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Malcolm wasn’t much for exceptional birthday parties or massive celebrations, to him his birthday was simply another day. The birthday cake in the office felt like more than enough to acknowledge the anniversary, he had a dinner planned that weekend and even that felt like an obligation. So it was obvious as to why he had a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel as he drove to Sherri’s card shop for something urgent. He sat in the car for a good ten minutes trying to mentally prepare himself for what he was sure to be some sort of surprise party filled with overstimulation and noises that would leave him exhausted… especially because he had work the next day!

The shop was mostly dark, a small light inside, his ears folded back as he checked his watch. It was after closing time, but she’d stay open late if games were going. Even still, he was suspicious, Sherri had said it was urgent and Malcolm would rather deal with the consequences of their good intentioned surprise party than look like a grump and not even show up. He walked to the door, the lights out, and gave a cautious pull just in case it was actually closed and it was some kind of decoy to keep him away from home a little longer… But it opened, his ears perked, on high alert, he stepped inside the empty front room and followed the dim light towards the back gaming area.

He took a deep breath, waited for the screams and shouts, SURPRISE, it never came.

Instead Sherri was sitting on the table looking at her phone, then looked up with bright brown eyes, “Hey, you made it!” She said excitedly, her tail flittering about behind her as he stepped fully into the empty room looking around for shocks and clamors of attention.

“Made it to what..?” Malcolm said curiously, he wasn’t disappointed but now he was genuinely curious what Sherri had invited him to. “There’s no one here.”

“Of course silly.” Sherri sat up from the table, her heels tapping against the floor as she gathered up one of those reusable grocery bags in hand. “It’s your birthday, so I needed to get you something you’d want.” He blinked, “A night all to yourself.”

Malcolm almost felt himself tear up, he lived with family, multi-generational and while he didn’t see it as some sort of burden or inconvenience most times, it was hard to find a day of solace that he could have to himself. “..And that’s why you needed me here..”

She winked, “You got it, Sherlock! Got everything set up in the back, a nice big bed, your gaming station, that was a pain, but we’ll get it back to you before you get home tomorrow. A mini fridge full of snacks and microwavable pizzas,” She pointed to the NuWave oven air fryer thing that often saw use during events and freeplay. “You should be all set.”

Malcolm couldn’t control the bright smile that was peeking at the corners of his cheeks, normally fairly stoic and in control of his emotions, he simply nodded and beamed down at the thoughtful doggirl. “Thanks, Sherri.. Really.” She smiled right back at him, then reached into the reusable grocery bag.

“There’s one last thing,” She said and pulled out a cannister of whipped cream and a jar of maraschino cherries, he stared at her, curious as to what she had planned with two ordinary ingredients. His silence rewarded with her smile as she shook the can, “I need to sing for the birthday boy..”

His ears started to fold back, he hated that kind of Applebee’s Employee birthday song that would accompany a cheap three dollar slice of cake and ice cream. He immediately tried to sense for others, the surprise aspect and silent atmosphere had to be a trap, “Sherri-“ He started to mutter but she was already upon him, her fingers fidgeting against his khaki shorts and beginning to ruffle with his belt as her eyes stared at him… Whipped cream. “Okay.. Okay..” He said with a mild tint of hesitation, “Alright.. Let’s see where you’re going with this..” He muttered as his cock was revealed from the flaps of his unbuttoned shorts, the tip starting to push out from the sheath.

Her fingers slid along his shaft, teasing at the growing girth as her eyes fixated upon him, her smile widening as she glanced down at his dick, “Just need to prep the cake first.” She said with a lurid tint in her voice, the aerosol sound of spraying release filling the room as she drew little pumps of whipped crème that balanced upon the middle of his shaft, not an.. uncomfortable experience, but the chilled texture was noticeable… He wasn’t sure how he felt about her decorating his dick, but he thought it was kinda cute when she topped the crème bulbs with cherries.

“I hope you’re not planning to leave that mess there..” Malcolm said with a slight hint of arousal as well as chiding, leaning back against the large wooden table as Sherri started to kneel beside him, her hand stroking along the length of his shaft. Her lips kissed along the length as he let out a satisfied groan, further she leaned in, her lips teasing against his shaft on the way down to the base..
 

“Happy birthday, to you,” The humming sounds were accompanied with a happy.. pleasurable moment, Malcolm felt directly against his loins. Her lips were kissing against his balls, her wet tongue smearing against the thick swollen orbs that made his fingers clench against the underside of the table, his head shifting upwards, teeth gritting, her tongue wetly lapping against the inseam of his nuts, smearing her saliva against him and teasing those fat orbs incessantly. “Happy birthday, to you..” Her voice was still in tune, soft and he could feel the vibrations of her lips as they touched against his wet balls.

The tune, teased at his senses, his ears twitching as the sound mingled with the warm lapping of his balls, his body strained with excitement, his nostrils flaring wide as he breathed out the sweetness of her intoxicating pleasure. “Hnnghh.. Hfff..” Each little lick, broad strokes of a brush that smeared her saliva through his balls, the peppering of kisses that made his girthy wolfhood twitch every time she did so, the whipped cream starting to spill.. “It’s.. It’s gonna make a mess..” He snarled hotly, his jaw clenching as he breathed deeper.

But she didn’t listen, or pretended not to anyways, her tongue slid up the inseam of his balls, all the way, dragging against the underside of his shaft until she came to the tip. “Happy Birthday, dear sweet, Malcolm..” Her tongue then began to wiggle, spiraling around the tip of his cock, the pointed end which made him shudder and squirm as his fingers began to scratch against the wood underneath with his pointed claws, “Happy birthday..” Her tongue wiggled again, spiraling, twirling, flipping up and down against his cumslit and probing against it.. “To, youuuu..” Her voice wet, dribbling even, singing the final refrain as her tongue wriggled against his throbbing wolftip.

The scent, the flavor, the taste of his cock, it was practically intoxicating, or it had to be, Malcolm noticed that Sherri’s song had concluded with her lips now messily slurpsucking his length while her free hand now stroked against her pubic mound. Malcolm breathed deep the thick scent of her pussy, the same one that had drawn him to temptatious orgasm numerous times before, breathing deep through his nostrils he absorbed her feminine pheromones, letting them stir the blood inside his body more vigorously than before!

Her head moved along the length of his shaft, her lips swallowing inch after inch, not daring to smear the whipped cream decorations she had so elegantly designed. They were starting to melt though, streaking juices of sugary cream along his shaft from the extraordinary heat that emanated from him, the humidity of her lips, and of course the eager twitching of his cock.

“And many more..” He growled hotly, taking the back of her head in his massive hand, curling his fingers into her hair, and forcibly jutting his cock all the way inside her mouth, pushing it deep, cramming his thick masculine shaft so far against the roof of her mouth until it squished against the entrance to her throat. The whipped cream smeared off, the stemless cherries pushed against her lips, tucking inside and bursting like massive syrupy sweet boba bubbles, all the while the tip of his cock plunging deeper into her mouth, forcing its way inside as Sherri gripped onto his furred thighs for dear life.. then his knot.. his knot crammed in as he let out a guttural groan with his cock fully lodged inside her mouth, her throat, claiming every ounce of her orifice until he unloaded.

The thick glut of cum was too much for her to swallow at once, but his knot locked her mouth from letting the overflow escape, her cheeks puffed out as the flavor of sundae topping mixed in with his instantaneously flooding cumload, sweetening the flavor, thickening it as she felt her eyes start to roll in the back of her head.. Her pussy trembling as he used her body to orgasm, fucking her mouth so thoroughly, and cumming deep into her stomach, filling her belly to the point it looked like she had just engulfed an AYCE sushi dinner! Her toes scrunched as she gripped onto him, her eyes rolling upwards as she stared at his convulsing orgasming face, his thick creamy load soaking her throat with what felt like an eternity of spasming cumspurts.

Finally his hand released, his fingers unfurled from her tresses, the long slurping echo of his cock pulling free from her throat as she gulped down air practically overwhelmed any other sound that might have been in the room. Finally the cock released, wet, dripping with a mix of sauces and saliva that smeared along his length, partially stained with her lipstick and the flavor of maraschino  cherries.  “Heh..” Malcolm glanced down watching Sherri lick her lips, cleaning the syrupy sweetness as his hand lowered to caress the side of her cheek. “Hey, Sher..?” He said with a deep grumble in his chest, “Thanks for an amazing birthday.”

She finished grooming his penis, licking away the traces of his essence, leaving it still bulbous and crimson with her shine of saliva streaking upon it. “Of course, but next year,” She said with a slight grin, “We gotta do something super fun, not let you stash yourself away..”