Saint Patrick’s day was a day of Irish Celebration, and what better way to celebrate a rich Gaelic culture than drinking heavily and excusing it as a festivity. Tacky green décor littered the landscape that day, with parades and every bar holding open doors to the crowds eager to proclaim their ‘heritage’. Even though few and far between could actually name the ancestor they were honoring with drink. Essentially there were two groups on this day, the Irish and the Fauxrish, but to the bartenders the only green that mattered was the money their patrons happily doled out to celebrate a false sense of pride.

The evening had only begun and the festive attitude at the bar was growing by the hour. Gaelic music played over the speakers in the bar with the growing crowd happily clinking beer glasses together and trading shots of whiskey. Sherri wasn’t Irish, although she was dressed in a skimpy green skirt that matched her golden retriever drinkmate. The promise of acting foolish before heading to the bar had long since been forgotten and Sherri was happily celebrating the main contribution that the Irish had given to society.

Guiness.

Sherri may have been acting a fool but it was hardly out of place given the day. It was at that very moment that a high tempo beat started to play over the speakers. The doggirl’s eyes lit up and her ears perked, a sharp yip coming from her as she bounced excitedly. “Ohfuck! This is my song! I’ve been waiting all day for it!”

“Go for it, babe.” Fossie smirked and simply took a sip of her beer, the thick stout. However Sherri seemed to go past even her expectations, the small dog had climbed up onto the bar counter with her bright green high heels tossed to the ground. “What the..” Sherri began to bounce and tap her paws against the wooden counter but to her surprise there was a happy little jingling sound. Sherri had literally gotten golden toe-rings with jingling bells attached to them. “Oh god..” Fossie chuckled while lowering her face to one of her palms. Nothing was simple with Sherri around.

“Wahahaha!” Sherri barked out, her legs kicking out and showing off her footpaws as the bells bounced and dinged with the rhythm of the song. “I have the best paws ever! I’m the princess of paws!” Sherri cried out, her cheeks flushed as she bounced about and made a general ruckus of the counter.

Sherri had extended one leg to show off the bells when a large black furred palm gently, but firmly grasped upon her ankle. Sherri looked down to see a grinning wolf staring back up at her, his clawtips softly dragging through her fur and stroking against her plush soft pawflesh. “Is that so… Well I bet you a glass of their finest ale that you can’t make me cum with ‘em!” His eyes glanced upwards, catching the girl’s flaunted pussy from the way her skirt bounced upwards with her little kicks. She wasn’t wearing any panties. This girl was a slut and that was his favorite flavor for the holidays. “And if you can’t… I get to bust a load in that tight pussy of yours.”

Sherri flushed, she was in heat at that particular time, even still she was a cocky little bitch. She scrunched her nose and glared down at him. “Oh yeah?!” Sherri huffed, her pride was on the line and she didn’t dare let anyone question her padded pawtoes. “Games on wolfie-boy!” She gently tugged her paw back and let herself slide down to the counter and quickly followed the curious stud over to one of the less occupied tables.

“Wait! Sherri!” Fossie barked, she wasn’t about to just let someone get a chance at those paws for a measly beer! “Hey remember what we said? Gonna keep it tame for tonight? Wear green just so we don’t get pinched and cause the outfits are cute?” It was a mix of concern, that and she didn’t want to have to report someone for drunken and disorderly conduct on her day off!

“Uh uh!” Sherri huffed. “This guy is gonna get it!” Sherri barked, she may have been a bit tipsy but this wasn’t out of character for someone as kinky as her, that and she enjoyed an excuse to be frisky in public. The only thing that the alcohol affected was her timing, Sherri was already peeling that bright green skirt from her hips and lifting one leg, then the other, to toss it towards Fossie’s face! “Let the paw contest commence!”

The golden retriever wasn’t particularly keen on being the responsible one, especially on Saint Patrick’s Day. However when that skirt was tossed and landed on Fossie’s snout; she caught the scent of arousal that had been clinging to the girl’s panties. It was thick, and it suddenly made her realize that Sherri wasn’t expecting just one suitor this evening. She swallowed hard and gave in to Sherri’s antics. “..What the hell.” She muttered and made her way over to the arena as the now naked Sherri lifted herself onto the table.

Sherri’s naked body had rest upon the table while Blackfang slowly peeled the remainder of his clothes from his frame, keeping on that festive little Irish tophat. “Mmm, you better get ready to surrender that pussy to me here in a minute. I’ll let you try until your paws get tired. Sound good?” He growled hungrily as his palm gently reached out, the heat emanating from her pussy could be felt on his fingertips as he gently caressed her lips with a slow stroke of his palm.

The doggirl shivered with delight, biting down on her lower lip as his massive palm cupped her pussy mound, hiding it from view but applying pressure to her mound. “Mnnf!” Sherri’s knees squeezed together causing her labia to squish and provide a tight ‘pressed’ look for Blackfang to enjoy. “But you have to keep your hands to yourself until I give up!” Sherri shuddered, her toes curling slightly as his digits continued to tease her folds. “Nnhh.. Judge..” Sherri whined and Blackfang smirked.

“The contest doesn’t start until the bar tender sets down the glass.” Blackfang hummed as the cute African dog girl made the rounds with a serving tray holding two tall stout beers. “Isn’t that right Sazana?”

The doggirl quickly closed her eyes, she was not watching this, she was not party to this. If her boss came in she would have plausible deniability and claim she had no knowledge of two crazy mutts using the bar-space for their private fuckparty. “No way. You’re not involving me on this one Blackfang.” She puffed her lips causing her bangs to flip upwards to the side. “Whatever is going on is out of view behind the bar counter.”

Sazana set one drink down, this one immediately picked up by Blackfang as he took a long slurping sip from the rim. “Ahhhh..” He muttered and pulled his other paw back from Sherri’s thighs, his digits soaked in her juices as the trembling girl squirmed against the table. “You ready girly?” He glanced down, Sherri’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes teared up. He loved it when girls were in heat, they were so easy to tease. “What are you waiting for?”

“Hrmf! That was cheap.. trying to get me super excited like that.” Sherri pouted her lip as he chuckled at her dismay. Sherri slowly pulled herself up but her legs were a wobbly from his molesting palm. This wolf definitely had some attitude, and Sherri was intent on showing him what for! Her footpaws gently lifted and her toes pressed against his bulge, his cocktip was slightly poking out of his sheath but her toes found their way to caress his sensitive tip. “Oooh, this is my favorite part.” Sherri glanced up at him as she pressed her twin middle toes against his cocktip, watching it harden against her blue padded toes.

His cock was rising from the sheath, slightly slickened by the juices that kept it pre-lubricated for just this sort of situation. “Mmh..” He had to admit it was a nice sensation, her pawpads were practically squishy, almost like a silicone texture and his cock reacted accordingly. His girth pushing against her toes as he let himself fully harden before this sultry maiden. “Hope that isn’t all you got.” He gave a deep lustful growl as he glanced down at her footpaws and the way they slowly massaged along his elongated girth.

Sherri’s footpaws slowly sopped up the masculine juices that surrounded his cock, the slick essence causing her rings and the toes to glisten in the overhead light. The shiny pearls slowly stroking against his cock as she splayed her toes, firmly cupping the cockshaft in the area between her upper sole and her main toepads. Her toes firmly clutched down on his girth, squeezing it like fingertips as she slowly pulled her thighs inwards, mimicking a double handed-handjob in a slow push and pull of her legs. “And how’s this?” Sherri was used to dealing with paw fetishists so even the most minor of tricks were quite astounding to them. What she didn’t factor in was that Blackfang wasn’t so much a paw lover as he was a ‘slut lover.’

Her toes were dripping with the slick cock drool that spilled from his sheath, her dainty toes sliding up and down along his cock while she grinned up at him. Her footpaws were soft and quite dexterous that was for sure but Blackfang was hardly impressed. The naked wolf smirked as he glanced down at Sherri, his eyes judging her as her footpaws rubbed against the tip, it felt great but far from the best pawjob he’d ever experienced. “Is that it?” Blackfang almost chuckled as he showed his stamina by lifting the glass and taking a hefty sip of the ale. “They’re pretty cute but it ain’t no pussy. Better up your game or I’m gonna leave a pot of cum in that pretty womb of yours.”

Was she going to take that? Hell no! …Well sort of. “Oh I’ve only just started!” Endless yoga poses were paying off in spades as she lifted her body up slightly using her palms, her neck craning inwards as her lips finally met with the tip of his cock. Much to Blackfang’s surprise her footpaws not only stroked along his shaft but he felt the warm hot breath from Sherri’s maw rolling against his cock. Her tongue lewdly poking out and sliding along the tip of his dick, caressing against his pointed glans with a slow twirl of that wet blue muscle.

His eyes widened, now this was hot! The combined sensations of her paws and her lips, as well as the way she was able to contort herself in such a fashion made him almost spit his drink. “Ohfuck!” He swallowed hard and felt himself tremble in the legs as her footpaws slicked up and down against his shaft, her tongue probing against his cumslit and slurping against the little hole that connected to his vas deferens! Her saliva was dribbling against his dick, sliding down his girth and slipping between her toes and allowing for a faster motion of her paws.

Sherri increased the pressure and decreased the friction with each slurp, her footpaws rubbing against his cock and letting him feel the padded sole and her little toebeans squeezing his girth. Her tongue probed gently against his urethra, not sliding inside but licking and teasing at his glans for a brief moment before sliding around the tip. Her lips suckling tightly at the pointed canine cocktip, holding it between her lips like a jolly-rancher and using her tongue to waggled and thrash against his sensitive point.

SLRP SLP SCHFF SSHFF SLRP

With the way her head bobbed back and forth, lewdly slurping the tip of his cock while pushing some of it inside, and at the same time massaging half of his length. He was practically snarling with pleasure, he couldn’t believe that she was bringing him to the brink but at the same time her mouth and those soft paws almost made him forget the need for a pussy to fuck. Sherri’s lips suckled tightly, building the pressure on the tip of his cock while her footpaws rapidly stroked up and down his shaft, his balls beginning to swell as his cocktip vibrated with throbs against her tongue.

The mixture of sensations was practically earth shattering, Blackfang felt his spine tingle and his body churn, his abdomen tightening as he struggled to keep his grasp on the glass of stout. Sherri’s footpaws were stroking back and forth, working every inch of his throbbing canine cock while her lips suckled firmly along the tip. Her tongue was running up and down along his incredibly sensitive glans, the pointed tip pulsating against her lips. “Nnngh.. Gonna.. Gonna..” He growled hungrily as he felt sweat droplets drip down his brow and along his jaw. Every inch of him was burning with lust, passion, this sultry slutty girl firmly caressing his cock, the girth massaged by those soppy squishy footpaws.

The slick shuffling of her feet against his cock and the way her tight pressure gripped him was reminiscent of a tight blue snatch he frequently enjoyed. “Yeah..” Sherri crooned as she slurped her tongue lewdly along his cock. “You know you wanna cum!” Her voice was somewhat muffled by his salty sweat soaked cock and the music playing overhead but Blackfang’s sensitive hearing picked it up just fine. Sherri squeezed tightly, her toes gripping onto his girth, all the while the jingling sounds of the bells pulling him into a lust filled trance.

“Hahhh.. Oh.. Yeah.. Ohh.. Oh..” Blackfang suddenly twitched, like his body had seized up, every attempt to keep his load from building up had failed and his eyes closed tightly as strained with pleasure. “AwhhOUH!” Came a guttural howl as his fat crimson cock suddenly erupted, a thick load of cum sputtered from the tip of his cock, shooting directly into Sherri’s maw and filling it with his creamy viscous essence. Sherri pulled her lips back in the middle of his orgasm, the salty sperm spilling from her mouth and elongated tongue down along her breasts as her muzzle and face were decorated with remnant ropes of wolf-jizz.

SPLT! TP! SPLT PLT!

The sight of her girlfriend with a hot load of cum dripping down her muzzle was too much for Fossie, all this time she had been watching and caressing her cock. Her palm was greasy with a mix of spittle and pre-cum that created a damp lubricant in the grip of her palm, it was fuckable, it wasn’t Sherri’s paws and tongue but it was enough for her to unload. Thick ropes of cum flew from her canine cocktip and drizzled along the rim of the glass and creating a foamy head atop of Sherri’s Guiness drink. Her eyes locked on Sherri as she set the tall glass beside the doggirl and licked her chops. “Go on! You deserve a drink!” Fossie yipped excitedly.

Sherri sat up on her tush and happily gripped the glass, and in front of the entire bar that had witnessed Fossie cumming in that tall foamy glass of Guiness, Sherri lifted it to her lips and chugged!

GLK GLP GLP GUHP GLP GLP!

“Ahhhh~!” Sherri gave a refreshing exhale as she chugged the entire glass, the buzz already hitting her, she glanced over at Fossie and licked her lips a bit. She could tell the difference between Fossie’s jizz and Blackfangs, and the moment the foamy cum-ale rushed along her palette and mixed she knew of her girlfriend’s treachery. “C’mere..” Sherri muttered lustfully as she gripped the doggirl’s top and pulled Fossie close. “Kiss me.. I’m Irish!”

The golden retriever was definitely not expecting this! Her lips were taken in by Sherri’s, the two doggirl’s kissing lewdly as Sherri pushed her tongue in between Fossie’s lips and shared the cummy load that Blackfang had offered. Their tongues mingled together, slight licks between them both as drool spilled down their jaws. Their bodies pressed together and finally Fossie pulled her muzzle back, panting for air as the lustful crowd descended upon them. “Huh.. wuh?”

The crowd was quite excited, Blackfang’s cock was already rock hard and throbbing for more as he pressed in close around the two girls. Caemdare had gleefully joined in with his pants slowly sliding down his thighs revealing his cock poking from his sheath. Even Shia had joined in, the hungry feline having been particularly excited about Fossie’s cock. Nameless faces even started to swarm the pair that were pinned to the table, there were more cocks than Sherri could count, all of them hardened and eager to share in the festivities of the pair of Irish girls.

The heavy musky scent of masculinity that swarmed around the girls grew thicker with each passing second as they were herded together. “Well Fossie..” Sherri mused as she licked her lips, pulling a slather of cum from her muzzle and between her lips. “I think we’ll be wearing more white than green today.”