WARNING: Contains cub, scat, watersports and other naughtiness, not for kids or the easily offended

The bathroom was warm, courtesy of the tilefloor heating which had been turned up today. The young cub's hindpaws felt nice on the tiles as he stood face-to-face with his father's erect cock. 
"Inhale sweetie," the father, a 6'3 tiger, said in a coersive tone. And the young lad's orange striped muzzle came close to the shaft, easily 3 times longer than the length of his hands, one of which was currently busy touching himself. The scent of his father's erect cock, slimy from several days of not taking a shower, was overwhelming: bittersweet piss and stale cum combined with sweat. The young boy's own erection, perhaps as long as the span of his frontpaw, gave a twitch as he inhaled deeply. They hadn't played like this for weeks and both of them were all pent up, the boy currently lost in bliss at the powerful pheromones he was subjected to, the father lost in lust at the sight of his son enjoying even this little foreplay so much. 
They were certainly made of the same cloth, with a tendency for perverse interests, and a love for toilet play. Father was amazed by how close they connected in their acts, amazed and aroused.
He bent down and with his strong hand pulled his son's head backwards so their lips could meet in a deep kiss. The kit murred and reached out with his tiny paw to grasp his father's balls, two low-hanging orbs a little smaller than golfballs. Now it was the father who groaned deep in his throat, the pleasure his son was giving him drove him to kiss deeper, his tongue going as far as possible into the little cub's mouth. He let go his sons hair and reached above and down his back, his large paw trailing the length of the spine before reaching the asscrack. Here a single digit extended to his son's pucker, somewhat swelled up, prodding it gently while maintaning their kiss, the young cub moaning ever so slightly into his mouth.
After a few minutes of this bliss, the father bent up again, their mouths disengaged with a loud slurp. The cub laughed a tinkly childrens' laughter and father chucled at the sound and their eyes connected merrily. The older fur looked down at his cock suggestively, a trail of precum running down the barbed shaft, coating it in even more slime. The kit inhaled deeply one more time, took a little step forward, and let his mouth engulf the first quarter of the cock.
The overwhelming taste of unwashed cock sent tingles of perverse pleasure through his young body and mind, his little cock twitching yet again as the combined taste of pre, urine and musk mixed with his saliva and filled his mouth, electrifying his taste-buds. The father and the son moaned in unison, their bodies connected and their minds filled with dirty horniness in the anticipation of things to come.
In this moment the cub leaned back, so only the very tip of the cock was inside his mouth, before plunging back in, taking in half its length while letting his tongue circle around the head. His father grunted in pleasure, his hands ruffling the young boy's hair and tugging gently at his ears. The little cocksucker grinned ever-so-slightly as he started a comfortable rhytm of letting his father's prick almost out of his mouth before taking half its length. One hand on the shaft to stabilize it and one hand on the balls, tugging them, twisting them gently, and pressing on them with his small fingers. All the while his nose and tastebuds were flooded with his father's taste, pure and primal, enticing and arousing, for the first time that day a small drop of precum escaped his small cock, forming a pearl. 
For the father this was heaven, his cock being serviced by such a skilful mouth, his balls were being treated just right, and the sight of his prepubescent son doing these wonderful things to him made him want to cum down his throat. He took hold of the cub's head and gripped the hair on the back of his head tightly, and pushed. The cock went three-quarters of its length in before it seemed to hit a barrier. Father let it rest there for a few seconds before pulling back, allowing his son to get used to the feeling. When he pushed in again, the horny cub had angled his neck just so, and opened his mouth as wide as possible, allowing the cock to go all the way to the hilt. Daddy grunted in pleasure, and the cub gurgled on cock, his body trying to expel the organ his mind so desperately craved. Once again the larger wolf let his cock rest, enjoying the feeling of his son's throat spasming around his cock, massaging it and coaxing out a squirt of precum. When he pulled back the cub had the chance for two massive heaves of air before the cock started gliding down and up his throat in a slow rhytm.
Pure pleasure blossomed in mind of the father, his cock totally enveloping itself in his son's throat again and again, more pre squirting out and pressuring the cub to his outmost. Almost dry-heaving several times he was, but these games had been played for years, and his throat and his mind accepted the not-so-foreign object as it plunged deep and testing his skills to the utmost. 
Before loosing it completely, the father pulled out, his cock spasming, sending another jet of pre over the nose and mouth of his cub, whose tongue darted out to send the salty liquid into his mouth. His small mouth curved upward in a smile as he tasted his father's seed, thin as it might be, and he stood there, looking up, with an almost pleading expression in his face. 
Looking down at his adorable cub, there was no doubt in his mind as to what he wanted, and his cock softened a fraction as he tried to relax. The young wolf was looking up with pure lust in his eyes now, avaiting with joy something most would have deemed disgusting.
A squirt of yellow liquid shot out, glancing off the left side of the face of the cub, almost hitting him in the eye, and provoking a rising eyebrow. Smirking slightly, the older wolf aimed a bit down and center and again relaxed his still-hard cock. A solid stream of stronly scented piss hit the cub straight on his nose, splashes richosheing off and sending a mist of urine all over the bathroom tiles. The father aimed around and about, soaking the cub from his head to his toes, the smell getting almost overpowering yet soo arousing. Now the cub was starting to pant, and his small cocklet was spasming with arousal as he opened his mouth provocatively. A split second later the horny dad was aiming straight at this son's throat, and the dark yellow liquid was spalsing against the insides of his mouth. 
The cub started to murr loudly, and his cock dribbled three drobs of pre, running down it's length and glistening in the light from the neon lamps. He almsot sputtered as well, with the large amount of liquid quickly overflowing his mouth, ticklling his uvula, and his mouth closed for a second as he gulped down what was sloshing around in his mouth, the stream sputtering off his lips as his thropat moved in tandem with the swallowing. He opened his mouth again, and now the daddy was swift to present his cock directly to the cubs mouth. 
The larger male tried to constrict his flow a bit, top allow the cub to swallow down it all, the stream seamingly having no end. The cub, sensing the stream coming closer, moved his head orwards, his lips touching the hot flesh of his father, and allowing the piss to be deposited directly onto his tongue, the taste slightly different now that he closed his lips around it and his sense of smell not so heaavily assaulted by the strong odour. His taste-buds were in overdrive though, and his tiny cocklet klept on spasming with naughty pleasure as his father relieved himself.- 
One gulp after another, the cub was emptying his fathers bladder directly into his stomach, all the while looking upwards with the most adorable horny face which met his fathers just as lustful gaze. As the stream died down, the cub could feel the large cock in his mouth slowly hardening up again, and he withdreqw his lips from it, letting it spew the last of it's yellow contents all over his face, haior and bodyfur, a small rivulet falling from his chin and landing exactly on his small cockhead, once again getting it to spasm with plasure. 
The long stream ended by slowly loosing pressure, some drops simply hitting the tiles, before the final spasm sent a strong jet against the lusty cub. He had anticipated this, and opened his mouth as wide as possible, catching the whole of it, moving his head forwards anmd tilting it upwards to make sure it all ended in his mouth. And there he stood, looking up into his fathers adorably relieved face, with his mouth open, the scent of male urine coming up from the pool in his mouth, yet to be swallowed. 
The father kneeled down then, his eyes never leaving the cub's, and he ferociously locked his lips with the cub. The taste of himself was arousing in it's naughtiness, as the cub tilted forwards, and the small pool of urine travelled into his mouth. Their tungies entertwined amidts this tiny lake of piss and they kissed passionately, every so often swallowing a bit of urine, until there was nothing left except the acrid taste of musk being pushed around between their mouths.
Still kneeling, the dad let his hands rummage all over the cub's body, one going behind his back and with a finger caresssing the swollen pucker, witht the other slowly mastrubating the small cockelet, all the while keepinjg his moth locked to his son's. 
The young cub panted and moaned as his cock was touched in such a familiar matter and squirmed slightly at the touch to his tailhole, which spasmed notisably to the father, who broke the kiss and looked adoringly at his son. 
"Do you have to go now, my love?" he asked, his voice betraying his eagerness
"Y-yes Daddy, I haven't gone number two since thursday!" the little cub exclaimed, much to the bemusement of his father, as it was sunday now and he felt proud that his son was willing to endure such a pressure in his gut for so long.
"I bet all that pee you just drank didn't make it any less urgent?" he asked in a teasing tone, to which the little kittens tummy responded with a loud growl, and he hunched down a bit, trying to hold it in. "Okay, I want to try something special today, so we can both eat at the same time!" the father said with a horny grin on his face, "I want you to poop some in my hands, but not all! And then I will tell you the rest of my idea afterwards." 
The kitten just nodded, barely able to keep his thoughts coherent as the overwhelming pressure was building in his stomach, a whistling fart forced itself out of his tailhole the scent of cub fart drifting to the older tiger's nose. 
Facing his son, the father said, "Okay now, I want you to squat down like you were pooping in the forest." The kitten complied with the wierd request, the new posture all but forcing him to evacuate his bowels. The tiger dad reached down between the legs of his son and held his paws together right under the boy's tail. He looked with admiration at his son's face, scunched up with the effort of holding it all back, and darted in for a light kiss, making careful not to upset his balance.
The sudden contact to his mouth did actually slightly disturb the position he was holding, and this was enough to let him loose focus on his pressured tailhole, which opened with a poofing sound and sent out a long, slimy and firm turd, which landed directly into the hands of his daddy. His mind was filled with relief as the first bowel movement in four days left his body, and his nose was assaulted with the stink of his own waste. It poured out of his tailhole and broke apart, and then another turd was pushing itself out, landed on top of the already large pile, high enough to actually tickle his rump-fur.
"Okay baby, that's enough, I need you to hold the rest of it back for a second." The father said, his hands weighing down with the warm and moist shit that had come from his beloved son's body. The boy was now able to clich up and prevent any more of his waste from escaping his body, his now-dirty pucker contracting with some force, as there was still plenty more that wanted out of him. Daddy pulled his arms back, careful to keep the hot filth between his hands, a whole pile of it stinking up the room, the very top of the mound of feces actually touching the boy's pecker as he pulled it back, leaving a little brown smear to mingle with the glistening precum. They both admired the waste, their noses vibrating as they took in the heavy scent of fresh kittenshit. The little boy stood up from his squatting position, and began leaning forward, but his daddy shook his head and said, "just one second." 
With great care, the older male shifted his legs under him, letting them get into a position where he could sit flat on his rump, which he did with a slight thud, the pile in his hands shifting slightly. He then extended his legs and laid back, keeping the shit in his hands steady, his palms now bent up like in some sort of prayer to the toilet gods. "Come over here and sit on my face, you dirty little rascal," he said, a tone of heavy lust his voice, the kitten followed his father's words, walked by his side, a longing gase on the steaming prize in his hands, and took a long step over his daddy's prone body and lowered his ass directly in his face, leaning forward a little and resting his arms on the strong chest. Daddy's adult cock was practically leaking like a faucet as he saw that cute little rump getting closer and closer to his face, the dirty pucker he loved so much nearing his nose, a stink of kitten aggresively ticking his his horny brain with a scent of fresh dung. The kitten sat fully down on his father's face and a long tongue speared out and pressed itself deeply into the brown sphincter, the taste of his son's shit exploding over his tastebuds, causing his prick to tremble strongly with the pulse of his heartbeat, a glob of purewhite cum oozing out from the mental stimulation he was recieving. 
The kitten was enjoying the filthy rimjob, but had his eyes of the prize in his father's hands.
"Daddy.." he said, with a tone of mild rebuke in his voice, causing the father to almost snicker into his backside and a lustful smile to break over the part of his face not connected directly to the bowels of his naughty kitten. He murred and lifted up the pile of scat in his hands, presenting it directly in front of the young cub's face.
With the strong-smelling mound of filth getting closer, the kitten leaning forward and took a large bite out of the last turd to leave his body. His sense of taste was overwhelmed with his own flavour, nutty, gritty and strong, and his little cocklet let out several jets of preteen precum. He chomped down on the flavourful shit, somewhat hard for being the longest in his body, but still easy to break apart into a brown mush that he could more easily swallow. Soon the first bite was ready to go down his gullet, and his throat made a loud gulping sound, making Daddy's ears peak up.
He had been enjoying eating out his son's filthy pucker, his toungue stained a filthy brown, but now he wanted a proper meal, and let out a suggestive "murrr:" 
The kitten was eager to comply, and started pressing out a fresh round of shit, while leaning forward and taking another big bite out of the pile of shit in his father's hands. 
Now Daddy was treated with the real prize, his son's rump pressed firmly to his face, that dirty pucker opening up and deposting it's waste directly into his mouth, a large amount of more slick and mushy scat being defacated onto his tongue and gliding down pressured by the amount that was coming out. His mouth was quickly filled up and he let out a highpitched "hmm-hmm!" sound, letting his naughty kitten know that he had no more room. The little tiger-boy stopped pressing and a satisfied "uhmmmm," could be heard from beneath him, the adult now having time to properly savour the taste of fresh shit in his mouth. His mouth was working on overtime, as the large amount of scat was making it difficult to chew properly, some of it overflowing and dripping down his muzzle, colouring his white and orange stripes with brown streaks, some it getting stuck to the rump-fur of his adorable kitten, who was hungrily devouring his own shit as if he hadn't eaten all day. The older male was quickly able to begin swallowing as well, gulp after gulp of kittenshit making it's way down his gullet, a sick and perverted pressure slowly building up in his stomach. 
The kitten suddenly let out a filth-stinking belch, having completed his second mouthful, sat back more firmly, and grabbed his fathers arms, forcing the whole pile of shit into his face and eager and open mouth, angling his face so that an almost whole turd was inserted like some kind of browncolored cock, biting off the very end of it as the front was pushing his gag reflex to the limit. The rest of the brown waste was smeared all over his face, some of it working its way into his nostrils, his eyes closed to avoid getting the stinging shit into them, and the horny daddy immediately starting massaging the rest of the brown mess into his facial fur. He chewed and let his toungue work the large piece around in his mouth until the whole turd was nothing more than a brown mess coating his entire mouth, sticky pieces getting caught in his teeth and began swallowing again.
A loud, adult belch was then heard, the wind from it tickling the kitten's backside, announcing that daddy has completed his first course. The tiger stuck out his now completely browncaked tongue again and began lapping as the dirty backfur and pucker of his filthy son, small pieces of scat getting into his mouth, but most of it simply making the kitten's fur even dirtier. With a long fart warning him, a new pile of shit flowed out, this with an even softer consistency that he was basically able to swallow as it came out, the filthy waste flowing directly into his stomach. The kitten had been wanted to pee and now let loose a long stream from his little cocklet, the jet streaming down his father's belly before he took a dirty paw and aimed a little higher, the not-so-srongly scented urine hitting his father's cock directly, causing is to spasm with renewed vigor. His mouth was still full of his own shit, and his father was now sticking his fingers into it getting him to suck off the scat that was still clinging to it. The kitten's belly was now almost empty, but he gave a hard push and was able to overcome his daddy's heroic efforts of fast swallowing and was able to fill up his mouth again, this last scat was almost runny, and rivulets of it was flowing down the older male's muzzle, dripping to the floor. The stench of it much stronger than before, and the nutty flavour slowly changing into a more spicy and sickening taste. 
As the kittens stream of urine began to die down, and the last shit expelled from his body, he leaned forward and grabbed his daddy's cock. It felt like it was harder than a rod of steel and he started pumping it with both hands locked together while he could hear his father gulping down his shit. All the while he was still sucking his father's fingers and palm, but now on the left hand, and daddy was quick too reach down with his right and start massaging his cub's cocklet with the same vigour that was applied to himself.
The waste in his mouth almost finished completely, his son's expert hands working his cock better than he could do it himself, and the smells that were filling his nose, as well as the sight of his son's dirty rump still in front of his face, was enough to send the father into moaning loudly, his vocalization fast getting more highpitched, before his cock exploded in jets of semen, pulse after pulse of it coating his lower body and left arm, with a few hitting the kitten's body and twitching cocklet and one particularly strong jet hitting the dad on his left hand, being sucked eagerly by his little shitslut. 
As the scent of male musk got to his nose and the feeling of hot cum hit his little dick, the young cub himself was pushed over the edge, almost biting down on his father's fingers and sucking them like his life depended on it, the older fur's right hand getting him to climax and forcing out several yets of kitten-cum and loud moans of pleasure.
They were both panting loudly in the afterglow, and daddy took his little cub in his strong and dirty paws and lifted him directly up, turned him around, and laid him down on him. Their mouths conencted in sensual and shitcovered kisses, as they both had residual waste remaining, and the small amount of scat was pushed from one mouth to another, smeared around and collected again, before daddy finally swallowed it down with a sound of pure bliss emanating from his throat.
The silence of the afterglow was broken by long and sputtery fart from daddy's backside, he looked adoringly at his little kitty with an eyebrow raised amusedly and said:
"Ready for round 2?"