave rougher, harder thrusts causing the desk to creak and moan in protest causing both of them to wonder if they may break it, before one final slam ended the motions and instead created new sensations. Isabelle's eyes lit up as she felt Anon's cockhead press into her end and release copious amounts of potent cum. She felt herself cum again and again, squeezing and wringing her master's cock for every last bit she possibly could. 
In the end, the holidays birthed a whole new dynamic for Mayor and Assistant, master and bitch, but that night was theirs and the long, warm session of cuddles and aftercare was one no one could take from them.