Filthy festival 6 - continental breakfast

Billy the fox cub, and his perverted father Brian, had taken an hour long shower after the naughty cub's adventures in the porta potty. Eventually they both managed to get clean and tiredly walked back to thier tent to pick up a few of their belongings before heading out for the main part of the festival where all the stages were.
The 10-year-old felt like such a grownup because his dad didn't forcce him to wear the big earmufflers anymore, like the smaller kids that had been taken along to see the many rock and metal bands that played there, instead he had told him that small earbuds would suffice to protect his hearing, and Billy LOVED it! They went to see a more old-school rock band, that played melodious passages on three guitars, and every note was pure and loud, almost sounding like the records they had listened to at home.
He did cringe a little when his dad forced him to attend one of his favorite bands, the genre was called "grindcore" and to Billy's ears it was simply noise. That was when he reconsidered the joys of being able to listen better and louder!
A few more bands and they ended off their day, Brian being tired and hungover, so not really drinking much, instead opting for sodas and a couple of solid meals, despite his stomach being filled to the brim with his own waste, cubscat and sordid assortment of piss.
The whole time he was burping awfully, often taking the chance to blow the fetid air directly into the cubs face, pretended to be sorting out his hair or adjusting his jacket to cover for getting close to the cub's face. Everytime Billy would gag and sputter, yet his red rocket would poke out its sheath without fail again and again. Brian enjoyed keeping the cub on edge like that, his own libido fully sated for the day, but it never hurt to make his son walk around with a cubchubster, making him more needy for when they had time to play again. 
As the day went to a close, they were headed back to their tent (or camp as Brian called it, which didn't make much sense to Billy). The older fox was tap-tapping away on his phone and smiling broadly.
"Tomorrow is gonna be a fun day, Billy, we are gonna meet some old friends of mine I shared dorms with back when I was in college!" Brian said.
The cub groaned a bit, whenever his dad met up with friends it was always to talk about cars or work. B-O-R-I-N-G stuff, and it meant he didn't get as much attention as he was used to.
Brian snickered, stooped down and grabbed his shoulders: "it's gonna be really fun, I promise you, these guys.." he paused, one of the many burps of the day producing a toxic cloud right into the cub's face, "sorry kid! Anyways, those guys are great fun, we errr... Experimented a lot back then, you know, like we two do!" He beamed happily, reminicing about the good old days, his breathing quickening a bit and his sheath getting tight, he stared hungrily into Billy's eyes. "One of them has two cubs that he plays with just like you and me, and the other two guys are also into that idea, and the fact that they are all here at once means that YOU get to play with all of us!"
Anticipated boredom gave way to excitement as Billy devoured every word, getting more and more interested until the final bit.
"Really dad, I gotta play around with you, and three other guys AND two other cubs??"
"Sorry kiddo," Brian said, "the cubs aren't here, it was kinda special that Jack could come anyways, he's flown in all the way from Japan. But hey, there's still gonna be FOUR of us to play around with!"
With that Billy's ears perked up and he smiled happily, "That's sounds like so much fun, dad, I can't wait for tomorrow!"
"Neither can I, boy, neither can I...."
As soon as they had gotten back to the tent and zipped up the entrance, Billy had been groping his dad, but the tired man batted his paws away with a "Save you strength for tomorrow, I know for sure I need to."
Despite being somewhat horny, the cub was also quite tired out after their long adventure, and once he was in his sleeping bag he fell asleep within minutes.

The morning after, Billy awoke to a tickle attack on his tummy, his eyes were blacked out and he thought that it was still late at night, until he felt fur tickling his face, and the musky aroma of his dad's butthole on his nose. He squirmed with laughter and tried to batter Brian's paws away, but both his arms were stuck under his dady's legs. He trashed and kicked about as the tickling continued, but his legs were still inside the sleeping bag, and he just managed to awkwardly kick up upwards like a floundering fish, all the while his dad kept tickling his tummy, his groin, his sides and then back to the groin again, a bit of his thighs were left exposed and now the innerside of each thigh was being tickled.
"Dad no, stop! I'm gonna, I'm gon-" with that the tickling produced the reaction he was trying to warn about, and a spurt of piss came out, the spray powerful enough to splash Brian's chest before running down over the cub.
The older man quickly leaned down and took his cub's sheath fully in his mouth, accepting the next powerful spurt with a quited gag as it sprayed his uvula. He stopped tickling and the sprays became a stream of musky flavourful morning cubpiss. He gulped down with pleasure as his member hardened in its sheath.
Billy sighed with relief as the tickling stopped, and his suddenly noticeable full bladder was emptying directly into his father's maw. His mind was clearing from the tickle attack, and the smell of adult assmusk directly into his nose caused him to begin lapping at his dad's hole, giving him a nice morning rimjob. 
Brian hummed with pleasure as his red fox-cock started showing itself out of his sheath, beginning to fully harden, the hot cub piss flowing into his stomack thrilling him to no end, he murred with satisfaction as the stream died down and he had more time to savour the salty taste, eventually lapping and cleaning the sheath from the inside as it stopped completely, getting out all the juicy cub musk that had gathered since their shower yesterday. Jumping around and headbanging really produced a lot of sweat, and a night in their hot and humid tent further amplified the taste.
Billy had a similar experience, as his dad's musky hole was able to set his tastebuds and sense of smell into a horny overdrive, the lapping inside his sheath combined with this made his little red-rocket quickly stand to attention, pushing out Brian's tongue. He deep-throated the now fully-hard cub cock all the way down to its knot, milking a few drops of pre from it by munching down with his lips and tugging his muzzle away from the turgid organ.
With an audible slurp he let it go, flopping down on Billy's stomach and matting the red fur with saliva and more spatters of precum.
"How did like that, kid?" Brian asked with malicious playfulness, "getting woken up so roughly?"
The cub made a sound of dissapointment, first as his cock was released from his dad's hot maw, and then as the musky butt was lifted from his face. Brian looked down at him with a glimt in his eyes, his own cock fully formed, with the knot still hidden inside the sheath.
"Get up, kid, we are going over to see my friends."

After a bit of time calming down their throbbing members and getting dressed, they made their way out in the morning sun across the camping grounds.
"So, Jack is like a big honcho at one of the big 5, so he could afford one of the VIP dwellings over near the stages, it's really cool," Brian told, "the dwellings look like very big versions of the finger horns we throw at the concerts all the time."
"Oh yeah," Billy exclaimed, "I saw those yesterday, I thought they were just for decoration!"
"No, they are actually basically hotels, with rooms, bathrooms and even a large main room, just you wait and see.." With that Brian took up his phone and a second later spoke into it, "Hiiiiiiiiiiiii Jackie, we're up and about and almost at the entrance to the VIP zone, you gonna come out and get us?"
Sure enough, when they made their way to the entrance to the VIP zone, guarded by two bored-looking volunteers, one of them an obviously quite hungover Lion with heavily lidded eyes, Jack was there to welcome them and give them a couple of special armbands, exclaiming "Hola mi amigos, it's been too long Brian! And this must be Billy? Bueno bueno," shaking his paw with gusto, a big smile plastered on his face,"come with me now, we are all positively bursting with excitement of seeing you, among other things.."
Billy took in the sight of his daddy's old friend: Jack was a bull with pristine jet-black fur, wide-shouldered and half a head taller than his dad's 6 feet. Unlike most bulls, he wasn't stocky, his wide frame accentuated with a V-shaped torso and athletically muscular arms. This was obviously a man who took care of himself and had sculpted his body in the gym to look more natural rather than bulky and beefed up like most with his bodytype would go for. All in all in made him very handsome in Billy's eyes, it was all accentuated by some loose khakis and tight-fitting band t-shirt with jagged writing and what was supposed to look like bloodstains.
"I see you've ditched the suit," Brian commented with a taunting smile
"Yeah my man, this is my vacation comprendé? No suits, no calls, no mails, just me and my bros hanging out and listening to loud and awful music, just like old times right?" He smiled broadly, the most perfect white teeth Billy had ever seen shone at that beaming smile.
The VIP village obviously catered to its guests, no downtrodden grass here, everything was covered in rubber plates that wouldn't get muddy in case of rain, they passed a cocktail bar, a massage-chair tent and a foodstall selling french specialties, Billy's sensitive nose picked out both boiled onions and the sweet smell of crepés.
Then they came to the horned paw residences, they looked huge up close, the two digits that pointed upwards were easily 20 feet in the air, the lower part was more circular, the cross-thumb and other two digits looked like a cohosive mass with painted-on cladding to make it look closer to real life, especially from a distance.
"Woooow, coool!" Billy exclaimed, and his dad ruffled his hair. "Yeah Jackie, you sure know how to treat yourself, and your friends!" 
The bull laughed and ushered them inside his dwelling, the door situated opposite the thumb of the structure, "mi casa, su casa!"
They walked straight into the central room, to their left was a circular staircase leading to one of the towers, then a small kitchen area, and then another staircase. Billy's eyes took in the circular room and noticed another door to their right, presumably the bathroom. In the center was a big, luxurious-looking leather couch with three lenghts on it, almost going all the way to the back wall from where they were standing, and a wooden low table in the middle of it.
Resting on the couch were Brian's other old college friends, both with their heads against the back and feet pointing towards the central length of the couch, they both propped themselves up as the two foxes walked in. The guy in the left couch was a rooster, pristinely white, but with quite ruffled feathers, bright red plume on top of his head. He squinted with tiredness at them before turning a broad friendly smile.
The man in the right couch was an impressive specimen, a fairly chubby panda, filling out the entire length of the couchside he was lying on, as soon as he saw the foxes he scrambled up with surprising adroitness, jumped over the couch and crushed Brian into a big bear hug.
"Brian, oh god it's so good to see you! How have you been? No no, keep the hug, keep the hug," he said as the fox audibly was having the wind forced out of his body by the huge bear, hardly able to hug back under the pressure. Billy could now see he towered over them all, almost a head taller than Jack the bull, and quite chubby to boot, he really filled out the room. The hug went on for an agonizing long while before the rooster came up and clapped the panda on the back
"Anders, Anders! Give him some air, mon ami," the rooster said.
"Oh  yeah, oh yeah, guess I got a bit carried away, Robért," the panda pushed away Brian with a firm grasp on each shoulder, the fox gasping for air, "my friend, it's just soo good to see you again," he let go and clapped him friendly and forcefully on the shoulder, forcing the wincing fox to take a step to the side.
"Yeah, it's good *cough* to see you again as well, Anders," Brian said with a rueful smile, knowing the rough treatment was due to his old friend's excitement, his overly friendly nature always an endearing quality to him.
"Mon cheri!" the rooster Robért stepped forward with an outstreched wingpaw, grasping the fox's with the curteousness he could always expect of the well-raised avian, before letting him go and grasping his shoulders, planting a kiss on each of his furred cheeks, ending with a gentle peck directly on his snout.
"And who is this?" Anders boomed, looking down at Billy, and suddenly the cub was the center of attention as all four men were looking down at him. He blushed with shyness before piping up: "My name's Billy."
"Hóla Billy!" "Hello Billy" "Hi Billy!"
The three strangers crowded in front of him, shaking his paw, clapping his shoulder, ruffling his headfur. Suddenly the fox cub was aware of the state of undress of Anders and Robért, casually clad in black band t-shirts and boxerbriefs and nothing else. The smell of unwashed musk was getting to his head, and he noticed what looked like a white stain on the panda's underwear. The three men were over their greetings yet their paws were still ruffling his hair, gently rubbing his shoulders, Robért to his right lifted the cub's right arm and let his wingpaw stroke from armpit to his pawpads, gently rubbing each bean gently and pressing inbetween. Brian stood behind Billy now, kinda amazed how quickly their greetings had gone from friendly to lewd, as he noticed how Anders in the middle was using both paws to gentle squeeze and tug, squeeze and tug the cub's ears. The well-shaped bull to the left was crouched down and nuzzled the cub with his big, black snout from his neck down his sides, his large paws roaming all over the kid's stomach and lower back.
Billy was just as surprised as his dad at the sudden turn of events, but enjoyed being the center of attention, the overwhelming mass of the three men crowding in on him and their combined musk was setting his neurons to firing, his fur was tingling from the petting he was recieving all over his body, and that stained piece of panda-underwear in front of him kept his eyes fixated. Anders noticed, and gently tugged the cub's ears towards him, bringing Billy's head to rest on his chubby, white and black furred stomach, his snout pressing into his crotch.
The men held their breaths as they listened to the cub take a long and needy sniff, before rapidly sniff-sniffing some more before he began to lap at the outside of the Panda's boxers, a taste of stale semen depositing on his tongue. 
"Man you weren't kidding, Brian," Anders said, "he takes right after you."
Billy murred with pleasure from his taste-receptors getting this treat, and then squeaked as Jack's two paws simultaniously squeezed his package and pushed a finger as far into his asscrack as was possible through his shorts.
Anders now had one paw behind Billy's head, forcibly pushing him against his growing erection, murring as the sensation of the cub's tongue caressing it through his boxers, meanwhile Robért had taken his paw into his beak, slathering it with spit, his dextrous avian tongue travelling all over it, exploring every crevice of the pawpads, the cub feeling ticklish and pleasured from it at the same time. he squeaked again as his shorts and underwear were unceremoniously pulled down, his growing erection immidiately grabbed by the bull, while a second later, a spit-covered digit was pushed between his buttcheeks and started rubbing pleasureable circles around his sphincter.
"Awwww, unfair!" Brian complained, his own erection tenting his shorts at the lewd sights in front of him. Robért looked up almost guiltily from his paw-nomming and let it go with a slurp, letting Billy's arm fall to the side as the cub barely registered his saliva-slickened paw being released due to the sensory overload of being mastrubated, having his butt toyed with and lapping at the increasingly massive cock locked just behind the panda's boxers.
The white rooster made his way over to Brian. "mon cheri, it's been far too long," he said before they embraced like lovers, instantly french kissing, the broad canine tongue dancing around the longer and more slender avian one. 
Billy hardly noticed the absence of the bird, as the grip on his head was released and Anders pulled down his boxers. The turgid mass of flesh contained within was dragged down and then sprung up, lewdly smacking the cub on his chin before standing to attention in front of him. The cock was MASSIVE, humanoid in shape, with the foreskin going almost to the tip despite it's obvious and spasming rigidity, more than ten inches long, and in Billy's eyes as thick as a beercan. 
The cub was shivering with lust, anticipation and excitement as he brought his paws up to grasp the panda's erection, the man wincing at the feel of his spit-cooled right paw, then moaning as the cub increased his grip and ever-so-slowly pulled back his foreskin.
The smell of the now fully-revealed cockhead was nothing less than mind-numbingly divine. 
Billy was salivating as he huffed in the unwashed musk, before he bore down with his maw and took the head into his drooling muzzle, the taste of salt and slimy, old cum assaulted his taste-buds as he began to bob his head in circles side-to-side, his tongue lapping around the cockhead from all directions as he did his very best to get as much as the musk directly onto it. The cub had never played with a humanoid cock before, only seen them in pornos together with his dad, and the way the foreskin had trapped the smells and scents of unwashed cock was very distinct from what he was used to. He didn't quite dare think the thought, but he enjoyed it even more than his dad's. Billy whined and murred with horny need as he serviced the cockhead like it owned him, his erection throbbing madly and spewing precum as the bull to his side kept mastrubating him slowly, alternating behind gentle strokes and firm tugs behind his knot. Jack's other paw was slathered in spit yet again, and he pressed the black digit harder up the cub's backside, eventually pushing inside the sphincter, the boy moaning even louder and intensifying his worship of the panda's cockhead.
Anders had been content to let the cub do his own thing, simply pinching his own nipples as his cock was serviced with pornstar-like proficiency, but the stimulation was getting a bit too much for him, and he yet again took a hold of the cub's head, forcing his maw as far down his length as possible in one powerful pull. Billy sputtered and gagged as the massive organ was thrust down his throat, making it bulge, before Anders pulled him back and repeated the proces again and again. The cub's eyes teared up and his throat squelshed as it was forcefully pushed wide, yet despite opening his maw as wide as possible and trying to take it in like he could so easily take his daddy's, the panda's hard cock was simply to large to fit. Despite pulling somewhat harshly at the cub's head, Anders could feel the restriction and was huffing with mild annoyance as only half his length was capable of entering the cub's mouth at once.
Jack was entranced by the sight of his friend's massive dick entering the small cub's throat, watching as it bulged again and again, the lewd sight of his friend's kid getting his face mounted by the biggest cock he knew made his own erection strain mightily against his khakis, his paws still busy playing with the youthful canine erection and tight sphincter. He absentmindedly pulled out his digit and sucked on it for more lubrication, when his taste-buds met a slimy and foul-tasting mass, the bull murred in appreciation at his first taste of Billy's cub scat. He cleaned off his finger and stuck it right back in, pulled it out immidiately and got another taste, the nasty aroma wafting up to the panda's nostrils.
"Smells like someone's sampling their breakfast," he commented lewdly, still facefucking the cub
"Yeah, it's as nasty as you would expect from Brian's progeny," Jack commented humerously, "tastes like three-times devoured scat, boy must be living off it!"
"A shame he doesn't eat cock as well as shit then, ain't that right boy?" Anders said
Billy just GLK!'d and gagged as the massive member was stretching his throat out again and again, snot and spit streaming from his maw and nose, teary eyes looking for mercy at the towering, chubby man riding his muzzle. Not able to explain that his last couple of meals had been festival fast food, and that his daddy's waste was actually in Brian's bowels.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Anders said, and released his grip, the cub almost recoiling from his member, coughing up slime and spit, barely able to taste the sweet precum that had been coating the inside of his mouth. Instantly Jack used his right paw to turn Billy's face against his own, his left still playing with his cub-dick, and met his muzzle in a deep french-kiss. The Panda took in the sight of his well-built friend alternating from french-kissing to licking around and under the muzzle, slurping in the cub's spit and throatslime and visibly pushing it into the cub's mouth again, their loud and lewd kissing kept his cock hard as steel as he slowly tugged his slime-covered cock, enjoying the sight.
Behind Billy, the make-out session between Brian and Robért was getting quite hot and bothered. Their tongues hadn't left each other for one second after their mouths joined, and they had managed to undress what covered their nethers and were groaning into each other's mouths as each had the other's member in his furry or feathery paw. The fox had clearly taken the lead, one paw sneaked behind the bottom of the rooster and gently sinking a finger in, the other mastrubating the slender, somewhat curved bird-dick. Robért kept his focus solely on the canine member in front of him, currently cupping the turgid knot with both wingpaws, gently coaxing out spray after spray of canine precum. It seemed like their old infaturation back in college was back in full swing, the two of them blushing and moaning into each other's mouths, their tongues playing the dance of youthful lust as if they were both 20 again. Brian was the first to break the kiss, staring huskily at his avian one-time lover, before looking over to the trio. He exhaled deeply and his eyes danced at the sight of his used boy, with slime all over his muzzle, getting cleaned up by his old friend. He lifted his gaze to the monstrosity between Anders' legs, almost feeling sorry for having missed it spearing his son's throat. Brian looked back at Robért and gave him a peck on his beak before stepping over to his son.
"How about we get this party really started?" he said, pulling off his t-shirt.
The rest of the group murmured in agreement and rapidly shed their clothes, Billy's t-shirt slathered in spit and cockslime, Brian's and Robért's t-shirts stained with their precum on the front from rubbing against each other, all discarded on the floor. 
The cub looked appreciatively at the black bull's hard length, a bit longer than his dad's 8 inches, and a bit thicker, smooth shaft going from thick to thin at the point, but nowhere near the size of the Panda. Robért's cock was a bit of an exotic addition to the mix of hard cocks around, the most slender of the bunch, with a funny curve that looked like it would be hard to deepthroat unless he was on his back.
Now their clothes were off, the musk was really getting to his nose, despite it being covered in the groin-sweat of the chubby panda, the guys had all opted out of showering today, even Jack who looked so well-groomed had obvious slime-stains of his throbbing length.
"So how do you wanna do this, guys?" Brian asked. "Meal first, or drink?"
Robért stepped up, idly brushing his wing-paw intimately down the older fox's back, "I think maybe a bit of both, after all, with what a big meal he's gonna get, he'll need to stay hydrated for it," he said, and the others chuckled in agreement, even little Billy nodded his head at this.
The rooster looked back at Brian, "Yesterday we had a bit of a cookout, each of us serving a specialty to one other," he grinned down at Billy, "You are gonna get what I would call a continental breakfast!" with those words, the fox cub's stomach actually growled, the most important meal of the day still lacking in his stomach, the men around chortled in mirth, erections bobbing to the laughter. Billy blushed a little, but steeled himself and took a step towards the white rooster, sniffing the musk of his avian cock. 
"Do you poop all white splatter, just like the ferals do?" he asked, with some apprehension
"No, not at all, antho birds' digestive system works the same as antho foxes, or pandas, or even bulls, feral birds have clocoas for that "white splatter", but we anthros pee and poop just lke you do." Robért explained patiently.
With that the cub's ears perked up and he stepped closer, taking in the bird's strange cock in his muzzle until he gagged from the wierd shape and pulled back again, "Then I'd like to taste yours first!"
The rooster murred and happily obliged, quickly turning around and squatting down a little, his stomach quite full from the meals yesterday, and eager for release. Billy kneeled down, the cub's muzzle was instantly between his cheecks, small paws spreading his feathered buttock to the sides so he could lap at the pucker between.
"Ohh, you're really good at that, mon petit," Robért murmered, as the eager cub's tongue was slathering his asshole and probing inside. The rooster looked back and said, "Anders made a wonderful macaroni and cheese dish yesterday, haven't had anything like it since we studied together, so greasy, so filling, uhmmmm," with that a long fart came out, blasting the cub with the stench of processed cheese and fast carbs. He didn't get time to savour it as his first meal of the day immidiately began oozing out, a slimy snake of light brown colour and soft texture, easily swallowed if need be, but the cub opted for mushing it around in his mouth first, every crevice of it being stained with it. The taste was somewhat mellow, the gas harsher than the actual poop, and he chomped it down happily, swallow after swallow making its way down his gullet until his mouth was empty.
"Fuck that's hot," Jack said, and moved closer, kneeling down behind the cub so he could see the action up close, his black bullcock sqeeuzing against Billy's backside, as his paws reached around to caress his bellyfur and stoke his spasming cubdick.
"Agreed!" Brian and Anders said in unison, locking eyes in mirth at the simultanious exclamation, before they too stepped closer, the panda also kneeling down at the cub, ruffling his headfur somewhat roughly and pushing the kid harder agains't the rooster's backside, and Brian moving to the front of the straining avian, kneeling down and taking his cock in his maw, enjoying a couple of spurts of piss that came out as he was emptying his bowels.
Robért huffed as he bore down again, his shit coming out easily down, soft and slimy scat that quickly filled up the cub's muzzle to overfilling. Billy sputtered a bit, almost gagging from the mass of the otherwise extremely tasty scat, and he felt Jack's paw firmly tugging his knot as he struggled to eat down the hot mess. Swallow after swallow after swallow and then he was done with his present mouthful, chest heaving and senses buzzing from the naughtiness of it all, intimately aware of the two large men crowding him in, the bull's cock pressed hotly against his backside, the firm grip on his head forcing his muzzle up agains't the feathered ass. The Panda to his side made a long and blubbery fart and groaned a little.
Anders shifted around and reached out with his other paw, gripping the cub's muzzle at the hinge, forcefully, but gently prying it open to reveal its brown-coloured interior.
"Kid, I really need to go, so we need to speed things up a bit. Think you can swallow it directly now?" the panda said, with some urgency.
With his muzzle held in that grip, the cub could only rotate his eyes and made a small nod and a hm-mmm noise.
"Oh god, mon cheri, having you suck me off while shitting down your son's throat, this is such a treat," Robért said, and the others became aware of the loud slurping sounds in front of them.
Brian took a pause from servicing the curved dick and licked around the tip and said, "You have no idea how hot I think this is, but I don't think you need to hold back, he's a voracious eater!" and then he bobbed right down the shaft, lewd slurping and gagging sounds from his muzzle as he serviced his old lover. The rooster took this as a cue to take the fox's words to heart and started forcefully pushing out the rest of the waste in his bowels.
Billy, with his mouth pried open, could only groan in anticipation as the asshole in front of him winked, the white feathers around it stained brown, and a soft snake came oozing the orifice. Not being able to do much more than swish the scat around a bit with his tongue, he was forced to swallow what he was being fed in a constant set of gulps. The poor cub was practically trembling with horniness as his cock was being expertly handled by the bull, who gave the knot a firm squeeze everytime he swallowed, somewhat helping him keep up in a good rhytm.
"That's a good foxy boy," Jack said seductively, "feel nice to eat poopies?"
The added babytalk made the cub feel somewhat humiliated, but his dicklet spasmed at the words, his arousal nearing it's peak and he swallowed faster and faster, the long slimy snake seemingly endless, the squeezes on his knot following suit and he was riding an endorphine high getting nearly to the point of cumming. And then a sputtery fart rang out, painting his fur a few spatters of shit and it was all over.
Jack instantly removed his paw and the little cubdick bobbed and spasmed, precum spraying out and small drop of pearly white jizz appearing at the tip. Billy mewled at the sudden loss of stimulation, his own paw quickly reaching to finish himself off, but Anders gripped it firmly and pulled it away, "Oh no, puppies don't get to cum until they've had their entire breakfast!"
The cub huffed in annoyance, and then yelped as he was pulled backwards, the tight muscles of the bull's stomach and chest cushoning his fall. He looked back, and his muzzle was instantly assaulted by Jack's tongue, which lapped around his face where a few spatters of shit was deposited before drawing him into a deep french kiss, both of them craning their necks. 
"Mmmm, Anders, it's a shame I didn't taste this yesterday, mac and cheese estoy bien!"
The Panda chuckled a bit, and went over, turned away from their heads, and got on his knees before scooting back, eclipsing the light from the bull's eyes, the musk from his groin getting into his nose. He settled further back until his ass was directly over the cub's eager muzzle, his beercan-wide cock flopping down on the face of the bull, who started to lick the precum off its head.
"Oh, mon cheri, oh OH, mon-" the rooster groaned in pleasure as his curved dick spasmed with his orgasm, the fox sucking and now fingerblasting his dirty asshole, sending jets of cum deep down Brian's throat, louds slurps and swallows and the occasional gag emitting from his muzzle. He pulled back with a smile, gave the spent dick a couple of good tugs , and wiped off a bead of cum, sticking his brownstained finger in his mouth and sucking it off. He got off his knees with a slight groan, and looked over at his boy being sandwiched between the two big men, his hard dick throbbing with anticipation.
Billy felt his legs being pulled up by the bull, who slided the cub down until his asscheeks was snuggling his thick erection, the precum-slathered head gliding deeper until it reached the cub's asshole, and the same time, Anders was shifting around so his ass got the best angle for unloading. He looked down at the Bull licking his cockhead, neck cranked a bit, and not able to take in it all. 
"Was a nice meal you cooked for me yesterday, my adoptive parents never dabbled in asian cuisine and I haven't had such a good, homecooked meal in ages," the Panda said.
Jack grinned up at him. "Well, you learn a thing or two when you spend the better part of a decade in a foreign country."
Anders looked over to Brian. "I hope your cub likes it spicy," he said omniously, before settling his significant weight down on Billy's muzzle, the pressure transferring through his skull and pressing into the bull's diagaphram.
"Yo, esé, you need to back up a bit," the bull wheezed, as the cub between them was making struggling sounds.
"Sorry dude," the panda said, lifting his weight off a bit, gasps from the cub coming out as he was able to breathe again.
"Yeah, Anders," Brian said, the rooster on his knees in front of him, sucking him off, he winked at the panda"don't choke him with your ass when you can choke him with your shit."
"Sure thing, sure thing," the panda groaned as his flatulence boomed out in the room, the cub gagging and coughing as the ripe smell of second-hand Oriental cooking filled the room.
Billy had tears in his eyes from the harsh smell, but nonetheless began lapping at the panda's musky pucker, the ursine sweat fighting and winning against the taste of rooster scat in his brown-stained mouth. He could feel the gentle prodding of Jack's thick bullcock, the tapered end slowly making its way into him as he was gently rocking his body back and forth. He reached for his dicklet, but again the damned panda intervened, pushing each of his paws against his thick thighs and keeping them there. Pinned and held in both arms and legs, the cub couldn't do anything but submit to whatever the big men wanted to do to him.
The thrill of it all made his cubdick spasm and spray pre all the way to the panda's back. Then he groaned in pleasure as the bull pulled a little harder, inserting his cock to a much thicker point, stretching him out almost painfully, before it pulled back and started a steady rhytm, making it hard to lap at the hole on top of his face.
"Keep that mouth steady, boy, it's coming now," Anders warned.
With another expulsion of air and then a muffled poofing sound, a thick turd began pouring out, the cub having to forcefully chew and munch to get it to fit in his mouth. The panda lifting his butt up a little on instinct to give the cub room to handle the mass. An aroma of spices, garlic and ginger mixed with shit making it into the air.
Billy was lost in sensations as his ass was getting slowly pumped by the thick bullcock and his muzzle was filled to the brim with extremely flavourful scat. He could taste a myriad of textures and tastes from the panda's past meal, pungent garlic and ginger overtones clouding his sense of taste, hard and soft digested bits mushing around in his mouth as he tried valiantly to chew it up to a more swallowable substance. A wet explosion of sweetness mingled in his mouth as his molars crushed a piece of undigested pepper, annoying and strong-tasting fibers of ginger getting stuck in his canines, all the while his prostate was getting massaged again and again by Jack's turgid cock.
He groaned and moaned as he gradually turned the shit into muck and started swallowing the strong-tasting slop, depositing the exotic meal into his stomach to mix with the rooster's.
Anders bore down again, and another thick log dropped into Billy's eager maw. He started chomping as best as he could, but the fibrous mass was starting to give him problems, and he dry-heaved a couple of times when he tried to swallow.
"Ngh! Anders, mi hermano, I can feel the kid struggling on my cock," Jack said, as the heaves caused the fox cub to tighten up, "give him a drink, eh, help him wash it down," the bull was looking up crosseyed at the panda's thick cock, just out of reach of his muzzle, as he kept rocking the cub up and down his own dick.
The panda nodded and pondorously shifted his weight forwards, and pushed his heavy body off the ground, turning around and trying, in vain, to angle his erection downwards.
Brian was enjoying the skillfull blowjob he was getting from the rooster, but he was half-distracted by the sights in front of him. As he noticed his son starting to struggle, he gently tugged at the white-feathered avian's headcrest, "Robért, I think Billy needs a drink."
The rooster looked disheartened as he had to take his beak off the glistening canine cock, his long tongue dextrously snaked two times around the shaft as he broke off his blowjob, but he lightened up when he saw the scene before him, the cub with a mass of scat in his mouth, the slow pulls and gyrations of the bull who was assfucking the kid, his own flaccid cock had retrated into his body, but now came out slightly. He stepped over to Billy, pushing the panda who was still struggling with his erection aside.
"Ahh, mon petit, I have a drink for you," and with that he aimed his dick downwards and started pissing. The stream was a bit irregular as he had just come, so it ended up all over Billy's and Jack's torsos, before he managed to control it and make it land directly on the fat turd sticking out the cub's muzzle.
This was what Billy had needed, with the acrid piss adding moisture, he could far more easily chew apart the mess in his mouth. The salty stream gave another layer of complexity to the second-hand dinner he had been served, numerous tastes mingling in his mouth as piss and shit mingled and he could begin to swallow it down in small gulps. With his paws free from the panda's clutches, he once again reached for his spasming cub dick, the little member utterly red and engorged, his balls painfully pulling up with the need for release as his prostate was stimulated more and more intensely combined with messy action going on in his mouth. But Jack was having none of it, he let go of the pup's legs and grabbed his paws by the wrists in a crossgrip, holding Billy tight into his stomach.
"Keep those legs up!" he barked, the dominating persona he donned in worklife creeping through, and the mewling cub complied, keeping his hips bent and the bull now had additional leverage and forced his cock in to the hilt with a groan and a whimper from the boy. Jack's black cock was now fully covered in brown mess as he started hammering it into the tight hole of the fox cub, the shit acting as additional lube that kept the fucking from being painful to simply being very, very intense. The cub whimpering as his prostate was being hammered from the rapid-fire fucking, the last bits of scat leaving his mouth and entering his stomach, which was beginning to get somewhat queasy from the heavy loads in it and the heavy fucking he was recieving.
"Forget about me, boy?" the panda asked, as he stepped in over them and squatted down slightly, before his asshole opened up again and another thick turd started crowning his sphincter, Brian and Robért absently tugging their dicks as the sight was mesmerizing them.
Being held down as he was, Billy couldn't do anything other than opening his mouth and hope he catched it as it fell. The large mess kept pushing out, and he could finally see what had been entering his mouth, the turd had a yellowish brown colour to it, and a lot of texture with deep folds, as well as red, green a bright yellow specks of undigested food matter. It feel down the short distance between the panda's ass and the cub's muzzle and squarely into Billy's mouth, the dropping turd ramming his throat like a cock, travelling deep into his throat before he gagged it up again with several contractions of his throat.
"Fuuuuuuck that squeezed my dick nice!" the bull exclaimed, his pistoning cock getting massaged by the siezures going through the cub's body.
Anders turned himself around, and aimed his now mostly-flaccid dick at the cub's face, correctly guessing he would need some more assistance.
Billy's senses were hitting overdrive levels not felt before, as his backside was speared by that thick bullcock and the exotic waste yet again being munched around in his mouth, his dicklet was spewing stream after stream of pre as it rocked and wobbled about from the intense assfucking. He looked at the panda's huge cock, just as impressive flaccid, as he pulled back his foreskin and aimed a steady and powerful stream of piss.
"Hope you enjoy the taste, cub, unlike the others I haven't had my morning piss yet!"
Billy mewled with horny naughtiness as the extremely salty and pungent piss started filling his muzzle, the stream was powerful enough to break apart the thick turd lodged there without him having to do anything, other than just swallow what liquid got to the back of throat. 
Jack locked eyes with the panda as he kept jamming his rod up the cub's backside, his grip getting harder and harder and squeezing the boy even tighter as he picked up speed, he gave Anders a couple of suggestive wiggles of his eyebrows, and the panda complied and sent a part of his stream down in the bull's eager mouth, who groaned in delight at the bitter taste, the sordid act of swallowing his friend's piss finally pushing him over the edge and his cock erupted with semen inside the tight asshole as he shuddered and thrust harder than before a couple dozen times, each hard thrust driving the air from Billy as he struggled with the scat in his mouth. 
Anders redirected his piss stream, which seemed endless, back into the cub's mouth, and it sloshed around with the scat as the cub was roughly thrust into by his orgasming friend, rivulets of brown and yellow splashing out and running down his face and staining the pristine black fur of the bull below him. As Jack's orgasm died down, Billy could again focus on finishing the wet, salty, spicy mess in his muzzle, gulping down again and again as all the waste was softened, then emulsified by the pandas piss, before ending up in his stomach with a hot warmth, that competed the sensation of his bowels being filled with bullspunk. The stream of piss was relentless though, and Jack murred in delight as the cub kept swallowing down mouthful after mouthful of strong panda-piss, occasionally coughing and milking the bull further, until Anders' bladder finally ran dry, stopping the pour of yellow liquid all at once.
"Ay ay ay, mi hermano, I haven't had this good a fuck since your daddy," a panting Jack told Billy, as he released his death grip on his paws and used one of his own to turn the cub's head so he could kiss him on his dirty muzzle. The cub was panting with need for release after his ordeal, and his paw yet again dove down to grasp his erection, probaly only three tugs from bursting with semen, but he was stopped short by Anders who kneeled down and directed the cub's paw to his fat cock, already beginning to throb with anticipation.
"Tsk boy, forgot about me again? Since your throat couldn't take this bad boy, let's see if your ass is up to the task," the panda said.
Billy looked slightly panicked at the huge member, and then plaintively to his father, who was now recieving a dirty rimjob from a kneeling Robért, the rooster's long tongue diving deeply inside his asshole and digging out morsels of powerfully tasting scat. Brian's eyes were closed in pleasure for a moment, then locked with his son's eyes in a lustful glare.
"Don't worry Billy," he said, "you are already stretched out good, and he's only a little bit thicker than small horse-dildo we have at home," the perverted father having already trained his cub to take large dicks for a while. The boy nodded with trepidation as he shakily got to his legs, paw trembling as it reached out for the thick cock.
Anders surprised him by grabbing him by his armpits, the large panda's huge paws almost reaching all across his ribcage, with a huff he hoisted the cub up, catching him on his belly, and placing first one, then the other paw on his backside, spreading the cum-dripping, brown hole wide before lowering the foxcub down again towards his huge erection.
Billy gasped when the cockhead touched against his sphincter, the humanoid shape very distint from the feral dicks he had taken so far, the roundness spreading him open like a buttplug would and he sank down on the rigid mass with a whimper as it spread him open.
The panda took his time, letting gravity do the work, as the cub slid further down his cock. Brian walked over slowly, Robért crawling behind with his beak up his backside, loudly moaning and chewing his waste as he emptied himself slowly. The rooster's erection had returned to full mast and was dripping with pre as his old lover slowly shat into his mouth, his powerful avian tongue mushing the soft waste in a pulp before swallowing down the nasty shit with gags, retches and aroused moans. 
"Mon cheri, what did you have to EAT?" he asked, as the flavour and taste was as revolting as any he had ever tasted
"It's more like what my son had to eat and drink yesterday, horse piss, bunny piss, wolf piss, wolf scat and my own waste of course. Gently marinated in his stomach and then returned back to me when I got him cleaned up afterwards," Brian said with a naughty tone, the events from the day before still vivid in his mind, every texture and substance his cub had vomited into his mouth had been so incredibly distinct and arousing.
Jack and Anders moaned with disgust at what he said, Robért moaned with lust and got his beak back between his cheeks, and Billy groaned as gravity let another inch of that beercan cock into his rectum. Brian leaned forward and took his cub's length into his muzzle, pushing out another turd into Robért eager mouth, and gave the dicklet a couple of quick sucks, making Billy moan as he sank down another inch. Then the fox trailed his muzzle down, lapping at the cub's balls and then dove down towards his hole and that fat cock, licking up whatever morsel of cubscat and bullsemen he could find while the rooster was noisily devouring the scat coming out of his ass.
Jack stood to the side, his huffing had subsided, and his stomach now growled noisily, some pungent farts filling the air. Anders looked over to him and trembled with pleasure as that tight foxhole sunk another inch down.
"Let me get the boy over on table, you can shit in him there while I fuck him," the panda suggested, and started waddling around the couch, each step getting Billy further and further down that fat cock of his, the tightness around it making the chubby ursine huff with pleasure as he envisioned railing the warm hole properly. He lifted the cub off his dick and sat him down on the table, the delirous youngster instantly beginning to suck the scat-covered cock before being pushed down and having his legs lifted up, the panda wasting no time in inserting his hard rod into his ass again, plunging it in halfway to the hilt in one go.
Billy moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure at the sudden intrusion, and Jack was right there to plant his ass down from the other side of the table, the cub's moans blowing hot air up to his musky asshole. The cub started lapping at the hole as it was presented to him, and a pungent fart filled the air, causing him to gag and gasp as the panda sunk a couple inches deeper inside him at the same time.
Brian and Robért had climbed over the couch, and plopped themself down on the soft leather, enjoying the show in front of them, slowly massaging each others' hard dicks.
"Damn, and you said my shit smelled bad, what did you feed the poor guy," Brian said.
"ahh, mon ami, it's a special recipe from down south, red-wine cooked chicken with calamata olives, some garlic and some bacon. Nothing complicated, but it tastes divine," the rooster said.
"Damn right, esé, it tasted real fine, smells bad coming out though," Jack said as he strained and started pushing.
"Errr.. Olives?" Brian said.
Billy opened his mouth with a groan, as the thick panda-cock made it in deeper still, and watched with anticipation as the bull's black pucker winked and then pushed out a mouthful of sloppy red-brown scat that spattered over his muzzle and into his mouth. He moaned and then instantly gagged at the incredibly pungent flavour of red wine, the bitterness causing the hairs all over his body to stand up. Anders pulled out now, and the sensation kicked his horniness into another level of overdrive, and he instantly began chomping on the quasi-solid waste in his mouth, smaller wet lumps in it being mashed by his molars. 
Then he gagged. Then he gagged again. Then he heaved and spit out all the messy bullcrap that had been deposited in his mouth, spraying the couch and bull's legs with the runny slop.
"OLIVES!" he exclaimed, tears running from his eyes and almost hiccupping from it all, "I HATE olives" 
"I should have known this would happen," Brian groaned and stood up, quick to bend over licking away most of the scat on the outside of his cub's muzzle. Then he aimed his knotted cock at Billy's mouth, "here, boy, let me wash it down for you," with that he concentrated for a moment before he pissed directly into the cub's mouth, making sure to spray his canines and all over to wash it as clean as possible. 
Billy moaned at that, the welcome taste of his dad's bitter piss washing away the revolting taste of olives from his mouth, the saltiness mixing with the arguably interesting taste of red wine and depositing a reddish-yellow slurry down his gullet. 
With the crisis averted, Anders picked up speed again, going faster and faster and deeper and deeper, punishing that tight cubhole with his massive length and width.
Brian's stream of piss died down, and he inserted his cock directly into the cub's mouth, sinking in almost to the knot and pulling out again, moaning as his son instantly began sucking and licking it with gusto.
"Hey Jack, I don't mind olives, why don't you get up on the table and feed me while I cum down my son's throat," Brian said with a wink to the bull
"Sure thing, esé," Jack said and climbed the table, squatting down a little so his asshole could make contact with Brain's muzzle as he leaned forward over the table and fucked Billy's throat. The bull groaned and a load of sloppy mess entered the fox's mouth, the powerful taste almost overwhelming as he sloppily chewed and swallowed, the salty-sour pings of the taste of olives hitting his tastebuds again and again. Meanwhile the two cocks were rocking the cub back and forth as he was getting solidly pounded from both ends, the panda finally able to hilt the cub and pulling out all the way to the tip before plunging in with loud, wet smacks, the humanoid cockhead pulling out mound after mound of cubscat that dripped down on the floor.
Meanwhile, the cub's eager paws had been twarted again, this time by the rooster, who had been stroking him ever so softly with the overside of his feather covered wingpaw, the tickling stimulation frustrating Billy who was as near release as ever, but just needed that one final STROKE. Robért then climbed the table inbetween Jack and Anders, squatting down until that brightly red-coloured cubdick was up against his ass and then he pushed down.
Everyone could hear the sudden and loud moan from the cub as his dick finally got the attention it deserved, and it drove each man wild with lust.
Anders was now furiously ploughing the cubs ass, causing the cub's dick ram hard up in the rooster's ass with enough force to knotfuck him each time the panda hilted him.
Robért took the pounding with moans and groans and leaned forward, tasting the messy cubshit on the bull's thick cock, and expertly using his beak and long avian tongue to deepthroat the cock
Jack was moaning from the attention on his dick, which was just as hard as ever despite having just deposited a hot load into the cub's backside, while his stomach was empty and his asshole was getting a ferocious rimjob from the horny adult fox.
Brian's stomach was heavy with bullcrap and his tastebuds afire from the intense meal, and he hungrily devoured the tailhole in front of him, lapping up every single bit of waste, as he jabbed his cock all the way to the knot, down his son's throat at great speed.
Billy was gagging, moaning, salivating, spitting, moaning and murring as his two holes and his dick was used at the same time, huffing and puffing faster and faster as his orgasm hit him first.
Anders and Brian felt the constrictions in the cub's body and it milked their hard cocks to orgasm, riding out the pleasure as they heavily slammed their pelvises against the cubs ass and moth.
Robert felt the powerful twitching of the cub's dick as it unloaded itself inside him, the knotfucking having stimulated his prostate to near orgasm, and it got him over the edge hands-free, his avian cock spraying semen every time he bounced on the cub's groin, spreading his asshole open again and again, milking the cub of his seed, all the while throating the bull's thick cock.
Jack could hear and feel it all, and the fox and the rooster intesified their sucking and slurping on his ass and cock, bringing him to the edge and beyond, sprays of hot bullcum entering the beak of the rooster while Brian's tongue almost got trapped inside the sphincter as it contracted heavily with each pulse of his cum.
There was no telling when the orgasms ended, and pleasant afterglow sex began, the cub positively smothered by the four adult men, their weight and their smell and their noises and their cocks and their scat in his stomach. It was all simply too much, and as his softening dick slid out the rooster's ass he drifted off to an exhausted sleep.

The four guys lounged lazily in the couch, side by side, Anders and Jack to the sides with the legs up, each looking at the passed-out cub covered in spatters of brown, white and yellow, limp dicks slightly oozing cum still and the smell of musk and scat and piss and semen in the air.
"Mierda!" Jack exclaimed, and practically jumped off the couch, going up one of the circular staircases and returning to the big room again, a still wrapped-up item in his hands, presenting it to the other perplexed guys
The text read: XXX RUBBER SHEET 10X10
As it sank in, the men looked around the now dirty room, piss stains and shit spatters all over, a mound of cub-shit at the table, a spray of bullcrap on the couch.
They all groaned in unison.